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The Fugitives's Sexy Brother: A Visit With Annabeth Leong

BDSM Comes in Different Flavors

By Annabeth Leong

BDSM can seem like a monolithic practice, but really there are as many ways to do it as there are couples that practice it.

In my latest release, The Fugitive’s Sexy Brother, I included three BDSM romances—one between the two main characters, and two subplots with minor characters. I wanted each of them to feel distinct, so I made sure to vary the tone of the way they used restraints and other BDSM techniques. Here are short descriptions of the three styles I used, along with brief excerpts from the scenes.

1.  Sweet and caring

One of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard from a lover was, “I want to hold you in my lap and brush your hair for a while.” Fernando and Carolina, who practice this style in the book, use BDSM to express deep affection for each other. Restraints are part of the way that Fernando fusses over Carolina, and they free Carolina to enjoy the sensation of being cared for without feeling the need to reciprocate.

Excerpt:

He knelt beside her and she wrapped her arms around his neck like a child. Fernando lifted her up, then into the tub. Finally, Carolina gave him the lover’s smile he craved. She held his gaze as she put her hands up to the discreet metal bar he had installed just above the lip of the tub.

“You know what to say if you want out,” he reminded her.

“Basta.”

“Right.” He clipped on the restraints, trapping her hands above her head and leaving her body at his mercy. Then Fernando turned on the water in the tub, careful to move her legs away from the stream until it warmed to a pleasant temperature. He covered the drain, then scooped a few handfuls of the lavender beads off the floor and into the water.

Water filled the tub and the scent of lavender wafted more strongly through the air. At first all Fernando did was play with her hair. He undid the bun, then finger-combed her hair out in long, black tresses to either side of her face. He took her brush off the sink and used it until the water level rose high enough to make her breasts float.

When Fernando finally set the brush down, he took up a washcloth. He anointed it with honey-scented soap, then leaned over the edge of the tub and stroked it slowly down the side of her face and neck. She purred under its rough touch. He rinsed the soap away with water poured from a cupped hand.

Carolina smiled in response. He saw her relax, her arms loose and comfortable where they hung from her wrist restraints.

2.  Challenging and playful

Javier and Emily play BDSM games with each other to test and explore each other’s boundaries. Through BDSM, they learn about each other’s likes, dislikes, and personalities. Their style involves a lot of cursing, a lot of mock-angry glares, and a lot of giggling.

Excerpt:

Javier snapped one cuff onto her left wrist and the other onto her right ankle, trapping Emily in a half-cross-legged position. It was a clever way to restrain her and she shivered with the sense of helplessness it gave her. If she tried to move, she’d be off-balance and easy to control. Javier kissed her forehead. “How are you doing?”

She smiled bravely. “Good.”

“Glad to hear it. Now, I’m going to assume you want to put your pants back on before we walk back into your building.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“And they’re not going to go on very well while your leg is attached to your arm like that.”

“So I need to get these handcuffs off.”

Javier’s smile showed a lot of teeth. “Oh, I’m not going to let you have anything that could be used to pick locks. You’re going to have to convince me to take them off.”

Another jolt of arousal quivered through her body. “What would convince you?”

“Well, I took your pants off because I want to see you come. A lot. But.” Here he paused and smiled wickedly. “I’m going to be too busy driving to make you come myself. If you’re very good and come three times before we get to your apartment, then I’ll take the handcuffs off and give you back your pants before I take you inside.”

Emily worried she’d drip onto the seat. “And if I don’t?”

“It’s going to be really interesting to see how you move when you’re restrained like that, isn’t it?” Javier started the car while Emily gaped. “Hey, I was nice,” he added. “You’re right handed, and that’s the one I left free. Imagine if you were trying to bring yourself off three times with your non-dominant hand.”

3.  Harsh and masterful

Neva craves Guy’s strong hand. When she’s in the hands of an expert, Neva feels a deep sense of peace. She enjoys difficult scenes and pain, and seeks the meditative experience of finding the pleasure hidden beyond these obstacles.

Excerpt:

“Show me how you feel, Guy.”

He swallowed. “I don’t think you want that.”

She raised an eyebrow at that. “Oh, really? You think I can’t take what you’ve got?”

The next few moments happened in a blur that she had to decode. Guy charging at her. Her shirt stripped off with efficient force. Her bra unclasped, yanked free, then tied around her wrists. His mouth on her nipples, first lips and tongue, then plenty of teeth.

Neva squirmed and yelped from the shock of his grasp, but Guy took the tip of her nipple pointedly between two teeth and she stilled immediately. Fear and arousal warred in her body as he pulled his mouth back, stretching the delicate flesh away from her body and pulling her breast taut. She winced as he continued to pull, pain flowering over her breast.

As the sensation hit her synapses, her instinct to surrender kicked in and she belonged to him completely. “Guy,” Neva whispered, “I want you to hurt me.”

He opened his mouth and let her breast fall out. “I don’t do soft,” he said. “You won’t be getting a play spanking from me. I want to own you.”

“Yes…”

He removed her jeans, shoes, and panties.

“If you want me to stop what I’m doing at any point, you tell me so. I’ll stop immediately.”

“I’m not going to ask you to stop.”

“You don’t know what I’m going to do to you.”

“You don’t know what I’ve fantasized about you doing.”

Blurb:

Emily Boysen is sick of low-level bounty hunting jobs that don’t pay her rent, and sick to death of her ex-boyfriend taking credit for her work. Ready to claim her due, she takes on the quarry of a lifetime, the notorious Fernando Bonavita. But instead of the fugitive, she captures his sexy younger brother, Javier.

Javier Bonavita never wanted to know the truth about his older brother’s activities, instead protecting him out of loyalty. When he uses his hacking skills to pose as Fernando, he never expects to uncover crimes he can’t stomach. Beautiful Emily has no idea how glad he is to be in her custody—as long as he’s her prisoner, he doesn’t have to face his brother.

Passion flares between Emily and Javier, and soon he’s putting the handcuffs on her. Suspicion grows along with their feelings, though. A sinister plot centers around Fernando, and untangling it will test their loyalties to the limit.

Buy Links:

All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thefugitive039ssexybrother-1219159-340.html

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Fugitives-Sexy-Brother-Hunt-ebook/dp/B00D93NMWI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1370941609&sr=8-1&keywords=fugitive%27s+sexy+brother

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Ellora’s Cave: http://www.ellorascave.com/the-fugitive-s-sexy-brother.html

Bio:

Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking and excellent bass lines. She always keeps a new e-book loaded on her phone and a paperback stashed in her purse, but her eyes are still bigger than her stomach whenever she visits a bookseller. She blogs at annabethleong.blogspot.com, and tweets @AnnabethLeong . Watch for her next contemporary erotic romance from Ellora's Cave, Get Laid.

Thanks for being on the blog today Annabeth. I love the three aspects of BDSM that you talked about. What a sizzling story! I am adding this to my teetering TBR pile. 

Together In Cyn by Jennifer Kacey

Bikini Addiction – Jennifer Kacey Blog – July 12

Hi my name is Jennifer Kacey and I’m an addict. I’m addicted to bikinis. I love them! And now it’s summer and I get to wear them every weekend. They’re so wonderful! Squeal!!

Tiny little scraps of fabric in every color, shape and design possible. They make me feel pretty and remind me it’s warm outside and I can lay out in the sun on the trampoline behind our house and soak up some healing rays.

I ALWAYS wear sunblock and try to wear the banana boat stuff since it smells like the beach and my husband likes that. **grins**

Okay, I’m gonna share a picture but you have to keep it a secret. Don’t tell anybody else or I might get in trouble. With who, I don’t know, but ssshhh, mums the word…

~ ~

I told you it was bad. The addiction has gotten way out of control, but really what’s the harm? I can quit at any time. REALLY I can.

I look at them in magazines and catalogs, and in a store when I’m shopping for whatever else, if there’s a rack with bikinis on it, I HAVE to stop and look at them.

Mmm…okay, can’t stand it anymore, have to go put one on and go lay out. Oh well, never mind, it’s Friday and I have to work. Gosh darn it! It’s 5 o’clock somewhere right?  **grins**

So what’s your innocent / or not so innocent addiction?

Bondage, high heels, collars, or something a little bit more risqué? Fess up! I won’t share it with a soul. Honest!!

Blurb

Members Only, Book One
She knows it’s wrong. Cyn shouldn’t have feelings for fraternal twins Jared and Chris, her best friends. She shouldn’t want them to tie her up or strap her down, to take her one at a time—or together. The only way to control her taboo desires is to write them down and lock them away in her diary. Guys like Jared and Chris could never be interested in someone like her, or in the kind of sex she craves.
But Jared and Chris have read her diary, and sweet little Cyn is in for the shock of her life. The brothers not only own a members-only BDSM club, they want her. Need her. And now, with their unlimited funds and an entire establishment devoted to fulfilling her darkest pleasures, they’re going to claim Cyn for their own.
Inside Scoop: If you have a kink, this book probably has it too. If you like your ménage romances extra hot with a side of male-male romance, spanking, voyeurism and girl-on-girl action, come and get it.

A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Excerpt –

“So, Cyn, why aren’t you fucking anybody?”

I sucked a mouthful of beer down the wrong pipe, sputtered and coughed my way through it and nearly knocked over the glass bottle as I got it under control. The beer anyway. After wheezing through another breath, I moved my drink aside. The last thing I needed was a wet spot in my lap. “Where in the hell did that come from?”

Jared Kennedy, one of my best friends, glanced at my fingers as I worried a heart charm at the bottom of a silver chain. A knowing smirk tilted his lips when he glanced up again. “Come on. Nobody creaming your Twinkie at the moment or do you not like sex in general? We want to know. So don’t be shy, spit it out.”

The other half of the “we” he referred to was his fraternal twin Chris, who watched us across an empty dance floor and from behind their bar thirty feet away. Still anxiously working the pendant back and forth, I turned once more to Jared.

He leaned against his chair, forearms crossed over his broad chest, an expectant smile revealing bright-white teeth. The brothers had always done that. Known the right expression to make so I would answer anything. They acted broody or impatient and I’d give anything to make them happy. Pathetic—my middle name when it came to these two.

“I like it, J. As much as anybody does, I guess. Whether I like it to the same extent you and Chris do, I don’t know. Your appetites have always run on the high side according to the gossipmongers in town.” I squirmed in my seat. I admit it. One of my best friends was asking me if I liked sex and all I could think was…meh. My sex life…well, visualize the Titanic sinking and you get the gist. Most guys don’t appreciate being called another guy’s name—or two guys’ names—when you’re getting off. It’s a real deal breaker.

“Uh huh. It’s Saturday night and you’re here, like last night and the night before. Guys hit on you but you blow ’em off. You work at the gym all day and help out here anytime we ask. CJ’s has gotten damn busy and we dig the help but you’ve been restless lately and we’ve both noticed. What gives?”

Getting to work at the bar with both of them on a weekend was rare. One of them was normally MIA. But tonight? From the moment I stepped foot inside they were watching me. Shivers of awareness raced over my skin but I was too chicken to actually do anything about it. A blush slithered its way up my bare shoulders, crawled all over my failing willpower and flipped on a big neon sign above my head, flashing “Not Gettin’ Any”.

Jared and Chris knowing that my social calendar was on par with reservations at a leper colony just plain sucked. The three of us had been close for years but this was way beyond what my heart—and several other tingly parts—could handle.

“You’re hot. You haven’t been with anyone since Matt.”

Mild panic settled in the pit of my stomach because Jared wasn’t going to drop it. Thankfully my beer sat well out of reach.

“Not that it’s any of your business but who’s to say I’m not having sex every night and twice on Sundays?” I cocked a blonde eyebrow in his direction with a little sultry thrown in, with what I hoped was a sassy twist of my lips. That sass faded into scared rabbit when he gave me that look again. Same one he’d been giving me all night long. The one I’d seen for years and hated because it was never directed at me.

It was Jared on the make. My adrenal gland kicked into high gear. I was a little bit thrilled and a whole lot terrified.

He was always the comedian. He’d played pranks on me any chance he could but this was no joke.

His gaze remained locked on me and his blue eyes, shadowed by thick lashes, taunted me with sexual promise. Female residents of our fair city of Arcadia had spent years fantasizing over his tanned skin and muscled frame. Right at the height of my ogling, he speared long fingers through his blond, sun-streaked hair. It wasn’t long enough to negate any of his rugged appeal but it was far from the military cut he’d worn for years. Currently, it was perfect to hold on to for a nice long ride.

As his hair fell across his brow, he leaned onto the table to grab his beer. He grazed my arm on the way and I locked my muscles up good and tight to suppress another shiver. My reaction to them? Spontaneous combustion.

But tonight was different. Tonight they’d noticed how I responded to them. They’d thrown logs on the smoldering fire every chance they got. Touching me, teasing me. Staring at me as if they knew how wet I was. For them. Only them.

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Bio -

Jennifer Kacey is a wife, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.