When I first started reading
electronic books, one of my first reads was a BDSM romance. I had to work
myself up to ordering it…but once I did, it captured my imagination and so did
the hero. BDSM was new to me then but the lifestyle spoke to me as a reader. My
favorite part was the male dominant.
His appeal was his intensity. His
complete focus on the heroine. The way that even though she was the submissive,
he wanted to please her. To make her feel safe. Cherished. Protected. Yes, this
is coming from a woman (me) who is a feminist and is perfectly capable of
looking after herself, yet the thought that a man could take care of me and I
could let him was a real eye opener. It seized my interest and teased my
libido.
The idea of being protected and
cherished appeals to me as a reader. Even better is the fact that in order for
a relationship between a Dom and a sub to flourish, complete honesty and trust
is absolutely necessary. No need to lie about what you think or fake an orgasm
you didn’t have. Nope. He gets the unvarnished truth from you and you get the
truth from him. I’m not completely sure I like the second part as much as the
first, but hey, I can deal.
So, when I began writing erotic
romance, I knew I wanted my heroes to be alpha males. In control and competent.
My favorite archetype is the warrior and that definitely fits a dominant man.
All of the heroes I’ve written have been dominant and their ladies like them
that way. Like me, my heroines are talented women, but they enjoy letting the
hero lead in the bedroom. It’s a turn-on for them and for the hero.
However, a vital fact here is that
what I read and write is erotic ROMANCE. So that means that any alpha hero I
write about must not only be dominant, but he must also be romantic. He must
fall in love with the heroine and ache for her and with her. Writing an edgy,
dominant man without turning him into a jerk requires some practice and a
great character. I’ve been really fortunate to have some strong yet romantic
dominant males seduce me into writing their stories.
The latest is Torin Stuart. A
businessman with a sense of humor and a strong desire to make his Controlling
Interest in the club was at the center of their intimate tug-of-war. Tor
and Mouse have carried torches for each other for years and only now can they
explore it. Tor, for all his tough practical nature, is actually a bit of a
hopeless romantic. He wants to share his life with someone but when Mouse tells
him a lie, he’s really hurt by it which turns him into a grumpy bear. Will Tor
and Mouse their differences? Will they be able to cooperate so the club can
succeed? Read Controlling Interest to
find out!
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Controlling Interest by Francesca Hawley
It's hard to keep things strictly business
when the naturally submissive Mozelle “Mouse” Vincent challenges Torin
Stuart at every turn and he finds there's more at stake than a
controlling interest in the exclusive BDSM club they now share. Because
love is the ultimate prize in their power exchange.
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CONTROLLING INTEREST
Copyright © FRANCESCA HAWLEY, 2011, 2016
She looked beyond Mouse and smiled. “Perfect. He’s right on time for once.”
“He who?”
“Torin.”
“Oh my God…” Mouse shivered and ducked her head, adjusting her mask to make sure her face was completely covered.
Mistress Zarah surveyed her. “Oh, now that’s just not fair. I bet you creamed your panties, didn’t you?”
“Mistress, could you please keep your voice down?” Mouse hissed, heat filling her cheeks.
Zarah chuckled. “Oh, I don’t think so. But for
your sake, I suggest you don’t speak much when he comes over here or he
might recognize your voice.” She turned her head to look behind Mouse.
“Ah, Torin. How are you, dear?”
He came around Mouse and gave Zarah a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Well enough, considering.”
“It’s such a loss. We’ll miss Regine terribly, you know that, don’t you?”
“I do. Thank you.” Torin turned and looked Mouse over from head to toe. “Very nice. Is she yours?”
“No, darling. A guest who wants to explore the dark side.”
“As a submissive or is she a Domme in training?”
“Submissive.”
Tor turned the full force of his gaze on her.
Their eyes met briefly before she dropped her gaze to his shoes. Please
let him not recognize her. Please.
“Yes, definitely a submissive,” he purred. He lifted his hand and paused, glancing at Zarah. “May I?”
“The choice is hers.”
“Do you have a name?” He asked, brushing a strand
of hair off her forehead. Normally, she kept her bushy hair pinned
severely back, but the letter that arrived with the clothes ordered her
to let it fall around her face naturally.
She glanced at Mistress Zarah, begging for help. Zarah smiled. “Her name is Minnie.”
“Minnie? Unusual.”
“That’s her name tonight. Who knows? Her name tomorrow might be Mickey.”
Mouse glared at Zarah, who just laughed.
“Do you want to play with me, Minnie?”
Mouse’s eyes flew to Tor’s. Did he know? Surely not. And what the hell did he mean by play?
“Play?” she squeaked. Damn it. Why did she always
have to squeak like a mouse when she was anxious? At least Tor was
unfamiliar with her nervous habit because by the time they’d met,
Regine had worked the squeak right out of her.
He chuckled, his fingers trailed along the bare
skin of her arm from her shoulder to her wrist. Gently, he encircled
her wrist and rubbed the vulnerable skin there with his forefinger.
“Yes, Miss Squeak. Play. That means you and I go
someplace private and I give you a spanking you’ll never forget. A
spanking that will have you begging for more.”
Mouse couldn’t catch her breath as he lightly ran
his fingertips up to her elbow. He leaned close and brushed his lips
along the edge of her ear. She jerked when his tongue flicked against
her lobe.
“Sensitive, aren’t you?” he murmured.
“Yes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Oh sorry. Yes, Sir.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
He chuckled in her ear. His hand moved from her
elbow to her waist while he tormented her by trailing the fingers of
his other hand from her wrist to her shoulder. Then he brushed a finger
along her shoulder and up along her neck. Mouse couldn’t stop the
shiver that coursed through her at his touch.
“You haven’t answered my question. Would you like to play with me?”
She closed her eyes at his purr. God, she wanted
him. But what was she letting herself in for if she agreed to this? She
opened her eyes and she saw Mistress Zarah grinning at her.
“The choice is yours. What do you want?”
