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Interview ♣ Prince Goththor

3/29/2018

 
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I've seen authors interview their characters and I thought, HOW FUN! I want to do one! But I never got a chance to sit my other characters down and ask questions. Primarily because I wanted to be the fly on the wall. Never to disturb them, never breaking the 4th wall.

But, Jackson is different.

For me he's approachable, fun, flirty and honest. He would give me sass, but I wouldn't fear for my life if I asked the wrong question. Even though he's a powerful person, Jackson doesn't solve his problems with violence. I might find myself high-jacked and sent on a ship to Outland, but I wouldn't die for asking stupid questions. At least, not right away.​ <<-->>

​So the next part is me interviewing my character. There should be no confusion... I mean, I'm not fictional. I'm the writer. But everyone else is part of my world. Oh, you know what I mean.  
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NOW ENTERING A WORK OF FICTION

All pictures & illustrations are representations for my latest internet story, JACK THE BODICE RIPPER.

Jack the Bodice Ripper (Chapter One)
So I was able to catch an interview with Prince Goththor, the actual Bodice Ripper himself, but I had to go to him as his schedule allowed very little wiggle room. Fine by me!! How could I say no to a trip to The White Palace? I mean look at it!!
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The opulence didn't stop there either...inside it was just as beautiful..
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The interview took place in Prince Goththor's study, but I was able to get a tour of the downstairs from Paul, the prince's aide, after my time with the prince! Such a wonderful man, that Paul. He was telling me stories and the history of the nobility of Allsveil! His reverence for his prince and for the prince's grandmother, Alexia, was heartwarming. He truly loves the Goththor family.

Now you might be wondering what I was able to ask Prince Goththor and I have to tell you, I was quite bold with my questions! Really, I wanted to see if I could remove that indomitable smirk off his face, but the prince answered all my questions without a stutter. Only when we spoke about his beloved Lady Fay was he reflective. She's such a lucky woman!!

If you want to see more pictures of the people and places of Allsveil, I've compiled a pinterest board here!

Have a ball!

Interview Section

I walked into Jackson Goththor's study and was shocked by how many books he collected. Both sides of his office were lined with shelves. Not just classics or academic journals but some wonderful pieces of romance. Jane Austin sat in leather bound among them. 

He greeted me warmly with both hands and ushered me to a plush velvet seat that was surprisingly comfortable even though it was a piece of artwork among actual framed pieces meant to be considered art. 

He sat behind his mahogany desk before a huge window that let us look onto a courtyard. The view of wild flowers, water fountains and sunshine cast me in envy. How I'd love to have such a sight while writing. 

After I get settled, finish admiring his office, and exchange pleasantries, I start in on my questions.  

Me: Prince Goththor, I hear you have a Prince Albert, is it true?

Jackson: *Looks at me quizzically* My dear, I am exclusive to women. I do not have other princes. 

Me: Ah, no, I meant that I heard you have a piercing on your body that is used to keep certain appendages straight.  *I'm blushing*

Jackson: Ah, yes. *He chuckles* Would you like to see it?

Me: Ah, no.

Jackson: Then why would you ask?

Me: Moving on. Do you still have carnal conquests, or is there a woman you could call queen in your future? 

Jackson: I already have a queen.

Me: *Noting he did not answer my first question* But there is a mystery woman out there. Perhaps Lady Ahibodeau?

Jackson: Mayhap. *He looks away*

Me: That would seem like a fortuitous union for you but a hard target to pin down. 

Jackson: Sir Ahibodeau is loyal to the family. He's a respected knight and servant to Allsveil. His daughter as princess would continue to strengthen our family houses. Good fighters to protect the kingdom and a family from wealth, esteem and diplomacy to keep the peace.   

Me: You say Sir Ahibodeau is loyal but he doesn't like you for some reason. Why do you think that is?

Jackson: Mayhap for my nickname. Mayhap he thinks his daughter deserves better.

Me: Better than a prince? You're modest.

Jackson: *He shrugs*

Me: Can you tell me the difference between a Paramount and say, a Dominant?

Jackson: *He ponders for a bit* A Dominant wants control above all else. Some like to give pain. They feel empowered by such, but a Paramount is more like a protector. Not all Obedients stay with their Paramounts, but Paramounts don't often stop protecting their previous Obedients. Even when they find a new Obedient.

Me: Is it possible an Obedient has more than one Paramount.

Jackson: Yes.

Me: Is sex involved with Paramounts and Obedients?

Jackson: The relationship is not always sexual. For instance a father can be a Paramount to a daughter. He is her protector. But, with unrelated partners, when sex is introduced into such a relationship a Paramount wants to explore new things with the Obedient. The Paramount will guide the two of them into new experiences. It's a game of what haven't I shown you?

Me: But if the Obedient doesn't stay with the Paramount but the Paramount doesn't stop protecting her, that... just must seem odd.

Jackson: There is nothing odd about wanting to protect someone you care about, even if they aren't sleeping with you. 

Me: Well, then, you must want to protect the whole kingdom.

Jackson: *Leans back in his chair and smirks.* Yes. I do.

There's a knock on the door and Paul rushes to Prince Goththor's desk. He whispers in his ear and stands back. 

Jackson: It seems my next appointment is early. I do apologize but *he brings his voice to an exaggerated whisper* it's a diplomat from Drakken. 

Me: Oh!

Jackson: My dear, is there anyway we can continue this at another time?

Me: Of course. 

We shake hands and I'm off with Paul. From here I learn the history of Allsveil. You can too. It's all in THE SPOILS OF ALLSVEIL:
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Murder. Marriage. Forgiveness. The kingdom of Allsveil is the chessboard, and the royals are the pieces. Two noble families meet in a whirlwind of battle, conquest, hate, and passion.

When a neighboring army conquers her home, Princess Alexia is forced to marry her father’s murderer, Darrin, the new king's young prince.
 
While Alexia grapples with revenge and flirtation, finding her own strength in the process--the new king, Goththor, seeks forgiveness from his queen and from himself.

​Two generations learn that the game of chess is nothing compared to the game of love and forgiveness...

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Jack the Bodice Ripper (Chapter Two)

Work In Progress Update ♣ Handle With Care (March 2018)

3/22/2018

 
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Word Count 52K

Cynthia did another amazing job of capturing my characters for Book 2 of the NOTICE ME SENPAI series. I believe I have resolved a title name but I will continue to call it Handle With Care while it's still a WIP (Work In Progress).

Even though I'm having Cynthia do character sheets on the main characters, her style is much different from Zoe Coughlin who did the book art for SEDUCING SENSEI (the first book of the series).  
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Honestly, I wasn't thinking when I had Cynthia do the characters sheets for Liam and Kai. ​​I wasn't expecting to love them as I do. Liam's character sheet is amazing and I'm saving it for the next update. Which might be the last update as I've got almost 53K done. 

For me, it's amazing I've gotten this far so... ummm... fast. For readers (you), it might be the longest wait ever for a book. But I'm fairly sure I'll have a finished draft In May. 

Which brings me to the thought I had about word count. 

I've kept a word count chart for most my projects. I have a goal, a timeline and a map of when I'll finish the book. Usually I write 2k daily for clients for a 10K weekly word count. Only, this seems to work strictly when I write for clients.

When I write for me the word count is much less. I'm writing HANDLE WITH CARE about 3 hours daily and am getting 600 - 800 words on average. 

I get the words out when under pressure, but I pay for it. My eyes get blurry and I tear up often. I have no urge to write after a client project and need a weeks break. Or two. Sometimes a month. 

But when I write my way, (♫♪sing it, Sinatra♪♫) for only the time I want to, I want to write more. But I don't let myself write on the weekends. Often. Much. Unless necessary. 

So I said screw word count! 

Then I thought, no, that doesn't feel right. 

Then I said, screw daily word count!

Yeah. Weekly word count works. Weekly.

So then I tried... Screw weekly word counts! Monthly word counts!

No.

That's not gonna fly. Weekly. I'll go with weekly. Because I like word count. Word count is fun and makes me feel like I'm accomplishing something. But instead of daily, I'm going to try weekly. Partially because...

I'm in a group where we encourage each other by announcing our word count.

I see the numbers...

3K
2K
5K
2,300 words

Then it's my turn and I go...

500 words today.

Yeah, tell me it's 500 words more than yesterday─still doesn't make me feel any better. It's like Facebook (which, by the way my spell check says facebook MUST be spelled Facebook with a capital "F" or its wrong. Like Facebook is a person or something).

What was I talking about?

Right... word count. 

Everyone looks like they are having a more wonderful time than you are on Facebook. ​
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Okay that's not fair. I have had 2,500 days because... clients. 

But it's interesting that when I write for myself, I slow down. Is the writing any better? I have to say no, but the editing is better.

Why?

Because I have time to go over it one. more. time. and choose the right words. The stress isn't there. I think that helps prevent burn-out. I think it works better for me in the long run. 

Or maybe you can tell me....

Here's another excerpt, from HANDLE WITH CARE. One of my favorites.
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Excerpt from:

Handle With Care

© S.N.McKibben
No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted without written prior permission from the publisher. This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, events, incidents and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

If you find any grammar, spelling or punctuation errors, please let know via the comments!! I may not get to them right away, but I will get to them. Thank you!
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Chapter 4


I’d been tempted and failed. In my defense, I was only seventeen. Shame ate away at the gratification of my release. I’d cleaned up Kai’s shower, straightened his bed and scolded myself for the ninth time. It was important Kai liked me. That meant not making him uncomfortable. Respecting his property. Not masturbating in his shower. Things like that.
There was no television in his apartment. If you could call this an apartment. It was the closest thing to a penthouse I’d ever seen.

One good thing about letting go and getting rid of certain—pressures, was I could study. Graduating high school and getting into college was right up there on importance level as meeting Kai.

The large kitchen table was the perfect quiet place to spread out, go over homework, review exams, complete my reports and get my mind off my indiscretion. The smell of eucalyptus calmed my nerves. Kai’s home was good for my school work.

“We may talk now.”

I jumped in my chair and looked behind me.

Kai stood at my back. He’d breezed in with no sound.

“Seventeen and a half is too soon for a heart attack.” I pressed a palm against my heart.

“Am I disturbing you?” Kai stood as vigilant as a five star butler.

“No.” I closed my English book. “Welcome home.” Saying that gave me way too much pleasure. “I didn’t know when you’d be back, but I could make you something. Are you hungry?”

Kai stared at me as if he were dreaming. His eyes danced over the scar on my neck. Everyone wanted to know the story behind it, but here was the man who’d witness my near-death experience. I didn’t have to explain.

“I don’t blame you,” I sighed. “For what happened. If you’re wondering.” Head doctors asked me that all the time. If I blamed anyone. I blamed the bitch. She put it there. Not anyone else.

“Does…it…hurt?” His eyes went soft for a moment, then he resumed his bland stare.

“No.” I smiled, trying to reassure him.

“Have you seen the place?” He waved a hand up and down towards the living room like a showroom host. “Do you need a tour?”

“I saw.” I nodded. “I assumed I could stay in the guest bedroom?”

“Yes.”

Shock. That was easy. I expected a fight, a fuming war of egos battling it out so that I could stay with him. Maybe he felt guilty. Or maybe he wanted to make good on his long ago promise. Either way, I was not going to push my luck and ask why.

His fingers twitched and his hands kept jerking. It was odd. Like he was fighting against himself. This man was so repressed, he couldn’t make his way to reach out to another person. I made it easy for him. I stepped forward, slipped my hands under his arms and embraced him. He stiffened but at least he didn’t push me away. Kai stood there with his arms out as if he was never taught the custom of hugging.

Crap. Way to go Liam. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. With my luck, he’d be a homophobe. I pulled away before he could ask me to step off or shove me away.

“I wanted to thank you. You saved me.”

“I did no such thing.”

I scowled. “I knew it. That’s why you didn’t come see me.”

“What do you perceive you know?”

“You feel guilty. That’s why I had to come find you. To tell you.” I love you. Thank god I had the wherewithal to refrain from saying that last part.

“I knew you had survived.”

“Yet you didn’t come see me.” I looked at him from under my brows.

Kai looked away. Guilty as charged.

He stared off and I admired his profile, his features locked in perpetual sadness.

“There were things happening in my life that prevented the right circumstances to keep a child.”

“You thought of taking me in?”

“If things were different…”

“No, I don’t want to hear this.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about the past. I only wanted you to know that I don’t blame you and to thank you.”

Kai stared at me with his blank expression. “I do not deserve your gratitude.”

I crossed my arms. “Thank you for saving me. Thank you for pulling me out of hell. Thank you for not giving up on me when I was bleeding out. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

His lips pursed together as if he were hiding a grim smile. I could relate. Finding the funny in such a morose subject could be misunderstood. People didn’t know what to say after they knew about the scar. Making light of it would seem inappropriate to many, but poking fun at my life was my own pastime.

Kai turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Gotcha. He was too uncomfortable to talk about it.

“Are you hungry?” He still wore his suit coat as he riffled through the refrigerator. Was he going to take his jacket off?

“I had cup o’ noodles.”

Kai lifted an eyebrow. “That does not answer my question.”

My stomach took the time to answer him with a low growl. I held my middle trying to muffle the noise. The tiniest lift in the corner of his mouth tipped me off that he’d heard my rumbling stomach.

“Do you have dietary restrictions?” He turned to look my way. His amusement vanished into his mask of nothing.

“No.”

“Steak then.” Kai turned with a packet and dropped the prime rib I’d drooled over as I perused around the ice box.
Oh god. Real food. Box macaroni and cheese was the staple of my life. No way would I argue about having a substantial dinner.

He pulled out pots, pans and utensils.

“I can help.” Free loader was not going to be my middle name.

Kai nodded a chin towards my school work. “Do you need to finish?”

“I’m almost done.” Books sprawled out over the dining room table. I assumed we’d eat there and picked up books and stashed my papers in my bag.

“You need not move if you would like more time.”

“No, it’s fine.” My heart fluttered. We were having a normal conversation. Nothing about takes or stealing. No barbs back and forth. No demands I get down on my knees and service anyone. This was what I assumed real families did. The type I saw in television shows. Not that I’d be watching t.v. while I was here. I still hadn’t found anything remotely like a television screen.

He ground spices over the mouthwatering cuts of beef. “How do you like your meat prepared?”

Plump, hard and long enough to reach my prostate. Mind in the gutter, it took me a moment to respond. “Knock the horns off and show it a picture of flame.”

He paused mid-pour as he coated the steaks with olive oil. “So rare or Sashimi?”

“Who is Sasha Mimi?”

Kai set the olive oil container down and stared at me. I think I broke him. It was not the dead glare of an empty soul. I’d seen that look with kids that grew up too fast, done too much and seen the worst life had to offer. No, this gaping stare was a man woken alive and asked to have his way with a town of beautiful women.

“Sa-she-me,” he said. “Sashimi. It is thinly sliced uncooked meat or fish. A delicacy where I come from.”
“Hmmm…” I cocked my head. “I’ll try it.”

Kai regained his bland composure and stared down at the steaks. “Perhaps another time. This cut is not the right quality.”

I shrugged. He let his mask down in spurts, moments, nothing that told me he was comfortable with me. Time might help him get used to me. Heck, I was in the same predicament.

He stepped outside to a patio off the kitchen to a grill. Kai’s every movement was calculated, precise. How could I get him to relax? This strange in-between time, getting to know him, itched under my skin. He seemed used to the uncomfortable silence. Or maybe that was part of his mask. Our connection proved he had another side. A side he didn’t show. Even to me. But what did I mean to him? It was surreal, my skin buzzing alive, with Kai acting as if this happened to him every day. Was I unique? Or did he not notice at all? Maybe I was feeling this all by myself.

While he grilled, an unusual site to watch a man in a three-piece suit and tie cook, I moved my books to the living room couch. Napkins and silverware were easy to find and I set out the dinnerware on the kitchen table.

It felt like Thanksgiving. The only time I remembered ever having semblance of family scene. The orphanage I’d briefly stayed at had a gathering every year and everyone had a job. Some cooked the turkey, others cooked the sides, some poured water in pitchers, I had the job of setting the table. Spoon, fork, knife from right to left on a paper towel. 

Kai came back inside, his eyes cast about almost in panic. Then he glanced at the place settings. Our eyes met. There was no way he didn’t feel this. The pull was strong. His eyes remained on me. My heart and stomach flipped in time.

He broke his eyes away first. “Let me finish the sides.”

I waited, watching his straight back. His posture was perfect. Much like everything else about him. Especially that ass. No, be a good boy. Don’t rush in. He might not be like that. He might find me disgusting. He’d never say it. That wasn’t the type of person he was. But while I felt I knew him, I’d only just meet him. Take it slow. Did he really not mind me staying here? I wanted to ask, but didn’t want to jinx myself.

Kai brought over two plates. Green beans and mashed potatoes accompanied the steaks. A real meal. I rubbed my hands and sat across from him. Giving him the lead, I copied what he did. This was his dinner table. Everyone had different customs. I was under his roof so I’d follow his protocol. He laid his napkin across his lap and so did I. He cut into his steak and I did the same. He remained silent, but that was the one thing I couldn’t do.

“How have you been for the past five years?” Damn it. I didn’t want to start with an inquisition. I was just trying to break the silence.

“Fine.” His face remained neutral.

“Do you want to know how I found you?”

“What matters is that you did. If I can be of assistance, I will do everything I can to help.” He cut into his steak and popped a small piece in his mouth.

My jaw dropped. He sounded like a recording. This was not how I imagined our meeting to be like at all.

“You don’t have to be cold about it,” I mumbled, picking at my food. “If you really don’t want me here I can leave.”

His fork clanked on the plate, rattling my teeth. “I assure you, if I did not want you here, you would not be.”

I grinned. That’s right. Kai can’t be forced. “I saw your trophies.”

“I would not need to hurt you. Since you are, as you say, your own person, you are legally responsible for yourself. If necessary, I could call the authorities and have you removed.”

“But it would be so much more fun if you wrestled me to the ground.” I covered my mouth with a hand. That was not what I was going to say. My checks burned.

Kai picked up his fork and went back to eating as if my sexual innuendo didn’t mean anything. I promptly went back to my food and shut up.

“Do you attend school? Or have employment?”

“Both.” Thank god he changed the subject. “I’m starting my last year at Cerilia High. I work at a place called the Muffin Cap.”

“Do you need transport?”

Transport? Beam me up, Scotty. “Naw, I can walk.”

“Cerilia High is nine miles from here.”

Crap. I hadn’t thought about the distance from here to school. I could Uber if I had to, but there were reasons why I didn’t want to do that. One of them being I was not technically of age to use it. Maybe I should get a bike. “Then I can run.”

“Books and all?” Behind his non-expression, I thought I saw concern disguised as mirth.

“It’s not your problem.” I stabbed at my mashed potatoes.

The tiny curl on his lips flattened. “Very well. I would supply you with transportation any time you wish. As it stands, you should leave at least ninety minutes before your first class.”

Which was five-thirty a.m. I’d have to get up before the sun to make it. Shit. I wanted to be strong in front of Kai. But spending time with him, any time, no matter how short, was the goal.

I sighed in resignation. Not like I had a scrape of pride left. “I would appreciate a ride.”

“What time do you need to be in the classroom?”

“Seven.”

"We will leave at six-thirty."

I groaned. It was better than five-thirty. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome.”

For the rest of the meal I kept my mouth shut. Pissing off a wrestling champion probably wasn’t smart. What I’d gained today was a major victory. I was here, in his house, able to sleep under the same roof.

​Kai was kind. Thoughtful. Unreservedly generous. I searched him for pity. I’d been subject to compassion occasionally. It was probably my holy jeans and old shirts making me look homeless. That may be the reason he agreed to me staying here. But his exterior didn’t have an ounce of tenderness. He was straight lines, hard corners with a black and white theme. Contemporary. Kai seemed like the type that thought in resolute definitives. There was no color in his world. At least that what it seemed. But that was the very thing I was here to find out.
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Soft Wear ♣ Book Review

3/15/2018

 
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Blurb

A hardcore Dominant meets a sweet submissive...
He knows he’ll never forget.
She wishes she could remember.
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After Paige Morgan crashes her car on a mountain road, she doesn’t remember anything about her life—certainly not the dark-haired pilot who rescues her and claims he was hired to protect her.  All she knows is that Luc Travers’ rugged good looks tie her tongue in knots and ramp her pulse into overdrive. Lost in more ways than one, Paige accepts Luc’s help and the sanctuary of his mountain cabin where thoughts of submitting to her rescuer’s sexy dominance fuels her darkest fantasies. Yet as threats from her past become real, Luc may hold the key to her life… and her heart. 
 
When private investigator and experienced dominant, Luc Travers, is hired to protect a lovely auburn-haired submissive, he knows the job will get personal.  Paige Morgan had him locked and loaded from day one, and he’s determined to keep her, whatever it takes…but claiming his girl won’t be easy. There’s the little problem of amnesia and threats to her life. He must resist the attraction while keeping her close, clashing professional ethics against private desires, and testing his control like nothing else.
With danger closing in, and everything he loves at stake, no force on earth will stop Luc from protecting what’s his.

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We've seen these characters in the previous books! NOTE: SOFT WEAR is a stand alone. You do not have to read the other two books. You're just missing out on some good stories--that's all.

There will be one more of the Hot Alpha Billionaire books, but nothing is slated for afterward. Book 4 could be the last one! 

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SOFT WEAR is a stand alone.
You do not have to read the other books.

Luc immediately had me curious when I met him in HARD WEAR (Book 1). He seemed mysterious. Self-possessed. Confident. Protective over his sister. Then we find out he's a private investigator using technology to help people. All great things in a book boyfriend. I had high hopes for Mr. Travers.

When I saw Paige Morgan in STONE WEAR I knew we'd be seeing her again. In SOFT WEAR she's kind, reserved, soft but strong with just enough self-reliance to frustrate Luc. He wants to take care of her and in the end, he does--in so many ways!

SOFT WEAR is another wonderful story in the world created by Marilyn Lakewood about Doms that make a clothing line for those in the D/s life style. Instead of a club, Dominant and submissives hook up by wearing special clothing. There are no spoilers here, only a high recommendation! 

I recommend this to READERS of:

Light BDSM
​Dominant/submissive
Possessive Alpha Males
Amnesia Romance
Billionaire Romance
​Contemporary Romance who like mild kink

EXCERPT

Reading to Paige while she snuggled innocently against his side, turned out to be hell. Luc had to keep the book open over his lap. His cock didn’t care about the story, it only wanted to escape and touch any part of Paige’s sweet little body.

So far, the tip of his erection had stayed wedged under his belt, but it seemed eager to communicate as if to say, “Excuse me, little sub, if you’re going to sit so close, you need to wrap your hands or lips around me and…”

Luc frowned at the book and paused reading. The words made no sense to his distracted, bloodless brain. He drew a calming breath and tamped down his frustration.


“What happens next?” Paige pointed to the open page. “The hero is creeping down the dark corridor… and what happens?”


Luc had a damn good idea of what could happen next, but it had nothing to do with the story. “He steals the secret documents and escapes the enemy’s stronghold.”


“Did you just tell me the end?” She squinted up at him, her face mere inches from his chin.


“Possibly.” When he tipped his head down, he focused on her eyes, not her lips, but arousal still roughened his voice. “I haven’t finished this book yet.”


She raised a russet brow at him. “It doesn’t sound like you want to finish either. You’re growling.”


“Not at you.”


“The book? I didn’t think it was that bad.”


“It has redeeming qualities.” It covered his lap, for one. He couldn’t judge the story. Right now, all he could think about was getting this woman under him and his cock inside her. “Paige…it’s time to call it a night.”


“I guess so.” She sat up and glanced at the clock. “Wow, it is getting late.”


Luc stood and held out his hand. “I’ll walk you up.”


“Thanks.” She gripped his hand, and he gently tugged her to her feet. “That was nice listening to you. You have a really great voice.”


“I used to read to Jen while Mom fixed dinner.” He led Paige up the stairs.


“Was your mom a good cook?”


“No, terrible—but she tried hard and was so loving, we ate whatever she made with a smile.” Luc stopped at her bedroom door and focused on Paige’s eyes. Do not look at her mouth. Do not kiss her. Do. Not.


“Aww, how sweet.” Her beautiful lips parted in a soft smile, and she sighed. “I wish…”


Oh, hell. That mouth… so kissable… so fuckable. He forced his gaze up and caught her glancing at his mouth. Yeah, he was screwed, and not in a good way. “What do you wish?”


She met his eyes, a blush tinting her cheeks. “Honestly?”


“Never lie to me.” He knew she’d done exactly that the first day when she’d tried to convince him she remembered who she was. Although he understood her instinctive need to cover a vulnerability and protect herself, now she knew him better, and he’d only accept the truth.


​“Okay.” Her throat moved when she swallowed. “The first wish was that I had a family like yours, a place filled with love and laughter. Then I looked at your mouth and wished you would kiss me.” She looked down. “I know it’s wrong, but I had this need for you to just take me in your arms.”

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Jack the Bodice Ripper ♣ Chapter 1

3/8/2018

 
​Here we are at a new beginning! The beginning of another SNM Taboo internet story. 

It took me some time choosing which story to post this time, but I wound up choosing JACK THE BODICE RIPPER because I wanted to go back a revisit this cute little story.

It's set in a fictitious historical setting where I borrow the world from another story I wrote called THE SPOILS OF ALLSVEIL. 

Jackson Tyilasuir, the main character of JACK THE BODICE RIPPER, is the great grandson of Alexia Goththor, the main character of THE SPOILS OF ALLSVEIL. 

And now that I have completely confused you, let's move on.

I've always loved Regency romance, historical romance. The dress, the speech, the regalness (is that a word?) the majesty, kings, queens, peasants, gentry and all the aristocrats with the age. But I always feel stupid while reading these works of art. The authors know sooooo much history and research every nuance about language, customs, hell even how they had sex at the time. But when I'm done with those stories my brain is full and I'm exhausted. I didn't want that for THE SPOILS OF ALLSVEIL and I don't want it for JACK THE BODICE RIPPER. This is a fun story. Something dunce heads like me can keep up with. I learn a lot from the "correct" regency romances. The rich history of the time, the intelligence of the characters, the prose, wording... everything is beautiful. But I wanted to create something for me, that I would enjoy writing. I didn't want to get into history this time. I just wanted to write.

So I made this world "historical" but not accurate. It's an alternate regency. A different historical. It's A KNIGHTS TALE with modern music and an old setting. 

But I added something in JACK THE BODICE RIPPER. A twist on the BDSM scene. There are Paramounts and Obedients. You can think of Paramount akin to Dominants and Obedients akin to submissives.

What I didn't want was the automatic connotation that people associate with BDSM. When people hear about Doms and subs, they have this vision of how a Dom should act, how a sub should be and how they should react together.

Yeah, I didn't want that.

I wanted the relationship between a Paramount and an Obedient to not have the same label as Dom and sub. I don't call this book a BDSM book, I call it a sexual exploration story.

One is willing to be taken into something unique and one desires the joy of showing their partner something new. Something exciting. Which is what Jack wants.

Our heroine, Faye, is naive (not stupid, but unlearned in the ways of sex) which is a new thing to Jack. All he's ever had are experienced women. He's been tutoring under these women and now he can turn the tables on Faye and guide her. Her innocence teaches him the true meaning of connection. She also teaches him the strength a woman holds and how the most difficult thing can be to trust.

So, hopefully, you'll enjoy the story as we go through the chapters. 

I'm working on the second book of the Notice Me Senpai series but I have allocated enough time to dole out monthly chapters of Bodice Ripper. Cynthia is working on Kai and Liam (the main characters for Notice Me Senpai book 2) and I'll have some sketches to go with NMS, but for JACK, I'll be giving you some illustrations I found that represent the characters.    

If you have any questions, leave a comment or email me!

Until next time, happy reading!

~ Stephy  
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This is my imaginings of Jackson Tyliasuir
This is a FREE internet story for my fans. This is the first chapter of a story called "Jack the Bodice Ripper". 

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No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted without written prior permission from the publisher. 
This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, events, incidents and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

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WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT

Jack the Bodice Ripper

Chapter 1
So many dresses twirling around in the ballroom. So many opportunities.

Tonight's goal—get two or three in bed at the same time. Horrible, I know, but while there was a certain indulgence in conquering one female, my lascivious tongue wanted a taste of them all. When I wed, at least I’d know how to please her. But before that day, I would push until my curiosity was sated.

Ah, the issues of being me. Jackson Tyilasuir. Royalty. A prince. A future king.

Wind instruments softened the accompanying sharpness of the string quartet. Aristocrats danced on the marble floor below. Being on the balcony, I had a perfect vantage point for spying bosom from above. The second floor made everyone look like a maze of ants mingling with each other. Suits pressed against dresses. Bright yellows, vivid blues, pure white and catching orange skirts fluttered around the men in an effortless battle for wealth, power, or favor.

Lady Aspira danced with Lord Jenkins, flirting with everyone walking by—and I mean everyone. Ladies and gentlemen. She was a beautiful red-head without the temper and a joy in bed. But I’ve already had her and she me. Our sexual appetites matched, alas, she wanted more than I could give.

Billowing skirts hiding the full shape of a woman. Absolutely criminal. Women should be naked. I resend that, nothing would get done if that the case. But in my bedroom, they never do keep their clothes.

Oh, I give them back, but souvenirs—I keep.

The ballroom is jammed with gentlemen and ladies from across the nation to greet my fair mother. A queen’s birthday is not to be missed. That and no one wants to disappoint Queen Lydia Tyilasuir of Allsveil. Me least of all.

Mother ruled even before father died of consumption. No man-of-science or barber surgeon saved him. But a queen is not a frail mourner for long. Her lover has, and shall always be, Allsveil. The country of her birth.

Mother griped my guiding arm and I felt her expectations heavy as stone.
We are yet to be announced and she takes the time to chide me. “There might be a suitable wife down there.”

“We’ve had this conversation.”

Mother sighed. “I’d rather you pick, but you’re going to force me to choose for you, aren’t you?”

“You don’t have to choose any of them.” I grinned with impish intent.

“Wretched child, you are nineteen, already a sincere rake…”

I’d heard the speech enough to make me want to drown myself. But down on the far side, a warm honey-eyed introvert stood by the battle-hardened Sir Ahibodeau. I’d never seen the lady next to the anti-socialite. Hell, I never saw any woman next to Sir Ahibodeau before. But I could see why he didn’t chase her off. My eyes gravitated to her curved form and landed on innocent warm eyes—staring at me.

I pulled on the leash of my mother’s arm. Her hold didn’t break.

“Jack, please, we have a ball to attend.”

My forced control only created a whirlwind of desire. This new face, inviting eyes, and shy demeanor was intoxicating to the mire side of my soul. “Mother, you are a damper on my rakish ways.” I laughed.

“Good.” She flashed a grin, primed her hair and nodded to the announcer.

Paul, the door-man, announcer, and mother's personal guard nodded back. I'd deemed Paul old faithful because he was both old and faithful.

The bags under his eyes were testament to his war days. His skin could weather against horse hooves and wooden wheels. His hair held no pigment. But he was ever there. Ever standing by mother's side. The queen’s sentry straightened mischievous children and fended off war mongering kings looking for my mother’s hand in matrimony… or her head on a pike.

Old Faithful turned to the audience below the balcony. The minstrels halt their song. Paul lifted his head and called out in a strong regal voice. “Queen Lydia Tyilasuir escorted by Prince Jackson Tyilasuir.”

All eyes were on mother, but mine found the woman who spread warmth over my body. Holding her gaze rubbed all others out of my vision.

Mother’s usual commanding feminine voice dropped to a drone.

This Lady I’ve never seen will be my conquest for tonight.

Thoughts of having a ménage fly out my mind. I only want her. My legs itched to move, but I gripped the brass railing to keep my stance. It would not be appropriate for a prince to abandon his mother during her birthday speech.

Instead, I think of getting the warm-eyed Lady alone, in my bed. What treasure would she leave as a memento for me? Her red satin over-the-shoulder dress is provocative enough to lure other men by her side, but she squirmed and stepped closer to Sir Ahibodeau when they approach.

I shut out the other guests until I imagined only the two of us in my bedroom.

Her sweeping neckline deserves the first of my lips...

Her delicate skin tastes of butter and sugar. A lick of my lips and already I want to bite those shoulders and tie her to the post. Deviant touches over her breasts, a touch over their round top… a kiss… my fingers glide over her bosoms. My docile bunny pants. Want. Need. Her green pupils are blown out. Only a thin ring of green surround her iris.

I was ready to ravish those lips, bite and tease with my tongue, but that was a reward for a servile little Obedient. Wrapping both her wrists in one of my hands behind her back, the dainty beauty is bound and mine.

The lope of her ear is too tantalizing to resist and because I am her Paramount, I take it. Suckling the base, running my tongue over the ridges. She moans and I place a finger over her lips. As a reward, I take my hand away and kiss her. Deep. Searching. While strokes of my tongue plunder I push her back into the mattress.

Her own probe is light, tentative and fills my cock to its full potential. Her skirts are made of silk and I use the smoothness of the cloth to spark desire, gliding my hand up her leg. No matter what fancy material a woman wears, there’s nothing like the touch of skin-on-skin.

My little Obedient is a wanton creature. Closed eyes. Slack expression. I pull her upright and bring her close. My devilish smile warns and prepares her.

I slip the cord-cutter out of its sheath. I show her the exposed blade, but she isn’t afraid. She knows it’s her trust I need. The edge comes close to her skin and the rise of her breasts heave. Lowering the knife, sharp point sliding down, snagging the cotton lace of her corset I bring the point to the lowest rung of the lattice crossed lace.

“Tilt your head back,” I whisper.

She exposes her neck, all the way down to the dip between her clavicle. Everything below my belt weighs exponentially heavier. My knees shake, my thighs ache. The thickness of my cock and balls grows. My Obedient is truly subservient. A lovely bunny giving me anything I want, trusting me with her life. A deft hand slides the blade under the sinew string holding her corset together. Gripping her tighter, my arm is swift and straight as I thrust the knife up and away.

She is unharmed, but the obstruction of clothing to her breasts is breached. I slide the blade under her chemise and pull until the thin cotton rips in half. Easy as cutting pie.

The knife clatters to the floor, freeing my hand to slide over her unblemished skin. I circle her belly button with a finger and linger my hand on its way up to cup her mounds.

“Jack.” A masculine voice ripped me from my reverie.

Paul’s voice brought me back into the here and now. I’m suddenly aware that I’ve been mentally undressing a woman in front of an entire constituent now looking for who has my sole focus. Including my mother.

“Find something interesting?” The queen’s tone harsh but her eyes glittered in amusement.

“You, honored mother.” I bowed to the woman of honor. The person where my attention should have been, instead of daydreaming.

​She laughed at my lie. A young laugh, a knowing laugh. I was yet to hear the end of this.
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Jack the Bodice Ripper (Chapter Two)
Interview with Prince Goththor

What I'm Watching ♦ Little Quentin

3/1/2018

 
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Synopsis

The story of irreconcilable lust.
When the Easter bunny finds his perfect match...but she's not all that he thinks her to be.

Main Characters

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Review

The animation is a 9 minute 30 second short portraying the going's on of a boy's mind--Quentin's mind. Jack, Oswald, Bobo, Mister Wilco and Barbs are figments of the imagination, two fold. 

I found this gem while trying to find anime to watch on YouTube. It's intriguing and dark. How could a boy scheme such things?

Thinking about the story it calls to me in a certain way. Death, murder, crime scenes and strippers are not usual things in a young boy's life. What is Quentin going through to have such thoughts? But the fate of all the characters in Quentin's mind is worse than death.

This animation was original, something I'd expect from a 1940's do-over. No one speaks. Yes, it's a silent film. The colors are cold blues and warm yellows. Shadows, shading and color dance to make the mood somber, sinister and a classic. It's worth 10 minutes.
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I would Recommend this to Fans of:

Mystery

Suspense

1940's Detectives

Odd-ball

Worlds within Worlds 
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