I would like to welcome author, Lacey Wolfe, to Where's My Muse as she talks about one of my favorite genres of romance: BDSM...and her latest book, Bound by Pleasure
Bound By Pleasure is the first BDSM I’ve written. I’ve read several and I had a general idea on the lifestyle, but I couldn’t write it blindly. I had to research the relationship between a Dom and a sub. I needed to know what objects looked like, such as a flogger or spreader bar. So, I turned to my search engine for help, along with a few authors who already write this genre.
I first want to say, when I sit down and read a BDSM book, I don’t picture the women or men the way I saw them in pictures. But, like most, I am reading these books for the fantasy. Do I really want to be tied up and spanked with a flogger? Eh…no. It looks like it would hurt.
During my research on various sites, I began to understand the lifestyle more. Aside from the pictures, I found the bond that the two consenting adults must have for one another must be strong. It’s full of trust and knowing that the other one knows what the other needs and will take care of them. The relationship isn’t taken lightly. And I hope in my new release, Bound By Pleasure, I was able to portray just how strong a bond like this can be.
One of my favorite things that I researched were the collars. There were so many different types, materials, and designs. The collar is a symbol of two people being joined together in the lifestyle.
Bound By Pleasure is, by far, the book I have done the most research for. If you decide to pick it up, I hope you enjoy it! I love hearing from readers, feel free to stop by my website, facebook, or twitter to give me your thoughts.
Megan has a hard time expressing herself, a problem that only intensified when her ex criticized her every time she tried to share her feelings. As a result, she learned to bite her tongue and keep her emotions hidden. So when she begins to fall in love with Greg, she isn't sure how to tell him, or even if she should tell him. But she fears if she doesn't open up to him soon, she may lose him. Can Megan find the courage she needs before it's too late?
Content Warning: graphic sex, BDSM themes.
Amazon / B&N / All Romance / Beachwalk Press
Turning off the car, Megan grabbed her purse. She quickly checked her makeup and hair in the rear view mirror. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, she climbed out of her car and headed for the front door. The house was gorgeous and the yard was well taken care of. Once she made it up the stone walkway, she saw that the door was ajar. Strange.
She pushed it open and called out and was greeted by a deep voice that echoed from somewhere in the back. He directed her to go to his study which she would find to her left.
Well, she had made it this far, and he knew she was here—there was no turning back now. Once again she took a deep breath, and she made her way to his study. The door was closed when she found it, so once inside the room she made sure to shut it back.
Megan couldn’t believe the sight of his office. It was in complete disarray. Not one bit of organization. There were half started paintings on canvases scattered here and there, and piles of paper stacked on the bookshelves and desk. Perhaps it was best to get out of there. She couldn’t understand why Dawn had recommended him. This was not what she’d expected at all.
Right as she was about to leave she heard the doorknob jiggle. Her eyes widened as she wondered what to do next. Should she meet him on her knees? Or simply take a seat in a chair since this was only an interview? She opted for the chair and sat just as he walked in.
It took every ounce of Megan’s self-control not to let her mouth drop open when she saw the man who presented himself in front of her. Once again, this was not what she had expected. In strutted a man in loose, ripped jeans and a baggy t-shirt. He had sandy brown hair that was long and tied back in a ponytail. His eyes were crystal blue. A gorgeous smile was plastered on his face as he took a seat directly in front of her on a bar stool.
“You must be Megan,” he said.
“I am.” She had no idea how to address him or what to say.
“I apologize for keeping you waiting.” He reached over and took a piece of paper from the pile on his desk. “I looked over your application, and I see that you only have a little experience in this lifestyle. Have you ever had a Master?”
“No,” she responded.
Greg’s eyes drifted up and down her body. If she wasn’t feeling self-conscious before, she definitely was now.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
“You have to be honest with me or else I won’t even consider you. Trust is very important in a relationship such as you’re wanting to enter into.”
Taking a deep breath, she blurted out, “To be frank, you’re not what I was expecting.”
He chuckled. “Continue.”
“You’re so laid back, your office is not organized, and well, as I said, you are not what I was at all expecting.”
“Tell me then, what were you expecting?”
“A businessman with a powerful job.”