Where did the inspiration come from when writing Embracing my Submission? When did the book idea come to you?
I’d written the book several years ago and then went back and re-edited it. The inspiration came to me while having a discussion with a group of submissives. Some wanted to live the lifestyle 24/7 but found it impossible with children, jobs, and the day-to-day responsibilities that encompass busy lives. The topic then turned to some feeling like they’d lost their submission, of course they hadn't but simply yearned for more structure in their lives from their Dominants.
How do you go about writing a collaboration like One Dom to Love? Does each person have a character, or do you write it all together?
I won’t lie, writing with the amazing Shayla Black and Isabella LaPearl is for the most part a huge laugh-fest. I am so very blessed to be a part of “The Doms of Her Life” series. And YES – it IS a series and NOT a trilogy. (I’m not sure how that bizarre rumor started, but it’s a total falsehood.) The stories are much like a Soap Opera and the twists and turns each book takes is an adventure in itself.
Indeed we do write separate characters but meld them together while both plotting and editing… and the fun part is, we do it all together. We are able to talk and write in a conference call type setting to create each book.
His body was savage. His amber eyes drew me in. And his full lips enticed an insatiable hunger in my soul. Unfortunately, this perfect Dominant was only an apparition haunting my nightly dreams, leaving my body feverish and aching with need. He alone stirred me in ways that other Dominants at Genesis, my local BDSM club, could not. I strived to fulfill my submissive desires by living vicariously through my fellow submissives while attempting to convince myself it was enough. But it wasn’t. My dream Dominant made certain I needed more.
Driven beyond what I could bear, my passion and frustration exploded. I threw in the towel, determined to stop chasing a dream, I gave up completely on my submissive desires. But fate intervened when two gunshots split the night. Forced to confront all my needs and insecurities, I was stunned to realize that my dreams may hold a deeper meaning. Were they compelling me to finally embrace my submission forever?
Opening my eyes, I thought I was still dreaming. Bright light filtered into my room as I sat upright in bed. The dream! It was the answer. Stop fighting it. You’ve been fighting it tooth and nail. Sammie’s words echoed in my head, and Drake’s floated right behind. Remember who you are, girl.
All the training, the knowledge imparted over the years, held a deeper meaning than ever before. I’d been given the ultimate test and had learned the ultimate lesson. Of course it was different for everyone, just like Sammie said. The meaning for this glorious lifestyle was as unique as the individual living it.
I knew what I had to do. It was so simple, yet I had been pushing it away, fighting it tooth and nail. I’d been trying to purge it, force it from inside me, when it had been there all along just waiting for me to open my mind and...my heart.
I’d been so insistent on trying to mold my submission to what I thought it should be, and when it wouldn’t conform to my own preconceived notion, I’d tried to exorcise it from my being. But the harder I tried to banish it, the more miserable I became.
I was a submissive.
It was in my blood, my heart, and my soul. Trying to deny the fundamental core of my being was like trying to amputate the very arteries sustaining my life. I couldn’t change who I was any more than I could pluck a cloud from the sky. It was in every fiber of my being.
At six thirty that night, I was dressed and waiting. A calmness I’d never experienced had settled over me. The knock at the door no longer filled me with trepidation. Instead, it was a sound of comfort. Sammie had once again come for me, and this time, I was ready.
Lowering my head as I knelt upon the floor, I called for her to come in.
“Julianna?” Drake asked in a startled tone.
Snapping my head up, amazed to hear the sound of his voice, I issued a look of penance.
“Daddy Drake, Sir?” Feeling a monstrous wave of guilt crash over me, I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck, kiss his warm cheek, and beg his forgiveness. But I willed myself to remain in my submissive posture.
“Are you ready girl?” he asked brusquely.
“Yes, Sir. I am.”
“Rise. Let’s go.”
A shiver rippled down my spine at the sound of his familiar, commanding tone. When I stood, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.
“You’ve figured out the lesson, haven’t you girl? You’ve finally recognized who you are.”
“Yes, Sir. Without a doubt.” I nodded with conviction. He damn near squeezed the stuffing out of me as he hugged me tighter and then kissed the top of my head.
“Thank, God,” he murmured under his breath.
Seated next to Drake in his car, I could feel his intermittent gaze upon me.
“What are you feeling, girl?”
“Extremely sorry for the way I’ve treated you over the past few weeks.”
“We’ll discuss that later, pet. What else are you feeling?”
“Centered. Calm. Complete.” A slight smile curled on my lips.
“You make me proud.”
“Daddy, I’m so sorry that I lied to you. You deserved more respect. I should have never treated you the way I did. I’m so damn sorry.”
“I accept your apology, Emerald. I know the past few weeks have been extremely difficult. I know that I own a part of the responsibility for what you’ve been through. There will be no repercussions for your actions. I should have been a better protector for you. I’m just happy, no, I’m thrilled, that you have completed the circle and that you are whole.”
“I feel whole, Daddy. I feel small and...” I sighed trying to find the right words. “I can’t describe it, Sir.”
“You don’t need to. I understand. I can finally see it reflecting in your eyes.” He smiled, beaming with pride.
We pulled into the nearly vacant parking lot. Drake punched in the code to the back door.
“You know where to go, and I think this time, you know what to do.”
“Yes, Sir. I do.” I nodded and kissed his cheek. “I love you, Moses.”
Looking deep into my eyes, he smiled. “I love you too, Julianna.”
I walked up the stairs and with a gentle knock, I waited. James’s warm smile greeted me and then like before, he left me alone. Glancing up at the camera, this time filled with hope, I inhaled a deep breath and then lowered my head. I gracefully kneeled on the floor before the scrolled door, the same door I’d screamed at, pounded at, and cried at the past two nights. As I cast my eyes to the floor, I crossed my wrists behind my back.
Closing my eyes, I waited, praying the beautiful Dominant behind the door could sense what was in my heart. I hoped he would find me worthy to open the door and allow me to give my power to him, to give it to him freely, without the tiniest reservation.
Doms of her Life ~ Book 1
Raine Kendall has been in love with her boss, Macen Hammerman, for years. Determined to make the man notice that she’s a grown woman with desires and needs, she pours out her heart and offers her body to him—only to be crushingly rejected. But when his friend, very single, very sexy Liam O’Neill watches the other Dom refuse to act on his obvious feelings for Raine, he resolves to step in and do whatever it takes to help Hammer find happiness again, even rousing his friend’s possessive instincts by making the girl a
proposition too tempting to refuse. But he never imagines that he’ll end up
falling for her himself.
Hammer has buried his lust for Raine for years. After rescuing the budding runaway from an alley behind his exclusive BDSM Dungeon, he has come to covet the pretty submissive. But tragedy has taught him that he can never be what she needs. So he watches over her while struggling to keep his
distance. Liam’s crafty plan blindsides Hammer, especially when he sees how
determined his friend is to possess Raine for his own. Hammer isn’t ready to give the lovely submissive over to any other Dom, but can he heal from his past and fight for her? Or will he lose Raine if she truly gives herself—heart, body, and soul—to Liam?
Liam raised his fist and knocked on the door. Raine whipped her head around, hope brimming in her eyes. It visibly died when she realized he wasn’t Hammer.
She surprised him when she cast her gaze to the floor submissively. “Hi, Liam. Sir. Um, if you’re here because you’re worried or something, I’ll be fine. I’ll bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies and be as good as new.”
So sweet. And lying. Eventually, he’d both soothe and paddle her until she learned to be honest, but for now he simply tried to set her at ease. “While I’ve little doubt about your culinary skills, since your baked goods are most excellent, I doubt they’ll mend your woes, lass. Show me your hands.”
Obediently, Raine held them out. Liam stepped closer, taking her wrists in his grip and examining her fingers. “You’ve a few wee cuts, but nothing serious.” He gave her a smile and gently kissed her palm. “I think you’ll live.”
She stiffened. “I told you I’m fine.”
“Your hands, yes. What about your heart?” He watched her shoulders slump. “I’ve come with a proposition. Would you hear me out?”
He had to win her consent—and give her hope—or she would leave and take Hammer’s only chance of healing with her.
Raine sent him a wary glance. “I guess.”
Liam sidled closer cautiously, careful not to give her cause to bolt. “Would you be adverse to me training you?”
At his words, her startling blue eyes widened, sucking him in like a whirlpool. He’d surprised her. Almost an instant later, she opened her mouth, regret already softening her face.
Before she could refuse him, he cut in. “How much longer will you let your own happiness be denied? Why not seek it with someone ready to appreciate the beauty you are?”
He watched her, following her every nervous gesture: her slight shrug, the tilt of her head, the rise and fall of her chest, the cant of her hip as she leaned back against the counter. Her innate grace and the subtle feminine scent he inhaled as he drew closer sent blood rushing to his cock unexpectedly. The primal reaction surprised him, but he was male, and Raine was lovely, after all.
As he looked into her haunting eyes, he knew yet another reason Hammer had kept this one for his own. Innocence. Fear. Hunger. A swirling mirror to her soul lay just beyond reach. Interesting. A heady challenge.
She bit the fullness of her lower lip. It only took that instant to make him want to comfort her. But that wasn’t all. Lust to taste her sweet mouth, touch her, lay her back and--
He shoved the urge down and told his stiff cock to take a rest.
“I don’t understand.” She blinked up at him. “You want to train…me?”
“I think you need it. And you deserve it. I admire your spirit and your grace. I can’t imagine that you want to wilt away, pining for unrequited love.”
Her mouth pinched. “What’s in it for you? You saw my stupid display earlier.”
The girl needed reassurance. Liam reached for her and pulled her into his arms. The act nestled her pillowy breasts against his chest, her soft curves against his body. An intriguing musky lily scent wafted from her pale, smooth skin. A vision flashed across his brain of Raine beneath him, crying out as he fucked his way deep inside her.
Liam sucked in a shocked breath. He forced himself to think about something else—anything else. Absently, he rubbed her back, his thoughts racing. What the hell? Sure, he’d thought Raine was stunning when he’d first arrived at Shadows. Her inky hair and eloquent blue eyes turned heads every night. But now that he had her close, everything about her called not only to the Dom in him, but to the man as well. He needed to get his head screwed on straight, for Hammer’s sake.
“It isn’t your fault. You care for Hammer, and he’s…well, he’s got a few issues he needs to be sorting out, for sure. While he does, wouldn’t you like to learn about true submission so you might be ready for him? Have you ever wished to stretch a bit, find out if you truly have the courage to submit?”
The way her breath caught before she blushed and jerked her gaze to the floor again suggested that his idea intrigued her.
Liam curled a finger under her chin, raising her face to his once more, and had to steel himself against another shocking jolt of lust. “You have, haven’t you?”
“I want to be what Hammer needs, but I don’t know for certain that I have the self-discipline to kneel and hold my tongue. I’ve never had the opportunity to try.” She swallowed, honesty paining her expression. “But I still don’t understand what’s in it for you.”
“You’re a beauty, for sure. Touching you will be no hardship, lass.” Right now, he hated how true that was. “From what I’ve seen, you can be a mouthy wench who would benefit from a red ass now and again.” He forced himself to wink and grin.
After a split second of waiting for her reaction, her eyes flashed wide. Then she bestowed on him the sweetest sound he’d heard in months, her unbridled laughter.
“There’s a girl.” His smile became real. “Let me help you. I see your need. I enjoy molding and teaching.” He cupped her cheek. “You should be cherished and nurtured, and I’d be honored to give that to you, Raine. Are you game?”
Indecision washed over her face. Liam found himself holding his breath, praying she’d say yes. Hammer needed her…and Liam staggered with his own need to touch her—at least once. It wasn’t noble, and he wasn’t proud of it. But she was so damn fuckable, and he was just a man. This lust would pass.
“You don’t seem like the sort to do something halfway. You’ll want to lay my soul bare, won’t you? Make me show you all the broken parts?” She crossed her arms over her chest, nudging him back. “If I show you, are you going to run like Hammer, too?”
He uncrossed her arms and leaned closer. Now he could hear her softly indrawn breaths, see her fine trembling. Desire surged. Liam couldn’t stop himself; he curled a hand around her shoulder, eliminating her personal space, and brushed his palm down to fasten on the curve of her waist. “I never run from a challenge I’ve set my mind on. Yes, I intend to split your soul wide open like a ripe peach, study you until I know well every piece of the intriguing puzzle you are, down to the last detail, lovely. Then, I mean to put you back together with my touch and make it worth your while.”
Raine looked half terrified. “Wow, that’s awfully honest.”
“Best to set the expectation up front.”
She let out a deep breath and fidgeted, trying to drop her gaze once more. He didn’t allow it, lifting her chin again and bending until their eyes met. “Answer me, Raine. Yes or no?”
“I-I’ve wanted a good Dom. I thought it would be Hammer, but…” She closed her eyes and frowned.
Liam bit his tongue. She wanted to feel valued above all else—needed it. He tucked that knowledge in the back of his head and let her continue. “But?”
“I can’t be less than honest with you. You know where my heart is. As much as I would love to explore everything you could teach me—really, I would—I don’t know if I could give you the devotion you deserve. And I doubt Hammer would ever give his consent, even for you. It might be better for us all if I just left.”
He trapped her against the counter in an instant, pressing his body to hers. Her lips parted in question. Her wide gaze jumped to his, then she focused on his mouth. An electric jolt rattled down his spine. Damn, she was potent.
Yanking her soft curves flush against the hard ridges of his body, he ached to dig his fingers into her hair, pull her lips under his, and eat away at her mouth until she moaned. Liam forced himself to stop. This wasn’t about him, but Hammer. And Raine.
Dragging in a rough breath, he palmed her nape tenderly with one hand, fingers teasing the perfect pink shell of her ear with the other before trailing down to caress her throat. Finally, he settled his hand on her chest, just above her plump breast. Her breathing changed to soft pants. He could feel her heart beating madly under his palm. She wasn’t immune to him. An intoxicating rush of power filled him.
Then he took her wrists in his free hand and brought her arms up slowly, bracing them against the cabinets above, her breath caught. A triumph he didn’t welcome spiked inside him. Still, he bent to Raine, giving her ample time to push him away. She didn’t. Her tongue swept nervously across her upper lip. His cock jerked. Then he couldn’t stop himself from seizing her mouth with his own, capturing her gasp.
Soft. So fucking soft. And sweet. Bloody hell… Pleasure fired through his blood like a potent drug as he delved inside. She melted beneath him.
Curling his tongue around hers, he feasted on her addicting flavor, hungry to memorize it. One kiss melted into the next, and he devoured her, inhaling her into his lungs. She turned to liquid desire against him, wild and tumultuous. One leg slid surreptitiously around his, capturing his calf, pulling him in tighter against her small frame, splitting her thighs open. He should pass up that perfect invitation, but he didn’t. Instead, he ground himself against her pussy, leaving her no doubt that he desired her. Despite Raine’s little skirt, her flesh burned him. A low groan ripped from his throat. He didn’t need air or space or tomorrow, just more of her. Right fucking now.
I’m a married mom of four who lives in Kansas. I first started writing at the age of thirteen and always dreamed of being a published author someday. Now that my children are grown I have time to devote to my dream. I love to write the complex dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle. I have been involved with Dominance and submission for nearly twenty years and strive to portray the power exchange with a comprehensive and passionate voice.
I enjoy reading, camping, riding Harleys (well, when it warms up), music and cooking. My filter is pretty thin so that makes me a “not so shy” personality type. I love to laugh and learned long ago to never, EVER take life very seriously.
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