Guest Blog by Nina Pierce
Okay, I’m going to admit it … I’m a sloooow writer. Stories don’t just fly from my fingertips. Characters don’t scream their dialogue in my head. I rip every word from my brain, bleeding scenes onto the computer. I bribe my muse to stay focused while we wrangle another elusive plot point into submission. To top it off, I’m a pantzer—I write the story as it comes to me without any conscious plan. I’ve tried plotting books, but it just doesn’t work for me. I mean, how can I possibly know my hero has a spider phobia until he’s stuck in the attic with the heroine in chapter three?? I just can’t do it. But this means it can take a couple of false starts before I understand where my characters intend to go and can interpret exactly what they intend to do when they get there.
By the time I finish a book from the very first scene to the final “happy-ever-after”, my characters have kept me up late, caused me to burn dinner and they always—without any exceptions—ruin a relaxing shower. In the months it takes me to write a story my hero, heroine and I have spent so much intimate time together, I just can’t seem to let them go. I’ve fallen in love with them even as they’ve fallen in love with each other.
I sit down at the beginning of every book and explain to my new characters that they get only one story. They are not, under any circumstances, allowed to drag me into something that requires more than one book. *sigh* But I’ve never been any good at the tough love thing. Every book I’ve written, with the exception of one novella has prodded me to find the forever loves for the secondary characters and voila!—a series is born.
So it shouldn’t have surprised me when an adult only BDSM resort became the focus for my muse. There are so many great people working at XTC Resorts in Key West and it seems everyone is hankering for their own story. I suppose if I’m going to have to be hanging somewhere, this place just isn’t too bad. LOL!
The second book in the XTC Resorts series, RECLAIMED IN ECSTASY was released earlier this week …
BLURB:
A woman unwilling to trust …
Sara Lancaster isn’t sure accepting her invitation to a BDSM weekend at XTC Resort is a good idea—though she does have something to prove. Months of abuse at the hand of her former Master have taken their toll. Now, two years later, Sara believes she’s ready to embrace her submissive side once again and enjoy the carnal pleasures of a younger Dom.
A man testing his limits …
Derek Thomas has lost belief in his abilities as a Master. Accepting an invitation for Dom training could be exactly what he needs to regain his self-confidence. Challenged with an experienced older woman, he soon realizes wielding a flogger isn’t always enough to break down the emotional walls and heal a damaged submissive.
Two people with something to prove …
Sara and Derek sizzle with sexual heat the moment they step into the dungeon. The mind blowing sex and physical pain may satisfy their bodies, but wounded souls and broken spirits just may require something even more intimate—their hearts.
Please enjoy this EXCERPT:
Sara had known what Derek wanted last night when he’d walked away from her. She’d been unwilling to trust him—or any Dom for that matter. Oh, she trusted them to keep her physically safe. Trusted them to push her to her limits of sublime pain. Even trusted them to be discreet about her fetishes. But she’d never trust them to strip away her defenses and expose her insecurities.
Her heart was safely tucked away behind stubborn walls of doubt where it would stay.
No one would ever again touch that part of her. Never again would she belong to anyone. Been there. Done that. Have the scars on my soul to prove it.
Gulls squawked overhead, alerting Sara that she was no longer alone.
“Did someone order breakfast?” Ethan called from the walk. His rich baritone voice washed over her, warming the chill Derek’s rejection had left.
“Over here, Ethan,” she called, wondering how many other guests had the privilege of room service delivered by the manager of XTC Resorts at Pleasure Cove. Stretching lazily, she worked out the tension in her muscles and stood.
Ethan’s bare feet carried him up the two stairs and into the raised cabana. A large basket overflowing with food, filled his hands. The white cotton pants, slung low on narrow hips, billowed around his muscular thighs. He wore no shirt, and Sara took a moment to enjoy his toned pecs and washboard abs as he set the basket on the small table beside her. Heat flooded her cheeks when he turned and caught her staring.
He bent and placed a chaste kiss on her lips, amusement sparking in the ebony depths of his eyes. “Like what you see?”
Sara refused to give her friend the satisfaction of admitting she’d totally been checking him out. “XTC Resorts is a paradise,” she replied, casually lifting a shoulder with the corner of her mouth. “What’s not to like?”
“Yeah, whatever.” He laughed as he pulled out a chair and invited her to sit at the table.
“So, how did I rate your company this morning?” she asked as she settled in the wide wicker chair. “Don’t you have more important things to do than check up on wounded birds?”
The hesitation of Ethan’s unpacking was so brief Sara could have brushed it off as her imagination. But when he looked at her, she had no doubt he’d known how last night had ended. “Can’t a guy just want to have breakfast with a lovely woman?”
“Nice recovery.” She rolled her eyes and shook out her napkin, laying it across her lap as if it could protect her from the truth. “Did you and Derek do the whole Do you have any idea how screwed up that sub is? or did the guy just flat-out ask for a refund?”
Setting the basket aside, Ethan settled in the chair across from her and simply stared. Her dear friend had deserved neither the tone nor the attitude. Unfortunately for him, she was feeling grouchy enough to want to take out her frustration on someone. Ethan just happened to be the only available target and he knew it.
“I caught sight of him leaving the club by himself last night.” Ethan spooned fluffy scrambled eggs onto a plate, added some fresh fruit and a croissant and handed it to her. “And I saw a shaky submissive slink out thirty minutes later without her collar. Eat.”
Her body responded to his command, automatically picking up the fork and spearing a strawberry, but her sour stomach rebelled at the thought of digesting it and she set it back down again. “How’d he look?”
“Frustrated. Confused. Disappointed. Pick one.” Ethan dove into the huge mound of eggs he’d served himself.
“Not angry?”
“Angry?” Another fork full of eggs stopped halfway to his mouth. “Why would he be angry? You know better than that, Sara. Nothing you did or didn’t do in that dungeon would ever make a good Dom angry.” He ate the eggs and poured them both coffee from the ornate carafe he’d set on the table. “And Derek might not believe it, but he’s one of the best. Why do you think I invited him here this weekend?”
She took the cup he offered and added three packets of sugar and a heavy dollop of cream. “I thought the Doms you invited this weekend had come for training.”
“There are all kinds of reasons Doms train, not all of them have to do with inexperience. You should understand that better than anyone.” He winked as he lifted his cup in a mock toast.
She wanted to be angry. Wanted to rail against what he’d set her up to do this weekend. “I wasn’t the one who was doing the training last night, was I?” She fingered air quotes as she spoke. Clarity dawned.
Ethan set down his cup and leaned forward on his elbows, his fingers steepled in front of his lips. “You can’t hide forever, Sara. I won’t let you.”
Tears stung the back of her eyes. “It’s not really your choice, is it, Ethan?”
“You can do this. Let this weekend be a chance for you to see that there are good guys out there. Let the past go.” He wrapped her hand in both of his. “History won’t be repeating itself. I won’t let it. Trust me. Trust Derek.”
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USA Today bestselling author, Nina Pierce, grew up in a house full of readers. So becoming enamored with books was only natural. She discovered romance stories in her early teens, falling hopelessly in love with knights in shining armor and the damsels who saved them. Eventually, reading about fated loves and soul mates wasn’t enough. She now spends her days at the keyboard writing her own stories, blissfully creating chaos for her characters by throwing in a villain or two, a little murder and a whole lot of mayhem as they struggle toward their happy-ever-afters.
Nina resides in New England with her high school sweetheart and soul mate of thirty-something years and several very spoiled cats who consider her “staff”. When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with her three grown children, one love-sick son-in-law and a heart-melting grandson.
Nina enjoys hearing from her readers. You can reach her at Nina@NinaPierce.com. You can also keep up with all her newest releases on her website (http://www.ninapierce.com) and her blog (http://www.ninapierce.com/blog) or by following her on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/nina.pierce).
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