My newest erotic romance, Expecting Surrender, is finally complete and published. I asked Kate if she’d be willing to let me post about it on her blog and she was kind enough to say yes
This book is something I haven’t seen much of, which is an exploration of how a married couple navigate their increasingly intense D/s dynamic with the joys — and difficulties — of pregnancy. I hope you’ll have a look at it;)
Read on for the description, excerpt and buy links. Thanks again, Kate!
They’d called it The Game. An intriguing truth or dare, a little spice to an already hot sexual chemistry between two married professionals. But what started as a mere game evolved into something so much more, a dark, exciting adventure into serious power exchange. It soon became the center of their lives, the beating, lust-fueled heart of their sexual relationship.
It was an exploration of pleasure, of pain, of elemental desire. A married couple diving deep into the waters of Dominance and submission. Like forbidden fruit, The Game had opened their eyes to the primal drives, the animal lusts lurking within each of them — and they knew they’d never be the same again.
Then came the day she’d received the surprise news… in the form of a positive pregnancy test.
Now Keihl and Kirsten, deeply in love, facing a profound, joyful change in their lives, must contemplate the prospect of putting aside The Game, just when things are really heating up. After all, pregnancy and BDSM are utterly incompatible. Right?
Or was there a way to have both? Perhaps Kirsten’s pregnancy might open up an entirely new world to them within the alluring, lust-drenched context of a loving, yet strict, Dominance and submission dynamic? Perhaps the pregnancy might change them both in ways neither of them yet understand?
Two lovers will discover if Dominance and submission, if pain and pleasure, and finding the real people they are inside is indeed still possible, now that a baby is on the way…
Publisher’s Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!
This is a contemporary MF BDSM erotic romance. The novel contains the following themes: explicit sexuality, pervasive D/s, exhibitionism, spanking, bondage, and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Word count: 134,520 words.
Page Count: 470 pages
“Jesus Christ,” Keihl breathed, his eyes wide.
Kirsten strolled around the table to stand next to her husband. His eyes followed her as if his head were on a swivel.
“What — what are you up to?” He reached out for her, and she grasped his wrist. She moved his hand under the brief black robe she’d changed into, the long, lithe legs he so admired fully exposed to his gaze. The hem barely covered her ass, and as his fingers explored beneath it, his eyes registered the heated surprise of finding she hadn’t a stitch on underneath it.
“I need you to tell me.”
“Tell you what?” His eyes rose to hers.
“If you’ll do it. I need to know before I go any further.”
A flash of something flickered through his gaze, and she feared it might all be ruined. Killed before it could ever begin.
“Sit down.” He indicated the chair next to him with a slight movement of his head.
“Answer me, Keihl. Please.”
If he said what she knew he was about to say, she would die. Just die. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way! But she’d seen it. The doubt. The uncertainty. She knew her husband well, and that look, that hint of the clever mind that whirled behind those bewitching eyes, spoke volumes. He was going to back out.
“If you want my answer, you’ll sit down,” he said, his voice rougher. “Come on, sit.”
She fought the tears that wanted to form behind her eyes. She shrugged, her shoulders heavy, and sank to her seat.
“I’ll do it.”
“Look, maybe this was all a mist—” Her mouth gaped, and she felt her heart squeeze to a halt. “What?”
“I said, I’ll do it, Kirsten.” His mouth was a thin line, but his eyes blazed, boring into her with the powers of acute observation she knew served him well in the courtroom.
Mostly, those eyes just made her want to jump his bones.
“Oh… okay,” she whispered, her head tilted downward. “Are you … sure?”
“There’s something you need to know first.”
The other shoe. There was always something else. Just as her dream looked to be coming to life, the delicious possibilities of fantasy laying themselves out before her, the harsh sting of reality was ready to dispel it all.
“I’ve been talking to someone about … things like this.”
“You — what?”
He nodded. “Tom.”
“You’ve got to be joking. Tom? As in ‘Doctor Tom’?”
“What did he tell you?” She sat back in her chair, pulling the robe closed over her blatantly displayed cleavage.
“Don’t,” Keihl said, shifting forward and grasping one of her hands in his. She clamped onto him firmly, eager for his touch, even though her subconscious was registering the danger ahead.
“Did you tell him about—” she swallowed, looking away “—this?”
“No, never,” Keihl said, his jaw clenching.
The vehemence with which he said it gave her some small reassurance. The thought of Keihl and Tom talking about what The Game had been evolving into made her feel — awkward.
Aren’t you looking for ‘hot fucking pissed’?
But she knew that wouldn’t quite be the truth though. It should be, but it wasn’t. She’d always liked Tom and Sharon, though she wondered why Keihl didn’t express interest in the four of them doing much together as couples. She’d guessed it was simply a matter of Keihl needing friends that were separate from them. Neutral ground. Like Joely was for her.
Now, she wasn’t so sure there wasn’t something else to it.
“He wanted me to tell you about him and—”
“What did you tell him?”
Keihl frowned at her, his eyes darkening. That look always elicited equal parts irritation and arousal in her. It was different, now. There was a heated weight to that gaze. As if it were a signal of something ahead.
“I already told you — nothing. Don’t interrupt me, Kirsten. We need to talk about this. It’s important.”
She closed her mouth on the retort trying to claw its way out.
Stop with trying to prove your feminist bona fides, Kirsten.
That tone made her pussy tingle. It was as if he were speaking to a little girl. A disobedient little girl. She felt like such a slut, thinking about sex at that particular moment. But the whole conversation revolved around sex, and she couldn’t help herself.
“He and Sharon.” He rubbed at his chin, long fingers tracing his strong jaw. “They live a lifestyle — similar to what you said you were interested in.”
Kirsten felt her heart skip a beat and excited butterflies begin their frantic fluttering in her belly. “Okay. Why are you telling me this?”
“Because, some of what they do.” He looked away for the first time. “I’m not sure I could do. To you.”
She swallowed, elation and nervousness warring within her. How was it possible? She put her hand to her lips, nibbling on the tip of her finger.
“With the baby and everything.” His eyes darted downward for the briefest of moments. “Maybe the time isn’t right for all this?’
“Keihl.” She sat forward, her grip on his hand tightening. “I don’t want you to worry about the baby.”
“Why not?” The note of frustration in his tone surprised her. “I can’t very well be beating your ass red with you nine months pregnant, can I?”
She inhaled sharply at the imagery his words elicited in her mind. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one harboring such thoughts.
“Well, no, you probably can’t.” It was her turn to look away, and she felt the heat at her cheeks. “I’ve been doing some — reading.”
“Reading?” His lips curved slightly.
“Yes.” She locked eyes with his, willing herself to stay calm. “As long as we aren’t too rough, we can do quite a bit, even into late stage pregnancy.”
Keihl stared at her a moment, then reached for his glass, sipping.
“Besides. You won’t even want to touch your bloated wife anyway. So this is all academic.”
He set his glass down, hard. “Stand up.”
She let go of his hand and stood, her fingers clamping the edge of the table in an effort to steady herself on trembling legs.
“Closer,” he said, spreading his knees.
She moved within the span of his legs. Her legs felt about as stable as a ladder in soft sand. The five inch heels she’d chosen as part of her outfit didn’t help in that regard either.
He stared up at her, his eyes flashing, mouth a hard line. “I don’t want to hear you say that again.”
“It’s true, isn’t it?” Her voice quavered. She remembered what Joely had told her about her own pregnancy. The thought made her blood run cold. Rejection.
“Maybe for some men. But not for me.” He pulled at the sash, and flicked the robe open, almost as if the clothing bothered him. His gaze coursed down her body, and she closed her eyes, the warm coiling beginning deep within her belly.
“This body.” He reached up and lay a hand at the base of her throat. “Is beautiful. And it will be even more beautiful when you’re swollen with our baby.”
She shook her head, at once hopeful that maybe he was telling the truth, and at the same time fearing he was just telling her what he thought she wanted to hear.
“Some men.” He shook his head, frowning. “Well, let’s just say some of them don’t know a good thing when they see it.”
His hand meandered down her body, the fingertips slipping under the edge of the robe to ease one breast fully out from behind the fabric. He ran the back of his knuckles across her nipple, once, twice. It pebbled almost instantly, his touch like electricity on her flesh.
“These,” he said, grasping the nipple firmly between thumb and finger. “They’ll turn darker, and get longer and wider.”
She bit her lower lip as he squeezed.
“They’re already long though, aren’t they?”
She averted her eyes. She’d always been embarrassed by her prominent nipples. She’d usually had a difficult time finding the right bra that would completely conceal them. Once she met her husband it had become even more difficult. Just the smell of his cologne as he brushed by would be enough to have them stand up for him.
“But in a few weeks, mmm, they’ll be even better.”
“You won’t even notice,” she mumbled. Her pulse thumped in her neck, so strong she swore even he could hear it.
“That’s what you think,” he said, moving the robe off both shoulders, letting it fall to bunch at her elbows. “I’ll keep track of all of it. I’ve been thinking about this.”
She squeezed her eyes tight as he brushed the pads of his thumbs across both erect nipples. It was just the lightest of touches, exactly the way he knew would make her fly apart. It felt as if two vibrating cords were being drawn out from the tips of her breasts when he did that.
“Sensitive are they?”
She nodded, a tiny whimper escaping her plump lips.
“Better get used to that, girl.” He flicked one of them, and she jerked at the unexpected sting. He looked back up at her, grinning. “See? I barely touched you. Poor Kirsten.”
She frowned down at him. “Now you’re just being mean.”
“Something else you’d better get used to,” he said, his grin disappearing.
A frisson of nervousness raced down her spine. She began to wonder if she might be biting off a little more than she could chew here.
His hands took both of her soft breasts, giving them a hard squeeze before they moved lower, swirling over her belly. Fingertips traced the central line of her abdomen, explored the well of the navel.
“Enjoy that while you can,” she said with a rueful quirk of her lips.
“Just a few more weeks.” He leaned forward to lay his lips against the smooth flesh of her belly.
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He sat back on the edge of the bed and reached for her arm. Pulling her to him, he stroked her hair back from her forehead, but his jaw was set, and she sensed that he wasn’t placated.
“I’m sorry, I can see I upset you, sir.”
“Yes,” he said with a deep sigh. “You did.”
“I don’t know what to say, sir.” She thought quickly, and a daring idea formed. “I must be punished.”
He quirked one dark eyebrow at her. “And why would you say that is? Why would you require punishment for an old letter?”
Lily knelt so that she could look directly in his face, then she dropped her eyes and murmured, “I must be punished because I worried you, sir. I upset you.”
He shook his head. “Yes, you are correct.
“Then, sir, I am at your disposal.”
“I have a punishment in mind—one we discussed on the phone the other day.”
There had been several, but she had a feeling she knew which one he meant.
“Number seven then, sir?” she said, referring to the list of punishments they had discussed beforehand. Please don’t let it be that one.
Christmas Afternoon Delight is free on Amazon this weekend only! It is the prequel to my brand new release from Decadent Publishing…Lily in Chains. the first of a whole new series of tales from the Carnivore Club.
Be sure to stop by the other Saturday Spankings Blogs!
Blurb: For Barry, the opportunity to help build the newest Las Vegas resort, the BDSM focused Carnivore Club offers the chance to put aside two years of longing for the sub who ran away. In the glittering city in the desert, he could make a new start and a new life. The gift of a 1Night Stand from his mysterious partner in the endeavor
Lily’s fears drove her away from the man of her dreams. In fact, she ran all the way home to learn her mother had been diagnosed with cancer and needed her help. After two years of caring for her mother, they lost the fight and Lily was cast adrift to once again pick of the threads of her life. Terrified she’d flee the instant things got too intense, Lily asks Madame Eve to help her set up a date with a Dom. If she can handle one night with a stranger, maybe she can return to Barry and beg him to take her back.
Excerpt: Lily slipped the silver bangle into her pocket—she wouldn’t wear it until she’d confirmed her readiness to be his—and stared in the mirror. Three years older than the last time she’d seen him, with faint shadows under her eyes from bouts of crying. With the funeral the week before, her responsibilities to her mother were over. She’d never again need her help to dress or shampoo her wigs, to take her meds, a ride to the hospital for chemo….
Cancer was a bitch way to die.
The day after her mother’s passing, she’d filled out the online application for a date through the 1Night Stand service. Expecting it to take weeks, maybe months, to fill her very specific request, she’d been shocked at the immediate response.
She’d contacted Madame Eve, begged to change the date of her one-night stand with a Dom, but the e-mail reply had stated that the arrangements would be difficult to change. If she cancelled, it would likely be a long time before another date of this type could be scheduled. And this was to be the test. She planned to return to home, to the original Carnivore Club and beg Barry to take her back…. She didn’t expect him to agree, but she had to try
If…and this was a big if…she could survive a single night with a Dom without feeling the urge to run. So many emotions had opened during the one afternoon and night she’d spent with Barry, she hadn’t been able to deal with the outpouring. She’d had no idea what she’d taken on and, beset with hysterics after he left, she’d fled. Home. To her mother, like all grownups do.
It hadn’t taken long to realize her mistake, but her mother’s diagnosis of leukemia suddenly made her presence a necessity. There had been ups and down, but at last the disease had its slow, painful way with her mother, stripping her of flesh and spirit before it stripped her of life. Despite a sometimes contentious relationship over the years, Lily and her mother had fought the battle together. And lost.
Lily was free again. Free to pursue the man who had haunted her dreams for four long years. If he had time for a scared bunny of a sub who’d left without a word and hadn’t had the courage to contact him since.
But if she could survive this one night—put herself at the feet of a strange Dom and do his bidding, be his to do with as he pleased for one night—she felt sure she could fling herself at Barry’s feet. Sub, slave…pet. She’d done a lot of research in four lonely years and while she did not see herself in a role other than submissive to his Dominant, she’d agree to anything to be his.
5.0 out of 5 stars Sweet fun and Sexy! January 20, 2015
By Kristin E.
Oh wow. Lilly in Chains was such an incredible book. The characters were thought out and done very well. I could see myself being friends with Lilly. There was so much tension and emotion that I really felt for the characters. This was a sexy emotional short book that will leave you wanting more of this amazing couple. I really hope there will be more of Barry and Lilly. I loved this story. The only downside is that it was over too soon.
Also by Kate Richards
Finally, My Love
Demons Love Cinnamon
Christmas Afternoon Delight
The Vampire’s Bard
Pirate Lady Holiday
Spanking Ms. Whitman
Switch, The Trainer
Confessions From the Carnivore Club, Dave and Nancy’s Story
Sensual Delights A Cookie Club Romance
Stories published at Decadent Publishing
One Night on the Beach
Avalon for Christmas
The Virgin and the Playboy
The Virgin and the Best Man
Two Men and a Virgin
Virgin Under Ground
Gale Force Passion
Trail of Hearts
The Milkman Cometh
Madame Eve’s Gift
At Musa Publishing
An Apple Away
Eleven Years On
At Beachwalk Press
It’s Just Love
At Blushing Books
Kimmy, Love’s Reprise Anthology
For Ben – Corbin’s Bend Series
From Champagne Books:
From Fated Desires:
Haunting Suspicions (available for pre-order)
From Decadent Publishing
Terci in Chains