I'm trying a blog hop that's new to me--at least I think it's a blog hop. It seems a little different than most I've participated in. It's called the midweek tease.
This week I'm promoting my fictionalized memoir, Perilous Play: the Real Fifty Shades, in anticipation of the release of the filmed version of Fifty Shades of Grey on Valentine's Day. My story however, is decidedly dark and dangerous by comparison to the Harlequin-esque Fifty Shades novel.
The cover of Perilous Play states: based on a true story. The fact is, very
little in this memoir is fiction.
Places and names have been changed. The
time in my life when these events occurred is altered. One scene was added, to
wrap up the story and tie it in a tidy bow.
But otherwise, it’s all true.
Check
it out:
One woman’s journey into the contemporary
kink underworld, Perilous Play is
Here’s
an excerpt of the only fictional event—a ménage with two men I did have
relationships with. Alas, I never got that ménage experience I’ve craved for so
long! But it’s a hot scene and I hope you enjoy it.
I drove to Lafayette feeling hot and
ready. I thought I’d be able to persuade Mark to allow me to top him again,
which really excited me. That emotion quickly changed to deliciously terrified
seconds after I rang his doorbell.
Because Tobias opened the door.
Mark stood behind him, arms folded over
his torso. Both looked grim, which surprised me. Wasn’t Mark’s birthday a
joyous occasion? Squelching nerves, I entered, handed Mark his gift and hugged
him. “Happy birthday, sweetie.”
“Sweetie,” he said, contempt infusing his
voice. “Is that right?”
“Well, yeah, honey, of course.” I still
had no idea what was going on. Tobias had stated quite firmly when we’d met
that he wasn’t interested in a threesome with another man, so why was he here?
He certainly didn’t look as though he was in a celebratory mood. Though
mystified, I had no course of action other than to wait until the men told me
what was up.
I set down my toy bag and handed Mark his
gift. Without opening it, he tossed it onto the kitchen counter, reached into
his pocket and took out his cell phone. So did Tobias. After brief
finger-tapping, they held out the phones so I could read the screens. On each,
I saw:
Good
morning and Happy Thanksgiving! I hope today is everything you want it to be,
sweetie!
I was fucked. Or going to be fucked. “Uh,
guys,” I started, backing away and holding out my hands in entreaty. “Uh, I
know this looks bad, but—“
Tobias reached around me and shoved the
door closed so hard it slammed. His other arm caged me between his solid body
and the door.
I wasn’t going anywhere Tobias didn’t want
me to go.
I stared into his dark eyes, trying to
read his expression, divine his thoughts. The only conclusion that I could
reasonably reach is that I had insulted my Dom.
“You know what you’ve done,” he said.
I nodded.
“You know it wasn’t appropriate.” His
mouth twitched and I realized he was trying not to grin.
I nodded again, squelching my answering
smile, playing the game. Why not? It was fun.
His eyes twinkled. “You’ve been a very,
very bad girl.” He ran a finger along my jawline.
Shivering, I closed my eyes, allowing
myself to get into role, immerse myself in the scene. Was I safe?
Oh, yes. I’d been with both men before.
They knew my limits and were entirely trustworthy.
“Do you accept your punishment?”
Excitement zipped through me as though I’d
dared to touch a live Taser. “Yes, sir,” I said sweetly, batting my eyelashes.
I peeked around Tobias. Though our
relationship was more equal—in fact, Mark enjoyed me topping him—he didn’t look
pleased. He picked up a couple of dark-gray objects that lay on his kitchen
counter.
They clanked.
Shackles.
If
what you have read intrigues you, here are a couple of buy links:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/509003
(smashwords)
http://tinyurl.com/MemoirDeMello
(Amazon)
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