My favorite Dom, Cj Lemire (@cjlemire) has threatened to get out his whip if I don’t start blogging a little more regularly, and since I do everything a dominant guy with a whip tells me to do, here I am.

I was pretty overwhelmed for a while… The normal stuff was there–working at my Big Corporate Job, raising two kids and writing–but then we threw in a 6,500 square foot monkey wrench in the form of what I like to call, “Broke-down Palace”. We bought a big, run-down home out of foreclosure, and it needed (NEEDS) a LOT of work! But any of you who follow me on Twitter (@pipertrace) know how much I love to DIY and build things, right?? Well, this house nearly broke me.

It’s one thing to have a few projects you’d like to get on…it’s another thing to have two-hundred projects you HAVE GOT TO DO SOON and you’re a little uncomfortable having your children live and sleep in this nasty home. So I’ve been a bit overwhelmed. But slowly we’re working our way through the unending list of chores and projects, and I find myself FINALLY being able to Tweet a bit more and, hey, even blog! So here I am.

Another thing that has suffered greatly from our home project is my current book that’s wildly overdue, Come When Called. It doesn’t help that this book is over 130K words long… Here’s the official blurb and a little eye candy:

Evie has the same problem with men that she has with cheesecake – she’s always trying to cut back, but they’re just so damned delicious. But this time she’s in real trouble. Fired from her law firm, Evie must hide from her psychotic, lawyer ex-boyfriend until she can come up with the money she owes him.

Rich and dead-sexy Ford Lachance caused Evie to get fired by seducing her into being sexually dominated for the first time…in the law firm library. But he offers her the perfect solution: be his highly paid, live-in assistant for a year at his guarded estate, and in return he will use his considerable influence to get her whatever job she wants after the year is up.

But Evie’s out of her league in trying to keep up with Ford’s escalating game of domination and pleasure.

Charley is Ford’s best friend and his opposite – warm and affectionate to Ford’s cool, aggressive sexiness. Pleasing both of these virile men at once brings Evie mind-blowing satisfaction. But she makes the mistake of falling in love with them and Ford is incapable returning her feelings…and Charley’s.

As Evie and Charley both struggle with Ford’s denial of their love, Evie still lives in fear of her ex with good reason…and Evie, Ford and Charley find they must face their feelings and decide whether this threesome can work while fighting for their lives, and their love.

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I’m editing this book right now and thought I’d give you folks a taste of it! So here it is…a brief excerpt from my full-length MMF menage erotic romance novel (with BDSM / master-slave elements). 🙂

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“You kissed me,” Ford said simply.

“What? You mean earlier? Before…” She wasn’t sure what to call it. Before we made love? Had sex?

“Before we fucked,” he finished for her, without a hesitation given to his choice of vocabulary. “Yes, before that. You kissed me.”

“Uh, technically, I think you kissed me. I just kissed back.”

“Okay, so you kissed back.” He paused and Evie wasn’t sure there was more to the statement, but finally he asked, “Did you like kissing back?”

She pulled away to study him. Was this a trick question? She had nothing to lose by answering honestly.

“Yes, I liked kissing you very much.” Deciding to take a chance, she added, “I’d like it better if I could call you Ford.”

He looked bemused. “Why?”

“Because when I have to call you Mr. Lachance, and I kiss you, I feel like I’m kissing my boss.”

“You are kissing your boss.”

“I know, but I’m also kissing dead-sexy and charming Ford, and that’s who I really want to kiss.”

He pursed his lips, and she could see he was trying to hide his pleasure at her admission. “Ford,” he tested. “I’m not sure if it will work for me. Let me hear it.”

“Ford.” She smiled. It made her almost feel like they were friends.

“Hmm, I still can’t decide. Use it in a sentence please.”

“Okay,” she said. “Ford fucked me hard while he held me down across his desk.”

“Oh.” His eyes lit in a way that reminded her of that excited boy again. Pure and unadulterated elation. “That was a good sentence,” he breathed.

“I quite enjoyed it myself—the sentence, that is.”

“The sentence—of course,” he agreed, his face solemn. “Who would enjoy being held down and fucked?” He shrugged his shoulders.

She held up a finger. “By Ford—don’t forget that part!”

“Yes, exactly. Who would enjoy such a thing?”

She knew they were both teasing, but she felt compelled to make him understand. She wanted to find that sixteen-year-old boy in him and tell him he’s not alone and he’s not a freak. Tell him that normal, healthy, successful people have the same urges for sexual dominance as he does. And conversely, the urge to be dominated completely, like her. No matter what his father beat into him.

Taking his hand, she stroked along his long fingers while she kept her eyes down. “I would,” she said simply, her tone sincere.

He didn’t answer right away, but reached out with his other hand and raised her chin. She saw confusion in his eyes—confusion and what looked like the stirrings of hope. Funny, because that’s how she always felt around him.

“What?” he whispered.

The vulnerable look in his eyes gave her the courage to say it confidently, with no waver of embarrassment in her voice. “I enjoyed it—really, honestly loved it—Ford, when you held me down and fucked me.”

“The fucking part or the holding you down part?”

“Both. Together.”

He frowned for a heartbeat in what looked like disbelief, and then pulled her close without another hesitation and kissed her, long and deep. His lips soft, his tongue gentle, probing, almost shy. And he kept his eyes closed tightly, cupping her head in his big hands. When he finally stopped, he rested his forehead against hers, keeping his eyes screwed shut.

Finally he blinked twice, his eyes growing distant again, and thanked her for her time while helping her to her feet. His polite mask had slammed firmly back into place and the moment was gone.

She touched her lips as she left the room, knowing the last kiss had been different, and that knowledge sent butterflies of both joy and unease swirling through her belly.

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