Snippet Saturday…

I’ve been working on a new story featuring Jason, a Dom (of course!)  and Abby (his potential sub) but as I’ve been writing it, I ran into a scene with Master Silas. He’s a character who, much like Master Gabriel, will run through this series of books. I thought I’d share with you a snippet of the kind of man, and Dom, he is.


Sharada’s voice was low.  “Trevor was being a real bastard that night. He knows verbal humiliation is a hard limit for me, but he … he called me names anyway. I used my safe word, but he just laughed. I didn’t want to cause a scene since it was only words, so I let it go.”

“Fuck.” Master Silas came over from the door, stopped in front of Sharada and pulled her to her feet. He cupped her chin, forcing him to look at her. Her eyes darted away, and Abby knew how she felt. It was incredibly hard to look a strong Dom in the eye, especially one in protective mode. “You will never let someone step over your hard limits again, is that understood, pet? You have limits and a safe word for a reason. If he does not listen, you call for a dungeon monitor or one of us. I can tell you for certain if I’d heard him, I’d have banned him from the club for consent violations. I may still do that. And, pet? There is no such thing as ‘only words.’ For some subs, words cause more damage than cane strikes.”

Her eyes filled with tears, and he swore again, holding her close as she worked to pull herself together.  “Consent is something we’ll be addressing again at the next all-member meeting.”


I hope you enjoyed this little sneak peek into my writing project….



My Writing Process

Today I’m taking the baton for this fun blog hop from the lovely Seleste deLaney (also known as Julie Particka for her YA!)  You should stop by and read about her writing process!

1)  What am I working on?

Right now, I’m working on a novella that I’m hoping will be a three book series. It already includes two characters you’ve met, Jeremy Kohler (from Matzoh and Mistletoe) and Delia Butler (from Forbidden Fires).  This story features Jason Locke (yep, another Dom – what can I say?) and Abby Barnes who meet unexpectedly and then discover they may be suited for each other.  I’ve also got an entire of file of ideas screaming “me next!” but I want to get this one done.


2)   How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I tend to write sweet Doms. Oh, they’re alphas, but they’re not alphaholes. They want control, but they’re not jerks about it. Gabe from Forbidden Obsessions is case in point.


3)  Why do I write what I do?

A few reasons. I’ve found I really like that wide open door found in erotic romance, and it’s what I enjoy reading, as well.  And sex is such an integral, complex part of a relationship, so I like showing how a character learning more about his and/or her sexual self creates obstacles and opportunities.


4) How does my writing process work?

There’s a process? How come no one told me? *pauses* All kidding aside, every author’s process is different.

notebooksI get an idea, and I jot a few sentences about it in a file I call “next projects.”  I’ve always got a notebook with me just in case.  If I’m working on something else, that may be as far as I go with it for now, but I never want to lose those ideas. (All bets are off when I’m sleeping, though. Those? They usually get lost. *le sigh*)

When I’m actively working on something, I rarely read anything new, or I’ll read in a completely different genre, like mystery. I’m wary of what I call “cross-contamination” and I don’t want someone else’s words to influence my own.

I tend to write one day, and review what I’ve written the next. I make any changes (usually less than half an hour) and then I move on. I *must* write in a linear fashion – I can’t skip around — and I don’t generally plot. Which means if I’m stuck on direction, I’m STUCK. Sort of a pain, but it’s a process that’s worked five times so far!

And I write fairly complete drafts. I’m not one of those people who do three and four rewrites before they submit.  I also write full chapters — I know a lot of people don’t put chapter breaks in until the end, but honestly, that would make me crazy! *shudders*


So, that’s it for me! Next up to talk about their writing processes are lovely authors Vivian Arend , Cathy Pegau, and Regina West.  Their posts will be up next week, May 19th!


Flash Fiction: Game for You


CJ Lemire posted a writing prompt at his website after a twitter conversation that went, as things often do, to the durty.  The challenge, to write a 500 word erotic flash fiction piece based on the game Clue.  Here’s my semi-NSFW take on it:


Game for You

“I cannot believe I let you rope me into this.”

I grinned at Janelle’s serendipitous choice of words, enjoying the tiny furrow between her delicately shaped brows. When she’s riled, I like soothing away her frustrations by creating tension of another kind. Good thing I’d already planned for this. “What? It’s good publicity for the library and the toy shop. And you volunteered.”

“An afternoon of board games with kids? What was I thinking? I don’t have that kind of patience.”

I laughed, running my nails down her neck, playing with the small charm in the hollow of her throat. “No patience? Guess we’ll have to work on that.”

She gave me side-eye as goose bumps rose on her skin, then her gaze flicked to the slightly-open door of the library’s community activity room. “What are you doing? Someone will see.”

I scraped my nails across the tops of her lush breasts, which were covered by a loose, flowing peasant top with an elastic neckline. With my back to the door, shielding her body, she was protected. No one could see me drag the neckline down to reach the pretty lace of her bra, which I rubbed back and forth against her nipple, making her squirm. “I’m playing with what’s mine, my lovely pet.”

She froze.

Our power-exchange dynamic had always been confined to home, never in public. But last week we’d come across a couple in a darkened doorway. He’d had his hand around the back of the girl’s neck, his thumb against her throat, his other hand under her skirt.  Janelle’s light brown skin had flushed a darker color, her nipples had gone rigid and I’d seen the desire in her dark eyes.

Today, the not-in-public thing was about to change.  I planned to push her edges but, as always, she had the final say in how far things went. “You have a safe word, love. Use it if you need to.”

She swallowed then nodded once, that sweet hint of red darkening her cheeks again.

Oh, yeah. “You know what made me think of this today?”

“No, Mistress.”

I reached into the bag I had slung across my body, pulled my hand out, then turned my palm face up and grinned. On it was a length of twisted turquoise.

Janelle blinked. “Rope?”

I led my lover to the small bathroom in the corner of the room, then took her inside, stripping her of her shirt and her skirt in under twenty seconds.

I wrapped the rope around her, tying her into a waist corset with a crotch rope. One that had a knot right at her ultra-sensitive clit.  I put my lips against hers, swallowing the moan she made as I tugged first the rope and then her nipples.

With much regret, I helped her dress.  “Not just rope, pet. Clue.  Mistress Scarlet, with the rope, in the Library.”

An unrestrained laugh burst from her.  “You win, Mistress.”

I nipped her neck. “And so do you. Later.”


Game for You, © Jodie Griffin, 2014