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If you had a warning label, what would yours say?
Explosive if agitated.
What’s the worst show on TV? What’s your favorite show on TV?
Worst: I usually avoid sitcoms, especially ones where the conflict could be quickly solved with an application of honesty and common courtesy. (I felt the same way when my munchkins seemed to be constantly bickering, but at least, they were still in grade school)
Favorite: I’m eagerly awaiting the continuation of Game of Thrones. I love it—although, I must say, I didn’t see the point to the gratuitous sex scenes HBO has added. (Odd statement for an erotic romance author to make, isn’t it!? LOL)
What’s your guiltiest indulgence?
Oh, much as I’d love to confess to something really perverse, I’m afraid that reading has gotten me into more trouble than anything else–falling asleep because I stayed up late to finish a book, ignoring family and phone when I’m lost in another world, taking extra time at lunch or not finishing a job just to read a few extra pages.
Perhaps the worst sin is saying, “Uh-huh,” to my husband and not hearing a word he says.
What’s the most adventurous thing you’ve ever done?
I’m terrified of heights—and I used to try to be ‘macho’. One idiotic day, I did a ‘tandem’ parachute jump from an airplane. When the pilot said he’d go extra high so we could ‘fall’ longer, I wanted to crawl under the seat.
I did make the jump–although I remember the expert saying, “Let go, let go” and batting at my hands (the door frame probably still bears dents from my fingers). Alas, rather than curing my fear, parachuting only added a far-too-vivid knowledge of how it feels to fall a long, long way.
What 3 things are a must have if you were stranded on a deserted island?
Assuming the place had drinkable water and a way to catch food (yes, I’m logical like that) and I simply needed diversions, I’d want my dearheart, a baseball bat so I could wallop him if he annoyed me, and a giant box of books.
Have you ever been skinny-dipping?
Oh yeah. (I had a misspent youth)
However, after watching the movie Jaws, I did pick up a few misgivings. Not about having my legs ripped off, but more the possibility of having to scream “shark!” and flee from the water in all my naked glory. At night. In a foreign country. Oops.
What’s your favorite condiment?
It’s boring, but you might consider me a total saltoholic. I sprinkle salt on everything. Well, almost everything. It’s a good thing that there’s no salt in the bedroom or…
What’s your least favorite word?
Hearing a person calling someone a “c…” offends me.
Oddly enough, I rather like the word when used the way it should be—as a less wimpy way of referring to a vagina.
What was the last film you saw?
My dearheart is a history buff, so we recently rented the miniseries, “Band of Brothers”. It’s awesome.
What’s your favorite saying or quote?
“Never give up, never surrender.” (Galaxy Quest)
Do you like to hear your books?
BDSM Bedtime Stories on Goodreads presents a short and very naughty glimpse into My Liege of Dark Haven by Cherise Sinclair.
Master of the Mountain & Doms of Dark Haven
My Liege of Dark Haven
Threatened by university cutbacks, Professor Abigail Bern’s only hope is to publish a provocative research paper–soon. Planning to covertly observe behavior in the notorious Dark Haven BDSM club, she takes a receptionist job. When the owner calls upon her to assist in a demonstration, she’s appalled. Then fascinated. Under the unyielding hands of the master known as my Liege, she discovers a need to be more than an observer.
His late wife had been the center of his life, and Xavier Leduc wants no other. But when his new receptionist does her utmost to keep an emotional distance from him, he’s intrigued and digs deeper. She’s adorable. Intriguingly intelligent, beautifully submissive, sweetly vulnerable. He soon realizes her defenses are keeping her on the fringe of her sexuality–and her life. As he draws her into fuller participation, she unconsciously does the same for him. She begins to fill his world.
Ever since the night she met my Liege Xavier, Abby has questioned everything she believes about herself. She’s falling for the stern owner of Dark Haven and thinks he’s beginning to care for her…until the day he learns why she’s in his club.
Xavier Leduc stood in the downstairs dungeon, watching a younger Dom release his sobbing submissive. Rainier’s session had gone badly. The younger Dom had asked for instructions on how to use nipple clamps correctly after the sub was settled.
A demonstration would be more effective than lecturing. Xavier looked around, half expecting his previous receptionist to hurry over with his toy bag and whatever else he might need. But no, Destiny had quit. He missed her efficiency.
Dixon, one of the Dark Haven staff submissives, stood nearby, obviously hoping to be used.
Xavier decided against using the young man for two reasons. Male subs often tried to disguise their pain, which would defeat the purpose of the lesson. And a woman’s larger nipples made it easier to demonstrate clamps.
Besides, he enjoyed handling a woman’s breasts.
“Dixon, run upstairs and get my toy bag from the bar.” Which submissive to use? Hadn’t the new staff member, Clarissa, been pushing for attention? “And bring the receptionist.”
“Yes, my liege.” Disappointment plain in his face, Dixon trotted away.
Rainier sat with his submissive on the couch, stroking her hair as she cried. Vivid red and purple bruising marked her right nipple. Nothing excessive, but this young woman wasn’t into pain, and her Dom hadn’t learned the difference between an erotic pinch and damage.
Turning away, Xavier surveyed the rest of his large dungeon. At almost midnight all the equipment was in use, from the Saint Andrew’s crosses near the stairs to the spanking benches in the center. Lusty screams of at least two women came from the harem room. One of the evening dungeon monitors, deVries, in his usual ripped-up leathers, looked in the theme room’s small window. Along with checking the participants’ safety, the blond sadist was undoubtedly enjoying the show.
“Here’s your bag, my liege.” Followed by a young woman, Dixon handed over the leather bag.
“Quickly done. Thank you.” Xavier glanced at the woman behind Dixon. Mid-to-late twenties. Medium height with pleasingly full curves, pale skin, and ear-length platinum hair. Dressed head to toe in black like a Domme, she stared around the room. His presence hadn’t even registered.
Odd how refreshing that felt. But she wasn’t the receptionist he’d requested. “You’re not Clarissa.”
She started, then smiled at him. “That’s quite observant of you.”
Dixon stared at her in alarm. “I… Um, my liege, she’s—”
“Dixon.” Xavier’s warning tone silenced the young man. “Could I presume upon you to inform me who you are?” he asked the blonde politely. “And where Clarissa is?”
“Clarissa quit”—her man’s digital watch was far too big for her delicate wrist—“about two hours ago. I’m filling in tonight.” She held her hand out. “Abby.”
His faucet of amusement cranked open. Straight-faced, he took her hand. “Xavier.”
“Good to meet you.” She gave a brief, no-nonsense shake and disengaged. “Now, can I help you with something? I’m new, but I’ll do my best to figure out how to get you what you need.”
Dixon looked terrified, clearly expecting Xavier to come down all Dom on Abby’s head.
Had he been that bad tempered recently? Xavier smiled. “That’s good to hear, Abby, since I need your breasts for a few minutes.”
“Of course. I—” She took a hasty step back. “What?”
“Your breasts. I’m going to instruct Master Rainier on how to apply nipple clamps.”
She retreated another foot before her chin rose. “I’m the receptionist, not a teaching assistant.”
Teaching assistant? Interesting term. “The receptionist assists in demonstrations when needed.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, and he almost grinned. She didn’t realize how the posture pressed her pretty breasts upward. With her flawless pale skin, if he sandwiched her breast between his darkly tanned hands, the effect would be that of an Oreo cookie. The white center was his favorite part.
Her hair was wispy as a dandelion gone to fluffy seed. The downy hair on her arms was the same shade and indicated her mesmerizing coloring was natural.
“I’m not a submissive. I’m a Domme,” she informed him in reasonable tones. “I’m the one putting clamps on, not receiving.”
“The receptionists are always submissive.” Before she got herself in trouble, he made a guess and asked, “Simon recruited you?”
“Despite your overly encompassing clothing, I doubt Simon made an error.” Xavier took her pointed chin between his thumb and finger. As her smoky eyes widened and she tried to retreat, he let his voice slip into command mode. “Be still.”
A shiver ran through her, and her pupils dilated. Even her breathing stopped.
“Very pretty,” he murmured. Her surprise at her own reaction made his cock stir and brought his dominant instincts sliding to the fore. When she lifted her hand up to push him away, he captured her wrist. “No, little fluff, don’t move. I want to look at you.”
Her speeding pulse tapped a protest against his fingers. “I’m not submissive,” she whispered.
“Oh, I think you are,” he said. In fact, her Domme clothing looked so wrong on her that he was tempted to rip it off. “However, I might believe you lack experience. How familiar are you with BDSM? Have you been spanked?”
“No.” Her slight wiggle seemed to indicate possible interest.
Her cheeks pinkened.
He’d bet the lady owned a vibrator. “Did your boyfriend use a vibrator on you?”
The flush started at the tops of her breasts and flowed upward. He’d never seen such a clear red color. Lovely. She gave a tiny shake of her head and realized she’d answered his intimate question. Her brows drew together.
“New to everything, then. Are you here because you want to know more?” But why would a newbie take a receptionist job? His eyes narrowed, and he took another guess. “You’re too impatient to wait through the screening process?”
She nodded, and her small upper lip pressed against the plump lower. “And the membership fees…”
Had gone high when he’d converted the club to exclusive. “I see.”
Should he let her stay without taking the class or being recommended? As the owner of a security firm, Simon had infallible instincts about people. A priority flag on her application would speed up her medical and background screening. And he did need someone on the desk. He tugged on a silky lock of her hair and caught a hint of a light springtime fragrance. “I’ll make you a deal. You fill out the paperwork, do the physical, and stay as a receptionist for at least four months, performing all the receptionist duties, and I’ll waive your first year’s dues.” He stepped back a pace to let her think.
Think she did. Her eyes turned unfocused in an expression oddly akin to that of subspace. Yet rather than relaxing, her entire body and brain seemed to jump into high gear. Unbelievably sexy. What would it take to shut off her brain?
Her attention returned to him. “Not that I doubt your word, but my reading indicated the lifestyle can attract unstable personalities. One, can you prove the manager will agree to your deal? Two, how do I know you won’t ask something of me that I will refuse to do?”
Intelligent women were so fun to play with. He hardened as he imagined a chess game. Spanking her for every pawn he captured. Fucking her if he took her queen. If she lost the game, then… Concentrate, Leduc. “Those are valid concerns.” Unable to resist, he ran a finger down her cheek. Her skin was as smooth as it looked. Smoother. “For question two—right now, I intend to use only breast clamps and bondage tape on your wrists. Do you have a problem with either?”
She swallowed. “I g-guess not.”
He studied her. He was pushing, but he didn’t think it was too much. Although he could overwhelm a compliant sub, this wasn’t one. And the receptionist did need to be able to fill in as a submissive when needed.
Off to the side, Dixon was shifting his weight from leg to leg as if expecting Abby to get flattened. “Dixon, can you explain who I am?”
“Please, my liege, she didn’t know. Don’t—”
Ah, the fluff had made a friend. “I’m not offended. She simply needs confirmation of my position here.”
Dixon turned to the young woman. “This is the owner of Dark Haven. Master Xavier. Call him ‘my liege.’”
Xavier sighed. He had no idea who’d first given him that title, but the submissives took such delight in it, he’d allowed it to continue.
Taking a step forward, Dixon whispered all too clearly, “For fuck’s sake, don’t upset him or say no to him.”
Abby’s lips curved into a provocative O. “Well. Forgive me, please, m-my liege.”
Since she wasn’t his, he tried not to think of the ways a submissive might demonstrate her penitence.
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About the author:
Having to wear glasses in elementary school can scar a person for life. Dubbed a nerd at an early age, Cherise Sinclair has been trying to live up to the stereotype ever since. And what better way than being an author?
Known for writing deeply emotional stories, Cherise is the author of fifteen erotic romance novels, most with a BDSM theme. (Please do not mention the phrase mommy porn in her presence.) Her awards extend from a National Leather Award to a Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice nomination to a GoodReads BDSM group award for best author of the year. Called an “ascendant erotica queen” by Rolling Stone Magazine, Cherise spends her days writing, supervised by a sadistic calico cat.
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