Saturday, November 9, 2013

Guest Blogger: Elyzabeth VaLey

Please welcome fellow author and Wednesday Briefer, Elyzabeth VaLey, who is going to tell us about her
newest release, an anthology entitled The Crimson Rope! Thanks for stopping by, Elyzabeth, make yourself at home!

The Crimson Rope

Unleash your kinky side with six titillating BDSM tales.

Let The Crimson Rope bind you in an erotic adventure sure to please, with skilled Doms and sexy submissives that are willing to explore their boundaries. From pleasured gasps to stinging desire, the authors of this anthology will not only seduce you, but leave you begging for more.

Thank you for having me, Julie! The Crimson Rope is a six author BDSM anthology with, I can assure you, a lot of yummy stories. It has cowboys, artists, inventors, businessmen, and a knight. Yes, you’ve read that last one right. Among all the contemporary tales lies a medieval one, mine: Liberating Lua.

Why would I write a BDSM tale based such a long time ago? Well, why not? Though the
origins of BDSM aren’t clear, it is believed that it has been around since the 9th century BC. As a matter a fact, while doing a little research I came upon The Tomb of Whipping. Located in Italy and dated in 490 BC, it is filled with musicians, dancers, and an erotic scene that brings to mind a spanking and a whipping.

With my story, I didn’t go as far back as 400 BC. Instead, I kept to one of my favorite time periods, the medieval era, and from that Jürgen’s and Lua’s story was born.
Liberating Lua blurb

Lord Jürgen GreyStorm, is married to the love of his life, Lady Lua
Mirabella. Marriage, however, is not what he expected. His adored wife is unresponsive when he lies between her legs every night, the idea that sex is a sin instilled into her since childhood. Furthermore, Jürgen`s way of love involves chains, spanks and dominance in a way that he fears, would drive his Lua away forever.

For Lady Lua Mirabella sex is an obligation. Or at least, that’s what she’s been taught that it should be. The truth is, that her tactic of lying stiff as a board while her beloved husband ruts into her is driving her insane and him away. She loves Jürgen but when she discovers his dark tastes, she will have to decide whether to submit to him fully and willingly or step away.

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Author Bio:
Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she'll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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Excerpt from Liberating Lua
She closed her eyes, silence in the chamber increasing her already frayed nerves. Butterflies twisted in her belly and soft flames licked her body warming it from the inside out, while her heart seemed set on escaping through her mouth. She was exposed as she’d never been before and the knowledge both horrified and aroused her. The minutes seemed to tick by slowly as she waited. Her courage began to fail.
Suddenly, the door creaked open and closed. The hairs on the back of her neck stood as she heard the bolt slide into place. Heavy boots slapped against the floor, coming closer. Her chest tightened, her heart stilled. Her mouth went dry, her thoughts freezing as she waited. Was it he? She didn’t dare open her eyes, afraid to see anger or disappointment in her husband’s brown depths. What would she do if he sent her away? The sound of footsteps ceased, a looming presence took over her personal space. Lua chewed on her bottom lip.
     “Open your eyes, Lua Mirabella.” Jürgen’s deep commanding timber rocked through her core. Slowly, she blinked and opened her eyes to meet Jürgen’s heated gaze. Her heart plummeted back to her chest, a new wave of butterflies fluttering inside her stomach. She had never seen him look at her like that. The muscle in his jaw ticked and his lips were set in a thin line. His nose flared as if sniffing her scent. His eyes, always a lovely brown were a shade darker. His gaze raw and dangerous. Emotions warred their way in their depths: lust and love.
     “Jürgen,” she whispered his name, losing herself in his stare. 
     He said nothing, instead reaching for her breast, running his calloused fingertips against her nipple, causing it to pebble to a hard peak. Lua’s lips parted, breathing becoming difficult as he squeezed and kneaded the flesh. A moan escaped her and she looked away, self-conscious.
     “Don’t.” Gently, Jürgen grasped her chin and forced her to look back at him.

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