Constance Munday is my guest at the Naughty Corner today, revealing the secrets of her new BDSM erotic romance novel, For Your Touch Alone. Please welcome her.
I’m delighted to be guesting here with news of my latest project, so many thanks to Elizabeth for having me.
For Your Touch Alone (Book 1 – The Belonging Series), is the result of my lifelong fascination with BDSM. It’s the culmination of my plans for a trilogy about an ordinary woman’s journey into the dark side. I also wanted to write a novel with a significant amount of twists and turns, so I’m hoping the background theme will be interesting to readers. I’m so delighted to see the birth of the first book in the series. It was quite a wait for my patient readers, and I’m delighted to be back in the saddle.
I love Etienne and Vera. I purposely gave Vera a non-glamorous name as I want her to be the kind of girl we all might meet in the street. She’s rather principled and that makes her journey into the bondage world of Etienne Fauve all the harder. Etienne may come across as slightly dislikeable initially, but as readers come to know him, I think they’ll get him. His personality is simply the sum total of a troubled past.
As Vera learns to unveil the strengths she never knew she had, she commits to a journey that is much more than a simple relationship. It is one of belonging, body, mind and soul to her lover.
For Your Touch Alone is available at Amazon, through Xcite Books and on various platforms.
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Vera Laike makes a vow of submission and belonging to Etienne Fauve, the mysterious and enigmatic Frenchman she meets when her marriage hits the rocks. Vera seeks to explore her inner self and Etienne is a master of control. Within her naivety he sees salvation. Within his control she sees liberation. They set out on a rollercoaster ride of temptation, seduction and sin without realising they are on a collision course. Neither of them counts on falling in love. They will be together; they have to be together. But are they both strong enough to surmount what lies ahead?
‘This is a milestone. Today you’ll see and taste your other life again and you’ll flirt with possibilities. When you come back to me this evening, you’ll come to me completely, and your old life vanishes. This is soon, so soon for me to be asking this of you.’ He smoothed her hair. ‘You’ll need to be ingenious to separate the layers of your life, but you’ll have to do it if you’re to belong to me fully.’
Through the window, she could see the by now familiar car.
‘So this is something like going out on parole, or a test?’
‘A bit, yes. It’s a test for both of us. I must trust you in order to prove something to myself. You’re not a slave in the true sense of the word. The slavery you choose will be because you crave Etienne Fauve and what he has to give you.’
His lips were centimetres from hers. He brushed them with his own, teasing her. The promise of those lips sealed Vera’s fate.
‘Surely, people don’t play games like this?’
‘You’d be surprised how many do.’
‘But you what?’ He laughed. ‘I get it. Although you’ve played along fabulously well for the last few days, in the back of your mind you’ve been thinking this was a ridiculous charade you could walk away from.’
‘I suppose so. I don’t know. Well, I can walk out of it, can’t I?’
‘Despite what I said before, that’s exceptionally naïve of you.’ He turned her around and whispered in her ear as he began to walk her forward. ‘There are more efficient prisons than those with four walls. There are prisons of the mind and heart. I think you want this prison. I think you are made for sin.’
‘I am made for sin.’
They were now at the front door. He pulled the velvet blindfold out of his pocket and she stood obediently as he settled it over her eyes and rubbed his thumb across her lips in his familiar gesture.
‘You ought to watch what you’re saying, Vera. You might not be aware of it, but you can be so provocative.’ He planted a kiss beneath her ear, leaning further forward to pinch her nipple. Sublime delight surged through her from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. She realised she was an innocent standing on the railways tracks, and an oncoming train was about to run her down.
He continued by drawing spirals on her skin as he opened the door and led her down to the car, settling her in the backseat before climbing in beside her.
Vera felt more nervous than she had the day Etienne had picked her up and brought her to the house. ‘I’m not what you think, Etienne Fauve.’ She sat in a very prim and proper fashion with her knees locked together.
‘I understand what you are.’
‘You think you do, but you hardly know about me or my past. We’ve only touched on it. You don’t know what I’ve fought to control by covering it with this veneer of ordinariness.’
‘Yes, I do. Why do you think you’re still sitting here and I’m taking this unprecedented step? You’re Vera Laike. The ordinary girl with the black tarnish, and I’m Etienne Fauve, the man with the black heart.’