Weekend Writing Warriors for July 23

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I’m back again at Weekend Writing Warriors, after a short break. This is a great group of writers who get together and share snippets from their work for others to comment on. When you have read my snippet, why not pop along and read what other authors have to say? (www.wewriwa.com)

My publishers are re-releasing a book I published a few years ago. It’s largely the same book, and using the same title of Out of the Darkness, (which is being released in my other writing name of Juliette Banks) but with a few changes. It didn’t get the exposure it deserved because I was very green at the beginning about marketing and promotion, but I hope and expect that it will reach a wider readership this time. I have even got a brand ‘spanking’ new cover (pun intended!). As you know I write mainly erotic romance, but out of respect for the writers of other genres, I keep the more X-rated quotes off this page. If you want the hotter details, you will have to buy the book! Having said that, the opening scene of the book is quite racy, and takes place in the present between Marianne, one of the world’s top models, and her Dom, William, the owner of a publishing firm.

The room was almost dark, with just flickers of light coming from the logs burning in the hearth. As I stood at the door I could just see his shape, sitting in the leather, wing-backed chair, silhouetted by the fire.

“Come here.”

His voice was quiet, but with the firmness I had come to expect from him. I moved closer and knelt down in front of him, my naked bottom facing the warmth of the fire. I bent my head downwards and looked at the floor as I had been taught, but he surprised me by lifting up my chin with his hand.

“You look so beautiful.”

He bent and kissed me softly on the lips, and I shivered in anticipation. Was it to be pleasure or pain this time?

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She was one of the most beautiful and photographed women in the world.

She lived every young girl’s dream.

But sometimes the dream and the reality don’t match up.

The missing father; the predatory stepfather; the abusive lover; they all let her down.

Then she met the man of her dreams—but fate was cruel and she was alone again…

…until a powerful and charismatic Dom, who excited her like no other man before, stepped into her life.

Was he the man she had sought her whole life? Would he show her the way out of the darkness and into the loving, submissive relationship she had always craved?

NOTE: This book was previously published, under the same name but with a different cover, under the author name of Rachel de Vine.

Out of the Darkness will be released on August 16. Here is the link to a Facebook page for the book.

https://www.facebook.com/outofthedarknessnovel/

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This was the couple I wanted on the cover of the book, but my publishers preferred the lone man. Do you have a preference?

Your chance to win a summer’s worth of books!

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Dear Reader,

Win a huge bundle of books in this Super Summer Book Giveaway, including a copy of my book The Artist. All you have to do is pop over to this link, http://bookhub.online/book-giveaways/super-summer-reads-giveaway and find out how to enter. There will be 3 lucky winners who will all win this huge bundle of books.

HURRY, BECAUSE THE COMPETITION OPENS FOR ENTRIES TODAY!

Good luck!

Rachel/Juliette

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Dancing in the Moonlight – a short story

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He watched from the shadows of his bedroom balcony. She was there again, dancing in the moonlight. Dancing completely, utterly and mesmerizingly naked, as she had done many times before. The perspiration on her limbs reflected the glint of the full moon, and turned her into a mythical being from another world.

 

He had stopped wondering why she danced naked whenever the moon appeared as a large, silver ball in the sky. It was a miracle. It was his miracle alone. No one else in the surrounding houses had the same view as him, overlooking her almost secluded garden.

 

Her slim, lean, dancer’s body bent and flowed with effortless ease—arms and hands stretched up towards the moonlit sky, feet pointed out as she lifted her legs in turn behind her. Elegance personified.

 

Her breasts were not large, but looked soft and pliable. How he wished he could take them in his hands—to run his fingers over her smooth, velvety skin, gently massaging and squeezing them, as he would a peach to test its ripeness.

 

He wanted to run his palms down the curve of her back and meet the swell of her cheeks as they curved to meet her thighs. What mysteries and delights were to be found in the hidden cleft, that the moonlight did not reveal? What joy and pleasure was to be found in that wondrous place, that in the past he would have discovered for himself?

 

For he was an old man, who had once been strong and powerful—whose arms would have clasped such a body to his chest, and whose legs could have encircled hers and bound her to him. His cock, once so mighty, would have risen to the challenge, seeking out the warm, moist place it was designed to fill.

 

But now, at the age of ninety-one, all he had left were memories – of girls and women who had graced his bed over so many years. Lovers whose names he could no longer remember, apart from the exceptional few who had carved their initials into his heart – to be remembered in perpetuity.

 

He turned his attention to the naked beauty below, whose body swirled and flowed to the music he could only hear faintly. Chopin, he mused. It sounded like prelude in e minor, one of his favourite pieces. Such a soothing sound; but made erotic by the movement of the beauty beneath him, as her extended limbs glistened in the moonlight.

 

A miracle was occurring. That part of his body that he had thought was redundant, had stirred. He gasped gently in wonderment as sensations flowed through his groin that had been absent for so long. He reached his hand inside his silk dressing gown. No, he had not been mistaken.

 

Grasping his semi-hard cock, he slid his fingers along it in wonderment. This was a feeling he had never expected to meet again. He wanted to shout his joy to his private dancer. Tell her of the miracle she had performed. But he did not.

 

Instead he held his cock firmly within his grasp as he watched the last movements of her dance. Her previous performances had ended without acknowledgement. But tonight was different. She looked up to his balcony and gave a low curtsey, as though from a stage. Rising up she brought her hand to her mouth and blew a kiss in his direction.

 

She can’t see me, but she knows I’m here.

 

The man raised his hand, as though to catch the kiss floating in the wind. His heart was full of joy and he smiled broadly.

 

That is how they found him next day, when his carer, seeing him lying so still and suspecting the worst, called the doctor to tend him. Both men noticed the gentle smile still showing on his lips.

 

The dancer never appeared in the garden again.

 

Here is the link to the music:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjGwTa-fzB8

 

 

Picture: Shutterstock

The Russian Bride – FREE for 1 day only

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The Russian Bride is currently in Kindle Unlimited on Amazon, and for ONE DAY ONLY, this coming Saturday, June 3, it will be available to everyone FREE OF CHARGE! This early summer offer is unlikely to be repeated, so I hope that you will take the opportunity to get hold of a copy. The Buy Links are below.

Here is a short excerpt to whet your appetite:

He awoke at around eight a.m. and lay for a moment on his back, going over the events of the night before. He must have been crazy, bringing home a woman like Natasha; anything could have happened. Supposing she was mentally disturbed? She could have picked up a knife from the kitchen and plunged it into his sleeping body. He decided to get dressed, and give the woman some breakfast and a wad of money to salve his conscience before dropping her back where he found her. Yes, he would do just that.

Fifteen minutes later, showered and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, he opened his bedroom door and smelled coffee. Natasha must be in the kitchen. Sure enough, as he entered his luxury kitchen, which he seldom used, not only was there a pot of freshly brewed coffee, but she had found some bacon in his fridge and was frying it. The smell of the coffee and bacon was intoxicating; a good way to start the day, he thought. He normally left for the office on an empty stomach, and had his secretary bring him a coffee and bagel as soon as he arrived.

She certainly looked better than the night before. She had clearly showered and washed her hair, which was still damp, and was again wearing his shirt. If ever a woman looked fuckable, Natasha, with her shapely figure encased in a man’s shirt, with bare legs, and probably a bare arse too, was it. He moved swiftly towards the breakfast bar so that he could conceal the bulge in his jeans. He was determined that he wasn’t going to let his dick be the one in charge.

“Good morning, Natasha, I hope you slept well.”

He decided not to mention the little episode at three-thirty, unless she brought it up. “Good morning. Yes, I slept very well, thank you.”
“Mmm, something smells good. Coffee and bacon is a good way to start the day,” he said.

“I hope you don’t mind… you know… doing this without your permission.”

“Not at all. I might have to make it a condition for my future girlfriends, that they make me breakfast before they leave.”

That was a crass thing to say, he thought. Implying that there was a revolving door of women who stayed over at his place when, in fact, it was a rare occurrence, but she made no comment and her expression didn’t change.

“I didn’t make toast yet because I couldn’t find bread in the fridge.”

He couldn’t remember when he last ate toast at home, but had a feeling that there was some bread in the freezer. He had guessed right, and brought a small frozen whole-wheat loaf to the toaster, which sat pristinely on top of the breakfast bar. He hoped he could remember how it worked, but he didn’t need to.

“It’s okay, I can do it. You sit and have some coffee, sir.”
“You don’t have to call me sir. My name is James.” 
“Oh, I… yes, of course.” 
Why had she called him sir, and why did she seem surprised when he told her to call him by name? He wondered if perhaps she was a submissive. It was about time they had a little chat.

Buy Links:

Amazon US           https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon UK         https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon Canada     https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon Australia   https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B06XH4C3BW

 

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News from the Front!

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I’ve been a bit absent on both my websites lately. I’m in the process, at the request of my publishers, in transferring my back catalogue of books into the name of Juliette Banks, the name I have used for the most recent books. Some of you may know that my Rachel de Vine name was open to spelling mistakes, and this caused a little confusion. Very soon all of my erotic romances will be published in Juliette’s name.

I am taking this opportunity to tidy up some of my earlier books, even re-writing in places, and one or two of the covers may be changed, before they are re-released. Once they are re-published I will continue to write in both names, but will keep the name of Rachel de Vine for short stories and writing in other genres.

I will keep you up to date as each book is released, and I hope you will continue to follow me, as well as visit me on my other website: www.racheldevineauthor.com

Please also follow me at https://www.facebook.com/juliettebanksauthor/ and https://www.facebook.com/racheldevinewriter

Here’s a little video I made:

 

Looking forward to being back here soon with some new material. In the meantime, I hope you all have a great summer. (Except for my antipodean friends, who will insist on living on the other side of the Earth, and are now facing winter.)

Weekend Writing Warriors for May 7

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Welcome to the blog where a group of authors offer 8 – 10 lines of their work, for others to read and comment. When you have finished here, why not click on the link (www.wewriwa.com) and see what others are writing?

I am once again taking my snippet from The Russian Bride. Natasha, who was born in Russia but has spent some years in England, is kidnapped by a Russian criminal called Viktor, and her journey ends at his home, an isolated house in a rural area near St. Petersburg. Viktor takes Natasha into the house, where she meets two young women, who turn out to be Viktor’s lovers. Natasha assumes that she has been brought here to join their number, and is totally unprepared for what Viktor tells her next. (Some punctuation changes from the book to conform to the rules.)

Her voice trembled and was barely audible, “What do you want with me?”

“Well, little Natasha, you need have no fear of me; I am not interested in young girls and I will not touch you without your consent.” He paused, “You look surprised, so you think I am a monster, do you? She did not reply. “I intend to keep you here until you are older, and then I shall expect you to marry me and provide me with a son.”

Natasha stepped back suddenly, “You want me to marry you?”

He laughed. “You think that I am not the marrying sort? Just because I have floozies like those two in my bed, doesn’t mean that I don’t want a wife and child one day. And I have decided that you are ideal to mould into the perfect wife for me.”

(NB Just to clarify things – Natasha is 18 when she is kidnapped, even though Viktor often refers to her as a young girl. He is much older – in his fifties.)

This will be my last snippet from The Russian Bride. As you will know from my earlier snippets, Natasha manages to escape from Viktor after a year of marriage, and is rescued by James. However there are several twists and turns before the story ends. I may take a short break before I post again.

 

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Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants.

Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.

Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.

Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?

Publisher’s Note: This fast-paced tale contains explicit themes including power exchange, capture, multiple sexual partners and discipline. If such material offends, please do not purchase.

Buy Links for The Russian Bride are:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon Canada https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06XH4C3BW

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Weekend Writing Warriors for April 30

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Welcome to the blog where a group of authors offer 8 – 10 lines of their work, for others to read and comment. When you have finished here, why not click on the link (www.wewriwa.com) and see what others are writing?

I am once again taking my snippet from The Russian Bride. Natasha, who was born in Russia but has spent some years in England, is kidnapped by a Russian criminal called Viktor, and her journey ends at his home, an isolated house in a rural area near St. Petersburg. Viktor takes Natasha into the house. (Slightly edited to conform to the ten sentence rule.)

Natasha heard some girlish giggles and two glamorous young women came down the stairs and made a beeline for Viktor, chattering ten to the dozen in Russian. From the way they were dressed, Natasha deduced that they were not servants. They clung to Viktor’s arms, one on either side, and kissed him on the cheek. Viktor seemed a little irritated with them and shook them off, saying something in Russian that sounded brusque, which she couldn’t interpret. They backed off a little but remained close, eyeing Natasha suspiciously.

Viktor turned to her and spoke in English for her benefit.

“This is Lara and Ekaterina. They are rather stupid and drive me mad at times, but they’re good where it matters.”

Natasha deduced from their lack of reaction that they didn’t speak any English. However, she was not in a hurry to reveal that she knew what was being said as Viktor sent the girls away until dinnertime, without explaining the arrival of the young woman to them.

So the reason for Natasha’s kidnap is still only known to Viktor himself. Read more next time.

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Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants.

Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.

Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.

Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?

Publisher’s Note: This fast-paced tale contains explicit themes including power exchange, capture, multiple sexual partners and discipline. If such material offends, please do not purchase.

Buy Links for The Russian Bride are:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon Canada https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon Australia https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Grigory_s special parties involved far more than champagne and canapés.