Good Mr. King <— JUST WENT LIVE, it’s super-bargain priced & ohhhhhhhh my… doesn’t he look tempting. 😉 Total blurb jolt, too!!! One of his employees is crushing on him and just sent him a ton of dirty stories that she wrote about him… but there’s a twist… 😛 Tee hee!!!
No one dominates me. Not the supermodels I’ve slept with, not the rich women whose necks I’ve dressed in diamonds.
So imagine my surprise when I get a drunken e-mail from an employee I’ve never met, containing not one, but dozens of erotic stories all starring yours truly. And in every one of them I’m a submissive.
I should let it go, but I can’t. This woman needs to learn, John King gets spanked by no one.
Eeeeeeeeep!!! LOL! But not toooooo eeeeeep, as the author lets us know that: “***Although this is not a BDSM Novel, it does have light elements of BDSM, as it is the driving force of the story***”
To celebrate, we’re doing something fun today!! We have a guest post and a “fun facts” by the author herself! Plus an excerpt that made me blush!! I think I love him already. And she’s sponsoring this Friday’s newsletter, too. 😀
I hope you love Good Mr. King as much as I loved writing it!
Mr. King started out as an idea for a children’s book. Although people automatically assume I write books for kids, none of my books are appropriate for anyone under 18. But I really wanted to try. I’d convinced myself I could do it, and sat in front of my computer ready to write a story to gift my little girl for her birthday, a book I’d call Good Mr. Spider. Well, it turned into something else, and I got Good Mr. King.
I wanted to write short stories about a spider that made all sorts of insect friends, but instead wrote a book about a man and what it would take to dominate him. Alas, I cannot help what comes into my head, all I can do is write it down. Needless to say, my daughter will not be reading this one!
I had so much fun with John and Winn. After the emotionally taxing Affair Duet, I was desperate to write something that made me smile throughout the writing process. I was thrilled that these were the characters that decided to push their way into my head. They’re fun, loving, and passionate.
Winnifred is heavily based on me, from her insecurities, to her inability to be submissive, and her naughty thoughts. Although she writes a BDSM novel, I wanted to approach it from an inexperienced point of view, and at the same time, respect the world of BDSM and what it means to anyone that’s a part of it. To make sure of that, I read BDSM manuals, asked lots of questions, and became a part of a group that taught me a lot. While opinions differed, the consistent theme (it seemed to me) was that there is a strong bond between the Dominant and Submissive, with trust at its core. And that was the foundation I built the story on.
- Cat’s story, Work Me, was plotted, outlined and halfway written, when Jonathan King suddenly burst into my head demanding I tell his. As loud as Cat can be, no one denies Mr. King.
- Every novel I write has its own dedicated soundtrack. Good Mr. King had two songs. OTW by Khalid inspired the sexy tone of the book. I listened to until the arc in the story, at which point I switched over to Taylor Swift’s Wildest dream. It tore at my heart and perfectly described the way Winn saw John. And who doesn’t want to live a wild dream?
- I have a thing about Jaguars. There are a lot of them where I live. There was no way it would not be a character in one of my books.
- I’d imagined Winn as a redhead way before I learned anything about diamonds. She was a rare and beautiful creature. When I researched diamonds and found out that the red diamond is the rarest in the world, I knew it was meant to be. Winn IS the red diamond.
- When I sit down to write a book, I always write the last scene first. It’s not something I do consciously, but it happens every time. Good Mr. King was no different. So, when you read Good Mr. King and The Queen of Hearts, know that those were the first words I typed.
- Young at Heart is really a book! I’ve already outlined it, and hope to publish in 2020.
And now… for a very titillating (*waggles eyebrows*) excerpt. It’s a bit… naughty and made me blush… just so you know. 😉
Excerpt from Good Mr. King
She made me blush. I never blush.
I’ve f**ked her in the conference room, in the lady’s restroom, in the elevator, and in my Jag. More than once. I won’t eat in my car and this woman has not only tied me to the hood, and the seat and f**ked me till I came all over my expensive leather, but she’s also made me finger her while she drove it at high speeds.
No. One. Touches. My. Car.
She’s bent me over her lap and spanked my bare butt, bound my hands with my Armani ties and tortured me with a never-ending bl*wj*b. I’ve kissed her feet, and her ass, been blindfolded and bitten and she’s made me beg for more.
And I can’t even begin to wrap my mind around the enormous anal plug. It was never something I’d entertained before; I certainly wasn’t ready to now.
Last night I read every story, stopping every so often to jackoff because she had me so hard I had to find release.
Some of the things she’s written I’ve done to others, but would never allow done to me. Some things I’ve only seen, but have never done. And some I’ve never even heard of.
The fact that her stories turn me on, pisses me off.
It’s obvious Winnifred Mills has no idea who I am. I am not a man that would ever let a lover bind me in any way. No one who knew me would suggest that I drop to my knees and worship them. The very thought sets my blood to boiling.
“I want you to get me information on a Winnifred Mills in the downtown office.” The first thing I do this morning when Diana hops into the Jag is give her the instruction.
She glances at me with annoyance before closing her door. “Good morning to you, too. How far do you want me to dig?”
“As far as you can.”
“Who is she?” she asks, pulling out a small pad and writing down the name.
“A girl that works in accounting under Brian Campbell. Worked rather.”
“Mm. I see. Is this a business request or does it have to do with something of a more personal nature?”
“Does it matter?”
“No, sir,” my right-hand answers. I expect she’ll get it done fast. She always does. The older woman has been with me for almost ten years, and she’s never failed me. I don’t know how she does half the sh*t she does, but it doesn’t matter.
“It’s a personal matter. Please keep it that way,” I add and she nods.
I want to ignore the book. It’s nothing more than some unknown woman’s fantasies. But I can’t. Maybe it’s an honest curiosity after what I’ve read. After all, aren’t books a window into an author’s mind? I’ve gotten a peek into her head, and it’s left my own mind reeling. There’s some deep need inside to know everything about her.
And once I do, I am going to make sure she knows just one thing about me.
John King submits to no one.