Today’s special guest at Sara Jay’s is Tanith Davenport. Tanith has a super yummy excerpt along with her interview for us today! Take it away, Tanith.
I’m very keen on paranormal writing at the moment – ever since I started researching for my novella I Heard Your Voice I’ve been fascinated by the paranormal. I also really like writing campus fiction; there’s just something about frat boys, sorority girls and college jocks! My heroes can range fairly widely but I’ve always loved the alpha male type, while my heroines are always independent women – I think we can all agree that the age of the too-stupid-to-live heroine is, or should be, over.
Agreed! What can we expect when we experience one of your books?
Hopefully, the ride of your life! I do my best to create interesting characters, entertaining plots and hot sex scenes to make sure you stick with it till the end and remember it afterwards.
Sounds good. Tell us a little about your latest release, or your favorite among all of your books.
My latest release Ready for Him is part of the Tied to the Billionaire anthology. Jade Bleecker, my tattooed, pierced martial artist, is in her Las Vegas hotel for the weddings of her three best friends when she interrupts a mugging in progress and rescues the victim from his attacker. Invited up to his suite for a drink, she discovers he is the billionaire Will Vandenmeer, owner of New York’s premier BDSM club – and very eager to induct her into his world.
Ooh, hot! If you could have one date with a crush (before marrying your spouse if necessary!), who would it be and why? What would you do?
I’d go on a champagne hot air balloon ride with Justin Hawkins from The Darkness. I love rock stars, and you can’t get much more peacefully alone together than in a basket above the ground.
I have to admit I’m not the most romantic person, nor do I attract them, so what I might call romantic would probably be fairly tame to most people. The nicest thing I can remember being done for me was being surprised with tickets to see Magic (the Queen tribute band) in concert. Similarly I managed to surprise my husband – who is virtually impossible to surprise – with the autograph of his all-time favourite basketball player. We don’t really go in for hearts and flowers!
Hey, those are fun, romantic things! Share your favorite romantic or sexy song and why you love it so much.
This is going to be a weird one now. It’s “Donna and Blitzen” by Badly Drawn Boy. I say that mainly because it inspired a romantic Christmas story that I never submitted for publication but I still like to daydream about now and then.
In the bar at the Bellagio in Las Vegas, Jade Bleecker celebrates with her three best friends, all of whom are there to get married – Jade is their bridesmaid, and beginning to believe that three times a bridesmaid really does mean never a bride. Tattooed, pierced and a martial artist, Jade is used to inspiring fear rather than desire in men, and even if she did find one who could handle her – well, no man is worth trusting with her body.
But, as she is leaving the bar, she comes upon a mugging in progress and, with a few swift moves, makes short work of the mugger. Invited up to the victim’s room for a nightcap, she is stunned to discover he is Will Vandenmeer – billionaire poster child of the Vandenmeer hotel and casino chain, and owner of The Sanctuary, one of the best known BDSM clubs in New York City.
Jade finds herself hopelessly attractive to the sensual, dominant Will, and when he offers to induct her into the world of BDSM, she accepts… but can she truly give herself to him, and is Will ready for what Jade has to offer?
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Excerpt from Ready for Him:
“Don’t worry, you’re in no danger here. I’m putting the suite under lockdown. It’s not the first time this has happened, and I won’t have any more innocent rescuers hurt in retaliation. Bryn and Matt have radioed my team and they’re dealing with it.”
For fuck’s sake!
Jade screwed her eyes shut for a moment, forcing herself to calm down.
Okay. I don’t like it, but he’s right. Shit, what have I got myself into?
“Relax,” said Will, and Jade opened her eyes again to glare at him. “You’re safe with me. Despite what you may have heard.”
And Jade’s stomach spiralled as she remembered the other, less-publicised aspect of Will Vandenmeer.
It had created a frenzy in the press at first, but the stories had come to an abrupt halt—probably, Jade guessed, due to a heavy-handed legal team. The Sanctuary was hidden in the heart of New York City, a haven for those who lived the hardcore BDSM lifestyle. Patrons were protected, behaviour was strictly regulated, and membership was revoked for the slightest infringement. It was not a place for dabblers.
Will Vandenmeer was a dominant, and didn’t care who knew it.
‘You’re safe with me’. Will was holding her gaze now, and Jade refused to look away, although her body was rebelling against her—torn between the flutter of nerves in her gut and a stab of desire in her cunt.
Maybe she was safe with him. Maybe she wasn’t.
Or maybe she didn’t want to be.
“Okay. Tell me what you know about me.”
Jade’s fingers involuntarily clenched around the stem of her glass.
“Wait.” Will picked up his own glass, holding his other hand out as though calming a spooked horse. “Scrap that for now. Let me tell you what I’m getting from you.”
Oh really? Jade raised one pierced eyebrow at him.
“What’s your full name?”
“Nice. Jade Bleecker.” Will took a sip from his glass. “You’re a strong woman. You clearly know how to handle yourself. You’ve got at least three tattoos and two piercings that I can see, and probably more that I can’t, so you’re not afraid of pain. And you know what BDSM is, right?”
Jade nodded slowly. Where are you going with this?
“Right. And you’re curious about it.” Will was watching her very closely as he spoke, and Jade held herself very still. “But you think it means all the worst things people say. You think dominants beat their submissives down, that we don’t give a damn about their pleasure, that we expect them to give up everything for our benefit. Right?”
I’m not telling you anything. Jade could feel her face falling into a mask. If Will noticed, he made no comment.
“Are you single?”
“‘Mmm’? Okay.” Will’s eyes were dancing, and Jade’s jaw set in annoyance. “What would you say if I told you that BDSM is nothing like that, Jade?”
Silence fell between them.
“What would you say if I offered to—”
“Wait.” Jade held up a hand, cursing inwardly as she realised it was trembling.
What the hell am I doing?
You want this, a voice taunted in her head.
I don’t even know him and he’s talking about BDSM. I can’t do this. I can’t.
But the image from the bar of herself held down, tied down, putting all her trust in one man, still flickered in her head, and something inside her was urging her forward.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Will said, breaking into her thoughts, and Jade found herself answering without thinking.
“I couldn’t do it.”
“Do you want to?”
“That doesn’t matter. I couldn’t.”
“Because I don’t trust any man with my body.” Jade snapped her mouth shut abruptly, hating the look that had come into Will’s eyes at the words.
Because I’ve been fucked over before. Because I’m a screw-up. Because I don’t need your fucking pity. Go to hell.
“That’s actually a very good reason why you could.”
Jade looked up at him, torn between curiosity and defiance.
“What does that mean?”
Will tilted his head to one side, looking her up and down. “You look like a person who might like dangerous sports. Think of bungee jumping. The danger is what attracts people, but any reputable company has a thousand regulations in place before they let anyone do it, precisely because of that danger. Right?
“BDSM works the same way. You’re right not to trust just anyone—but in the community—in my club, for instance, relationships are tightly controlled. Every Dom has rules to follow, as does every sub. Break the rules and you’re thrown out. We protect our patrons.”
Jade nodded slowly.
“Not everyone uses contracts, but even without them, limits and boundaries are agreed beforehand. So are safewords. The universal word is ‘red’, but many people choose their own. If I did anything to you that you didn’t want, you would use your word and I would stop—no questions asked. The trust is absolute.”
Jade reached for her drink, but her hand was shaking, and hastily she put it back on the table. As if he could tell what she was feeling, Will’s voice took on a seductive quality, and Jade bit down on her lip as a rush of desire flashed through her body.
“It’s all about needs. Ours are different, that’s all. You take pleasure in doing what I want. I take pleasure in fulfilling your needs. It has to be reciprocal.”
I take pleasure… You take pleasure… He’s talking as though we’re going to—
The thought made her catch her breath. Immediately Will’s eyes were on hers, and Jade found it impossible to look away.
“Do you still think you couldn’t do it?”
Will arched an eyebrow. “Would you like me to show you?”
“Yes,” Jade heard herself saying, unable to drag her gaze away from Will’s. He smiled.