One of the directions in which I've developed over the past year, as I started to write books outside my original comfort zone of, well, all anal all the time, is towards romance. Every one of my Emilies is a romantic, from Victorian to fantasy- to "real" to actual (if you're keeping score, "actual Emily" is the one who isn't actually a human rights lawyer and may not even really be named Emily). As girls (maybe even under-18 girls! Shhh!), when we weren't reading salacious things we found secreted in other people's drawers (the kind that slide open and closed, though often we wished we could search the other kind, too), we were reading Fitzgerald and Austen and, okay, a lot of sappy fantasy-novels with heroines who could wield a sword (or a dragon) but also knew the value of a sexy young wizard/knight/dragon-rider to guide them.
Anyway, the reason I didn't start out writing erotic romance and/or romantic erotica wasn't that I don't love it--it was that I was nearly positive I could write erotica, having done it in private for so long, but I didn't think I could compete with big girls like Renee Rose and Stevie MacFarlane. Also, frankly, erotica is easier for me because it feels like my libido acts as an unerring compass through the wilderness of a story, whereas my sense of romantic psychology is less secure.
So I'm incredibly proud of Her Doctor's Orders. I had a great deal of help from my editor, but I hope I can say that that help wasn't wasted either in the short-run or in the long-: I learned a lot, and I hope to show my sweeter side more and more as time goes on. Here's a sample:
Kendra mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like “fucking doctors…” but that wasn’t quite intelligible as he began to tilt the water so that a bit of it entered her mouth.
She held the water in her mouth as though it was a foreign substance and stared up at him, her eyes mutinous, as he continued to hold her in a sitting position.
“Swallow,” he instructed, a little surprised when she immediately did so. “Good girl.”
He held the glass as he coaxed her to drink nearly all the water, but just as soon as he put the glass down onto the bedside table, she gave him the smile of someone who is about to be sick, and he grabbed the wastebasket just in time.
As he held her hair back for her, he realized that although he was thirty, he had never actually rendered this iconic service for a vomiting girl before. Levi drank from time to time—wine, mostly, though he did enjoy Scotch and the occasional beer—but even in college he had never liked feeling out of control, and so hadn’t wound up in the kind of situation that led to such hair-holding.
Kendra seemed to be sobering up a bit in the midst of being sick, because she began to say, in an oddly appealing way, “I’m so sorry,” between heaves.
After a while, it seemed Kendra had pumped her stomach fairly effectively, and he wiped her mouth and lay her back down on her side while he fetched another glass of water. He made her drink that one too, and it seemed like she would hold it down.
Her crying had stopped when she came through the door, but her eyes were red and her cheeks streaked with mascara. Still, when she gave him a shy smile and said, a little more clearly, “Thanks,” Levi thought, “Dangerous.”
“Time to get some sleep,” he said.
“Okay,” Kendra said, and lay down with her back to him. Then she turned back toward Levi and said, “I’m so sorry, Doctor. I really… I mean, you didn’t have to.”
“I kind of did,” Levi said softly, “but you’re welcome, and it’s okay.”
“Okay,” Kendra said, and turned back again toward the far wall. But a moment later she rolled back onto her other side and said, “I really am sorry.” The apologetic gratitude in her eyes, now less clouded by drunkenness, seemed even more charming now.
“It’s okay,” Levi said, laughing softly. “Get some sleep.”
“Okay,” said Kendra, and she turned obediently back to the wall. Her tanned shoulders began to rise and fall in a more gentle rhythm.
Levi sat in a chair by the bed and watched Kendra until she was sleeping soundly enough that the danger of turning on her back had passed. As he watched, he made a mental plan for dealing with her truck and starting to get her pointed in the right direction, emotionally. When he finally fell into his own bed, he drifted off hoping that he could find a way to keep his promise about everything turning out okay.
Here's the blurb--buy it here!
When her mother injures several people while driving drunk, eighteen-year-old Kendra Jackson rushes to the hospital. In the emergency room, Dr. Levi Hunter promises her that everything is going to be okay, but she cannot imagine how the handsome medic’s words could possibly be true, especially once her mother is sent to prison.
Something about Kendra touches Levi, and try as he might, he cannot get her out of his head. Three years later, after another alcohol-induced crash—this time with Kendra behind the wheel—Levi pays her bail and brings her to his house to sober up. After examining her thoroughly—despite her protests and blushes—to make sure she’s not seriously injured, he offers to let her stay with him while she gets her life back on track. He warns her, though, that living under his roof means living with his rules… and breaking those rules will have consequences.
Despite her shock at his promise to discipline her when her behavior warrants it, Kendra agrees to his conditions. She soon discovers that Levi is a man of his word, and when bad habits start to creep back into her new life, he takes her over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly. When she continues to test his resolve, Levi shows Kendra that a punishment from a firm-handed doctor can leave a naughty girl’s face even redder than her well-spanked bottom.
As their relationship blossoms into a passionate romance, Kendra is comforted by the fact that Levi’s discipline and love is something she can count on, and she begins to realize that no matter how many bad decisions she makes, he has no intention of ever giving up on her. But Kendra’s painful past still haunts her, and she cannot help but fear that what she has with Levi cannot last. Can she bring herself to obey her doctor’s orders and embrace her new life at his side?
And a little bonus, for those die-hard fans who have read to the end of this post and might even be concerned that I'm losing my edge: over the weekend I decided that fantasy-Emily is going to get an email from a cousin she didn't know she had, named Emily Redbottom. Emily R isn't as cerebral as f-Emily, but the erotica she writes is just as hot--if not hotter. F-Emily is going to help her edit it, and guide her through the self-publication process. Look for The Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls by Emily Redbottom some time this summer!
This snippet is a bit of a departure for me, just as the book feels like a departure--in a direction I'm hoping to explore much further. If you know my usual fare, I think you'll find this rather different, and perhaps even more appealing! Also, I'm revealing the cover, in the open, at last! Voilà: Her Doctor's Orders.
"I'm NOT going to get over your knee, Dr. Hunter," Kendra said, trying to muster defiance, but notably falling a little short. "Ever."
"Perhaps not, but if I tell you to, you'll lie on your bed and be spanked there. If you break a rule, that is."
Kendra's brow furrowed, and her mouth set itself in a frustrated moue. It was unbearably lovely, as far as Levi was concerned. Levi would never have pressed this issue if he hadn't already been reasonably sure that Kendra had the traits that Levi knew responded well to spanking: above all, the appealing selfless quality that had struck him even at the hospital, the night of the accident three years before. Thinking back to his decision to head out into the night and bail her out of jail, he realized that he probably had been responding to precisely that quality: Levi could sense that Kendra would submit to guidance, for her own greater good and perhaps one day for that of the people she would be able to help.
Here's the blurb--buy it here!
When her mother injures several people while driving drunk, eighteen-year-old Kendra Jackson rushes to the hospital. In the emergency room, Dr. Levi Hunter promises her that everything is going to be okay, but she cannot imagine how the handsome medic’s words could possibly be true, especially once her mother is sent to prison.
Something about Kendra touches Levi, and try as he might, he cannot get her out of his head. Three years later, after another alcohol-induced crash—this time with Kendra behind the wheel—Levi pays her bail and brings her to his house to sober up. After examining her thoroughly—despite her protests and blushes—to make sure she’s not seriously injured, he offers to let her stay with him while she gets her life back on track. He warns her, though, that living under his roof means living with his rules… and breaking those rules will have consequences.
Despite her shock at his promise to discipline her when her behavior warrants it, Kendra agrees to his conditions. She soon discovers that Levi is a man of his word, and when bad habits start to creep back into her new life, he takes her over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly. When she continues to test his resolve, Levi shows Kendra that a punishment from a firm-handed doctor can leave a naughty girl’s face even redder than her well-spanked bottom.
As their relationship blossoms into a passionate romance, Kendra is comforted by the fact that Levi’s discipline and love is something she can count on, and she begins to realize that no matter how many bad decisions she makes, he has no intention of ever giving up on her. But Kendra’s painful past still haunts her, and she cannot help but fear that what she has with Levi cannot last. Can she bring herself to obey her doctor’s orders and embrace her new life at his side?
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(This analysis concerns yesterday's story.)
I love it when one of these little stories finds its way to its true theme as I write. This one started off with the title "the best place of all," but then a lovely metaphor hit me: origami. Thus the story continues the sub-theme of so many of my visual inspirations posts: Japanese culture and D/s. Traditional societies do it better, it would seem.
At least in the Western imagination, I think Japanese culture lies much closer to it medieval roots than Western culture does. Origami, like bonsai, and shibari, speaks of a relation to art as object that we have moved away from in the West.
When applied to the realm of the erotic, and to the female body, where my fantasies are concerned, that objectification becomes a sort of flowering of dominance and submission that has very few parallels.
(See here for an explanation of this series and here for an index to it.)
"Do you understand?" Henry asked.
"Yes, Sir," Gwen replied, softly, to the carpet.
His hands pressed down. The best part was that Gwen knew that the pressure really wasn't necessary: she had assumed the position when Henry had told her to. But to have him bend over her like this, pushing down on her waist, firmly enough to create the kind of discomfort that seemed like heaven to Gwen, and on her neck, so as to give Gwen the delicious feeling that he could hurt her--take away her breath, her life--if he chose: that made this place, on the carpet in front of her Master's chair, the best place of all.
"Why did I spank you?"
Gwen had been spanked standing in front of Henry's sumptuous chair, bending over and resting her elbows upon the seat, arching her back at Henry's command to present her bare bottom for punishment. He had spanked her with his stiff leather paddle, until Gwen had cried out that she was sorry, that she would be a good girl. Then he had told her to kneel, and to bend, and assume the shape that showed her submission best: a folded girl, an origami girl whom only her master had the right to unfold and enjoy. His hands upon her were the origami-maker's making the careful creases that would display the shape's beauty.
Gwen's reverie wrapped her so tightly that Henry had to say again, with a note of menace, "Why did I spank you, Gwen?"
"Because my bottom wasn't red," Gwen said, trying to suppress her smile even though she knew Henry couldn't see it, buried as it was in the carpet.
"Yet. Exactly. And I think I fixed that problem rather effectively, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
(Photo via Dilma Marilia of the wonderful Sensual BDSM community on Google Plus.)
Are you like me? Are ageplay and medical play self-evidently BDSM to you? Anyway, here's another snippet from the mysterious medical play book coming soon from me. This one continues right where yesterday's left off.
"Well," Levi said, "you're just as pretty on the inside, Miss Jackson." Kendra almost laughed, but Levi had said it in the tone of a clinician, the way a doctor will compliment a girl's appearance almost ironically in order to calm her down, and cover over the technical details of what he observes.
The speculum left her, and she felt Levi kissing her again, there, and she moaned, but then his fingers moved lower, and without warning invaded her bottom, so that she cried out in protest, and began to squirm. She loved the feeling, yes, but something in her wanted to resist him, to protest, because resistance seemed to make the feeling even more delicious.
"Miss Jackson!" Levi said. "Hold still. I am a doctor, and when I need to examine your rectum, I will examine your rectum. I think we may need a different position, so that I can complete the examination without your interfering with it."
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Here's the blurb--buy it here!
When her mother injures several people while driving drunk, eighteen-year-old Kendra Jackson rushes to the hospital. In the emergency room, Dr. Levi Hunter promises her that everything is going to be okay, but she cannot imagine how the handsome medic’s words could possibly be true, especially once her mother is sent to prison.
Something about Kendra touches Levi, and try as he might, he cannot get her out of his head. Three years later, after another alcohol-induced crash—this time with Kendra behind the wheel—Levi pays her bail and brings her to his house to sober up. After examining her thoroughly—despite her protests and blushes—to make sure she’s not seriously injured, he offers to let her stay with him while she gets her life back on track. He warns her, though, that living under his roof means living with his rules… and breaking those rules will have consequences.
Despite her shock at his promise to discipline her when her behavior warrants it, Kendra agrees to his conditions. She soon discovers that Levi is a man of his word, and when bad habits start to creep back into her new life, he takes her over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly. When she continues to test his resolve, Levi shows Kendra that a punishment from a firm-handed doctor can leave a naughty girl’s face even redder than her well-spanked bottom.
As their relationship blossoms into a passionate romance, Kendra is comforted by the fact that Levi’s discipline and love is something she can count on, and she begins to realize that no matter how many bad decisions she makes, he has no intention of ever giving up on her. But Kendra’s painful past still haunts her, and she cannot help but fear that what she has with Levi cannot last. Can she bring herself to obey her doctor’s orders and embrace her new life at his side?
Keep crawling!
In the soon-to-be released medical play book I'm teasing mysteriously this week, the whole doctor/patient taboo thing gets a serious work-out.
"This is going to feel a little chilly, Miss Jackson," Levi said, and then the speculum arrived--the feeling like no other, that once Kendra had experienced for the first time, when she had taken herself to the gynecologist at the age of eighteen because her mother had kept promising but always forgetting, she knew she would remember forever because of the mingled revulsion and secret, deviant-feeling arousal it had caused to think of it later.
Kendra moaned at the shameful feeling, as she watched Levi looking up inside her down there. She felt horribly embarrassed, of course: bad enough to be exposed on the outside!--but she also got even hotter and wetter down there at Levi's authoritative commandeering of her pussy. Her lover--her doctor--wanted to see inside her pussy, and he was going to do it whether Kendra liked it or not.
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Here's the blurb--buy it here!
When her mother injures several people while driving drunk, eighteen-year-old Kendra Jackson rushes to the hospital. In the emergency room, Dr. Levi Hunter promises her that everything is going to be okay, but she cannot imagine how the handsome medic’s words could possibly be true, especially once her mother is sent to prison.
Something about Kendra touches Levi, and try as he might, he cannot get her out of his head. Three years later, after another alcohol-induced crash—this time with Kendra behind the wheel—Levi pays her bail and brings her to his house to sober up. After examining her thoroughly—despite her protests and blushes—to make sure she’s not seriously injured, he offers to let her stay with him while she gets her life back on track. He warns her, though, that living under his roof means living with his rules… and breaking those rules will have consequences.
Despite her shock at his promise to discipline her when her behavior warrants it, Kendra agrees to his conditions. She soon discovers that Levi is a man of his word, and when bad habits start to creep back into her new life, he takes her over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly. When she continues to test his resolve, Levi shows Kendra that a punishment from a firm-handed doctor can leave a naughty girl’s face even redder than her well-spanked bottom.
As their relationship blossoms into a passionate romance, Kendra is comforted by the fact that Levi’s discipline and love is something she can count on, and she begins to realize that no matter how many bad decisions she makes, he has no intention of ever giving up on her. But Kendra’s painful past still haunts her, and she cannot help but fear that what she has with Levi cannot last. Can she bring herself to obey her doctor’s orders and embrace her new life at his side?
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I have a hot new release coming very soon, if things go to plan. Rather than just dump the details on you, I think I'll tease you a bit. I'm not even going to tell you the title. If you're interested in getting a private cover reveal (sounds naughty, doesn't it!) make contact with me on one of our many fine social media venues. All I'll say right now is that Levi here is a doctor. . .
"And what happens if I break a rule?"
Kendra's expression as she asked this question had lost the annoyed twist of her mouth, but had kept the cute wrinkling of her nose. Also, her eyes had widened very slightly: Levi was certain that he read accurately there a hope for some kind of guidance that would finally set a limit to all the behaviors that she knew she should end, but which she couldn't find her own way to ending.
"I'll spank you," Levi said simply.
Here's the blurb--buy it here!
When her mother injures several people while driving drunk, eighteen-year-old Kendra Jackson rushes to the hospital. In the emergency room, Dr. Levi Hunter promises her that everything is going to be okay, but she cannot imagine how the handsome medic’s words could possibly be true, especially once her mother is sent to prison.
Something about Kendra touches Levi, and try as he might, he cannot get her out of his head. Three years later, after another alcohol-induced crash—this time with Kendra behind the wheel—Levi pays her bail and brings her to his house to sober up. After examining her thoroughly—despite her protests and blushes—to make sure she’s not seriously injured, he offers to let her stay with him while she gets her life back on track. He warns her, though, that living under his roof means living with his rules… and breaking those rules will have consequences.
Despite her shock at his promise to discipline her when her behavior warrants it, Kendra agrees to his conditions. She soon discovers that Levi is a man of his word, and when bad habits start to creep back into her new life, he takes her over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly. When she continues to test his resolve, Levi shows Kendra that a punishment from a firm-handed doctor can leave a naughty girl’s face even redder than her well-spanked bottom.
As their relationship blossoms into a passionate romance, Kendra is comforted by the fact that Levi’s discipline and love is something she can count on, and she begins to realize that no matter how many bad decisions she makes, he has no intention of ever giving up on her. But Kendra’s painful past still haunts her, and she cannot help but fear that what she has with Levi cannot last. Can she bring herself to obey her doctor’s orders and embrace her new life at his side?
