Elite Doms of Washington Series
Published by: Troll River Publications
Congressman Jonathan Brond has mastered his work, his reputation and the art of sexual domination while keeping his family’s political legacy intact. But a chance encounter with college student Christiana Snow promises something he didn’t think was possible–meeting someone honest.
When the charismatic man proposes a summer of sensual, sexual submission, Christiana leaps into his world—the antidote to her bland life. But Washington, D.C. is an unforgiving place; soon gossip and scandal threatens their relationship.
Yet, in a town of players, sometimes introducing a new game is the only way out. Who knew love would be the winning plan?
Stand alone. Not a cliff-hanger.
For a sneak peak at the Elite Doms’ attempt to bring a little discipline to Washington, D.C., curious readers can download Holiday Ties,
Thank you for stopping by All I Want and More. We’re glad to have you here.
Thank you for having me.
Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself…Something that we cannot Google about you J
I enjoy burlesque and lyra (hoop) dancing. If our house were to start on fire, I’d grab three things: my laptop, dog and official, 5 foot, Sally Rand, ostrich feather fans. They are probably one of the most valuable (read: expensive) things in our home.
Tell us a little about this book?
Lovely is a contemporary erotic romance set in Washington, D.C., where love and power often collide. Congressman Jonathan Brond is drawn to a young woman, Christiana Snow, who is completely inappropriate for someone headed to the White House someday. Of course, his sexual proclivities aren’t exactly suited for a presidential post, either. Add a dose of Washington’s unforgiving society, looming family secrets and political blackmail, and soon Jonathan and Christiana face a major scandal.
What was your favorite part to write in this book?
About two thirds into Lovely, Christiana and Jonathan go sailing on his boat. While being “disciplined” by him, Jonathan forces Christiana to be honest about something from her past. This scene had been in my head for years. But when I finally started writing it, the story took a much more serious turn than I’d intended. Characters are like that—always steering you in directions you hadn’t expected.
You can only pick 3 words to describe your main characters, what would they be?
For Jonathan: Charismatic, steadfast, loyal
For Christiana: Independent, caretaker, shy
What 3 things would your main characters never leave the house without?
Jonathan would never leave without his cell phone, a well-pressed shirt, and his talking points. Christiana would never leave the house without her cell phone and its charger (you’ll have to read the book as to why) and cash for a cab.
Which was the easiest character to write and the hardest ~ and why?
Jonathan was the easiest because he started “speaking” to me years ago. He was the character who told me to write Lovely. Christiana was much harder. Being a very shy person, she was reticent to step into the spotlight. Of course once she met Jonathan, she changed considerably.
Since we’re cover hussies….what was your first impression of this cover?
My first thought about the Lovely cover was, oh, thank God. Our designer got what I was looking for – elegance, sophistication and a hint of mystery. The last thing I wanted was a guy standing on the Capitol Hill steps, peeling off his shirt to reveal perfect abs (though Jonathan does have perfect abs).
How many books are you shooting for in this series?
At least six, and maybe seven.
What type of scene is your favorite to write? (Fight, love, making up, etc.)
I really like when my characters dance with each other via dialogue. That call and response, taunting, trying-to-one-up-each-other is fun to write. Perhaps that’s why I like pitting alpha male against alpha male. They like to verbally spar. So, I guess you could say my favorite scene is a mixture of fighting and determining your place in the world.
How much emotion does it take from you to write?
I lose myself when writing. I probably wouldn’t notice if a canon went off near my head. So, my stories pretty much take all of me – heart, soul, brain, and most definitely all my emotions. I’ve been known to cry with them, as well as smile.
What do you hope readers take away after reading one of your books?
The greatest compliment an author can receive is that the reader grew emotionally attached to the characters and their journeys. I hope readers feel they’ve gone on those journeys with my characters, and it’s one they won’t forget.
Is there a genre you would like to write but are a little apprehensive to try?
Young adult. I remember that time frame in my own life. Emotions run high. Given I like to write emotionally-charged stories, it would be fun to explore the young adult mindset. But, I also know you have to get it right or it just doesn’t work.
What are you currently working on?
More writing! The second book of the Elite Doms’ series, Untouchable, is in final edits. Also, I’m working on the Lovely sequel, which is slated for publication in spring 2015.
Untouchable showcases Carson Drake, who made a cameo in Lovely. Carson gave up on love long ago. But when his company’s “irritating” PR princess, London Chantelle, turns up at Club Diabolus, he’s quickly spellbound by the mystery her attendance presents. Throughout the book Carson learns London’s secrets run deeper than he could guess. Soon both are forced to confront their pasts, which have kept them from finding what they both desperately want—love.
What’s the last line you wrote from your current WIP?
Carson had no choice but to wordlessly follow him through the club to the Tribunal’s chambers.
Okay…. personal time!!!! Oh yeah, I go there… Hahah…
What is on your night stand/dresser?
A sound machine, melatonin, a glass of water, lavender hand creme, pen and paper (for middle-of-the-night ideas) and my iPad. Oh, wow, I sound like an old woman! Did I mention the iPad?
What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I work a lot. My PR practice keeps me busy, juggling seven clients and eight other consultants. But I also dance and take Pilates classes a few times a week.
What’s your guilty pleasure?
Reading in the bathtub.
What’s your secret talent?
Give me six weeks and I can turn any woman into a lap dance queen.
What’s the last thing you Googled?
How to create a google doc to capture entrants in my weekly Pinterest giveaways. (Not very exciting, I know.)
Quickie time… Think fast….
Are you a quickie kind girl? No
What’s ur fave drink – in a glass or on him? In a glass
Spank or Flogger? Spank
Ties or Chains? Ties
Leather or Lace? Both
Soft or Hard… Bed, where was your mind? 😉 Hard. Always hard.
Control or Be Controlled? Be controlled (with consent, of course)
Hot Wax or Whip Cream? Hot wax. Whipped cream is sticky.
Top or Bottom? Bottom.
Sexiest feature on a man? His shoulders. But I’m a sucker for great arms, too.
Boxers, Briefs or Commando? Boxers
Cowboy or businessman? Businessman
Tattoos or piercings? Tattoos
Night owl or early bird? Night owl
Twitter or Facebook? I have to choose? Twitter.
Pinterest or Instagram? Pinterest
ebooks or paperbacks? E-books
Is there anything else you like to add?
Thank you for the fascinating interview. If anyone else has any questions, feel free to drop me a line at ElizabethLoveStory@gmail.com. Or hit me up on Pinterest, Facebook, Google+ or Twitter.
Warnings: M/F, sexual language, BDSM references (caning, spanking, nipple clamps)
Jonathan stepped into the late afternoon sunshine, provoked but containing his irritation. He’d spent thirty appalling minutes taping a segment for the evening news in a vain attempt to warn people how dangerous social media could be. The idiotic host, Collins, had no idea what he preached. People were sending other people over the edge with a touch of a button.
Fuck. Yes, he needed to fuck.
Jonathan had two hours before a mandatory reception. He couldn’t go with his cock on fire. Fingering his phone, he ran through a list of women he could call. He shouldn’t call any of them. Damn election.
Jesus, what he wouldn’t give to have an agreement with a certain young blond woman. Christiana Snow hadn’t been out of his thoughts since he ran into her for the second time in days—unheard of in Washington. But he must stop. He’d give an interview to Peter Snow and be done with it.
Jonathan pushed the image of her blue eyes and perfect round ass from his mind and dialed Christiana’s polar opposite. Someone whose need for discretion exceeded his own.
“Yvette.” She’d answered on the first ring. “Are you in your suite?”
“I’m having lunch with my friends.” Laughter rose in the background.
“Can you get away?”
“I thought you had fundraisers to attend.”
Ah, the brat he’d grown to expect. Well, he knew how to handle petulance. “I won’t ask again.”
“I can extract myself in another hour.”
“Thirty minutes. Your suite,” he directed.
He steeled his voice. “Yvette.”
“Yes, sir. Thirty minutes.”
“Don’t keep me waiting.”
She would be late. She’d do it to force a spanking, her favorite punishment. Today, she’d learn attempting to top him would not result in anything she liked. God, he needed this. Someone who understood what he required and, in return, required what he could give.
Jonathan slipped behind the wheel of his convertible, heat seeping through his pants from the sun-warmed leather seat. If he hurried, he would beat Yvette to the Jefferson Suite and have time to prepare.
The light traffic allowed him to arrive at The Oak in twenty minutes. Rich hues of lush lawn and paler pastels of spring blooms colored the landscaping around the entranceway as he pulled up. The valet rushed to open his door.
Jonathan tossed his keys to the eager young man, who yelped, “Congressman.”
The Oak’s lobby didn’t teem with guests. A sliver of suspicion ran up his spine—an automatic reaction to significant environmental changes.
As he ascended in the antique elevator, he wondered if Christiana would work the restaurant later that night. Stop it, Jonathan.
Jonathan used his master key to enter the suite, a waft of lilac scent hitting him square in the face as the door opened. Yvette kept fresh flowers at all times. He smiled, knowing she likely had doubled her order this week. As long as Arniss DeCord dallied in their divorce settlement, she’d run up his tab. The worst thing she could do to the prick was spend his money.
Jonathan and Yvette had been friends since college. He’d warned her about marrying Arniss, and now his prediction had come true. The affairs aside, the man’s greatest cruelty lay in ignoring her needs. Jonathan would do no such thing, could not. Yvette deserved better. He hated seeing her suffer—seeing anyone suffer.
His steps echoed through the marble entrance of the vacant suite. He flipped the wall switch in the master bedroom and recessed lights’ soft illumination rose. His bag made a loud thump as he threw it on the bed. A quick glance at the clock soothed his earlier anxiety. Yvette had to arrive in the next ten minutes in order to avoid a punishment. She wouldn’t make it.
He pulled out a short bamboo switch from his bag, ran his fingers over its knobby surface. He laid it on the silk duvet where Yvette would see it immediately upon entering.
Jonathan loosened his tie and fell into the corner wingback chair, facing the French doors, which he’d left opened to the main room. He needed to see her enter. Yvette didn’t so much walk as sashay, hips rolling with each step. Her walk was his favorite part of the dark-haired beauty queen’s manner and physique.
Of course, Yvette’s brat nature wasn’t his ideal for a submissive. Her hot temper blazed too quickly. But she acquiesced often enough to keep his interest and keep him serving her need for domination.
Jonathan loved seducing a female submissive, teasing the consent from her willing body. He loved the feeling of absolute control—control he had nowhere else in his life. His political career provided power. But nothing compared to the rush from earning a submissive’s trust and consent. Dominating a willing woman provided him a unilateral authority. His will dictated every action without compromise—far removed from the fucking consensus that ruled his political life.
“Take off your clothes. Everything but the panties.” Those would be his only words.
She’d peel off her bra slowly, letting her full breasts with dark-berry nipples pop free. He grew stiff at the thought of capturing each bud in the little clamps he brought. Pinching the firm tips, one in each claw, would be his first action. Then, he would connect the clamps’ chain to a collar she’d wear.
He’d bend her over the dark-red leather bench at the base of the bed, ass displayed for his taking. The thin chain would pull each tip hard when he yanked her hair back—smooth, silky, dark locks that slide through his fingers and waterfall down her back.
Perhaps she’d earn that spanking then. He knew from experience her cunt soaked through lace in three slaps. A cane would brand her ass but draw out her orgasm. When her mewls stopped, she’d be ready. He would then take his time, lots and lots of time, to drive into her heated pussy, like plowing new earth with his rutting.
A snick sounded from the suite’s front door. Yvette’s high heels clicked on the hallway’s marble floor. She was late. Good.
Elizabeth SaFleur is an erotic romance author who is finally sharing what simmers in her imagination—lots of alpha males, seductive encounters, and love. For many years she lived and worked in her novels’ setting, Washington, D.C., in public relations. In her thirty-year career, she represented or encountered some of the city’s powerful insiders.
Elizabeth now writes, tweets and posts under her pseudonym, Elizabeth SaFleur, since her former clients might be a little shocked at their past PR counselor’s new career choice. Then again, perhaps they would fear they provided inspiration. (She has sworn secrecy.)
Her series, the Elite Doms of Washington, is contemporary erotic romance for the progressive woman—unafraid and unencumbered by society’s boundaries.
Lovely, the first novel in the series debuting in January 2015, was inspired one sunny day at an outside café in Washington Harbor where Elizabeth swore she witnessed a woman being lashed to a sailboat mast, happily. Lovely’s hero, Jonathan Brond, was born that day when he silently answered her unspoken question, “does she like that?” with yet another question: “Would you like to find out?”
Today Elizabeth shares twenty-eight, wildlife-filled acres in Central Virginia with her husband and dog, and is sometimes separated from her laptop to indulge in dance classes and visits to wineries and hiking trails with friends. She lives by one quote: “If you really want to be happy, nobody can stop you.”
Elizabeth is a member of the Romance Writers Association, the Washington Romance Writers, and avid reader of all fiction genres, but especially books with a happily-ever-after ending. Visit http://www.ElizabethSaFleur.com to drop her a note.
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