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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

BDSM on a whim.



“You should write a BDSM story. I think you’d be good at it,” Theo Fenraven told me one cold February day while we were lounging around talking about books we’d recently read. We’d just moved from NYC to Minnesota and his apartment was more unpacked and settled than mine. It was snowy out, and I could think of nothing better than hanging with my best friend while the world outside turned white.

“Why do you say that?” I couldn’t help being curious. I know I don’t come off as dommy.

He shrugged, shoving his cold feet under my jeans-clad thigh to warm his toes. I tried not to wonder if it meant something more than friendship. It was no secret, I was interested in more, but his boyfriend, JJ, had plans to move once the school year was up and his teaching was done for the summer. Not that JJ trusted me any further than he could throw me (the wimp) but I’m not like that. Fen had always been somewhat physically affectionate, but more in the arm-slung-over-shoulders way than anything intimate.

“You get that kind of stuff, the thoughts and emotions behind submissives and shit. Plus, you’re kinkier than me. I couldn’t write it.”

And that’s how the idea for writing Power Exchange first grew—out of the brain of my then-best friend, now boyfriend once JJ was out of the picture. The thing was, I knew some from the D/s fiction I’d read, and it wasn’t enough to write articulately about the BDSM. So I dove into research and before I put fingers to keyboard for even the first sentence, I spent a month reading blogs written by Doms, blogs written by subs, books written by psychologists, books written by Doms (or a particularly helpful Domme named Dr. Charley Ferrer) and yet more books with entertaining (and smokin’ hot!) fiction.
From there, I ‘met’ my characters and began to weave their story.



Blurb: 
From the moment Detective Gavin DeGrassi steps into the world of BDSM to solve the brutal slaying of Dom George Kaiser, his course is not his own. Mesmerized by the context in which the victim lived and the images of the lifestyle seared into his soul, Gavin must find a way to navigate these unknown waters. With his personal life in upheaval due to marital trouble, and his professional life uncertain with the assignment of a new partner, Gavin needs all the help he can get understanding the case

Enter Ben Haverson, a psychologist and a well-known Dom. With Ben’s help as a consultant and attention to Gavin's own murky truths, Gavin delves deeper than he ever thought he would into the world of restraints and paddles. Forced to scrutinize his true nature and his innermost desires, Gavin has a choice: keep the fear of submitting at bay, or dive in and solve the case with the knowledge he gains. When another victim is discovered, Gavin’s choice is made for him, and he’s pulled headlong into the deepest, most emotional journey of his life.

Unfortunately for him and Ben, a killer has noticed, has taken stock, and has set his sights on the D/s pair. Can Gavin outwit him, or will his first exchange of power be his last?


Excerpt: 
Ben narrowed his eyes, calculating his next words. He seemed to come to a decision, leaning forward into my personal space. I didn’t back away, and I probably wasn’t all that subtle in sniffing his cologne.

“Mind if I guess at why you’re not reacting the way you think is socially acceptable?”

Dangerous territory, but I felt reckless. “Knock yourself out,” I said, resting my chin coyly on my shoulder. Our eyes locked as he spoke, and I felt that strange twinge in my gut again, like someone had taken a live wire to my internal organs and given me a jolt. His voice wove around me even over the jarring music, blotting everything else out.

“You’ve been painted into a corner for a long time and you now have a get-out-of-marriage-blame-free card. No one will judge you for leaving her. No one will think there’s another, deeper reason for things not working out. It’s cut and dried, and her bad judgment takes away the burden of a very difficult decision, which is whether to stay with her and be miserable, or leave and be the man you want to be, regardless of others’ opinions. You are not defective. You’re unchained from the consequences of marrying the wrong person. It’s no wonder you’re crawling out of your skin. You’re free to be who you want to be, now.”

I nodded sagely, the alcohol letting me think it was a good idea to keep staring, to study him with bright interest. “And who do I want to be, Ben?”

He considered me, tilting his head to the side, his dark, artfully mussed hair glinting in the neon light from behind the bar. “Honestly?”

I kept staring. I liked looking at him. “Honestly,” I confirmed.

“You want to be Detective Gavin DeGrassi, ridding St. Louis County of the criminal element. Outside of work, you want to lay that responsibility down and let someone else take over the heavy lifting. Trust someone else to handle the details, and you can simply make that someone feel good and happy and loved. You didn’t have a name for it until yesterday, and you still need me to say it for you, but you want to be Gavin DeGrassi, submissive.” He paused and lowered his voice, either for dramatic effect or propriety. I couldn’t decide which. “And you want that someone to whom you give your burdens to be male.”

I blinked, breaking his spell over me, but I was too stunned to speak for long moments. When I did find my voice, it came out in a half-croak. “How did you know that?”

“Today at lunch. When I asked for your impressions of your trip here, you told me about a guy edging his male sub and how fascinated you were. You spoke of Matt Kinney’s stage show with Lance. Not a single flinch at the mention of Matt and Lance living together and no hesitation whatsoever to go to their home, regardless of what you might interrupt. I know what Collared looks like on a Saturday night, Gavin,” Ben said softly, hypnotizing me with the cadence of his voice. He still leaned close, still held my gaze, and the hand not holding his wine glass slipped along the backrest of my barstool, closing out the rest of the club by completing a circuit between our bodies without even touching me. “There are girls dancing half naked, equal amounts of women being spanked by men, but it was the men you noticed. Then you tell me how your wife is trying to steer your career, and if she’s concerned about her image, which you said she was, she’d try to steer your personal life, too. The final clue was you talking about her dumping her good friend for a slightly adventurous sexual appetite.

“You’re so far in the closet you may never come out. And why should you? The people you’re closest to are cops, inherently judgmental and bound by a code of honor that’s archaic about homosexuality at best and bigoted at worst. Your wife would’ve had an aneurysm if you’d even hinted at being attracted to men. All of that is fairly potent pressure to stay in the closet. And when you finally do break free of the mold you’ve adhered to for so long, you come to a sexually liberated, mostly judgment-free kink club for ‘a beer or three.’”


Where to buy Power Exchange: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and All Romance eBooks.
Where AJ Rose lurks: blog, Twitter, Facebook, FB Author pg, GoodReads

3 comments:

  1. Great story! I. always find it fascinating to hear the backstory of creativity. The book was such a powerful story.

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  2. I like that story! You might also like this one I recently read: http://www.sexintheair.de/literatur/bdsm/geschichten/predator-chapter-1/

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