~~Excerpt has explicit adult content~~
On select days I'm proud to present special guests on my blog, and today I'm delighted to welcome Pauline Allan, who is here to talk about her Louisiana-based contemporary menage/BDSM tale, Gilded Lily. Welcome, Pauline! What was the inspiration for this book?
Many people ask me what was the inspiration for
my new release, Gilded Lily. The
story was built on a complex foundation of pain, growth, and fulfillment. My
personal life shaped the words, bringing three people together to share the
heartache of having what is just out of their reach. As I moved to redeem
myself, my characters journeyed through the pages making this book my cathartic
event.
Gilded
Lily is
set in the heart of Louisiana. Baton Rouge was inspired by a fisherman. I was
sitting in a bar off Bourbon Street in New Orleans when a man asked where I was
from. I told him and he said he was from the red stick. I quirked my brow. In
his Nawlins' draw he said, "Baton Rouge, the red stick." The setting
was cemented into my brain and the story progressed.
Tony's character is an intense, broken man. His
"voice" was inspired by a song. "Colorblind" by The
Counting Crows hypnotized my emotions and embedded the melody of his life into
my psyche. When I found a photo of the model Marco Dapper I knew I had found
Tony.
Adam was a soldier I met in New Orleans. He was
between tours in Afghanistan and struggling to find his peace in the civilian world.
His eyes were shrouded in pain while his smile told me he longed for something he would never find.
Adam too had a song. "Broken Bridge" by Daughter Darling.
That brings me to Lily. My dear submissive found
her way onto the pages through the ghosts of my past. I left my grandmother's
funeral and locked myself in my makeshift office for three months. I grieved
through the sound of my fingers clicking on my typewriter. Yes, a typewriter.
Several years before the concept for this story developed I had visited a BDSM
club and studied the participants. I knew how I felt and quickly realized it
wasn't a mirror image of the people there. I knew the blackness that came with
pain. I knew the loneliness of rejection. I knew the desperate need for
discipline. I was a religious studies major in college and the concept of the
sacred versus the profane always fascinated me. I threaded that theme through
Lily's story. Her profane desires were redeemed because she is a woman. Sacred.
Her song, "Tear in Your Hand" by Tori Amos pulled Lily's story
through my heart.
My experiences are delicately laced through the
story of three people winding along their paths as their journeys progress.
Much like myself, redemption is needed, acceptance is elusive, and desperation
lurks for these three characters who were gracious enough to live for a moment
in my life.
Blurb:
Adam's ferocious sexual appetite for submission has left him
frustrated and alone. He turns to the
photo in his wallet. The woman's full lips smile with laughter. The yellow
sundress hugs her soft curves. The beautiful muse. His elusive flower.
Lily has a dark secret. A submissive without a Dominant, her
life had derailed with grief, solitude, and rejection. Until a mysterious
stranger's erotic education led to unfathomable pleasure.
Tony knew Lily's training would be his last attempt to
escape the void in his life. An experienced Dom with the very nature of his
control shaken, he has to run. There's one last responsibility to take care of
before he can leave.
Lily, his once timid sub, is testing her boundaries and
craves more. A love he can never give.
Tragedy leads Adam to Lily's plantation in Louisiana. While
packing his brother's belongings, Tony offers the one precious thing Adam could
never deny. The submission of his elusive flower.
The clock is ticking. Tony wants freedom. Adam demands total
submission. Lily must choose. Does she cling to the safety of Tony's commands
or risk the rejection of Adam's love?
Either way, a submissive's trust is a fragile thing. Once
broken...it's lost forever.
Excerpt from Gilded
Lily
“See, you can't hit in the same place twice,” Tony said as Adam listened carefully to
Tony’s detailed instructions. Tony pointed to the dark pink marks he’d just
made. “And never on the front of her body; she doesn’t like that.”
Adam
nodded, accepting the instruction. Both men were kneeling on the bed, watching
Lily as she squirmed underneath their inspection. Tony, naked, and Adam, with
his cock still hard, methodically discussed Lily’s marks.
“And you
have to snap it. Let the leather do the work, not your heavy hand,” Tony said
as he flicked his wrist and smacked the lash on her left buttock. “Check her.
You’ll see this gets her wetter than anything. She craves it. Truth be told, I
trained her to accept what she needs, and in her own subtle way, she taught me
how to give her what she most desires.
Adam slid
his hand between Lily’s spread thighs and rubbed the soft flesh covering her
clit. She rolled her hips and murmured her approval into the pillow. He
explored the depth of her slick core, then looked over at Tony and smiled. The
way Lily’s body responded so readily amazed him. She was a beacon of senses,
acting on instinct and waiting to be pleased. The last thing he wanted to do
was harm the one woman he believed could heal his soul. This—the taming of his
beast—was something only Lily could do. If this was what pleased her, then he
would do whatever it took to show her he was ready for the challenge of bringing
her pure pleasure.
Lucky for
him, they had the same desire. He wanted to dominate every aspect of her body,
teach her to find power in her submissiveness and find happiness in his arms.
He vowed at that moment to keep her safe. He would wield the belt, the thin
strips of the flogger, or the whisper of a feather to bring her strength in
knowing that she was owned. She was safe to explore her desires without fear of
judgment.
He had to
give her at least that. She brought him peace in her touch and compassion in
her submission. He would never be able to repay that debt. He had to be
diligent when opening himself up to her desires. Whipping was not a punishment,
but an act of caring. Binding was not a force of power, but a way for her to
find release in the safety of knowing she was wanted. With every part of his
being, he wanted to bring her the things she cherished most.
Adam took
another breath and watched as the end of the belt licked the gentle curve of
her lower back. He had begun to run his fingertips along the pink flesh when
Tony pulled his hand away.
“Stop—you
don’t want her to come.”
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Thanks so much for stopping by today to be my special guest, Pauline!
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