This week we are featuring author Laci Paige and her erotic novel Silken Edge.
But before we reach out for her new work of fiction let us find out what does Laci suggest for our readers this Friday night?
“I’m a self professed chocoholic, so a chocolate martini is my pick for that very reason. And who doesn’t love a martini glass? I think they’re sexy and sophisticated.”
1.5 oz. cream de cacao
1.5 oz. chocolate Liqueur
2.5 oz. half-and-half
.75 oz. vodka
1 cup of ice
Combine chocolate liqueur, cream de cacao, vodka, half-and-half, and ice in a cocktail shaker. Cover and shake until chilled. Strain into a chilled cocktail glass.
For an indulgent finishing touch, drizzle chocolate syrup around the inside of your martini glass before pouring.
The relationship was over long before it ended, so when her boyfriend dumps her, Kristy craves a change in life. Kristy’s best friend, Sherry, is into the BDSM scene, and on a whim and a bet, Kristy finds herself in the playroom at an exclusive club. A disguised Dom named Master Jay uses sensation play and a piece of silk to help her discover the world of kink. She finds it enjoyable and addictive, but what she doesn’t know is that Master Jay is really Jake, a much younger man to whom she’s strongly attracted.
For the past couple of years, Jake quietly watched Kristy in his gym. He doesn’t care that she’s older than him; he wants her. When the virgin BDSM sub he’s hired to train ends up being Kristy, Jake almost falls apart. During the scene they play at the club, he fantasizes about getting her into restraints in his own playroom. But Kristy is shocked when she learns that the two men she desires are one and the same. Can Kristy who’s led a vanilla sex life, and Jake, who knows nothing but kink, find a future together?
A note from the author:
BDSM is variable; it’s not black and white, it’s not always deep and dark. It’s whatever the participants want it to be, it’s individual, and there is no “right” way to do it – as long as it’s SSC (safe/sane/consensual).
I’ve done my research and have adapted kink into my personal life as a result. I’ve been to clubs, private play parties, demonstrations, forums, workshops, conventions, and conferences on the subject of kink/BDSM.
Don’t let what you think you know about the lifestyle, or what you’ve read in novels affect your thoughts on the subject. Be open-minded.
Excerpt from The Silken Edge:
Jake pulled a key from his shorts and unlocked the new lock on his personal gym. Once inside, he kicked the door closed and turned on the lights. He looked around his room at the special-order gym equipment sporting cuffs and chains. His two favorite pastimes rolled into one–a gym of pleasure and pain. Despite the room being finished for several months now, he’d never shared this special place with anyone, and loneliness gnawed at him.
He dropped his head with a sigh. His plan had been to wait and tell Kristy that he was a paid Top, but only when the time was right. It shouldn’t have happened the way it did. “Fuck it, fuck this, and fuck her.” He closed his eyes and moaned. “God, I’d like to fuck her, and fuck her hard.” He snatched his iPod off a shelf and shoved the earbuds in. Cranking the music up loud, he walked to the mirrored wall and grabbed a set of hand weights. Closing his eyes, he began his repetitions in sync with the music.
When he opened his eyes, the mirror reflected someone behind him. He gasped. The door must not have closed behind him.
Standing just inside the door was Kristy, wide-eyed and looking around the room.
He put the weights down and turned, then leaned against the shelf and looked at her directly. Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head, she wore a long, cotton T-shirt, and it appeared she had no pants to speak of underneath. At least he couldn’t see any. Aw, hell.
When she looked his way, he took a step in her direction, but then she took a step back. He stopped and took out his earbuds. “Is everything okay, Kristy?” His voice sounded soft and gentle to his own ears.
“I-I couldn’t sleep.”
“Do you want to go somewhere and talk?”
She shook her head and pulled her gaze from him to scan the room. Walking slowly around, she eyed each piece of equipment, ending up at an assortment of whips, canes, floggers, and paddles all lined up neatly in a recessed cove in the wall.
Jake didn’t move, unsure why she was there. He expected her to run at any time, but she didn’t.
She walked up to him and stood a few feet away, not making eye contact. Shifting from foot to foot, she asked, “So, this is your special gym?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “You’re the first to see it.”
She finally raised her head and looked directly into his eyes.
Holy shit. He thought he saw several things flash through them, but he was convinced the predominant one was need. His dick twitched and he slammed his eyes shut. Opening them, he saw her watching him. He clenched his jaw and relaxed it to speak. “Kristy, what is it? Did you want to talk to me about something? Are you planning to move out? Because, damn…you don’t have to, but I’ll tear up the rental agreement. And if you want to cancel your membership downstairs that’s fine too, I will waive the cancellation fee for you…if you want.”
“Jake, no. I don’t want to move out. I have nowhere else to go.” Looking down, she took a deep breath. “And if it’s all right, I want to keep my membership.” She peered up through her eyelashes.
“You do?” He couldn’t help the surprise in his voice.
“Yes, and I’m the one who should be sorry. After a nap, I woke up realizing how badly I behaved. I’m sorry. I felt blindsided; everyone was in on it except for me. I felt stupid and embarrassed. In the club…I thought you were a stranger, but you’re not a stranger, you’re my friend, and I didn’t handle the situation well.” Her cheeks pinked up. “It’s awkward for me.”
Out of everything she said, the word “friend” rang loudest in his ears. There was nothing more of a dampener on the libido than hearing the word “friend” from someone you find attractive. He turned and walked to the door. Holding it open, he said, “Kristy, I’m glad you’re staying, really I am, but you need to leave. Now.” His voice came out husky.
If she didn’t leave soon, he couldn’t be held accountable for what he’d do to her, and he’d enjoy every minute.
About the author:
When Laci’s not reading or writing, she can be found with her husband supporting their two teenaged children in a thing called life. Or maybe she’s running around with her camera taking photos while camping and/or hiking. Or lastly, and most probable – the TV is on in the background while she’s perusing her social media sites. Their family resides in the state of Virginia where Laci’s muse keeps her up late at night.