Welcome to my guest and friend, R. Brennan, a fellow Sisterhood of the Traveling Pen member and its founder. I invited R here today to tell you all about her latest little sin nugget, Blood and Fire. This story is actually a re-release of an erotic horror short previously published in a 24-author anthology. I also had a short in that anthology. While the collection currently ranks near the three million mark on Amazon (if you can even find it), I can tell you with the utmost sincerity that R Brennan’s story is one of the stand-outs. I’m so glad she found a new home for it once her rights reverted back to her.
I’ll hand over the blog keys to R Brennan now to tell you more about her story:
Originally released in 2011 as part of an erotic horror anthology, Sinisterotica — which a total of maybe fifteen people read — I am so pleased to have a chance to offer this story (one of my favorites) to a broader audience.
** NOTE: The information contained below relates to an erotic work of fiction. If you are under 18 or offended by such things, please do not read further. Thank you. **
College student, Francesca Morgan has finally met the Dominant man of her dreams. Kevin Stevenson is sexy, sure of himself, and knows just how to make her knees quake.
When he takes Frankie to her first fetish party, she is reminded being collared means her Master can do what he wishes with her, including offering her “services” for the evening to a sexy Dominant business associate he is trying to impress.
It doesn’t take long for Frankie to realize their host, Bartholomew Andrews is nothing like any Dom she has ever served. Aside from his devastating looks and heaping financial fortune, Bartholomew can read her thoughts, and knows just how to make her body react.
Can Frankie keep her wits about her and serve at his feet without falling for him, or will Master Amazing steal her heart and her soul in one steamy night of servitude?
Be warned — Contains elements of horror, BDSM, S&M, and a Dom/sub dynamic
I fidgeted with my black lace garter for the third time in five minutes. No matter how much I toyed with it, the torturous material tickled my inner thighs until I resort to scratching like a flea-infested hound. Through sheer force of will, I stopped gouging at my leg, and with a quick twist and pull, adjusted my g-string, which attempted to crawl higher than any butt floss should go. Tweaking complete, I checked my appearance in the bathroom mirror.
The red satin teddy clung to hourglass curves and highlighted my green eyes, just as I’d hoped when picking it out. The bodice’s built-in push up bra did wonders for the little ladies—an added bonus. I swept a few unruly, blonde strands of hair from my face and took stock of the make-up situation. Rosy cheeks. Check. Black eye gunk. Check.
I inhaled through my nose, and with puffed cheeks, blew out through my mouth—a stress relief trick I learned watching daytime TV. But, the nervous tension remained knotted between my shoulder blades.
I guess it’s time to see if I have the balls to wear this getup in public.
Stiffening my bare shoulders, I turned away from the mirror and left the bathroom, stopping just short of barreling into Mallory.
“Jesus, Mal.” My hands found my silk clad hips. “You couldn’t wait in the living room? I told you I’d be out in a minute.”
“Sorry, but you’ve been in there for ages, Frankie.”
Holding my hands out to my sides, I turned in a circle. “Well? What do you think?”
The only woman on the planet I actually trusted appraised me from top to bottom. “Let me see your ass again.”
With a quick turnabout, I wiggled my rear at her and peeked over my shoulder to see if she approved.
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About the Author:
R. Brennan is the erotic alter-ego of a published author and a subbie brat with a bitch streak. She works as an IT geek for the state of New York, and is a reformed gaming addict living in the rolling hills of Upstate NY (you know, where it takes a 10 mile drive to buy a gallon of milk and the scent of cows lingers on the breeze).
A busy girl in 2012, R. has an erotic short, Faith’s Gift in the recently released Christmas anthology by Evernight Publishing, VANILLA-FREE CHRISTMAS, and another erotic short, Routine Maintenance in FELT TIPS – a collection of erotic short stories published by Tiffany Reisz and 8th Circle Press with all proceeds going to charity.
The truly brave are welcome to follow her on twitter: @bexbrennan but beware, her tweets are often #NSFW