LOVE SONG OF THE DOMINATRIX

I'm delighted to tell you that my editor at Nexus has just okayed my proposal for another erotic novel provisionally entitled LOVE SONG OF THE DOMINATRIX. It's a big step away from the sort of work I was doing before - mainly female submissives enjoying life with an assortment of male dominants - because it's about a female dominant and her relationships with both submissive males and females. It's been fun putting the proposal and 10,000 word sample together and I can hardly wait to crack on with the rest of the novel, now that the storyline's been agreed and my contract is on its way!

To give you an idea of what lies in store for you early in 2007, this is how the basic story goes:

'Dinah is a tough-talking bisexual dominatrix. When she meets the beautiful Grace, a hotel receptionist looking for excitement, she decides to convert the girl to a life of lesbian submission. But Grace is forced to take up the whip herself when her ex-boyfriend Aidan finds out about their relationship and becomes obsessed with teaching Mistress Dinah a lesson.'

Now here's a brief excerpt from LOVE SONG OF THE DOMINATRIX, taken from early in the first chapter. The scene takes place in an almost deserted train compartment late at night, where Dinah steps in to rescue Grace from a stranger who has tried to assault her.


Dinah had him off-balance now; fertile territory, just confused enough to be open to suggestion. Her tongue ran wetly along her lipstick and her gaze slipped to his crotch, to the coat pulled so protectively across it. ‘Come on, you showed it to her, you can show it to me.’ Her voice dropped as well, intimate, mocking. ‘Let’s see what you’ve got under there.’

The stranger swore crudely and she laughed, feeling the light buzz of excitement under her skin, almost a ringing in her ears, the rush of adrenalin.

‘What’s the matter? Has it gone soft?’ Her smile was deliberately malicious, calculated to enrage and humiliate him. ‘Don’t worry, that can happen to anyone. We’ll soon get that back.’

‘You going to suck it for me, are you?”

‘Maybe.’

He was torn between fury and lust now, looking at her properly, maybe even sobering up a little, his gaze on her bare legs under the short camel-coloured skirt. She looked respectable except for the heels, her too-high black metal-tipped heels; in his book, they could only belong to a slut, to a woman up to no good, up to her waist in the mire. Dinah could see what he was thinking - the sweet dirty flash of it like a spark flying off the rails in a tunnel - and her body clenched with excitement again, buzzing, buzzing.

‘Is that how you get your kicks? Sucking off strangers on trains?’

There was a self-righteous contempt in his voice. He had her down, pigeon-holed; clean enough on the outside, but a slut underneath, only too eager to kneel and worship at the shrine of his cock. With her mouth too, by the sound of it.

His eyes gleamed when she didn’t answer and she loved the irony of it, wished she could have more time with him, make a proper session of it. ‘Pull your skirt up then,’ he said, trying his luck. ‘Let’s see your knickers.’

‘I haven’t seen your cock yet,’ Dinah reminded him gently.

After a momentary hesitation, still not quite certain about this new development, the man shrugged and jerked the coat aside to reveal his penis; larger than she had expected, and already stiffening again at the prospect of two women instead of one.

Not bad for a random drunk. Pity he would have to be punished for his insolence. Pity for him, of course, not her.

WHAT SUKI WANTS: a sneak preview

Here, as promised, if a little belated, is the cover for WHAT SUKI WANTS, my latest erotic novel due out this spring. It strikes just the right note with these two scantily-clad girls on the cover, WHAT SUKI WANTS being a tale of lesbianism, promiscuity and intrigue, set very firmly in contemporary Britain.

Suki is a young waitress in a Midlands transport cafe, living in a camper van and haunted by the memory of her girlfriend, the beautiful, promiscuous and thoroughly amoral Magdalen, an artist’s model from the States who died under tragic and mysterious circumstances.

When Suki decides to journey up north on a nostalgic tour of their old haunts, it soon emerges that Magdalen had a secret other life - not to mention a husband! - and Suki finds her feelings for Magdalen, and her own sexuality, beginning to change.


Now here’s a brief excerpt from WHAT SUKI WANTS to whet your appetite ...



It was nearly five o’clock by the time Suki finished work at the cafe and strolled back to the camper, deliberately wetting her shoes in each puddle to see the reflection of the sky shiver. The car park was almost empty because the cafe always closed at four on a Friday afternoon. There was a lorry parked up beside her camper but the blinds had been pulled down in the driver’s cab so she guessed he was probably asleep.

Suki climbed in through the side door, kicked off her flat black work shoes and poured herself a small glass of vodka. It was dark inside the camper with the curtains drawn so she lit a few candles, including the new scented ones she had bought in town, and arranged them in a semi-circle on the table.

She wriggled out of her uniform and slipped into a lime-green dressing gown instead, left behind by Magdalen and made of a cool silky material that brushed deliciously against her skin.

It made her feel nostalgic, wearing something that had belonged to Magdalen. Like the American girl was still part of her life, due home any minute so they could curl up together on the bed and make love. But that was just a fantasy. The pitter-patter of rain on the roof and windows told her it had started to rain again. She glanced up at the roof, wondering if she ought to fetch a saucepan for any drips, but the rain didn’t seem strong enough to be leaking through.

Suki sat down in front of her writing pad, chose a good ink pen from her wooden box and started to write a letter.


My darling Magdalen

I missed you so much today, it was like an aching deep in my bones. But you would have been proud of me. Do you remember how we used to talk about men? How you said I needed to start fucking them, to find out what men were like before deciding whether I preferred women to men? Well, I finally did it! Not fucked a man, exactly, but halfway there. I let him wank over me while I masturbated, right here in the camper. It was really dirty, I haven’t come like that since we were together.

I cheated a bit though. I kept thinking of you while he was doing it. Wishing it was you standing between my legs, that his cock was a strap-on. Like the one you used to push into me. Do you remember? The black latex one with those little spikes that pressed right into my cunt whenever we fucked. His cock was big, but nothing like that dildo.

If you’d been there, I’d have spread my legs for you all afternoon and let them sack me for it. Though we wouldn’t have needed a dildo, would we? You always knew how to make me come just with your tongue and fingers. So clever, so beautiful. I wish we were still together.

I know you said if we ever split, or if anything ever happened to you, I should carry on and forget about you. And I’ve tried hard to forget, I really have. But it’s impossible. You were the best lover I ever had, Magdalen. I think about you every second of every day, your mouth, your tongue, your sweet naked body against mine, the way we used to touch each other in bed.

I will adore you forever, my darling Magdalen. You know I’m not clever at finding the right words, like you always could, but I know how good we were together. Come back to me, I can’t bear life without you.

Love Suki



I may well post up more - and hotter - excerpts from WHAT SUKI WANTS as the publication date approaches, so don’t forget to keep checking back. WHAT SUKI WANTS is on sale from early April in the UK, and May in the States, published by Virgin Books. See links for the Virgin Books website. British buyers, you can click here to buy an advance copy of WHAT SUKI WANTS from Amazon UK. Alternatively, Amazon USA can be reached here.

Indecent Proposal

You'll be glad to hear, I'm sure, that I've finally finished putting together that proposal for Nexus and posted it off today to my editor at Virgin Books.

This new novel is provisionally entitled LOVE SONG OF THE DOMINATRIX - though that may change if it doesn't sound as good by the time it goes to print - and, as the title suggests, it's the story of a dominatrix who falls in love. Naturally, the love song of a dominatrix is harsh and fierce; more like the love song of an amazon, I suspect, than that of your average woman.

I am waiting to hear back from my editor, but hopefully he will approve the story more or less in its current form. Fingers, toes and other interesting parts of my anatomy crossed. I'll let you know.

Cat x