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.