By Francesca
Hawley
When I first
started reading electronic books, one of my first reads was a BDSM romance. I
had to work myself up to ordering it…but once I did, it captured my imagination
and so did the hero. BDSM was new to me then but the lifestyle spoke to me as a
reader. My favorite part was the male dominant.
His appeal was his
intensity. His complete focus on the heroine. The way that even though she was
the submissive, he wanted to please her. To make her feel safe. Cherished.
Protected. Yes, this is coming from a woman (me) who is a feminist and is
perfectly capable of looking after herself, yet the thought that a man could
take care of me and I could let him was a real eye opener. It seized my interest
and teased my libido.
The idea of being
protected and cherished appeals to me as a reader. Even better is the fact that
in order for a relationship between a Dom and a sub to flourish, complete
honesty and trust is absolutely necessary. No need to lie about what you think
or fake an orgasm you didn’t have. Nope. He gets the unvarnished truth from you
and you get the truth from him. I’m not completely sure I like the second part
as much as the first, but hey, I can deal.
So, when I began
writing erotic romance, I knew I wanted my heroes to be alpha males. In control
and competent. My favorite archetype is the warrior and that definitely fits a
dominant man. All of the heroes I’ve written have been dominant and their
ladies like them that way. Like me, my heroines are talented women, but they
enjoy letting the hero lead in the bedroom. It’s a turn-on for them and for the
hero.
However, a vital
fact here is that what I read and write is erotic ROMANCE. So that means that
any alpha hero I write about must not only be dominant, but he must also be
romantic. He must fall in love with the heroine and ache for her and with her.
Writing an edgy, dominant man without turning him into an jerk requires some
practice and a great character. I’ve been really fortunate to have some strong
yet romantic dominant males seduce me into writing their stories.
The latest is
Torin Stuart. A businessman with a sense of humor and a strong desire to make
his BDSM club the best one out there anywhere. Forcing him into close quarters
with Mouse, his late
mother’s personal assistant, was a necessity. Thus Controlling Interest in the club was at the center of their
intimate tug-of-war. Tor and Mouse have carried torches for each other for
years and only now can they explore it. Tor, for all his tough practical
nature, is actually a bit of a hopeless romantic. He wants to share his life
with someone but when Mouse tells him a lie, he’s really hurt by it which turns
him into a grumpy bear. Will Tor and Mouse their differences? Will they be able
to cooperate so the club can succeed? Read Controlling
Interest to find out!
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An Excerpt From:
CONTROLLING INTEREST
Copyright © FRANCESCA HAWLEY, 2011, 2016
She
looked beyond Mouse and smiled. “Perfect. He’s right on time for once.”
“He
who?”
“Torin.”
“Oh
my God…” Mouse shivered and ducked her head, adjusting her mask to make sure
her face was completely covered.
Mistress
Zarah surveyed her. “Oh, now that’s just not fair. I bet you creamed your
panties, didn’t you?”
“Mistress,
could you please keep your voice down?” Mouse hissed, heat filling her cheeks.
Zarah
chuckled. “Oh, I don’t think so. But for your sake, I suggest you don’t speak
much when he comes over here or he might recognize your voice.” She turned her
head to look behind Mouse. “Ah, Torin. How are you, dear?”
He
came around Mouse and gave Zarah a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Well
enough, considering.”
“It’s
such a loss. We’ll miss Regine terribly, you know that, don’t you?”
“I
do. Thank you.” Torin turned and looked Mouse over from head to toe. “Very
nice. Is she yours?”
“No,
darling. A guest who wants to explore the dark side.”
“As
a submissive or is she a Domme in training?”
“Submissive.”
Tor
turned the full force of his gaze on her. Their eyes met briefly before she
dropped her gaze to his shoes. Please let him not recognize her. Please.
“Yes,
definitely a submissive,” he purred. He lifted his hand and paused, glancing at
Zarah. “May I?”
“The
choice is hers.”
“Do
you have a name?” He asked, brushing a strand of hair off her forehead.
Normally, she kept her bushy hair pinned severely back, but the letter that
arrived with the clothes ordered her to let it fall around her face naturally.
She
glanced at Mistress Zarah, begging for help. Zarah smiled. “Her name is
Minnie.”
“Minnie?
Unusual.”
“That’s
her name tonight. Who knows? Her name tomorrow might be Mickey.”
Mouse
glared at Zarah, who just laughed.
“Do
you want to play with me, Minnie?”
Mouse’s
eyes flew to Tor’s. Did he know? Surely not. And what the hell did he mean by
play?
“Play?”
she squeaked. Damn it. Why did she always have to squeak like a mouse when she
was anxious? At least Tor was unfamiliar with her nervous habit because by the
time they’d met, Regine had worked the squeak right out of her.
He
chuckled, his fingers trailed along the bare skin of her arm from her shoulder
to her wrist. Gently, he encircled her wrist and rubbed the vulnerable skin
there with his forefinger.
“Yes,
Miss Squeak. Play. That means you and I go someplace private and I give you a
spanking you’ll never forget. A spanking that will have you begging for more.”
Mouse
couldn’t catch her breath as he lightly ran his fingertips up to her elbow. He
leaned close and brushed his lips along the edge of her ear. She jerked when
his tongue flicked against her lobe.
“Sensitive,
aren’t you?” he murmured.
“Yes.”
“Yes,
Sir.”
“Oh
sorry. Yes, Sir.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
He
chuckled in her ear. His hand moved from her elbow to her waist while he tormented
her by trailing the fingers of his other hand from her wrist to her shoulder.
Then he brushed a finger along her shoulder and up along her neck. Mouse
couldn’t stop the shiver that coursed through her at his touch.
“You
haven’t answered my question. Would you like to play with me?”
She
closed her eyes at his purr. God, she wanted him. But what was she letting
herself in for if she agreed to this? She opened her eyes and she saw Mistress
Zarah grinning at her.
“The
choice is yours. What do you want?”
About
the Author
Francesca
Hawley
Hi. I’m
Francesca Hawley and I’m a fat chick. A woman with dangerous curves just like
my heroines.
Many
people don’t like the word, “fat” but I do because it’s the truth and I’ve
learned to own it. I am a fat chick and I always will be. When I first began to
read romance, the heroines were all thin. I kept wondering, where were the fat
heroines? I wanted to read about a fat chick who loved herself—or at least
learned to love herself—and a hot alpha hero who liked her jiggly bits just the
way they were. Since I didn’t find many big girls to read about, I decided to
write about them, so Francesca Hawley – author of Romance with Dangerous Curves
was born.
In a
Francesca Hawley romance, my readers will find authentic, sensual, fat heroines
who love and are loved by their intense, passionate, and seductive Alpha
heroes. I hope you enjoy their dangerous curves just as much as their hunky
heroes do.
Web site:
http://www.francescahawley.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/francescahawley
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Reads: https://www.goodreads.com/FrancescaHawley
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