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Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Guest Post with Author Elene Sallinger and Giveaway

Today I would like to welcome author Elene Sallinger to RFTC. Elene is celebrating the paperback release of her book Awakening and has stopped by to chat. Please give Elene a warm welcome.

Hailing from Washington, DC, Elene Sallinger first caught the writing bug in 2004 after writing and illustrating several stories for her then four-year-old daughter. Her writing career has encompassed two award-winning childrens stories, a stint as a consumer-education advocate, as well as writing her debut novel, Awakening - a novel of erotic fiction that won the New Writing Competition at the Festival of Romance 2011.

Places to find Elene: 
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On Falling In Love with Your Villain

As a writer, I think it is pretty safe to say that, at some level, I love all of my characters. Most writers would probably agree with me. I mean, here are these individuals that we've given birth to. We've watched them grow, succeed and fail. We nurse them through heartache and high-five their victories.

How can you not love someone you're so intimately acquainted with?

Every now and then, however, a particular character stands out from the rest and truly steals your heart. Sometimes that character happens to be the villain of the tale.

This happened to me recently as I wrote Reflection, my follow up novel to Awakening. In this story, Bridget, the heroine, must overcome a devastating trauma in her past and her life is infinitely complicated by Dale Whittier, the villain of the piece.

Dale is obsessed with bending Bridget to his will. An arrogant, conceited man, Dale is used to women fawning over his looks and money. Bridget's refusal of him is like a magnet. He can't resist her. He needs her to want him as much as he's needs to control her. For Dale, sex and love are synonymous with control.

I can't speak for other authors, but I write detailed character sketches for every character who has a point of view scene in my books.  I do this to get inside their heads so that every character I write doesn't speak with the same inflections and tone. The side-effect of this is that I know all my characters' psychologies.

I know that Dale is in love with Bridget, but doesn’t know how to relate to her as an equal. That he's become obsessed with having her because he can't deal with her rejection and how it reminds him of his secret feelings of inadequacy.

Despite the fact that he is a horrid person and completely irredeemable in my book, I want to take him in my arms and hug him. I want to soothe away his pain and help him see that love and harm aren't synonymous.

Who knows, maybe I'll write his book sometime in the future. Maybe there's redemption for him yet.

Thank you so much for hosting me! It's a pleasure to be here.

This is the story of Claire Ryan and Evan Lang. 35-year-old Claire joins a local book club for romance readers in order to get over the breakdown of her 10-year relationship, there she meets book shop owner Evan, a dominant man who has never recovered from the sudden death of his submissive wife.

As their relationship develops and they embark on the path of Claire's submission, it becomes harder and harder for Evan to keep his emotional distance. Claire is open and responsive and he wants her badly, but refuses to let himself go.

As Claire falls deeper in love with Evan, she realises that he is holding back and decides to end their relationship, forcing Evan to confront his own past and his feelings in order to save his new love.

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`I feel safe here.' She waved a hand around to encompass the bookstore. `You make me feel safe. Despite your attitude, I don't believe you would hurt me.' Claire flushed such a sweet shade of pink as she spoke, her hazel gaze roaming the store as she looked everywhere but at him.

Safe. She thought she was safe with him. That he wouldn't hurt her. Evan sat in stunned silence for the briefest moment before a red tide of fury suffused his body. Fury at Marianne for dying and leaving him alone when she had been the centre of his life. Fury at Claire for tempting him and reviving desires that he'd believed were dead and buried with his love. Fury at himself for being so damned foolish and afraid in the face of his temptation. In that moment, he knew himself for a coward and he snapped.

`Safe. You think you're safe with me?' he all but sneered at her. `You know nothing.' He spit the words at Claire as he leant, forward his hands clenched into fists on his knees. She shrank away from him, pushing so far back into the leather club chair her feet no longer touched the floor. Her eyes were wide with shock and the beginnings of fear. Shame crawled over his skin and he reached for self-control, only to lose it all over again when her small, white teeth bit into her trembling lower lip.

`Damn you!' He slammed a fist down on the arm of his chair, causing her to jump at the violence of his action. `You are anything but safe with me. Every time you walk through that door all I can think about is bending you over my lap and spanking that pretty little ass until it is shiny, red, and stinging. Then fucking you from behind so that the sting feeds the orgasm I give you. I fantasise about binding you and whipping those sweet little tits, your pussy, and your ass. Marking you everywhere so that each time you look in the mirror you remember me and how I put them there, and then beg me to put more on you when they heal. I want to drench you in my come, fuck you in every goddamn hole, and make you scream until you can't speak.'

As the words died on his lips, he dragged in a breath and took Claire in, really saw her now that the apex of his anger had passed somewhat. She was glassy-eyed and panting. The knuckles of her slim, elegant fingers were white and she gripped the arms of her chair as if her life depended on it. She looked like she was having a panic attack.

Fear and shame overrode his anger and he lurched forward, coming around and sitting on the table before her. He took her face between his palms. She was so tiny, his hands seems to swallow her up.

`Claire.' He spoke softly, soothingly, as he rubbed his thumb over her cheeks. `Claire, please. Look at me.'

She turned just a fraction, closing her eyes and refusing to look at him. Her motion brought his thumb to rest on her lower lip. Quickly, so quickly he almost missed it, she licked his thumb. It was the barest touch, but the sight of her pink tongue against his skin was more than he could take. What control remained to him was lost.

`Damn you,' he repeated, but this time it was the hoarse whisper of a drowning man. `Suck it,' he demanded as he thrust his thumb between her full, rosy lips. She obeyed instantly, enveloping the digit in wet, velvet heat. A shudder coursed through him at the silken feel of her mouth on his skin. She sucked gently in slow draws that he felt all the way to his cock, which surged violently to life.

With his other hand he untied the bow that held the halter of her dress together and yanked the barrier from her body so that it pooled at her waist in a lake of red silk. She faltered briefly, but continued to suck on his thumb as he squeezed her breast, massaging and shaping it in his large palm. She was small, tiny even; the entire globe barely filled his palm, but his mouth watered to taste her. He pulled his thumb from her mouth and trailed damp circles around each nipple before leaning down to suck the puckered tips into his mouth. He sucked hard, eliciting a cry of pained pleasure from her as she arched into his mouth.

He squeezed and pulled, sucked and bit at her nipples furiously, his mind blank except for the driving urge to mark her, claim her. Only when they were red and swollen, jutting out from the cream of her skin, did he leave her breasts. But he was far from done with her. He yanked her hips forward and roughly pushed the skirt of her dress up to her hips. She wore a brief, black silk thong which disappeared in a savage yank as he tore it from her. The fragile elastic snapped as easily as if it were an errant thread. He dropped the offending silk to the floor and threw her legs over the arms of the chair so that she was spread and open to him.

He didn't stop to appreciate the sight she made, though the memory would haunt him later. Her eyes were half-closed and glazed with desire. Her rosy lips were parted and damp from her tongue. Her small, tight breasts were swollen and tipped with hard, berry-red pebbles from his earlier feasting. The scarlet silk pooled at her waist, framing and showcasing her plump hips and drenched pussy. The damp curls were trimmed close, just a shade darker than the honeyed brown of her tousled hair. No, in that moment, he only took in the sandpaper dryness of his throat and the need to taste her.

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  1. Thank you for the excerpt! Adding to my TBR!

    1. Thank you. I hope you enjoy the book.

  2. Sounds and looks like a very interesting story.

    1. Hopefully, it won't disappoint :-)

  3. Congrats on the release. Awakening sounds intriguing. Can't wait to read it to see more of Claire and Evan. Thanks for the interesting guest post and giveaway.

    1. My pleasure and thank you ;-)

  4. Wow, very hot! I am new to you and your books but I will definitely have to check them out. Thanks!

    1. Thank you! I hope you enjoy them.

  5. This one is definitely being added to my TBR pile! Thanks for sharing!

    1. Thank you for stopping by. I hope it satisfies :-)

  6. sounds awesome! Congrats to Elene on the new release! Thanks for sharing :)

  7. LOVE the excerpt...keep the books coming!


    1. That's the plan! :-)

      Thank you for commenting

  8. Wow!!! That was a fabulous excerpt. I can't wait to read this book.

    1. Thank you! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :-)

  9. Hi Elene, you are new to me. I always find that exciting. I look forward to reading AWAKENING.

  10. This book sounds amazing. It will defintly be added on my list to read!

  11. My question for the author is how much control she has over her book covers? I always wonder if it's the author's vision coming across or the publisher's?

  12. This book looks awesome!!! I have added it to my wishlist right to the top!

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  13. Sounds like a great read!!
    Thanks for the chance to win!