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HERE IS AN EXCERPT
This is pretty straight forward but to set this excerpt up, Ted and Jo are finally clashing in a battle of wills. Someone is going to win. I bet you can’t guess who comes out on top. No seriously. Think about that because it may not be the hero.  
“So leave.”
“W-what?”
“Go before I change my mind.” He wrapped his hands around hers and forced her to let go of him. When she did he gave her a gentle shove creating a distance between them. He had to. She smelled of apples. Fresh, crisp and tart Macintosh apples. His favorite. Too bad he couldn’t take a bite out of her. The thought that he wanted to prompted him to step back. She noticed because she immediately latched onto his retreat.
“Just like that?” Coming forward, she snapped her fingers under his nose and he had to muster all the strength he had not to grab that hand and use it to pull her and her belligerent ass across his lap for the spanking she so richly deserved. “I’ll go when I’m damn good and ready to go. Right after you apologize to me.”
This time there was no turning the other cheek. The challenge had to be met. “You sacrifice much. Take now for instance. I’m offering you the chance to simply leave and instead you’re hoping to save face by seeking an apology from me?”
“Yeah, well,” She wasn’t paying him any mind as she adjusted her blouse sleeve in a totally dismissive manner. “You sound like Yoda on steroids. Sacrifice much,” she mocked. “What a stupid thing to say.”
“Did you really hear the words?”
Now she looked at him. “Of course, I just repeated them, didn’t I?”
He took a deep breath and clasped his hands behind his back. With his hands in this position, it lessened the chance he’d do what he had a hankering to do and wring her lovely neck. “Yes, you did repeat them, but did you understand them?”
She glared and crossed her arms. “Are you going to apologize to me or what?”
“Or what.”
She frowned and tapped her foot several times. “Or what, what?”
“Nothing,” he said. Unclasping his hands, he walked forward and forward some more, until she was walking backward. Banging into a chair, bumping her knee against a table just before her ass met the wainscoting which made her yelp. When she quieted he added, “Just.” He brought his arms up caging her in. “Or.” He curled down over her. “What.”
“Move.” She tried to slide right, he wouldn’t let her. “I said move.” She attempted an escape going left, but he stopped her.
“You asked me a question and I answered it. Since I’m not going to apologize there’s only ‘or what’ left for me to do.”
She flattened herself against the wall trim and when she looked up he hissed in a breath. There wasn’t a drop of fear to be found in her large eyes. They shone with a confidence that nearly undid him. Hell, he was trying to intimidate her, he should be pissed she was resisting his every attempt and yet, oddly he was emphatically turned on by her coolness. Somewhere in the back of his mind the voice of reason that always stood him in good stead, warned. “Back off. Let her go. Apologize even.”
Him apologize to her? Yeah, he would. Right after he single handedly negotiated world peace and then stopped to collect his pot of gold from the little green guy at the end of the rainbow.
“So do it.”
His heartbeat sped and that wave of adrenaline once again, pulsed to life inside him. Dom mode was revving. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do, but I’m warning you, I don’t fight fair. Especially when my opponent has a huge size advantage over me.”
He waited for her to blink and when she did he scooped her up, cradling her as he pinned her arms and legs against him.
“You rotten mother-fucker. Put me down.”
“No.” He stalked to the door and called, “Decklan?”
The door swung open, “Yes sir?”
“I’ve had a look at the signed release and since there have been no other takers, I’ll be bringing Ms. Nehr to the rodeo suite myself. Please let her friends know she’s in good hands.”
“You Goddamn, mother-fucking, asshole, dickwad with half a brain. Put me down.”
She was quite a handful. Stronger than he expected and her language? “Before I take her upstairs do you mind?” He caught Decklan’s attention and nodded toward his desk.
“Sir?”
“My tie’s in the top right-hand drawer. Gag her for me.”
(end of excerpt)

 

 

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ME, THE MILLIONAIRE MATCHMAKER AND A STIFF ONE. OH, MY!!!

So, there I was the other night doing something I never do. I was watching television. I mean, seriously, who needs the squawk box when you have a TBR pile as tall as a person, but there I was just the same. Anyway, I was flicking it around, and when Honey came into the room, I’d stopped on the Millionaire Match Maker thinking that these bachelorettes had it made. This wasn’t such a bad gig. All they had to do is suffer through Patti Stanger’s “tough love” when she cuts up your hair, clothes and breath. There I am thinking, annoying, but I could deal with it. That’s when Honey saunters over, bends down and whispers, “Don’t get any ideas.” And me being the absolute peach that I am? I whisper back, “Too late.” That was of course, until I proceeded to follow these millionaire-mate wannabes through their dates. All I can say is, yikes! And I thought the suffering ended with the Stanger self-esteem slap down? *gulps twice* After following the progress of one brutal date I was ready to turn it off, but I couldn’t. It was like watching a plane going down. Horrifying and mesmerizing at the same time.
Anyway, when Honey returns after the show is over, here’s the conversation.
“How was it?”
*insert deplorable attempt at a British accent here* “Oh, my darling, it was ghastly.”
“You should have watched the history channel. Learn while you’re being entertained.”
“Yeah, no.” I didn’t add that I’d rather slam my fingers in a car door. Let’s face it, if I’m going to watch T.V. I want to come away from the process feeling superior and better off than those poor slobs on the set. So the triple “M” did the trick.
“What was the ex-husband doing on the show?”
“Oh you saw that part did you? That guy went on there to pick his ex’s next beau.” I look up and Honey is scowling. I love when he scowls because it means two things. Number one, he’s bothered by something and two? This is the perfect time to mess with him and bother him some more. Poor guy. “So, when I go on there to catch my next victim are you going to help me pick him out?”
His scowl deepens. “The only thing I’ll be picking out is his coffin.”
I laugh until I hear him say, “And yours too.”
Now I’m the one scowling. “Hey, that’s not nice.”
“It wasn’t meant to be nice. I never joke about that kind of stuff and neither should you.”
I wanted to stick my tongue out at him because I REALLY *drags hands down sides of face here* HATE IT when he tosses the wet blanket at my attempt to be funny. And then when I see that superior look in his eyes I realize he’s stolen all my wanting-to-be-superior-and-feeling-better-about-myself-at-others-expense mojo away! I couldn’t let that happen. *Insert me drumming my fingers on the arm of the chair until he has almost exited the family room* But just before he does I have something of my own to toss.
“Hey Mr. I-ready-to-go-postal, I think the economical way to go with your double homicide would be to buy one coffin big enough for me and my chosen new beau. This would make all kinds of sense. It would be a “bury two stiffs for the price of one”, type deal and in the end? I’d get to spend all of eternity with that new-to-me stiff one.”
I was in the middle of snorting over my own hilarity when Honey pounced. Man, for a guy built like a linebacker he moves sleek and fast. He yanked me out of the chair and before I got the chance to protest I was out of breath from laughing so hard. He had my back hugged up to his front and he was tickling me as he growled things in my ear. Bad, bad…erm, actually they weren’t that bad, but yeah, those same words could have qualified for horrific if my mom or children had heard them…just saying. And, no, I’m not going to share what he said other than to say that there was mention about him showing me a stiff one. *wink, wink* There was also a mention of me dying for it, I think he said, but when he said the only place I’d be dying that night was in his arms…well, I’m not going to lie, I did melt a little.
*Sigh*
Who knew when I decided to watch the triple “M” it would translate into a double “O” for me? Score!
Riley

 

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WHO IS AUTHOR RILEY MURPHY?

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BONDAGE IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL

‘It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.’ Marquis de Sade
Please note that this article is an updated version of an old post that I’d written as it was these thoughts that inspired me to write my next hero and heroine. Josephine (Jo) Nehr and Ted Basel.
Do you think bondage is good for the soul? I do, but I don’t believe the main attraction is the pain or bondage or pain from bondage either. Those things are the catalyst that will propel the individual to their ultimate pleasure which I’d define as knowing someone has complete control over you, deciding what you’ll do, hear, touch, taste, smell and feel. It’s this kind of catharsis that brings the coveted euphoria.
Meh, don’t worry. I’m not going to go all Freud on the topic, I just think it’s interesting that some people literally have to be tied up to be truly free.  Anyway, *shakes self* where was I? Oh yeah… In my soon-to-be released Required Surrender there’s a bondage scene that focuses in erotic pain and how my heroine deals with it. When I wrote the scene a few things came to mind as I got to stand outside of what was happening and process what was going on inside my hero and heroine’s heads.
What got my wheels turning was the concept that the act of bondage (being tied) is a tangible action that draws out a very emotional or intrinsic response in an individual. By being restrained, held captive and corralled, an individual’s choice and therefore reason is removed from the equation. Intellect is powerless to war against long repressed desires. Quite simply, the individual is free from the self that has held them back.
In layman’s terms? No guilt and how awesome is that?
This aspect of BDSM is what I love to explore with my characters. Bondage that actually opens the mental prison cell of an individual, freeing this person, which ironically leads them to the most poignant sexual epiphany they’ll ever experience if it’s done right. It’s the how to do it right that I focus on because there is a lot that can go wrong if you’re not paying attention. Communication is the key. Honest communication no matter how embarrassing.
This is why I say bondage is good for the soul. It allows you to bare that soul to your captor/dominant/lover and when that trusted person embraces this most precious part of you there’s no feeling more empowering in the world.
This is probably why I love my next hero Ted Basel. He SO gets this concept and he wants his heroine to not only understand it, but accept it so they can have a happily ever after with strings…er, I mean, ropes attached. He loves ropes. He also loves apples and he has this whole scenario likening people to apples as opposed to the layers of an onion that I just LOVE!
Here’s a small excerpt from one of their intimate scenes together. In it Ted is introducing Jo to erotic pain.

 

“I’m so proud of you. Let me get the last one on. Keep breathing,” he kissed her shoulder and the rapidly beating pulse point at the base of her neck. “You’re doing so well.” He felt rather than heard her indrawn breath. It was deep and dragged some of his hair in the breeze of its wake. “All done. This will be your new hell. The fire and pain you’ll have to walk through to get to heaven. And they’ll be heaven at the end of this journey. I promise you. That’s right. Close your eyes and fall in with it. Let the sensations control your body because you can’t do anything about them. There’s nothing to fear. The worst has happened. The first bite of how bad they can be came and went and all that’s left is a paler version of the same thing you’ve already endured.”
Jo listened to his voice. The tone and the quiet confidence that radiated through his words. He was right. Once the initial pain-filled sting zapped through her with each clamp he used on her, a different kind of ache or maybe sensation flowed. In her mind’s eye she pictured it like waves against the shore after a violent storm. Each crest mimicked the first, but became smaller and smaller still, until the ebbing tide caressed the bright white sands with a lover-like stroke. A gentle embrace that soothed rather than pounded the senses.
“Very good, princess.”
This time when he put his hands on her breasts a jolt of pure lust shot through her. From her nipples to her womb. The exciting thrums so intense she had to swallow back a moan.
“Don’t fight it. Let it in. Breathe.”
Even though her eyes were closed, she imagined she could see his hand as it trailed down her body. Over the cord across her stomach where his touch made her muscles clench and caused her skin to prickle warmly as the clamps tightened with the pull.
“Mmm…hot silk. This is what I like to feel. Let’s see if we can get you hotter. What do I have?”
His voice was low. Husky. Almost hypnotic and she had to strain to hear it. She didn’t want to open her eyes. She was too worried that if she did the languid and comfortable feeling gripping her would go away. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. A lulling kind of limbo where she didn’t want to go back because what came before hurt, but to go forward was to venture into the unknown. The present was the best place to be right now.
“I don’t want you to come, Jo, and you’re to do what I want, remember?” He gripped her hair where it was gathered, and pulled. She went with it. She didn’t fight the tug. It felt good not fighting it. “Say yes Sir.”
“Yes Sir.” Every time she referred to him this way she went deeper into herself, experiencing a titillating thrill from his dominance. Should she tell him that?
“Stop thinking and feel.”
She opened her mouth to explain, because surely this would make him happy, but then he put a vibrator directly on her clit and her whole world exploded in sensations. Every fiber in her being woke up. The flesh between her legs, the nerve endings there flared to life in a white-hot crest that was more startling than pain. As excruciating, but completely different. A tender torture as integral as it was intoxicating.
(End of excerpt)
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Riley

 

HERE IS THE FINAL SEGMENT OF THE KITTY SCENE IN REQUIRED SURRENDER…

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And here is the final scene

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AND THE PLOT THICKENS…

I always love saying that. Anyway here’s a slice of my life last night. Actually early this morning as what I’m about to share occurred in the wee hours. Here’s the setup. Honey and I are in bed and both of us were sound asleep in the pre-dawn darkness when this bird (I’m convinced it’s a loggerhead shrike) starts making noise. He’s loud, really loud and very passionate about whatever it is he wants to sing into the shadows. Anyway, I wake up and flop over onto my back. That’s when I notice Honey is already staring at the ceiling. After a full minute of us being quiet, side-by-side eyeing the ceiling while Mr. feathered Pavarotti belts out his tune, I whisper.
“It sounds like he’s saying ‘be scared, be scared, be scared.”
Honey grunts and then after a few seconds the bird’s chirping changes and I whisper, “Now it sounds like he saying, ‘run away, run away, run away.”
Again Honey grunts and once again, after a few seconds the bird’s chirping alters. “Now he sound like he saying ‘kill now, kill now, kill now’,” I whisper still staring up at the ceiling.
This time Honey’s head turns and I feel his eyes drilling into me through the darkness. “I’m sensing a theme. Should I be sleeping with one eye open?”
“No,” I assure without looking at him. Instead I close my eyes and snuggle deeper into the duvet with a sigh. “If I were going to take you out quick-like I’d want both your eyes opened so you know I did it.”
“Interesting.”
“Yeah, but I’m guessing if I was pushed to do something so drastic it would be because you really pissed me off. And that being the case? There’d be nothing quick about it. I’d use arsenic or Drain-o and poison you slowly over months and months. So your hair would fall out and your teeth would get weak. Your muscles too. Oh, and your brain would wilt…yeah, arsenic would be my choice. It’s easy enough to add to food as it’s barely detectable.”
By the time I was finished I knew my voice sounded like I was compiling a grocery list. I also knew Honey was up on elbow leaning over me. It was hard to keep a straight face because…well, the poor guy never really knows when I’m joking or serious and in this case? I just peppered in enough true-to-life-facts that he’d be worried I was plotting his demise.
“Hey.”
I crack one eye open.
“Is there something I should know?”
“Nope.” He lies back down and I wait until he’s comfy when I add. “I mean if I told you it would defeat the whole stealthy purpose of getting away with it, wouldn’t it?”
And there I am, laughing my ass off in the early morning hours as Honey lunges for me and growls, “Come here you.” Just before he yanks me into his arms and playfully bites my neck. “Tell me again how you’d do me in.”
 It’s at that moment I realize our little feathered Pavoratti-like friend had sung us a love song. How awesome. Giving Honey a hug I murmured, “How about I show you instead…”
A few minutes later I decided I was never going to cuss at the noisy guy ever again and that goes for the bird too.

This is what he looks like…the bird, I mean, not Honey.

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