Sizzling PR VBT: Interview with Bonnie Bliss, author of Halloween Submission

Please welcome multi-published author, Bonnie Bliss to the blog today! Bonnie, who is your favorite character from this book? Can you include an excerpt involving this character?

BB: In Halloween Submission, it would have to be Millie Newton. Her book was actually the first in the series, but she flowed out of me like she had made a nice little home in my brain just waiting to come out. She’s a spit fire. She speaks her mind and takes no prisoners. There is a sample below:

“Oh my god! I look so slutty it is hilarious. God I wish Brad was here,” Millie turned around and moved her spill of curls to the side. “Can you zip me, please?”

Lucy smirked as she zipped up the naughty maid uniform Millie had found. She was in six inch hooker heels, and the same thigh highs and garters. Millie bent over and Lucy squealed in shock.

“Is that a thong?”

Millie’s creamy, perfectly shaped bare ass moved out of view as she straightened. Turning to give Lucy a mischievous expression, she shrugged.

“Yes, I mean, there is no reason I can’t get laid. Brad is at war. The man looks at me like I’m thirteen. I still have needs, Lucy.”

“Yeah, but Tom—“

“Tom needs to get over himself. He acts like I’m ten. It’s worse. No, grab that mask, get it on, and let’s get going. I’m hankering for a spanking. Let’s see how bratty I have to be to get one,” she winked and darted out of the room.

In Twisted Ropes, it is by far The Wizard. You only get a peak of him in this book. He has a scene at the end and every beta/critique tried to coax me into more about him, I could tell by the comments. I refused to give up more information on him, I can only give a little tidbit, because this scene is sort of vital to the story in the future:

“Want to play with her? She is quite responsive, loves to lick cunt according to my men. I haven’t tried her yet. But she does look delicious, doesn’t she?”

He took a step forward. Leaning at the waist he brushed his hand cross her blue black hair. His lips grazed over her lightly green tinted flesh. It was that color all over. And he loved turning it red with his whip and cane. She was a masochistic little slut. He would own her soon. Once he got D.G. in his hands, D.G. would take care of the annoying bitch, Elphie, whom he held out bringing down all this time.

How long have you been writing with the hopes of publication?

BB: Since I was nine years old, it could have been sooner, but that is as far back as I can remember weaving stories. I knew then, writing was my calling.

What genres do you write in, and what appeals to you about those genres?

BB: Paranormal Romance, BDSM, Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, and GLBT.

Paranormal, because I LOVE all things supernatural, however, I am not so good with the witches. I will leave witches to other author. BDSM because I am in the lifestyle, I am a collared masochist. I love just writing what I know. It is easy, it is like breathing writing a good spanking scene. Fantasy, because weaving a fairy tale is the best on a cold winters night. Urban Fantasy, because I love action, alternate universe, and supernatural beasts trying to take over a world. GLBT because two men and two women, or even a sweet ménage just does it for me.

Can you describe your daily writing routine?

BB: It is actually borderline lazy. ;-P I hate to say that, but just ask my husband, because it’s true.

I have an 8 year old, so her world has to be sorted first. Up with her, then off to school, I come home, eat, shower, tidy, THEN I sit down check emails, then I write!

Writing for me has to be outlined first. It isn’t a pretty outline, it is scratched notes and hasty typings in a word document. It is scene by scene in a half sentence or sentences. It is actually very disorganized, but it works for me

What author(s) have influenced your writing style?

BB: Anne Rice, Kresley Cole, Karen Marie Moning, Gena Showalter, Annabel Joseph, Kitty Thomas, and Cristiana D. Christian.

I think they most inspire me as powerful women. Our writing style is all our own. We all have a unique voice, but they inspire a lot of young writers, and that is the most important thing of all.

Do you belong to a critique group or have critique partners? If so, what have you learned from them? How has it affected your writing?

BB: Funny thing about that, I used to be part of a critique group. I felt like the loser kid in the corner because I was new, and I only knew ONE person, and she was never in the group after she invited me. It was hard to get anyone to read your work, and it was discouraging. So, I left. I befriended some reviewers and fellow authors and they have been SO HELPFUL, HONEST, and supportive! I think the best critique I got was, “That dialogue is hokey and kind of ridiculous, change it.” LOL! I need that honesty. I don’t need people gushing and telling me how great it is, I need the low down. I want the final product to make my work shine, and my critique partners do that for me.

What is the best piece of advice you would give to aspiring authors?

BB: Don’t give up. Rejection should make you work harder, not give up. There is always someone, and there is always yourself and self publishing.

Halloween Submissive

Halloween has arrived and Tom Newton is stressed with his job as a fireman. His best friend Rob, a submissives’ wet dream, is having a play party on Halloween night. Lucy, a nurse who has secretly been crushing on Tom, has decided to go to the party. Tom has decided that he needs to release some tension, and have some fun during his time off. What Lucy and Tom don’t know is that Rob, his best friend, and Millie, Tom’s sister, have set this up. Join them as they enjoy a hot night of bondage play. Can it all run smoothly? Will true love blossom? Will the Master get his slave? There is only one way to find out.

A story packed with sultry moments of Dominance and submission. Halloween Submission promises to be the hottest holiday this year.

Warning: This book is intended for readers over the age of 18. It contains, but is not limited to intense bondage play, references of Sadomasochism, impact play, anal play, and one hot night on All Hollow’s Eve, you aren’t soon to forget.

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Excerpt:

“Such a pretty Kitty you are.”

“I have always wanted to spank Catwoman. You’re not focused are you?” He was shaking his head.

Her body shivered. She wanted this, but not with him. She wanted it with the stranger—with Tom. Lucy knew more than anything she could place her fantasy in the arms of this leather clad Adonis. Robert had been a means to an end all those months ago, a body to suck out the stress and pain through his Sadistic edge.

“On your knees! Crawl to the bench, you know which one, don’t look at me that way.”

She averted her gaze. Her head dropped in respect. The new focus of her attention—it went right to the man at the door. He had gotten closer though, having actually stepped into the room. The heat of his gaze penetrated her to the very core and shot straight to her pussy. The walls of her vagina clenched. Lucy sucked in a deep breath as warm fingers pressed against her chin and lifted her head. Looking at Robert felt wrong somehow. She kept her thoughts on the mystery man in black. It was him. He gave her the mind set to put Tom in Robert’s place.

“On the bench, Kitty. You know the drill.”

She did. God, did she know the drill. Every hair on her body felt lifted. Her heart pounded and she started to tingle from head to toe. Even her scalp took on the effect. Nipples puckered in the tight confines of the corset; hidden to the riveted gaze of the stranger watching her. This was her test. To show him how beautiful her submission was. That was all she needed now to wash away the stress and exhaustion from the long shift at the hospital. She wanted it so bad to be Tom, but she settled for the fantasy as she laid her body across the padded branch. Her breasts, if they were free, would be dangling off either side. Robert didn’t bind her. The man knew how to keep a woman bound with the power of his authority and his voice.

In her line of vision came a beautiful paddle. It was thick dark wood, oiled to shine. On one side the word naughty was etched. That was for moments with one good swat; a reminder spanking. This was something else entirely. It was a show, a game. Robert knew, she knew, and the man watching knew this was all for him. Lucy definitely wiggled her ass, still covered in sheer lace.

“How many Kitty?”

“Eight,” said without hesitation.

She could feel his smile as Robert rubbed his suddenly scalding palm against her buttock.

“Such a pretty Kitty you are.”

The hand was gone. Pulses sounded off loud in her ear. It seemed like hours before the shot of pain vibrated through her flesh, exploding out of her in a moan that came out as it was supposed to.

“One.”

Sweet euphoric bliss settled into the heat that now simmered in her ass cheeks. Two and three came quickly, to the top of her thighs. The sting mixed with dull pain made her whimper out the count. The fourth came to a lower spot on her left thigh. Her fingers started to curl up. Her toes were like shriveled things in her high heels. The man was watching. He was now standing in front of her, a few steps away, causing an orgasm to rise to the surface as if she would boil over.