Interview with Daizie Draper – Sorority Pledge Saga
Today I’m welcoming the enticing Daizie Draper to my blog. She was nice enough to stop by, talk about her “Sorority Pledge” Series, and answer some questions for us…
What was the inspiration behind this book?
This chimeric spanko freak in college, who already knows she’s submissive, jumped into my head and begged me to find her a dominant, sweetie pie. But their romance has bumps and dark turns, along with the heat and passion, which take them both by surprise.
A lot of the M/f BDSM romances have the sub clueless about her submission, where she has to be awakened to it. It was bugging me that it was so prevalent, or at least, in books I kept coming across. Some people just know how they are and don’t need that jolt or a song and dance of seduction to convince them they’re not vanilla. And I liked the idea of an inexperienced girl already being fascinated by spanking and already knowing exactly what she wants and needs before ever being fully intimate with a guy. Addison learned a lot about sex from spying on her neighbors when she was nine, and she noticed the dissatisfaction of the husband and decided way back then, that she’d never settle for less than what she truly wanted. And what she wants more than anything is a Dom to please and submit to.
She connects instantly with Logan, a junior at her college, when he spanks her for chucking eggs at his mansion on Halloween at the demand of her sorority, and she has to have him.
Which character spoke to you the most while you were writing this book or which was your favorite?
They both speak to me, but mostly Addison does at this time. She tapped my shoulder first and told me her secrets. My 10-novella saga, Sorority Pledge, is told through her voice, so I hear her more, but Logan will get his own one-off book of fulfilled fantasies called My Sorority Pet. He’s already whispering dirty things to me for his turn. I can’t wait! The more I know him, the sexier he gets.
Tell us about your favorite atmosphere for writing.
I like it quiet, especially now that I’m writing erotic romance. And I also can’t write anything at all with people around. Haha. I need to be in a zone, and once I’m there, I get kind of annoyed by the little things that yank me out of it, like people stopping by unexpectedly. When I’m in my writing space, I like to just go, and when I have to put it off, I can lose some of the raw essence. I’ll sometimes wake up at 3 a.m. to write if I start visualizing scenes while I’m in bed.
Tell us about your “discipline” for writing. Are you consistent – writing at the same time every day or do you write in spurts and stops?
I write in spurts. I tried having a daily goal, but I don’t come up with the best stuff this way. I wrote the first 40,000 words of this series in three days though. The idea hit me in a rush, and I just went with it. From the beginning, I knew this would be a fun-filled, bumpy journey for this pair as they try their first dip into the realm of BDSM while trying to balance college life. I knew at the pace I was going, that it would be over 200,000 words, so I decided to give it to readers in three different ways, as 10 novellas, 2 bundles and one full collection.
Do you have a project in the works that you’d like to tell us about?
Well, I write shorter works under the name Krissy Rose. I have one novelette out now: The Kink Therapist: Sexy Short 1 – Nothing But Trouble. Next year, I’m writing an erotic romance about a professional Dom and Kink Therapist who falls in love with his conservative neighbor, so as time allows, I’m releasing shorts that features some of his clients/patients as they aim to function and be comfortable with their various kinks.
I do have a BDSM pseudo-incest book in the works, but I screeched to a halt because it’s become this ick niche of late. If I finish it, I’ll probably post it up on BooksieSilk for free because so many online sellers hate this niche. Not sure why when there’s no blood relation. The step brother and sister in my novel didn’t even meet until she was a junior in high school. And she’s a junior in college, home for spring break, when the story opens. He’s a quickly fading rock star trying to keep his career afloat after his latest album tanked and when she shows up unannounced, they clash, and after lots of fighting, they get kinky. To me, it’s no different than Clueless, except for the leather and spanking.
How do you make yourself stand out in a competitive market?
I don’t. Err, I know. That’s bad. I should get spanked. I’d get more sales, surely, if I worked harder at that. I haven’t really done a ton of marketing yet. I had a release day party, which was fun. Once I have more of my novellas out, I’ do more target advertising. I also started doing cross promo with other New Adult authors. Blair Babylon, for instance, has a serialization of erotic romance/New Adult books, so having similar themes and serializations, we promote each other’s freebie in the back of our books.
I’d like join a spanking fiction or BDSM anthology too at some point, even if it’s a free bundle. The best way to make yourself standout is to get visible, and the more places you can show up, the better.
I don’t look at fellow authors who write in my genre like competitors, even though they essentially are. I love to read and find good books myself, and most of the authors I’ve met in person and online are even more supportive and helpful in my writing career than family and friends.
What do you do when you’re not writing?
I’m a wife and mom, so I love spending time with my family, cooking, watching movies and sports. We love playing games. The only challenge is keeping all the pieces or cards. So far, Electronic Battleship is still stocked with plenty of ammo and it doesn’t even need any cardboard ships.
What is your favorite color?
Hard to pick because I like so many, but blue is the most calming, and it makes me happy. Plus, my favorite sports teams are all blue.
What are you reading right now?
I am not reading anything right now, but once I get more books finished, I will start on The Songs of Submission and Club Shadowlands.
Blurb
When sorority pledge, Addison Montgomery, gets caught chucking eggs at a mansion at the demand of her sisters on Halloween, she’s punished by the rich man’s son, Logan Thorndike, a hot junior at her college, and they get swept up in the delicious power exchange and a tumultuous squall of passion. Addison is certain Logan is the perfect full-time Dom for her, but he’s doing all he can to keep the darker corners of his soul in check. With her chasing him down and not letting up, he tentatively claims her as his because he can’t resist her sexy flirtation and naughty behavior that demands a strong dose of correction.
As they engage in loads of hot “funishment” and experience the thrill of D/s and kink, Logan quickly settles into his position over her. But jumping into a BDSM lifestyle, while trying to balance college life and their animalistic lusts, may be way too hot for them to handle. The dark turns and bumps in the road take them both by surprise and threaten to derail everything beautiful they’re striving to create.
* * * This 107,700-word collection is the first 5 books in the 10-part Sorority Pledge Saga, a serialization that follows a rocky romance centered around the edgy bliss of Domination and submission. Please be 18+ and naughty enough for a spanking of your own. * * * (Based on industry standards, this book is about 475 pages.)
Excerpt
Logan backed me into the gallery wall with delicate digits against my spiraling tummy. My heart sped when he drew close to me, his chest stopping a few inches from mine. His left arm arched over me on the wall as he leaned in. Logan’s lips looked so kissable, soft and delicious. My god, was he actually going to plant them on me? Electric sparks simmered beneath my skin, and they fluttered up to my face and down to my unpopped cherry. I felt hotter and hotter as I held his intense gaze, until I was boiling with need.
“Third phase is your choice,” he whispered all husky. His touch at my abdomen drifted down, down, until he was skimming across my thigh, whisking back and forth, then it began dancing, floating, rising, ever so softly, right under the hem of my flimsy skirt. He never lost contact with my skin or gaze during the glorious ascent.
Breaths skipped out of my nostrils in double time. My lungs were on fire, hot and raspy with want, and my lips felt parched, drawing out a stroke of my tongue.
“Seven hundred and twenty-six,” he muttered.
“Mmm, what?”
“Including hundreds of playfully delivered warm-up slaps, that’s where we’re at.”
“Oh. You counted? Wow, that’s a lot.”
“Indeed. That’s way more than I expected to give you.” His chickadee wings finally reached their destination, stopping and curling right under my soaked flower. “And look what we have here.”
I gasped when two fingers drew lines along my flesh.
He tsked and said, “Syrup on tap, even more than when I last checked.” Logan gently stroked the folds of my slit and covered my mouth with his other hand, shielding a moan when he edged the entrance with little circles. “Shhh, bad girl. How many spanks does it take to make an impact on a spanko who’s loving every minute of her punishment?”
I shrugged, but it morphed into a shiver when the breeze from the opened front door tickled my body and bitch-slapped the internal heat that was so close to consuming me.
“Neither do I. You’ve cried, sure, but not because you’re sorry. The truth is right here.” He looked down on the fondling action and back up, reclaiming my hypnotized stare. I was captivated and awestruck by the autumn in his eyes. “Want me to stop?”
Fuck no. His hand still blocking my lips, I shook my head side to side.
“Didn’t think so.” He released my mouth, placing his curled hand back over my head, but his other touch, building now, had me drowning in desire.
I quivered and clamped my jaw to kill the wild groan of ecstasy rushing along my tongue, as he thrust up inside me and finger-fucked me in the hallway while kids were getting treats right around the corner. I closed my eyes and lolled against the wall.
“Mmm, you’re so juicy.” He pressed his upper body closer until his lips were tickling my ear. His furious pulse was maddening against my boobs.
God, how I wanted this man. My eyes opened wide when I realized I’d hooked my fingers into his waistband and pulled his pelvis closer. I dropped my hand and raked my nails, accidentally I think, but not regrettably, against the restrained bulge that was still too far away from me.
“Naughty girl.” As he glided his fingers up into me, again and again, he inhaled deeply, his nose right on my skin. All of his touches flared twangy ribbons of energy through my body. “Speaking of juicy … you smell like peach. Not fake peach, real peach, ripe, succulent and sweet, ready to be eaten. It’s such a surprising scent for the dead of fall. Your shampoo or your body spray. Or maybe … it’s just you. Wanna know what I think, Luscious?”
He pulled back from me, but I was a puddle now, still tingling on my ear and in my well of passion. He stopped moving his hand but stayed buried inside me. I cursed my cunt as it squeezed at the desired intrusion of its own volition, begging him to resume that scorching slide. Could I be more slutty?
“I think your face should get redder than that ass and that embarrassment should linger in your gut for days, so much so, that you don’t even have to recall the event, it’s just there, constantly biting at your bits and making you burn. I think your stomach and legs should tremble so much, you’re convinced they’ve turned to Jell-O. I think you should whimper and cry deep in your soul because I made you feel like the bad girl you are. And I think you should, at the end of it all, feel totally absolved and repentant. I can make that happen. You shouldn’t be here getting your kinky kicks for free on my dime. I can punish you right, but you’d have to follow me into the darkness and do exactly as I ask. It wouldn’t be pretty. That’s option one. Or you can take the safer road and let me top you off at eight hundred with my hand, or a hairbrush perhaps, and you can leave here, knowing you didn’t get the punishment you truly deserved.” He took his hand off my mouth, slid out of my truth and slowly sucked my blabbermouth juice off his fingers. My loins jolted and ached. He ran his tongue across his fucking awesome lower lip, and I could smell my arousal on him, all spicy sweet. “Mmm. You are the peach. If I took a ripened slice, dipped it in butter and sugar and gave it a sprinkle of salt and pepper, it wouldn’t be as delectable, but it would be very close to the taste of you. Eating you out would surely be a heavenly experience, but only real angels deserve such a fun reward. You are here for punishment. Choose your poison.”
I clutched a fistful of his T-shirt and looked him dead in the eye as I breathed out, “Punish me … as you see fit.”
His eyes squinted, stealing the flames of Eros, and his breath hitched up to tango with mine. He was turned on, inspired, thrilled by my pick. He waited three seconds for me to change my mind, but I kept my trap shut. “There’s no backing out.”
“I made my choice and will hold to it.”
“Very well.”
About the Author
Daizie Draper is a happily married sex fiend, who loves to write naughty stories that mix the sweetness of impressionistic art, spanking and beauty. She hates big bugs, freedom crushers, injustice, artificial orange and onions. Along with 27 other people in the world, she has never read 50 Shades of Grey. She’s the author of the 10-novella Sorority Pledge Saga that follows the steamy romance between college students, Addison and Logan, who have a bent for BDSM. They adopt a D/s lifestyle while trying to balance college life, but the savage passion they whip up may be way too hot for them to handle.
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