Today I’m welcoming back an old friend, former blogger and fellow Canadian Kelly Jamieson. I had someone tweet me the other day asking if Kelly and I were the same person which made me giggle. I WISH. Take a look at Kelly’s photo – holy moly, I’d love to look like that. She’s hot! And she’s heating things up with her writing too…
Welcome back, Kelly Jamieson
When I wrote my book Power Struggle, the story was set in Santa Barbara and the main female character Tori belonged to a BDSM club called le Château. Tori had a play partner at the club named Gabe, a Master Dom. He met her needs and she met his, and although they’d been play partners for some time and knew each other very well, their relationship had never progressed to anything outside the club. When Tori meets Dev and they’re struggling in their developing relationship, it’s Gabe who gives them both advice, even though it’s fairly clear he has feelings of his own for Tori. Here’s a small bit from the scene where Dev is talking to Gabe:
Gabe’s mouth twisted and he met Dev’s eyes. “If we’re going to be honest here, I’ll admit that I was pissed off that you showed up in Tori’s life.”
Dev’s chest tightened. “I had that feeling.”
Gabe’s eyes narrowed. “Really?”
“I could tell you care about her. You’re in love with her yourself, aren’t you?”
Gabe didn’t answer for a long moment. The sounds of traffic on State Street mingled with the faint jazz music coming from inside the coffee shop and other voices chattering at tables around them. “Yeah,” he finally said, and his blue eyes went shadowy. Then his gaze sharpened on Dev. “Which is why I hate seeing her hurting.”
Once gain the irony of him saying that, after he’d taken a flogger to her, struck Dev, but this time he got it.
“She cares about you too,” he said, feeling like a knife was twisting in his chest.
“Not the same way,” Gabe said, the lines running from nose to mouth deepening. “I could see right away how she felt about you. She never felt that way about me.”
Then I went on to write Taming Tara, also set in Santa Barbara. Tara is trying to be successful in the business world, fighting her grandfather and other male businessmen all the way. She decides to try out being a Dominatrix to see if that fulfills her need to be strong and in control in an environment where men want to submit to her. So she goes to the same club as Tori – le Château. Tori and Tara never meet in either of those stories – but they do in my most recent release, Power Shift.
Many readers had asked for Gabe’s story, and I wanted to write it. It seemed fitting that Tara and Joe from Taming Tara, and Tori and Dev from Power Struggle should be in Gabe’s story. The heroine of Power Shift is Reagan, who moved to Santa Barbara a few years ago after her life fell apart. Reagan, Tori and Tara have a lot in common—they are similar in age and they are all successful businesswomen living in Santa Barbara. It turns out they all belong to the Young Professionals of Santa Barbara group, and are becoming friends. (I have to add here that if I’d actually planned these three books to be connected, I would never have named those two characters Tori and Tara!! Not a good writing move to have two characters with such similar names! But at that point it was too late to change them.)
It was also a challenge to incorporate the parts of Gabe I’d already written in Power Struggle. Because that book was already published, I had to stay true to the details I’d included about him. We knew he was hurt because the woman he’d grown to care about at the club fell in love with another man. We knew he was a successful businessman, and had struggled with his own dominance and living a lie. We knew he belonged to le Château. We knew his physical description. But there was so much about Gabe I didn’t know and he turned out to be quite a complex man. It was a challenge writing Gabe’s story, turning him into a three-dimensional character and finding the right woman for him, but I’m so happy with how it turned out!
Here’s another small excerpt, this one from Power Shift:
She arrived back precisely on time, an hour pretty much to the damn minute, and he grabbed his camera and his laptop.
“Do you want me to drive?” she asked.
“No.” He would drive. That road through San Marcos Pass was insane and there was no way he was riding as a passenger with someone whose driving skill he had no knowledge of or confidence in. “My vehicle’s right over here.” He led her to his old Jeep.
“I don’t mind driving.”
He stopped dead. Turned and looked at her. “Do you have to argue with everything I say?”
She blinked at him. “I’m not arguing. I merely said I don’t mind driving.”
“You’re doing it again!”
She stared at him, her pretty lips pressed together. Her caramel-colored eyes flashed sparks. “What do you want from me?” she asked coolly. “Do you want me to lie down and roll onto my back like a submissive dog?”
Oh hell, she did not just say that. He stared at her, taking in the pulse fluttering beneath the thin tender skin of her throat, the flicker of her eyes.
“You’d like me to just agree with everything you say, wouldn’t you?” she continued. “Just defer to you on every decision, no doubt. Let you control when our meetings are, where our meetings are and who should drive.”
Uh, yeah. That was what he wanted. He wanted control. He was the Master Dom of Le Château and he set the scene.
But this wasn’t a scene, and he’d walked away from all that until he got his head on straight.
He sucked in a long breath, breaking eye contact with her for a brief pause. He was acting like an idiot, yet again. Gathering up all his self-control he looked back at her. He smiled reluctantly. “Yeah,” he said. “That’s pretty much what I want.”
Several beats of tense silence passed. And then she smiled too. “Well, at least you’re honest.”