Elizabeth Coldwell is in the Erotic Author Spotlight this week and you can find out all about this lovely lady with an incredibly naughty mind in her revealing feature below. There’s also a few naughty excerpts from her books to enjoy, so pop the kettle on and get ready to enter Elizabeth Coldwell’s erotic world of provocative and edgy stories. Thanks for being a part of the spotlights, Elizabeth!
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Hi, and thanks very much for letting me talk about myself and my work on your fabulous blog.
I suppose I could be classed as a veteran when it comes to writing hot and steamy fiction. My first stories were published in the pages of Forum magazine when I first started working there in the late 1980s . I was also responsible for launching and editing Erotic Stories magazine in the early 1990s, which as its name suggests was devoted to short stories and fantasies. That mag was a lot of fun to work on – we put together a lot of themed issues, covering everything from historical settings to sci-fi and fantasy, paranormal, parodies of books/films/TV shows and even one issue where authors were given an image as a writing prompt. In some respects we were very much ahead of our time, as in those days the erotic fiction market was almost totally concerned with contemporary settings and didn’t venture much into more diverse genres.
Since then, I’ve had novels, novellas and short stories published by imprints both in the UK and US, including the best-selling Black Lace Wicked Words series and Xcite Book’s Secret Library, whose paperbacks had deliciously strokable velvet covers. But I particularly enjoy writing for Totally Bound. My first story for them – a naughty seasonal ménage tale called The Christmas Box – came out in 2009, and since then I’ve been published in a number of anthologies, many of which have had BDSM themes, as that’s one of my favourite subjects to explore. During my time on Forum, I got to meet and talk with plenty of doms and subs, both professional and amateur, and I even got to explore the dungeon of the notorious Miss Whiplash herself, Lindi St Clair. Their insights and experience helped to shape my knowledge of the lifestyle and inform my writing. Plus I happen to think the whole idea of power dynamics and surrendering control to someone else is pretty damn hot!
As time has gone on, I’ve also delved deeper into gay fiction. It’s fun to get inside the head of a male character and find out what makes him tick, and the only thing better than writing about one gorgeous, sexy man is writing about two. Over the last year, I’ve been writing my first ever series of novels, Lionhearts, which combines gay and paranormal themes in a number of stories about lion shifters and the humans they are destined to take as their mates. This has enabled me to set books in interesting places like Amsterdam (my favourite city outside the one where I live and write, London) and the Champagne region of France. I’ve researched some dark topics for the Lionhearts series, like a cult that practices human sacrifice and a serial arsonist, so I hope no one’s checking my internet search history too closely.
I have plenty of new ideas in the pipeline, including a serial I’m itching to write about a shifter detective which will have a strong noir influence to it. But I still find the opportunity to indulge my great passions outside fiction – supporting my hometown football club, Rotherham United, and baking. Because you always have to make time for chocolate brownies, right?
The Christmas Box
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Outside it’s snowing, but inside they’re heating up the night.
Natasha is expecting to spend Christmas with her old friend, Joe, and a houseful of guests, but heavy snow puts paid to their plans. At first, she thinks they will be completely alone, but the arrival of Joe’s workmate, Ian, turns their twosome into a kinky threesome.
With the aid of some antique sex toys they discover in a box belonging to Joe’s late aunt, they begin to enjoy a variety of naughty BDSM games, in the course of which Natasha and Joe discover the strength of their true feelings for each other…
Ian was examining what appeared at first sight to be a pack of playing cards. On closer inspection, each one of them turned out to have a photograph of a different sexual position on one side, and a description of how to perform that position on the other. Joe had in all probability bought it for his friend as a joke—a way of getting a laugh when a group of people were gathered together having enjoyed a good meal and plenty of alcohol—but given everything which had just happened, it suddenly seemed a lot more serious.
“Well, I think we can find a use for both of these,” Joe said, “but before we go any further, we need to decide which of us is going to spank Natasha and which of us is going to fuck her.”
“Joe…” I began. I wanted to object. No one had ever expressed an interest in spanking me before, and if they had, I was certain I would have refused. And given that I was only wearing the ridiculously skimpy thong, I couldn’t begin to imagine what it would feel like to have that hard little brush slapping down on my unprotected backside. So why did the thought of it suddenly excite me? Surely it couldn’t just be that if I took my spanking like a good girl I knew I would be rewarded by feeling either Joe or Ian’s hard cock sliding into me?
“I think the only fair thing to do is toss a coin for it,” Ian said, reaching for the little bag of chocolates. “Whoever guesses right gets to choose what they do to Natasha.” I half-turned at the mention of my name, and he looked from Joe to me. “Everyone happy with that?”
I didn’t think I had much of a say in what they decided between them—something which, if I was honest, thrilled me tremendously. I wanted them to take the responsibility away from me for a little while, so I could just enjoy having both these hunks pleasure me in their different ways. Joe merely said, “I call heads.”
Ian flipped the chocolate coin, slapped it down on the back of his hand, then pulled his hand away, laughing. “It’s tails. Natasha, I’m going to fuck you—once Joe’s spanked your cute little arse.” From where I stood, it looked as though both men were more than happy with the arrangement. As for me, all I could do wait a little apprehensively for whatever might be about to happen next.
Joe went to sit in the armchair. “Come on, over my knee,” he said, spreading his thighs a little way apart. I did as he asked, feeling rather foolish as I arranged myself on his lap. Even without an audience, this would have been embarrassing, but Ian had made sure to come close and get the best view he could of the proceedings. I raised my head for a moment, only to see him watching with a smirk on his face as Joe gently brushed the bristles of the brush over my bare arse cheeks. The prickly sensation made me squirm a little, but I knew he was only teasing me. The real spanking was yet to begin.
Wagers Of Sin
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Selina will never be a true dominant until she learns to submit…and Marcus bets he can show her how.
Selina prides herself on her skills as a dominatrix, with a string of pretty slave boys as her lovers. But these affairs never last, and her equally dominant best friend, Marcus, knows she needs something more. He claims she’ll never be a true dominant until she learns what it means to submit, and during a day at the races, he offers her a wager to prove it. If his horse wins, she must submit to him for a month. If it loses, he’ll switch and become her slave.
When the horse takes first place, Selina’s world is turned upside down. Mistress becomes servant, as Marcus puts her through her paces, issuing instructions she’s forced to obey and making her endure the most public of punishments. But Selina can’t deny she loves the feeling of submitting to her gorgeous friend, even as he tests her to her limits. She might have lost the bet, but has she won the love of a true master?
Reader Advisory: This book contains anal play and all the excitement of a day at the races!
“I’ve never told you this before, but, when I first knew I wanted to dominate women, I decided I ought to find out what it was like to be dominated. I needed to know how it felt to take a punishment, so that, when I was spanking a girl or using a whip on her, I’d know what she was going through. I thought that if I could understand the submissive’s point of view, I’d appreciate my own all the more.”
“So what did you do?” I knew we should really be heading for the box. Marcus had invited a couple of other guests, business clients of his, and I suspected they’d be wondering where we’d got to. But his logic was beginning to make sense, and I needed to hear the end of the story.
“I went to a woman whose card I plucked out of a phone box on the Euston Road,” he admitted. “Mistress Garnet, her name was. I could have played out a scene with someone I already knew—I’d been to a couple of club nights by then, down at a place under the arches by Vauxhall Tube station, and I’m sure I could have found someone suitable there—but I felt easier going to a professional, somehow. I knew she wouldn’t judge me. To her, I’d be just another client.”
“And what happened?”
Marcus’ face took on a distant quality, as he dredged up the memory. “I had to strip down to my boots the moment I’d handed over what she called her ‘tribute’. I’ve never been so nervous getting undressed in front of someone, before or since. She just stood watching me with this completely dispassionate look on her face while I hopped around from foot to foot, trying to get my trousers off over my boots.”
I smiled to myself. In all the time I’d known Marcus, he’d never been less than totally in control. Even when he’d split from Lydia, he’d done his best to hide the true extent of his distress. So to think of him fumbling to take his clothes off, trying to obey this dominatrix’s orders, was an eye-opener to say the least. Though I didn’t want to admit it, the image was turning me on, too. I never failed to experience a thrill whenever a man stripped himself bare on my command, but that didn’t explain why I found the thought of Marcus exposing himself in this way quite so exciting.
“So what was she like, this Mistress Garnet? Young, old, attractive, ugly?”
“She was absolutely stunning. I mean, you know most of the women who advertise with tarts’ cards just take a picture of a model in thigh boots from some magazine and pass it off as themselves, but she’d used her own photo, and if anything it didn’t do her justice. She must have been about forty, and no one used the term ‘cougar’ in those days, but that’s what she was. Black hair, high cheekbones—thinking about it, Selina, she looked quite a bit like you, only with blue eyes instead of those amazing pale green ones of yours. Anyway, she wore this skin-tight black leather catsuit with a zip running all the way down it, right between her legs. I couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d look like with it unzipped, but I had the feeling that unless I was a very good boy, I wasn’t going to find out.”
Marcus describing himself as a ‘good boy’. Whatever next? I wondered.
“When I’d taken off everything but my boots, she ordered me to get down on my knees and worship her feet. She had on these Victorian-style boots that came halfway up her calves, with high, spindly heels, and she told me to lick them till she could see her face in them. I did as she asked, licking till my mouth was dry and all I could taste was shoe polish. Then she slid one of those wicked stiletto heels between my lips and made me suck it, just like I was sucking on a cock. I would never have believed it, but obeying all her instructions was making me hard…”
Taming The Lion, Lionhearts Book 2
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Will he sacrifice everything for the sake of his human mate?
Thwarted in his efforts to become head of the Amsterdam pride of lion shifters, Kaspar de Wit flees to England. He finds himself in Bath, home of the biggest English pride, and begins to make a new life among friends. What he doesn’t know is that he’s moved to a city steeped in bloody ritual. Destiny seems to have drawn Kaspar to the place where he’ll meet his mate–but does something more horrifying lie in wait for him, too?
Jon Fellowes, professor of archaeology at Bath University, is obsessed with the standing stones that dominate the Somerset landscape and the people who raised them. He’s heard tales of strange creatures, half-man, half-lion, that once roamed the land, but dismisses them till he meets the beautiful Kaspar and learns the bizarre truth of his nature. As an ancient rite is revived and terror stalks the countryside, can Jon and Kaspar overcome the natural distrust between humans and shifters to find true love? Or will one of them be forced to make the ultimate sacrifice?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of voyeurism, MM orgies and bloody violence.
He brought his mouth down on Jon’s in a kiss as sweet as it was unexpected.
Jon smiled against Kaspar’s lips, his eyes closed tight. When Kaspar sought to push his tongue into Jon’s mouth, deepening the kiss, he didn’t resist.
“You taste good,” Kaspar murmured as they broke apart for a moment. “I could spend the rest of my life kissing you from head to toe.”
“Well, why don’t you start now?” Jon spoke with a boldness that surprised him.
“Anything you say…”
With their mouths locked together, they tugged at each other’s clothing, undoing belts, buttons and all the fiddly things that stood in the way of their being naked.
Kaspar sucked and nipped at Jon’s neck then pushed the tip of his tongue into the folds of his ear. The wet pressure made Jon squirm and he let out a little noise somewhere between a giggle and a moan.
“Ticklish, huh?” Kaspar grinned evilly. “Now that’s something I need to file away for future reference.”
So maybe this isn’t going to be a one-off…
By now, Kaspar had his T-shirt off, giving Jon a view of his well-toned, almost hairless chest. Jon found his mouth watering at the thought of licking Kaspar’s hard little nipples. He stood up so he could pull down his cords. With his shirttails hanging down and his erection threatening to escape from the opening of his boxers, he must have looked a little ridiculous, but his companion didn’t seem to mind.
Kaspar removed his own jeans, raising his hips so he could wriggle them down and off. Beneath them, he wore white trunk-style underwear that hugged the curving length of his dick. He sat for a moment, stroking himself through the thin jersey material. Jon thought he’d never seen anyone look so blatantly sexual. This man had an aura like none he’d ever encountered—primal and untamed—and Jon couldn’t help but respond to it on an instinctive level.
He all but pushed Kaspar back against the sofa cushions and clambered on top of him. Now he kissed the Dutchman with all the passion he had, as if all the frustrations of the long, lonely months since he’d split up with Simon were pouring out of him. He ran his hands over Kaspar’s torso, circling his tight nipples with the pads of his thumbs.
Kaspar yanked at his shirt, pulling it apart and sending a couple of the buttons flying in the process. Once he’d bared Jon’s chest, he covered it with kisses, moving gradually lower until his mouth hovered just above the waistband of Jon’s boxers. The hot bulge of his cock had somehow slipped into the groove between Jon’s arse cheeks as though it belonged there.