Saturday, March 15, 2014

How The Story Came to Be: Guest Post by Joelle Casteel

It's day 3 on my blog tour for the re-release of "Out of the Night: Book One" of my Vala's Story serial. Please visit this page if you want to catch up on missed posts. Thank you, Casey, for hosting me.

When I was coming up with my ideas for this tour and this post came to me, I just hoped that Emily Tilton would agree to host- something told me that she'd appreciate this story. Of course I've told it a few times, in a few ways, but never all these details. You're wondering what story that is? Well about the creation of Vala's story-verse :D .

I still remember the first time I saw Tom. I was just back from college for a visit. I'd escaped my parents to go to Ferndale to see my friends, the people I actually cared about. Larry was hitting on me and while I wasn't interested, I wasn't horrified or anything. But Tom was sitting at the big round table with Larry and he was hot. Giggling, I hid behind him, calling out "Hide me, hide me!" Oh his chuckles reached between my legs just like an erotic romance author would write. I finally stood up beside his chair, Larry having wandered off. I looked down into Tom's eyes and I could have come just standing there. Then I noticed all that crazy, curling hair of his, reaching down to the middle of his back. I'm sure I begged something then, although I can't recall quite what.

I was his slave, I wasn't his slave. College caused issues, then getting kicked out of college caused issues. He placed his bat necklace around my neck, marking me as his, even if only our friends at Gotham were familiar with that necklace. Hours spent in applying Goth make up, hours spent in traveling to him as neither of us had a car. I still don't know why "Old Gotham" ended up being the floor plan for Night when it was "New Gotham" that ended up being the location where we did our dance. We had been off for awhile, but then he decided to give me a second chance. I wasn't sure if or maybe how Liz was still around, his sometimes, something, Domme maybe. For I had fallen in lust, love, submission to a switch. His birthday was coming, January 19. 8 days before my own. I wanted the perfect gift for him. The gift that told him how I longed to openly be his slave. The gift that finally pleaded the case enough for why I dreamt of the time we could manage to have sex, for him to enjoy my body, for him to manipulate my body as he already did my mind.

So I started writing on my word processor. I knew I could write him a story. He'd loved the poem "Prettiness and Darkness Surround." Although an erotic poem was sure to gain his notice. The Queen. It made such sense as a character name. With his recreation of his own name, names upon names. When I heard his Vampire character name, Tarantula, it was always accompanied by the squeezing together of my legs, pushing the arousal back into me. I slaved over the writing, the typing, figured out how to print to the size... so I could take it to Kinko’s and get it bound. So much work that last night. Then going to Gotham, giving it. He remarked on how Vala was like me, although he didn't touch on the places she was like him, or that he was like The Queen.

Tom was living at Gotham. Then it closed. He said he'd contact me. I waited. Things went on with my husband and I- we were poly. I started to grow depressed. We met Shaman; I felt the stirrings of arousal again, but I was waiting for Tom. Oh Shaman and I both enjoyed the sex, but part of me was waiting. I got depressed enough; Shaman (not literally) said, "Shit or get off the pot." I cried out "Master!" as I started coming, riding Him in a chair.

What had been a birthday present for Tom evolved into a serial that's Vala's Story, the journey of Mearr from drug-addicted, homeless prostitute to Vala, who has sixteen weeks of training to find out how to please The Queen.

"Out of the Night: Book One" blurb

Restless and world-weary, Mearr isn't about to admit she needs anyone's help, even this gorgeous man who has taken her into his home. Well one of his homes and part of this huge family she's heard about but not met all of. She's young, looks young, and knows it but at least she's legal now so she can pick a new name to go with her new life...

The Queen knows he wants Mearr bad, ever since the first time he saw her in the window of the coffeehouse. He has his plan, but even a Dominant's plans don't always survive the unpredictability of the future. He struggles to figure out this temperamental woman he's brought home, how best to help her. Then he takes her to his mansion...

They wait patiently for The Queen to bring Mearr home. Well to the home they've been redecorating for Him and for the hopes that she'll become part of their family and be trained to please Him. Simon and Tommy have seen her, of course, being The Queen's right and left hands; they say she'll be a perfect addition...

Please come along with Joelle on this journey, shared with the readers in serial fashion. A multitude of "Happily-ever-afters" are waiting with the completion of book 9.
Author's Note: This novel is meant for open-minded adults. Activities described include a wide range of BDSM and sexual activities, some of which are male/male, male/female, consensual slavery, oral/anal/vaginal intercourse, bondage. The story also covers some sensitive topics in characters' backstories, such as drug abuse.

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Joelle's Bio:

Joelle Casteel has been writing for as long as she can remember. Explicit, graphic, her writing isn't for minors or the easily offended. Once upon a time, she preferred to write on a PC, sitting on a stool- there were those who told her she looked like Tori Amos playing the piano. She's still trying to get the hang of writing in an arm chair instead, normally with a heavy dog's head resting on her feet, whether she wants that or not. With BDSM gaining a broader audience with various books- which she will not name because she can't stand them- she feels it's past time to put out her impression of what BDSM can look like in reality.
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  1. This was interesting Joelle, thanks for sharing and congratulations of the re-release! Thank you Casey for hosting :)


  2. Thanks for the comment, Roz :) I'd told pieces of this story, but not quite all of it, like those moments when I first met Tom. Thanks on the re-release- it's been fun. And yup, Casey's a good friend :)

    Thanks, Casey for hosting :)

  3. Congratulations on the new release, Joelle! :)

  4. I hadn't heard that story before. It was really interesting. Thanks for sharing, Joelle. I'm so glad I popped in.

  5. I've heard bits of this story as well but it was nice to hear. Congratulations on the new release, Joelle. I wish you much success.

  6. thanks all for the congrats :)

    It's a fun story to tell. Even if parts are sad to remember

  7. Everything you write has such intensity, and such honesty, Joelle. It's powerful and humbling. Your stories deserve to reach a wide audience, and I hope they do xx

  8. You asked what I found funniest and I have to say your reaction to those long curls because I admit I would feel the same way! There is something about long hair on a guy (assuming its not a comb-back which is just creepy) is so nice to see.

    I find your writing to be very honest and sometimes overwhelming but I do look forward to getting your email every day. I am humbled and honored by the way you let us into your lives.

  9. Thanks Penelope and Heather for your comments.

    Aww and thanks again, Penelope. Intensity- I think some days my Master would ask for me to be less intense lol. Thankfully there's the internet so He doesn't have to deal with it quite so much :D

    Oh yes, Tom's curls, they were a beautiful thing to see back then, the way they framed his face. Although, Heather, with my Master, it was Tom's eyes I noticed first. I'm not big on eye contact, unless it's with a dom I'm interested in. and thanks, Heather. Sometimes I wonder if I could manage to be less intense- days like this when my mood is off, sometimes I wish for "average" or "normal," but then I really have no clue what those words mean.