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.
Buy it on-
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As they
become available, please check on the "My
Books" page for links to buy on Amazon.com,
Barnes and Noble, and Allromanceebooks.com, if you'd prefer not to
buy at Smashwords.
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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