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Finding the Character

How does a Jack White/Twenty One Pilots/Linkin Park gal from Philly write a tall, blonde, country-music-lovin’ cowboy from Texas?

Research.

I don’t mean sticking your head in a book. Don’t simply read about things you want to add to your characters. Talk to people. Pick their brains. You will be amazed what people tell you, especially when you say you’re a writer.

It’s fun. Fight your inner-recluse.

So where did I find Sabin Allister Timonen, the protagonist for my upcoming release, Godsend, A Masters of the Order Novel?

All my characters are mosaics of people I meet. I lived in Texas for a few weeks. Licked the brain of every person I met there. One tall drink of water working security at the Salt Lick BBQ really brought Sabin to life. Yup, nothing better than a captive audience, but the kink writer in me digresses. I talked to that guy for over an hour. I can still picture the devil in his eyes while he tipped his hat, all lazy Southern grace, and drawled, “Nice meetin’ ya, ma’am.”

But the country music he adored was a challenge. I’m not really a fan.

Then I did some pro bono legal work for a friend. To say thanks, he gave me tickets to see Blake Shelton. Thought because Blake was on TV, I might know him. I didn’t. Not a single song. But I went to his concert (stellar performer by the way). It was like that concert triggered some dormant gene in my husband. Country music seeped into his Buffalo, NY blood, and that was it. My social butterfly has dragged me to concert after concert. Turn on the CMAs and I’ve seen that band. Blake, Brad Paisley, Dirks Bentley, Miranda Lambert, Carrie Underwood, Jason Aldean, Easton Corbin, Zac Brown, Florida Georgia Line, Lady Antebellum, Eric Church (okay, so I’m kinda crushin’ on E)…I could go on.

Don’t let me give you the impression that all that steel guitar is a bad thing. Country music found its way into our daily life. It became one of those quirky sparring points that make a couple a couple. Viola. My country-music-loving cowboy and his rock-and-roll lady were born! Although to salve my blues/alt soul, I gave Sabin long blonde hair in homage to Robert Plant (lost the curls in editing-boo-hoo).

So the point is this: There’s a saying, “Write what you know.” If you don’t know it, don’t simply read it. Experience it. Touch it. Taste it. Smell it. Hear it. Live it as best you can. And to be totally clichéd, it’s a journey. Enjoy it. Your characters will thank you.

Further reading on the craft points of characterization:
Writing-World.com assembled a super list of articles on all things characterization: http://www.writing-world.com/menus/characters.shtml
Gotham Writer’s Characterization Questionnaires: https://www.writingclasses.com/toolbox/character-questionnaire
Author’s Craft Narrative Elements-Characterization: http://udleditions.cast.org/craft_elm_characterization.html
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Breakfast in Paradise – A Free Short Story

To celebrate the re-release of Paradise, A Masters of the Order Novel, I am offering my readers a free short story starring Jacques and Isabella. Thank you for your love and support.

Breakfast in Paradise

“Don’t freak out. Do not freak out. Just breathe.”

Isabella inhaled the perfect blend of coffee and salt air. And the view? She couldn’t imagine the price tag on something like that. Paradise doesn’t exist on earth, but there are pieces.

Jacques Meszaros’s villa in Monaco was a huge piece.

She thrust her hands into her hair, ready to burst into a million impatient bits.

Would she? Wouldn’t she?

Should she? Shouldn’t she?

On her umpteenth rotation of Jacques’s lavish kitchen, she decided. She would. She shouldn’t, but ah yes. She would. Because buried beneath her conservative Catholic exterior lay a latent desire. A secret lust for the taboo of being mastered. A hunger for the forbidden fruit.

She’d never actually tasted it though. Until she found herself in paradise with a man who promised to turn fantasy into reality.

Read the full story on my publisher’s Loosen Your Id blog.

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Available now at Loose Id, Amazon, and other major eBook retailers.

Truth or Dare? Play with Nico and Julianne from Masterpiece, the first release in the Masters of the Order series

Truth or Dare 

Truth or dare, Julianne?

Dare.

Why had she taken a dare from Nicolai Stavros of all people?

The Big Bad Wolf to her Little Red. The masterful, erotic artist with forbidden tastes. A Master of the Order.

A secretive smile slipped across Julianne’s lips.

Oh, yes. She knew exactly why.

Her seduction had been artful. It began the moment she accepted Nicolai’s dare. It intensified when she untied the red bow on the huge box Nicolai had delivered to her apartment. It spiked when she lifted the lid. High-class slut wear, a hotel room key, and a note that said, Beauty in boldness.

Quite a dare.

Julianne took a last look at her reflection. Midnight-blue corset, lace panties, silk thigh-high stockings, and a pair of velvet stilettos worthy of the highest-priced escort. The selections of a sexual Dominant. Her Dominant.

And the conservative black Burberry trench coat?

Quite a joke.

Julianne shifted her corset to plump her breasts, dabbed her lips with cherry-red gloss, wrapped the revised version of herself in Burberry’s finest, and headed into the unknown.

Even with the coat, all eyes fell on her while she made her way through the elegant lobby of the George V Hotel in Paris. If the doorman hadn’t recognized her, she would have been turned away. No ladies of the night allowed, even ones wrapped in 4,000€ designer coats. But there would be no turning back. The punishment for not following through with Nicolai’s dare would be far more painful than a few awkward moments in an invisible spotlight.

Julianne held her head high and walked to the elevators. Proud of her boldness and aroused by the decadence of Nicolai’s game. Anticipation thrilled her senses while she slipped the keycard into the lock.

What lay on the other side of the door?

What would the man who summoned a coquette do when she answered his call?

The hotel room was as black as a cave. Pitch black.

Nicolai’s presence filled any space he occupied as if it were an entity separate and distinct from the man, and she felt him inside. Her fingers fumbled for a light switch.

“No light. Step into the room. Lose the coat.”

The coat fell away. Cool air washed over her skin, making her aware of her near-nakedness. She took a careful step forward, unable to see, but frighteningly able to sense the danger looming in the dark.

A beam of blue-white light cut through the blackness to shine directly into her eyes. She couldn’t see Nicolai’s face, only the cufflink glinting at his wrist and his hand–his talented hand–holding a flashlight.

The light dropped to her mouth.

“Blow me a kiss.”

She puckered her glossy lips. “Mwah.”

The light ran over the mounds of her breasts, lingered on the silk of her corset, and settled on her crotch.

“Lose the panties.”

Julianne bent and slipped the small piece of silk down her legs. She teetered on one stiletto when she lifted the other, and heard Nicolai chuckle. A contained, arrogant sound. A Dominant’s laugh that touched like a warm hand.

“Are you ready for me?”

Oui.”

Montre-moi.” Show me.

She spread her legs for her voyeur, separated her secret lips, and held them open for the cerulean eyes she couldn’t see. Her clitoris glistened in the beam of light.

Touche toi.” Touch yourself.

Holding her moist lips aside with two fingers, Julianne began to stroke herself. She felt Nicolai’s gaze on the finger trailing circles over the small piece of slick flesh. It swelled and thickened beneath the slow, velvety touch. She focused her attention on her posture and the finger fluttering at her lover’s command.

A delicious ache sprouted deep within. Constant and intense, the sensation mounted, mounted…

“Stop.” Nicolai’s command was sharp. “Put your hands behind your head.”

With his words, the promise of a luxurious orgasm faded, absorbed by the darkness.

Julianne raised her arms and laced her fingers together at the back of her skull. Nicolai stepped forward and set the flashlight upright on the floor beneath the V of her spread legs to illuminate her naked, needy vagina. He moved behind her, twined his hand roughly into her loose hair, and jerked her head back. The other hand grabbed her wrist.

“Everything tastes better with a hint of spice,” he whispered, brought her finger to his mouth, and sucked her feminine cream off the pad. He replaced her hand at the back of her head, reached down to open her soaked folds, and began to strum his thumb across her clit.

The next few moments were a blur of unadulterated bliss, her entire being consumed by the mastery of Nicolai’s talented hand. He raised her higher and higher still, controlling her arousal, bringing her to the edge, then backing her away to leave her breathless and aching. She bit her lip, but couldn’t hold back the carnal sound as her orgasm crested once again.

“Come without permission. I dare you,” Nicolai threatened.

Julianne’s entire body shuddered with the cruel denial. She squeezed her eyelids tight and tried to meet the challenge to stave off the orgasm while her wicked lover did everything he could to make that extraordinarily difficult. His thumb continued its endless glide. His fist tightened in her hair to turn her head. His mouth closed over hers.

Nicolai kissed her with a passion that bordered on violent and began to touch her more aggressively, finding a rhythm with his stroking. His tongue thrust hard, mimicking the decadent work of his decadent hand, by far the most decadent part of her decadent man.

Her mind swirled, faster and faster. She felt dizzy. Tried to hold back, but…

Mon Dieu. My God.

What Nicolai was doing to her body. The deep kiss. The tug in her hair. The relentless strumming. Her lover in the dark knew the perfect way to pleasure a woman.

Nicolai broke the seal of his lips. “What will I do if you’re bad, my Beauty?”

He continued working between her legs.

Harder.

Faster.

Demanding the very thing his words denied.

“What am I hiding in the dark?”

Nicolai began to tap his finger over her tiny exposed mound. Tip to tip. Concentrating the sensation. Arousing with minimal contact. The focused touch was alarming; the enormity of its impact, shocking. Each repetition built the intensity.

“Come on, Julianne. Be bad for me. See what will happen,” he tempted.

Nicolai’s dare ricocheted around inside her head, filling her with a blend of fear and determination to obey, but the tone in his voice only pushed her closer to the orgasm his threat sought to deny, and the staccato stimulation was electrifying her entire body. She fought the demand for release, afraid of what awaited her in the dark.

Or wanting it?

“Truth or dare, Julianne?”

The deep masculine rasp, the heated touch, the threat of pain or the promise of pleasure…the mystery.

Oh yes, Julianne knew her truth.

“Dare,” she whispered and came in a rush of powerful spasms.

Nicolai held tight. The haughty voice of a man who knew he had his woman wholly and willingly within his control purred into her ear, “Let the dark game begin.”

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Julianne and Nicolai are the protagonists in Masterpiece, A Masters of the Order Novel by Jillian Verne. Available from Loose Id, Amazon, and other major eBook retailers.

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Find out more about this novel and the next three in the Masters of the Order series at www.jillianverne.com.

Buy Masterpiece on Amazon or Loose Id

Happy Holidays!

Happy Holidays!
Who doesn’t need a bit of spice on the holidays?

A holiday gift: Julianne and Nico will be playing truth or dare in a FREE short story.

Loosen Your Id Blog on December 26 and 27

Here on Jillian’s Blog after that

Enjoy!

Pre-order Masterpiece, A Masters of the Order Novel at Loose Id

Masterpiece, A Masters of the Order Novel will be re-released on 1/5/16

MEET NICO IN MASTERPIECE, the first novel of the Masters of the Order series. Masterpiece was selected as a finalist for BEST BDSM ROMANCE of 2015 by the BDSM Writer’s Conference in NYC.

Master. Lover. Submissive. Muse.

When Julianne Giroux, an aspiring artist with a dark secret, apprentices with Nicolai Stavros in his Paris gallery, she finds far more than a passion for art. She finds herself. The masterful artist with forbidden tastes strips away her reserved veneer to reveal the daring, darkly passionate woman beneath and introduces her to the erotic world of The Order, an elite and secret society of powerful brothers bound by social status and sexual tastes.

A celebrated artist, an indulged heir and a sexual Dominant, Nicolai has it all…except what he needs. In Julianne, he finds his muse. Nicolai crafts the ingénue into his living masterpiece and through the arduous process, finds himself re-created. With Julianne as his inspiration, Nicolai aspires to become something greater than he has been.

But in an erotic world where powerful players enjoy dark games and buried secrets bite, victory comes at a painful price.Golden Flogger Award -- Finalist

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