Eden Bradley~A Kinky Writer Talks BDSM and Books!

Welcome my kinky friend author Eden Bradley! And don’t forget about the giveaways!

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*Raises hand*. I’m Eden Bradley and I’m a real-life kinkster. This is not really a news flash—I’ve been ‘out’ for a number of years. For some people this may be TMI, but I feel it’s important to sort of qualify myself since I write so much BDSM. Not that everyone who writes kink practices it, nor do they have to, necessarily, but I do believe my real life experience gives me a unique perspective. Incorporating BDSM elements into a story makes every aspect of the story more exciting for me, from creating complex, layered characters to writing smokin’ hot sex scenes! Even in between the sex scenes, the kink gives me one more jumping off point for the characters to work through their emotions while ramping up the intensity of the relationship.

Having been a psychology major helps, too. I really love to explore how the human mind works—especially the kinky mind! The kink intensifies everything, including the connection between characters, and in fiction as in real life, kink relationships are often very deeply connected and happen very quickly. That intensity also makes for some pretty irresistibly sexy heroes, because a good Dom can be very intense! It’s the way he looks at you as if he can see right into your bones, your soul. It’s the way he drops his voice so no one but you can hear it when he whispers “Good girl”. It’s his natural air of command that lets you know that while you may be perfectly capable and in control in your everyday life, once you’re in his hands, you are his. And it’s his air of absolute authority that inspires the kind of trust that allows you to let go and turn yourself over to him. What could make a man any sexier? Because despite the roles we modern women have to fill—business owners and employees, mothers and caretakers, and often all at once—we are still female and that’s not a bad thing. We appreciate a man who can help us move beyond our everyday roles and let us be taken care of completely. Who allows us to revel in our femininity as much as we can and should and have every right to! This is what a true Dominant is to me. These are the kinds of Doms I write. And this is what Mick Reid, the hero in my latest book DANGEROUSLY BOUND (Book One in my Dangerous Romance series), is all about. And damn, is that men pure sex! Now if someone will just find one like him for me…

She wasn’t as innocent as he remembered. He’s twice as wicked as she ever imagined.

“For those who are born to New Orleans, it’s in your blood. It lingers there no matter where you go. BDSM is the same sort of thing. If you’re born to it—the way you were, the way I was, whether or not you want to accept that—you can never shake it. It shapes the way you think, the way you respond to…everything. And those who were a part of unleashing those desires…you never forget them, either. That’s what you did for me, Mick. For me, not to me.”

~Alessandra ‘Allie’ LeClair

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She can whip up something sweet…
Allie LeClair has finally returned to the sultry city of New Orleans. After ten years of studying and working as a pastry chef in San Francisco and all over Europe—and feeding her submissive side at BDSM clubs—Allie is home, and she has something to prove to the man who once fueled her desires. She’s not a child anymore.

But with two in the kitchen…
When security specialist Mick Reid hears that Allie is back in town, he knows he won’t be able to stay away for long. Ever since he discovered his darker side, Mick has tried to protect Allie from the aggressive beast within him—but that power and wildness is exactly what she wants.

Can they take the heat?
Allie has made the first move, but now it’s up to Mick. The game has begun, and playing has never been so rough.

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An EXCERPT from DANGEROUSLY BOUND (Warning! Adult Material)

She sank to her knees on the Persian carpet in front of the sofa, her gaze on his as he watched her, trying to assess his response. Was he pleased with her? Or was he still so pissed that she’d forced his hand in the situation that she’d have to really stretch herself to satisfy him? To make him see she could be the perfect submissive for him. That she could be perfect for him.

She sank back on her heels and clasped her hands behind her back. Waited.

“Eyes on the floor,” he said gruffly before turning back to his big black bag as if nothing had happened, as if their little exchange hadn’t left her heart slamming into her ribs.

She tried to breathe as she’d been taught—in, exhaling slowly through her mouth, concentrating on telling her limbs to relax. Soon it was working and she was able to spread her focus to the sounds around her: the dungeon music, the moans and cries of the others being played, a little laughter from somewhere, the lovely sound of a leather flogger hitting flesh.

She’d always loved that sound, the simple knowledge of what it meant. It made her want to feel it herself. To smell the leather. She inhaled, letting the scents of leather and anticipation sit in her lungs—and gasped when his fingers sank into her hair and pulled. Pulled her hair back unto she was forced to meet his gaze.

He bent low over her, brought his mouth almost to hers and whispered, “I thought you could do it, Allie. After we talked I had a pretty good idea that you really could submit. But seeing you down on your knees tells me everything I need to know. For the moment, anyway. We’ll have to see what else you know, what else you can do. But this trick . . . oh, yeah, you have this one down.”

She didn’t dare say anything. He was all Dom right then, and she didn’t want him to be anything else. His hand gripping her hair, his imposing presence, his whispered threats and words of encouragement, were making her shivery all over. Wet between her thighs.

“Arms up while I get you undressed,” he ordered.

She raised her arms high, let him pull the dress over her head, leaving her in her scant black mesh lingerie and her heels.

“Very nice,” he murmured, moving behind her and reaching out to sweep her hair aside. “I’m going to start with your hair.”

“What? My hair?”

“Is this an argument?”

She swallowed. “I . . . no.”

“Then quiet now.”

He swept her hair back from her face with both hands, and began to work some slender rope into it. She’d had this done before—had her hair bound into a sort ponytail of corset lacing. She didn’t know what had surprised her into speaking out a moment before. In a few minutes he was done. He swung her bound hair over her shoulder, then drew one finger slowly down the back of her neck, sending a trembling warmth down her spine. She tried to curve into his touch, but he stilled her with a palm flat between her shoulder blades, pressing just enough to make her feel it. Strength. Command.

“Oh no you don’t, my girl. You move when I tell you to. Right now you are to be my toy to play with. Mine to move and shift around as I please. And I will please. Know that. Know it’s coming. That you are. Eventually.” He moved around her, tracing the line of her jaw, the side of her neck, over her collarbone, down the side of her breast, making her ache. “But now . . . now I’m going to sit down here on this couch and relax for a few minutes and just watch you. I want you to hold very, very still. Can you do that for me? Don’t speak—nod yes if you think you can without me binding you yet.”

Oh, Jesus! He was going to make her lose her mind. But she found herself nodding her chin.

“Good girl.”

Heat shot through her system.

From the corner of her downturned eye she saw his booted foot as he settled onto the furniture. She swore she could feel him watching her, as if his hand were still on her bare skin.

“I think I’d like it better with your hands clasped behind your neck.”

“Mick . . .” she whispered, her throat going tight, her body resisting being that vulnerable with him.

“Allie, the correct answer is an immediate agreement to do as I ask you by simply doing it. Or the answer is no. I’m not going to play these games, which I believe I’ve already told you.”

She drew in a deep breath. She wanted to comply. And she wanted to fight it. But the part that wanted—needed to be taken over by him—was winning as her muscles went loose at the tone of utterly inarguable dominance in his voice.

“I’m sorry, Mick. I can do it. I will.”

His voice softened, and she understood why he was such a good Dominant—he knew exactly when to be tough, and when to show tenderness. “Take a breath, then. And try it again. Yeah, that’s much better.”

She knew being in that position arched her back, made her breasts stand higher. It made her feel as if she were on display. It made her feel more submissive.

She waited. And waited. Until the waiting itself seemed almost unbearable, even more so because it was him. Hadn’t she already waited for Mick long enough? Tears burned at the back of her eyes, but she swallowed them down. She would please him, damn it. Do as he said. Show him she knew what his game was all about, that she could play it, too.

She had to calm down, to still herself for the ropes, his favorite form of play.

She closed her eyes, pulled in a long breath.

The rope slipped around her wrist so fast she wasn’t even aware of it until he’d already pulled it tight and started to tie what felt like a quick half-hitch knot. Then another and another, until he’d made a brace of rope that covered her entire forearm. He dropped the end of the rope, and without breaking contact through one hand on her shoulder, he grabbed another piece and started on her other arm, then finished it off by tying her wrists together.

She had a small moment of panic when she realized this was it—he’d effectively rendered her helpless in mere moments.

“Flex your fingers for me,” he told her, and she did, knowing he was checking for circulation. “They feel okay? Good blood flow, still? You can answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

She swallowed. “Yes, Mick.”

“That’ll do for now. But it might be ‘Sir’ later. Be ready for it.”

He slid a length of rope over her shoulders and let the ends fall down her back.

“You particularly attached to this lingerie?” he asked her. “Shake your head yes or no.”

She shook her head no, wondering what he was going to tie her up with that would damage the delicate material. But before she had time to really consider it she felt the cool touch of metal against her skin and glanced down to see him slipping a pair of safety scissors under the front band of her bra. She gasped as in one snip it fell open, and in two more the straps were cut and the remains of the filmy garment fell to the floor.

She knew what was coming, but all the same it made her breath catch when he cut her underwear off her and pulled the fabric away, leaving her in nothing but a few feet of rope and her heels. But she was proud of her body—she only arched her back, raising her bare breasts higher.

She heard a small chuckle from him. “Very good, princess. That’s exactly what I want to see. I can tell you like it, being naked, on your knees.” He leaned over her and fisted her bound hair in his hand once more, yanking hard, and she pulled in a sharp breath. His face was right next to hers, his cheek pressed against hers. He said quietly, “Now we’ll find out just how much you like this.”

Copyright © EDEN BRADLEY, 2014

All Rights Reserved, Penguin/Berkley Publishing.

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**GIVEAWAY ALERT**

Today up for grabs is an e-copy of DANGEROUSLY INKED, a spin-off novella from my Dangerous Romance series! To enter, just tell me what you like in a Dominant hero—what about him makes him absolutely irresistible? What goes beyond broad shoulders or a great set of abs? Let’s talk hot alpha Doms!

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 ABOUT EDEN:

As someone involved in BDSM practice for over twenty years as a switch, New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author Eden Bradley loves to write about the sensuality and complexities of kink. She has published dark, edgy erotica and erotic romance for Bantam, Berkley, Harlequin/HQN, Black Lace Books and Samhain Publishing, and more recently she’s ventured into self-publishing. Her books have been translated into German, French, Romanian, Portuguese, Spanish, Italian, Czech and Japanese.

Eden, who is obsessed with art, tattoos, shoes and her Boston Terrier puppy, has appeared regularly on Playboy Radio and conducts workshops on writing craft and writing about sex.

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