A special message from author Clair de Lune about her newest novel, Red is for Fire…
Thank you for having me on your blog. My latest book Red is for Fire, released on June 18th. It’s the second in the “Red is for….” Series and self-published.
Red is for Fire.
Edana McAllister is a force of nature, voluptuous and passionate as well as stubborn and determined to have her way. Her long mane of rich red hair complements her fiery personality. Guided by her Goddess, she is in pursuit of her man and she will stop at nothing to get him, on her terms of course.
Andrew Macgregor is a giant of a man, dominant and unstoppable in court, magnificent in his kilt, and a true Dom. He wants Edana, but deceived by her outward appearance he curbs his dominant tendencies until he overhears Edana discussing what she really wants with a friend. His eyes are opened and he decides to give her exactly what she desires, but on his terms
Sparks fly, and the clash of wills leads to stalemate until fate or the Goddess intervenes.
This is book 2 in the series, which is set in a clandestine BDSM club in Speyside, the heart of the Scottish Whisky producing country. All the Doms and subs in the club are prominent members of local society and have a lot to lose if their kink is discovered, so they will go to any lengths to protect their secrets and each other. Each book is a stand-alone, complete story.
“Well, the evening was a great success,” Calum said as he and Ruari met the next day to consider plans, over a wee dram of the eighteen-year-old Dalguise, of course.
“Andrew’s demonstration caused even more comment than we’d anticipated. I see the list he put up had Doughall and Ewan’s names as well as ours. That scene with Edana was sensational,” Ruari remarked.
“Yes, it was. What do you make of her and Andrew?”
Ruari considered for a while before he spoke. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, sniffed appreciatively and took a sip.
“I think he’s smitten. Oh, he does his best to conceal it, but when she’s in the room he has eyes and attention for no other. The problem is I’m not so sure about her feelings. She was flirting with me, in front of him, but when I suggested we take it further she drew back at once. Come to think about it, I’m not sure what her game is at all, nor Catriona’s. She was after Andrew like a bitch in heat, and Edana didn’t seem to mind at all.” Ruari sounded perplexed and not a little troubled.
Calum smiled to himself. Seems to me that Catriona knows exactly what she’s about, but I have no intention of spoiling her fun. Ruari needs to settle down soon. She’d make him an excellent wife, but he’s always been afraid to commit. Now he’s beginning to sound like a dog that sees his old neglected bone the focus of attention by another.
“I saw them giggling together earlier,” Calum remarked. “They seem to be up to something. Is she your sub or not?”
“I asked her to come here. I’m not sure I want to collar her. I don’t think I want a permanent arrangement just yet,” Ruari said, slowly, hesitating over his words.
“She’s a stunner with that sleek cap of multi-coloured hair and that voluptuous figure, what’s not to like? Just ask yourself how you’d feel if anyone else fucked her.”
“Oh, she’s gorgeous all right. There’s nothing wrong with her, it’s just me,” Ruari said.
Calum thought he’d said enough to give Ruari food for thought.
“Well, you know your own business best, Ruari. Let’s get to the plans for the future of the club. I’m for offering Doughall, Ewan and Heather membership. What about you?”
“It’s your club, Calum,” Ruari said.
“Yes, but we set it up, and I’d appreciate your candid opinion,” Calum said.
“Okay then. I agree. We’ll still need one more sub, to make up the numbers when we meet. We can ask if any of the Doms know of anyone who’d like to join. It’s not going to be easy, with such a small membership, not to have Doms queueing up for subs. Before you know it, the subs will be getting ideas well above their station.”
“No, we can’t have that. We shall just have to keep them in their place,” Calum said with a wink. “I can’t wait to try out that spanking bench.”
© Clair de Lune , self published, 2015
Adult Excerpt (R)
Edana stood at the bottom of the staircase, and to one side, as she’d been instructed. She heard the sound of cars arriving, so she straightened her back and lowered her gaze. She heard the cheerful rumble of Andrew’s voice, and gripped her hands behind her back. She was nervous and on-edge. She well knew the spanking wasn’t the only ‘treat’ he had planned, and she hoped that it would only be himself administering the punishment. The door opened, and a blast of cool evening air made her shiver and her nipples turn to hard nubs. Andrew must have allowed everyone to precede him, because although she couldn’t look up, she could see their feet, and his laced brogues and stockings didn’t appear until the very end, after the bolts had been shot home.
“Ah my naughty little puss is awaiting my pleasure,” he almost purred. He put his bag on the floor and took out a box. He bent and sucked one stiff, little nipple into his mouth.
Edana gasped as she tried to remain upright. The pleasurable feelings made her toes curl, and her knees wobble. He stopped sucking and took out a wicked looking nipple clamp with which he adorned her nipple. Then he repeated the exercise and linked the two with a short length of chain that allowed very little movement, without tweaking the clamps. He hadn’t finished, because he was holding a third clamp and Edana’s eyes widened and her nostrils flared as she realised just where that was going.
He sat on the bottom step and told her to put one leg over his shoulder. When she hesitated, he pulled on the chain between her nipples to gain her attention, and she hurried to comply. His mouth sucked at her little bud, making her head spin, and she held onto him, to keep from falling over. When he took his mouth away, she moaned her objection, but he didn’t comply with her unspoken request. Instead, he placed the last clamp over her clit, linking it to the other two, with just enough chain so that movement would pull on her delicate parts. He told her to remove her leg and stand upright, then he adjusted the length of the chain to his liking.
He took a collar and lead out of his bag and, placing the former about her neck, he attached the latter, holding the end in his hand. He lifted her chin and smiled at her.
“I’ve waited for this for such a long time, and I’m going to enjoy every last minute, my sweeting.”
He led her to the stage and up the steps. Everyone was seated and silent. She felt so alone, but Andrew was on the other end of the lead, and he would look after her. She had to do this for him. He’d lost face because of her, and now it was pay-back time.
© Clair de Lune , self published, 2015
Since my youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own and I wrote “Initiation” book one in the Prometheus in Chains series writing has taken over my life. It has been like a roller-coaster ride and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I have made many good friends, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.
I believe the world has enough sadness in it and my characters will always get their HEA even if the road is rocky.
I am also very grateful for all the help and advice I have received from Sage Marlowe who edited this book and Jess Buffett for the beautiful cover.
This is only my second self-published book. My previous series “Prometheus in Chains,” “The Dragons of the Cairngorms,” “The Blood Red Rose Club,” and the single novellas, Angel in Hell and The Locket were published by Siren. Life on the Edge was published by Breathless Press.
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