Celia Kyle's Blog, page 27

I’m working on the next installment in the Ridgeville series.  Head Over Tail is due to my editor on 9/21/12, so I’m hoping I’ll be able to release the book in the first week of October.  Whee!  I’d like to thank Kellie, Chris, Mia and Susana for their lovely comments regarding the series. Mwah!  Also, I’ll be working on another “Knots” story just as soon as Head Over Tail is completed.  I *am* pondering a scifi/futuristic series of novellas… what are your thoughts?  Is that something y’all would be interested in or should I stick with what you guys enjoy?  ;)  Feel free to contact me with your opinions!

Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.

Check out the home page on her site for her newest releases: http://celiakyle.com

Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.

Check out the home page on her site for her newest releases: http://celiakyle.com

If you are a publisher or agent interested in purchasing, or facilitating the sale of, Celia’s works, please contact her at celia.kyle AT gmail.com.  She currently holds all foreign language and audiobook rights to her titles.

Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.

Check out the home page on her site for her newest releases: http://celiakyle.com

Sawyer was looking for a home, a place a werelion could be a werelion and a gay man could be gay.  He just happened to be both.  Lucky for him, the Arizona wolf pack’s Alpha wasn’t against adding cats to their ranks. Even better, they had their own BDSM club called Knots, where he could get his gay kitty kink on.  While everyone but the Alpha wasn’t happy about his joining, there was one particular wolf who was thrilled to meet him…his mate.

The question is, will his mate’s last Dom leave them in peace or will Sawyer have to show the mangy wolf why lions are the kings of the jungle?

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Shit, fuck it hurt.

Hurt.

One stripe after the next, the whip flicked and licked at Bern’s back, splitting his skin. Thank god he was a wolf or he’d have been at the hospital come the end of the night. In the morning, the only remembrance of the evening would be traces of blood if he didn’t make sure he thoroughly scrubbed.

Xavier took another swipe, the crack of leather reaching his ears before the pain flowed through his veins.

Another.

Then again.

The Dom knew what Bern needed, knew that he reveled in the pain, the joy of taking what his dominant dished out and then some. He had a safe word. He’d use it, if needed.

Xavier had never made it necessary. Not that the male didn’t give it his best shot.

Bern’s arms ached, stretched high above him and secured to the St. Andrew’s Cross with leather cuffs. He had nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide from his Dom’s blows.

The male was fierce, strong and determined.

Two rapid flicks of the lash had a cry bursting from his lips. “Sir.”

Aw, fuck. It hurt. Ached. Touched his wolf in ways that nothing else could and his cock throbbed in his leathers. The pain always turned into arousal, the promise of ecstasy once the scene was finished. Xavier would strip him down, shove the leather from his hips and slide his cock right into Bern’s ass.

On the stage, raised above the crowd and the center of their attention, they’d all watch while Xavier took him.

A shudder raced down his abused spine and circled his balls. Oh. Yeah.

He loved his arrangement with the Beta wolf. They’d had a contract in place for six months now and they played with each other exclusively. It let them get closer to each other, build trust—

Xavier’s next strike wrapped, the mis-hit causing the wrong kind of agony and Bern cried out in grief rather than pleasure. “Fuck!”

He jerked against the restraints, arms fighting to get free of the cuffs. He’d be damned if he took another from the man. Up ‘til then, there’d never been a mistake, the wolf always displaying perfect form and control.

Wrapping his waist with a single-tail was not control.

After one last yank on the leather he slumped, realizing that escaping wasn’t in the cards unless Xavier was game.

The sudden quiet of the club pierced Bern’s consciousness and he tilted his head to the side, listened to discover the cause for the disturbance. The silence dragged, murmurs and growls reached his ears, but he couldn’t make out the words. The pain still sang in his head, mingled with the sound of his heart and overrode every attempt at listening.

The room could only be described as still, as if every occupant held its breath and the tingle of awareness made the hair on his arms rise.

Anticipation.

Bern jerked, twitched and shifted in his bindings, strained to look over his shoulder and watch the crowd. A ripple of awareness, heads turned and Bern could see the glow of amber eyes through the dim space.

Something upset the wolves, the pack.

The quiet stretched, seconds ticking past, and then the normal rumbles in the club rekindled.

Xavier returned his attention to him, closed the distance between them and ran a hand along Bern’s spine. “Sorry, boy. I know that hurt. I’ll make it up to you when I finish making you fly, yeah?”

Oh.

“Yeah…” Bern sighed. Xavier knew he’d done wrong and he’d be all better now. Bern could deal with that.

He heard the Dom’s retreat, thud of boots on the solid wood of the stage as he paced out the needed distance.

The sharp crack of the whip teased Bern. The rush of air from the leather wafted over his back but it didn’t touch his skin.

Not then.

Two more cracks, the single-tail dancing near but not near enough, had Bern ready to beg. He needed. Needed.

The next pop was followed by the searing pain he craved, the slicing ache that slithered through his body.

“Yes…” He hissed, relaxing into the secure hold of his bindings, and let the furniture take his weight while Xavier worked him over.

Again. And another.

The rhythmic crack lulled him, eased him into relaxation while the leather cut into his skin. It hurt and felt good at the same time. Bliss and agony in one.

But then something wiggled past the hurt, the euphoric high that came with submitting…

Oh god. The scents of a fresh river and male musk stroked him from head to toe, coated him in a lulling, purring pleasure that he wanted to roll in for hours. His wolf lunged at the edge of his control and there was only one thing in the world that could decimate his hold on the beast with such ease…

His mate.

*

The wolf-owned BDSM club, Knots, was bustling, wolves beating and getting beaten all around the club, whimpers and groans filling the air with sex.

Sawyer, loved everything about the place. While a lot of clubs came off as seedy or too pretentious for their own good, Knots was a bit of both. The Alpha had created a haven for his pack of gay wolves in Arizona and Sawyer was aching to join their ranks, werelion or not. And his inner-feline was in total agreement. They’d settle in this little corner of the world and, hopefully, find their mate. ‘Course, that was every shifter’s dream: to find their other half and settle down, love and cherish one man and one man only. Well, he figured there were males in other packs hunting for ladies, but he was looking for the sweet male to complete him.

With a deep breath, he stepped further into the cavernous club, his eyes easily adjusting to the dim interior. Small groups of men peppered the floor, some eating dinner, others having drinks and even more engaging in various flavors of BDSM play.

Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.

Check out the home page on her site for her newest releases: http://celiakyle.com

Ball of Furry, the next installment in my Ridgeville series, has been shipped off to an editor. Yay!  She’ll be working on the story starting tomorrow and I’m hoping to have the book out by 8/13/12.

In the mean time, I’ve gotta figure out what to write next.

Mwah!

Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.

Check out the home page on her site for her newest releases: http://celiakyle.com

Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.

Check out the home page on her site for her newest releases: http://celiakyle.com

Some lovely sentences from a lovely gay BDSM shortie.

Harlow’s there in the darkness, watching me, weighing me, deciding. And I stretch longer, push harder, feel the music in my bones as I move. I want to make him proud.

The Company is important, the other dancers, the choreographers and the benefactors…but Harlow…he’s the world, the sun, the moon, the stars.

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Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.

Check out the home page on her site for her newest releases: http://celiakyle.com

Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.

Check out the home page on her site for her newest releases: http://celiakyle.com

It’s my birthday!!!  So, here’s six sentences from a shortie that was a BLAST to write.

Mia slammed on her brakes, inches from the teen who darted in front of her SUV. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, burying the urge to scream at the girl to put some clothes on and stop playing in traffic. Didn’t they teach kids anything in school these days?

The thought made her freeze. Holy shit. She’d turned into her mother. Damn.

Available now from: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | All Romance eBooks

Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.

Check out the home page on her site for her newest releases: http://celiakyle.com

Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.

Check out the home page on her site for her newest releases: http://celiakyle.com