Location, location,
location!
Three of the most
important words in real estate also apply to writing. While some authors
subscribe to the notion of ambiguity regarding the location of their stories so
readers can form their own opinion as to exactly where the story takes place,
the actual location is as important as the main characters in my books.
Why? Locations are sexy.
They set the tone without having to describe the setting in great detail. Allow
me to show you...
What do you think of when
you picture New York City?
Bustling, Cosmopolitan,
Imposing, Intense, Energized
These five adjectives
describe my BDSM-lite series, The Satin Rose Experience (SRE), perfectly! SRE
is an elite members-only BDSM club in the heart of Manhattan. The club contains ten uniquely
themed suites, each with its own story to tell. Sexy-as-Sin Dom Asher Cane
heads the SRE operations. He has everything except what he craves, the
sub-curious Mia Lavender.
Suite Five couldn’t have been any
more different from the warmth and luxury of Suite Eight where Asher fulfilled
a fantasy she’d only dreamed about before last night. After she was
blindfolded, he’d secured her wrists and ankles with silky restraints. Warmth
flooded her pussy when she recalled the slow tracings of the riding crop over
her sensitive skin. Mia sensed her first real training session would be a
different experience. She shivered as her gaze darted around the small
windowless room, settling on the large, black-framed bed dominating the suite.
A simple, stark white quilt covered the bed. The half dozen fluffy pillows
lining the black wooden headboard were the only indication of luxury. Two small
side tables with matching lamps flanked the bed. A floor-to-ceiling armoire
completed the set. The only color in the room was another red envelope taped to
one of many mirrors on the pale eggshell walls. She peeled the envelope from
the largest mirror; her name was written neatly on the front.
She slid her index finger under the
flap to break the seal and unfolded the page.
Mia,
Welcome to training.
You’ll find clothing hanging on the
back of the bathroom door. Wear your hair in a tight bun at the nape of your
neck. You have thirty minutes to get prepared. Stand in the far corner facing
the wall and do not move or speak until you hear further direction from me.
Asher
PS ~ Don’t forget our safe word.
Okay, let’s travel south
to...South Beach, Miami, Florida
Hot, Sultry, Sexy,
Hurricanes, Get-Away
South Beach is the setting
for the first half of my new release, Marooned with the Millionaire. Jason and
Stephanie are “marooned” in a boutique style hotel during a fierce Miami storm.
It was the perfect setting for this scene...
Stephanie sipped her martini while
glancing over to the window. The storm showed no signs of letting up. In fact,
it seemed to grow even more fierce. As if on cue, a violent crack of thunder
ripped through the lounge as the rain angrily batted at the window. Carlos
poured her yet another martini and she lost count of how many times he’d
refilled her glass. Was this the third or the fourth? She knew one thing for
sure: Jason Royce was sexy as hell. The way his blue eyes sparkled, as the
candlelight flickered shadows against his tanned features, rocked her to her
core.
Stealing a glance at his strong,
muscular build beneath his sports jacket caused her breath to catch in her
throat. Until today, she hadn’t thought of another man this way, not since
before she was married. As if in a trance, she couldn’t break her stare.
However, she quickly became aware of his smile. He watched her drink him in,
which made her blush and turn her head in embarrassment.
Jason moved closer and spoke slowly
in his silky voice. “I wonder if you might dance with me.”
“I’d like that.” Whoa. What the hell
am I doing?
He led her to the dance floor
illuminated only with candlelight and the occasional flash of lightning.
Placing one hand in his and the other on his back, their bodies started out a
respectable distance apart. Before long, Jason’s warmth drew her in, and she
couldn’t ignore the electricity forming between them. Tentatively, she stepped
closer and lightly rested her head against his neck. Jason took this as a cue
to guide her hand up and over his shoulder. Suddenly, his strong hands urgently
pulled her against his rock hard body. The force of his embrace awakened a
passion that lay dormant inside her until now. Stephanie couldn’t fight the fire
building within her. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, inhaling his
musky scent while caressing his neck with her fingertips. Her face grazed up
the side of his neck, stopping at his jawbone. Jason’s touch seared her skin as
his fingertips skimmed up her side to her neck and came to rest on her chin.
With his thumb and finger, he guided her face upward and she opened her eyes.
His smoldering gaze burned a trail down her body. Uncomfortable with the
intensity of his stare, she looked away.
“Stephanie.”
Her eyes shifted back to meet his
gaze as he lowered his mouth and softly brushed his lips against hers,
questioning her, awaiting a response. Accepting his invitation, she parted her
lips and moaned softly. His lips were soft and enticing. It had been a long
time since she was kissed like this. She surrendered her tongue to his and felt
desire fill her belly as an overwhelming passion grew by the moment.
Breathlessly, she pulled away, embarrassed by her body’s reaction to the kiss.
She looked down and pressed her forehead against his chin.
“I don’t know why I did that. I need
to go sit down.”
Last one, pack your bags
because we’re going to Vegas, baby! I get excited just thinking about this
locale.
Risk, Gamble, Glamour,
Money, Opulence
Sin City is the place
Jason and Stephanie end up reuniting in Marooned with the Millionaire. One of my favorite
things to do in Vegas is to watch the music choreographed fountains of the
Bellagio Hotel and Casino. So of course, I had to include a fountain scene...
“Are you ready for surprise number
one?” Jason asked as the server removed their dinner plates.
He rose and walked to her side of
the table. She closed her eyes as a finger grazed the nape of her neck before
he pulled her chair out and took her arm in his. She trembled in response to
his sizzling touch on her bare back as he lead her through the doorway to the
outside terrace. The maître d handed Jason and Stephanie each a glass of port
as they walked onto an outdoor patio that jutted over the edge of the building.
A cool breeze blew through her hair but she was instantly warmed by a sip of
the rich liquid.
“It’s beautiful. I’ve seen the
fountains at street level before but never this high up,” Stephanie said,
walking up to the railing. She couldn’t actually hear the activity on the busy
boulevard from their location high above The Strip, but the intensity in the
air was evident. She gazed down at the famous fountains of The Castillo Hotel
& Casino.
Jason took the port from her hand
and placed the glasses on a nearby table. Stephanie instinctively leaned into
the warmth of his palm on the bare small of her back. A sigh escaped her lips
as his hand slipped inside the fabric of her dress and ventured lower until his
fingertips brushed the top of her ass. The lights on the terrace dimmed and
music began to play. A flash of light from the water below signaled a single
long spray from the middle of the lake. It multiplied and set off a continuous
line of water in the air that moved forward and back with the music. As the
water danced in the air, the music’s volume increased. Stephanie placed both
hands on the railing. He moved behind her and ran his fingers up the planes of
her back and down both of her arms. Continuing his assault of warm kisses down
her neck and between her shoulder blades, the tip of his tongue followed the
trail back up her neck and stopped at her ear. Stephanie gasped and leaned into
his body for support. His arms provided the stability she needed to remain
standing.
“My self-control is giving out,”
Jason whispered in her ear as his hand inched upward taking her dress hem along
with it. Stephanie felt the evidence of his arousal pressing firmly against her
back. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
“Let’s go,” she said with a coy
smile.
See
what I mean? Location is key! Where are my characters going next? I’m venturing
outside of the United States and currently have two works-in-progress set in
Paris. I also have a Vegas trip booked, so I think it’s time for Asher to open
a second Satin Rose Experience in Sin City. I can’t think of a better location
for a posh BDSM club, can you?
Bio:
Sandra Bunino is a
numbers crunching business professional by day who stays up past her bedtime
thanks to her oh-so-sexy imagination. Who needs sleep, anyway? Sandra is
constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping,
stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.
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Thanks
for having me on Close Encounters with the Night Kind, Nikki! I’d love your
readers to escape to a sexy locale with a great book so I’m giving away one
“Reader Escape Package” ($5 Amazon & $5 Starbucks GCs) to a randomly chosen
commenter. Just tell me the sexiest location you can think of. Don’t forget to
leave your e-mail address so we know how to contact you!
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