Today’s blog post is by Morgan Malone, author of Katarina: Out of Control, book three in the DARK LOVE series of books!
Morgan: I was a lawyer for 30 years. For 15 of those years, I was an administrative law judge. I retired at 55. I was tired of the politics and bureaucratic bullshit. And I wanted to write something that was not a legal treatise or a brief.
I wanted to write romance. But everything I penned in those early weeks sounded like another legal argument: dry and stiff. A couple of months after I hung up my robe, I stumbled into a local independent bookstore, East Line Books. Writing Classes were advertised. I signed up immediately. Soon, I was penning short essays about my love life. Sexy stuff, not dry at all.
From a romance readers and writers group I belong to on Yahoo came the announcement that some company of sexy “toys” was hosting a short story contest. Publication and £5000 for the best story featuring one of their products. I scanned their online site to see if I recognized anything. Bingo! They carried the “Hello Kitty” vibrator, which had cracked me up since I received it as a gift from a somewhat quirky admirer. My daughter had loved her Hello Kitty doll when she was a girl. We had every Hello Kitty product known to man. I could do this.
I sat down to write a story about Hello Kitty. It was my first erotic piece and I wasn’t sure where to start. But soon the words were flying from my fingers. A nameless woman, in control of her career, unhappy with her life. A troubled, sexy man who offered her release and pleasure. A tiny pink quivering toy. I sent the story off to the contest with high hopes. Alas, the company did not like my story as much as I did. But, soon there was a notice from a small publishing company looking for erotic short fiction. I sent my tale to them and voila! I was a published author.
That was the beginning and pretty much the end of my career with that company. One more short story and we were finished.
But the unhappy woman kept invading my dreams. She played along the edges of the other essays and stories that I was writing, and trying to sell.
In 2013, I was attending a Romance Reader and Author conference with my Yahoo friends and I wandered into a conference room hosted by Turquoise Morning Press. I loved the goodies they were giving away, the authors were friendly and helpful so I stayed for the presentation. I fell in love with the covers designed in large part by the publisher. An hour later, I was back to pitch them my collection of essays about my decade of dating online, my 50-something lust and love adventure. I was thrilled when I was offered a contract! I was going to be a real published author, with both an e-book and a for-real-hold-in-my-hands-book to my name.
But my unhappy lady, who I was now calling Kat, kept getting in the way as I edited my essays for publication. In August 2014 came the call for submissions from TMP: Dark Love: Nothing Grey About It. A boxed set of erotic romances with a BDSM flavor. Could I write one? Yes!
Katarina finally got her name and her book. My unhappy lady went on a journey of self-discovery from sorrow to joy, from dissatisfaction to fulfillment, from loneliness to love. Unfortunately, one of her lovers, Rick the soldier/screenwriter, has been clamoring for his own happy ending since he left Katarina. Don’t you just hate it when those Alpha Males won’t let you go? I guess I will just have to give him his own story and I have just the lady for him. Wait and see!
“I never did that before,” she whispered and a blush stained her cheeks as she realized that she had always wanted to.
“Never had sex on a desk before? Really?” Sam moved to the bathroom to deposit the washcloth and towel. On his way back to her, he picked up her ribbon from the floor and handed it to her.
“Never had sex on a desk.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “And never had anyone
…restrain me…like that.” Kat was pulling her hair back into some semblance of a ponytail when he spoke.
“Do you want to do that again?” Sam was standing in front of her, looking like he had just walked out of a courtroom—except for his swollen lips and his eyes dark with dangerous promises.
“Now?” She almost squeaked. She was not sure she could walk after being pounded into orgasmic submission on his desk.
“Well, I’m good, but I am not quite that good.” He laughed.
“Are you always like that, you know, a little rough and demanding”
“Yes. I like to be in control. Since it seemed that you are pretty much in control too, I knew I would have to restrain you to keep you where I wanted you.” He reached out to take her wrists in his hands, rubbing them with his thumbs as if to rub away his harsh grip from before.
His gray eyes met hers with honest directness. “I’ll never hurt you. I’ll never do anything you don’t want, but I’ll be the one who decides where and when and how. Can you accept those terms?”
Could she? She wanted him again; the sex had been mind-numbing. Every thought centered in her crotch the entire time. She wanted that release from thinking, from deciding, again. She gave him an almost shy smile.
“Yes, I believe I can.”
“Do you want to?” He let go of her wrists. She almost reached for him.
“Yes.” Kat paused. “Yes, I want you. I want that amazing cock.” Sam laughed at that.
Kat was somewhat taken aback at the boldness of her statement. She added, in an almost shy whisper, “And I need it, for now. For right now. I need the sex, and I need to let go of control.” It cost her to say that to him.
His emerald eyes searched her face, as if assessing the depth of her need and the extent to which she could live up to the terms of the agreement he was offering. Apparently satisfied with what he saw, he smiled his lawyer’s smile.
“Shall we shake on it, counselor?” His green eyes twinkled as he held out his hand. She smiled as she slid her much smaller hand into his. He gripped it hard. Her eyes widened at the domination she felt there.
“And, just so we understand each other, Kat, while you’re with me, you’re with no one else. Agreed?”
“You drive a hard bargain, counselor, but yes, I agree.” But, when Sam started to let go of her hand, she tightened her own grip. “And I assume that the same holds true for you. No other women for the duration.” Now, Kat was smiling her lawyer’s smile.
Sam’s eyes narrowed a bit, almost as if he were rethinking the deal he had just proposed. But, he shook her hand again and laughingly said, “Of course, counselor. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
They left the office together, looking for all the world like two lawyers on opposing sides who had just come to terms over a case. Sam held her car door for her, commenting that he liked that she drove a safe vehicle. With a promise that he would be speaking with her soon, Sam closed her door and watched her pull out of the parking lot and head back to her office.
Morgan Malone is the pen name of a retired lawyer who turned in her judicial robes to write erotic romance and sexy memoirs.
Morgan fell in love with romantic heroes after reading her mother’s first edition of “Gone with the Wind” when she was 12 years old. Rhett Butler became the standard by which she measured all men. Some have met the mark, most have failed to even come close and one or two surpassed even Rhett’s dark and dangerous allure.
Morgan lives near Saratoga Springs, NY with her beloved chocolate Lab. She can be found on occasion drinking margaritas and dancing at local hostelries with The Posse, but look for her most often in independent book stores and the library, searching for her next great love in tales of romance, history, adventure and lust. When she can’t find the perfect man, she hides out in her upstairs office and creates him, body and soul, for her pleasure and for yours.
You can follow Morgan on her website and social media.