He ruined all her grand plans of ignoring him when he came back a hard and hot Master…
After mysteriously missing for over two months, the vanilla man of Catherine Woods’ not so vanilla dreams turns up at her front door. The news he shares is too incredible to believe, but if she wants to work with him and verify it as fact, he requires her to agree to one thing.
“I’ll be the man you need me to be. I’m prepared to explore your deepest, darkest fantasies. I want to take you down, put you on your knees, so I can lift you up and praise you after you’ve pleased me. I’m prepared to fight for the right to do this. You’ve been the ghost in my bed long enough. It’s time you came out of the shadows. It’s not going to be easy. It’s not going to be gentle or nice, but we both know that’s not what does it for you. This is.”
When she saw the metal collar precariously hanging over two of his fingers, a hot thrill zinged through her. “You’ve been searching for a place.” The steel glinted in the porch light as it slowly swung to and fro. “And here it is. Right where I want you. Wrapped around my fingers.”
Catherine was prepared for a great many things when Jude Wilde returned, but none of those things included him being transformed into a hard and hot Master. When he was an arrogant, vanilla jerk she could turn him away. Now? Now she wasn’t sure whether she was agreeing to be his because she wanted to verify inconceivable facts, or experience the kind of hard he was offering.
Jude had been to hell and back. He’d survived and now he was ready to live the kind of life that mattered…with her. He was tired of being haunted by the past he and Cat never got the chance to create. The here and now, that’s what he was after. Well that, and a chance at making her his before he needed to tell her the truth. By then, hopefully it would be too late for her to hate him. The only question that remained was would she ever forgive the man who forced her to sacrifice the sister she’d just reconnected with, for the greater good?
“I hate you.” She growled low in her throat before she bit his shoulder.
“No you don’t.” He let the weight of his body pin her tightly to the wall as he crushed his hips into her. Rocking. Pressing. Grinding.
“I…I do.”
He smiled against the warm and fragrant skin of her neck, whispering, “Hate me some more, pretty girl. Despise me.” When her nails raked his back as she wrapped her legs around him, he let out a satisfied breath. This is what he needed. This is what he wanted. “Beg me. Beg me to fuck you hard.”
Make sure you check out the first book in the Make Me series, Provoked!
When a museum executive secretary, who barely tolerates men, has a run in with an infamous BDSM Master, Neil Cannon, a man who lives to discipline women, there’s little she can do about it. Why?
The Master thinks Charlotte, a.k.a Charlie is her kink-loving, totally outrageous, and continually stirring-up-trouble twin sister. And after what Charlie just did, he has to keep thinking that. At least until she can find a way to climb out of the huge mess her well-meaning intentions have landed her in. She’ll take the punishments the Master intends for her twin. She’ll even put up with him and his misogynistic antics if it means she’ll be able to unlock the secrets that will save her family. All she has to do is behave like her sister. How hard could it be to emulate a fearless, over-confident, rebellious woman, with highly questionable sexual standards?
Neil’s been waiting months for the chance to deal with this audacious sub who’s been jacking up the testosterone levels of his vanilla crew whenever her sports car needed maintenance. That’s why he made the service call himself. He’s confident she won’t be yanking his chain, because if she tries he’s prepared to yank it right back.
Or so he thought until she turns out to be different than what he expected her to be. She starts pushing buttons he didn’t know he had. She’s flipping internal switches, lighting things up, creating a whole new level of dominant need he’s determined to explore, enjoy, and satisfy.
Unfortunately, before either of them can get a handle on the D/s chemistry exploding between them, she takes off. It’s then he discovers that she’s invited a part of his past, that he’s promised to steer clear of, right to his front door.
Now, in order to keep her safe, he must find her, and when he does he has to keep her close. Too close for either one of them to escape the inevitable truth.
“Sometimes the best pleasures in life are found at the end of a person’s comfort zone,” whispered the Master to the one woman he’s dead set on collaring…
Wow, you’ve got to read this interview! Get a feel for Jude straight from the man himself…
Is this man really wild?
Kink Inclined Magazine, Durinda K. Walker, Contributor
Meet Jude Wilde. I was lucky enough to sit down and interview him. After reading through the notes I took and listening to the recording I made about this experience after he left, I decided to drop this on the page raw. I think readers will find it far more interesting than a standard roll call of listed questions that we usually do.
(We’re in one of the hotel conference rooms sitting in the upholstered chairs, not at the table. He’s wearing a pair of black slacks, a black shirt, and an affable smile that would melt an ice queen’s heart. I needed to focus and bring my A game.)
Since I’d been waiting for a chance to question this guy, I didn’t waste time. “Mr. Wilde—”
“Call me Jude.”
Damn his warm voice could cut through cold butter. “Okay, Jude. You mentioned at some point that Catherine Woods was your new religion. What did you mean by that?”
He never moved. Literally, he stayed as still as the leaves before a storm and answered, “Religion redeems a man, depending on the kind. The way I see it? A man has a choice to make. Is he going to lean toward heaven or stare at hell? I was staring at hell so I knew I had to do something. And funny thing was? The moment I made the choice to turn away from the fires that promised to lessen their burn if I walked into them, she was there. My angel, ready to shield me from the blaze.”
He sat forward and when he did, I couldn’t look away. There was something about his eyes. An honest intensity that made a person sit up straighter and pay attention as he continued.
“What is religion? Isn’t it a unity of love and faith?”
I held my breath, hoping he wasn’t looking for me to answer or even agree. I was too caught up, wanting to hear him say more and as a result I maintained my silence. So when he sat back and settled comfortably in the chair, I found myself breathing easier. What the hell? I was too old for this shit. Hadn’t they picked me to do this interview for that very reason?
A panty melter. That’s what they called him and I was beginning to suspect they were right.
“And when you have it you have to surrender your will and worship it, don’t you?” He gave a half smile and the action caused his eyes to shine with a promise that was spellbinding. “I love that word. Worship.”
I needed to say something smart here if I was going to get the best of him to put on paper. I looked down at my notes and then cleared my throat, trying to come up with something that would continue the conversation because I didn’t want the topic to end. Not yet. “You speak about love and faith, but what about punishment?”
One of his brows lifted and the look in his eyes said he knew all about atonement and everything there was to know about a certain kind of penance. “I believe a man should be punished by his sins and not for them.”
He blinked and so did I. Maybe I wasn’t too old for this…this…type of smoldering sexuality. Of course using a flowery phrase like that made the concept hard to believe.
“But I’ve strayed from the topic. Back to why Catherine became my religion. For some people religion is their drug. Their valium that anesthetizes them from an otherwise chaotic or painful life. When I was at the sanctuary I needed that kind of sedation, and in my dreams she came to me to administer it.” He raked a hand through his hair and then frowned. “I know that probably sounds crazy, but it’s really not. Everything in life changes. Everything but your soul. Yeah, your soul and spirit. They stay the same as long as you feed them. I guess you could say, the thoughts I had of Catherine during my darkest hours, was the fuel I needed to keep them alive.”
I knew I was going to regret asking this question because I was fairly sure I had the answer, but I asked it anyways. “What kind of thoughts of her?”
His gaze pinned me and too late I realized he walked me right into uttering that query. “Unholy ones. I conjured every sexual scenario imaginable, fine tuning each situation with one goal in mind. I was determined to release the shackles that had been holding her subconscious modesty hostage. Ask me why?”
I shouldn’t have, but I did. Worse? The word came out on a whisper, “Why?”
His tone went into a lower register and for some reason my body reacted to it. A thrill of exhilaration zinged through me, when he answered, “A woman who knows she’s well and truly loved should be able to do anything. Want anything. Need anything. Ask for anything without fear of her man judging her. Modesty has no room in a relationship like that. Catherine is my pretty girl, and she knows it. She also knows a good girl spreads her legs for her man without being asked to. She sinks to her knees without being told to. My pretty girl worships me every single day on the altar of our bed and in the sanctity of my arms, and for that gift I answer her prayers every time she cries, oh God.”
He gave me a lopsided grin and winked. The latter of which landed like a bucket of ice water tossed on a sunbather. The guy was sexy, smart, seductive, and funny. No wonder Ms. Woods was wearing his collar. I never thought I’d even think this, but hell, if I was thirty-five years younger and attracted to the opposite sex, I’d be all over him.
What was my final thought at the end of the interview? I didn’t want it to end. Ask me why? And here’s my answer. Quite simply, Mr. Wilde was a charming breath of fresh air. Now normally I’d say any woman would be lucky to snag a man like him (if men are your thing), but in this case, I’m going to refrain from saying that. Instead I’m going to say.
Ms. Woods? If you’re out there reading this, you go girl! That man loves you to pieces! I think I’m going to make loving my significant other my new religion. The way I see it? The world would be a better place if more of us were shouting for God from the comforts of our beds.
Durinda
Riley Murphy writes sexy, humorous, and emotional romance, happy ending guaranteed. An optimist, she believes life is awesome, people are complicated, but in a good way, and we should never stop learning. Riley currently calls Florida home with her gorgeous husband. She has two phenomenal kids, One ridiculously adorable grandson, and a very bossy pooch. When Riley’s not working she enjoys reading, oil painting, and getting to the Sunday crossword before anyone else does, so she can fill-in all the easy answers first and pull the smart card with the family.
If Riley wasn’t a writer she’d be an international spy with top-level security so she could have a peek at Area 51 and decide for herself if those green guys are for real. Failing that she’d likely go with chicken sexer.
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I’d have his babies based solely off this sentence alone: “A woman who knows she’s well and truly loved should be able to do anything.” <3 😀
Holy cow, what an interview!! That’s hot!! lol
Awesome interview. Of course is have his babies… IF I weren’t already taken. Thanks for the chance
Loved the interview. Wild is ok in my book…The question you should ask everyone is “who wouldn’t date Jude?”
yummy, not having his babies but I wouldn’t mind the practice session for one
Love the interview!!!!
nice interview
Awesome interview and it looks like a great read too!
A very cool interview.
After two failed marriages, no, I wouldn’t date or marry him. lol He’s confident and sexy but still no. 🙂
Love the interview! I would totally date Jude if I was younger and he was available. I think he is totally off the market though. 😉
wow, jut wow, was not expecting that lol love it though! totally hot!
sent to my Kindle again it was not downloading from my queue sad to say Was drifting in my jacuzzi after a hard night at Dave Mathews concert (BTW Branford Marsalis really blew me and the horn section away ) and had to read an alternative until I can get it loaded up to go Cant wait PHEW Cheers Jane
Yeah, I’m thinking I like Jude 🙂
I would sooo make babies with him ! Or practice all the time at least ! Great interview and except of an author i had not heard of yet. Thanks !
Okay, I have to confess. I can’t make babies with him either for one reason and one reason only. My husband wouldn’t like it. Hmm…probably why I write about these guys instead. Safer for everyone involved.
Thanks again, Lisa! Loved visiting here!
Good luck to everyone who entered!
Riley
I love the interview…I would totally marry and have his babies! LOL
Enjoyed the interview. Sounds like a great series. Thanks.
Great interview. Thanks for hosting.
No babies for me but I’d enjoy the practicing 🙂 Great interview!!!
Love the interview! I very much like Jude and can’t wait to read about him!
Love the interview! I would love to have his babies!!! But we need lots of practice first!
I have never read a character interview before, oh my god that was sexy! I am not ashamed to admit it got my blood flowing. Awesome job!