The Rare & Elusive Alphamale Submissive....

I'm just gonna let it rip...

I like a good strong man. I do. I am into the chivalry, open my door, hand on my back, and a "Yes, Ma'am" has many a time caused a physical reaction in me.

Let's strip this fucker down. We have men - all men - from average normal hetero guy who does the football and beer, to the business to the transguys who rebuild engines and gayboys who flaunt it better than me. (We'll delve further into that in another post.)

I love guys. All guys. Adore the gayboys. Seriously. Adore. I like big guys with muscles. I like poony little nerds. I love the male species in all of its forms.

Women...meh...depends. The girls bathroom is the worlds most dangerous place. As far as the physiology of women, I love looking at beautiful women. A good rack, a nice ass, I am not oblivious. Hell, great lips. Or maybe a sparkling personality. But its more difficult for me to communicate with women. It's competitive as hell over here. And because of that, I find men fascinating.

Today, the thought is all about the "Dominant male". Well, hello. That's good, ya. Okay.
But there is something even better for some of us. And that is the almost extinct species of alphamale sub.

Why?
Because they possess all the great qualities of a real man without being afraid to admit they like being tied up.

You'll rarely hear about them, hardly ever see them. Why? Because  they are eclipsed within the shadows of their own masculinity. But I assure you, they do exist.

I always knew when I started writing Juliet, I would have an incredibly sexy, strong male who wouldn't be afraid to show his pain, his hurt, his darkside. Salvatore Raniero has served me well. As far as my characters go, he is without a doubt my favorite. But he's also the most complicated.

I have raised three sons. I have some measure of what it takes to raise a good man. A strong man. And I can assure you it is not easy especially with some women running around, knocking them down, and putting an agenda up in their faces. My older two have more than once been chastised or scrutinized for their overly male social skill. By that, I mean they open the fucking doors. And you know what, there is nothing wrong with it. There is also nothing wrong with it - if I want to open the door - but to rake the entire species over the flaming coals because they did something kind....well, it's no wonder all the good men have gone into hiding. Remember, the bathrooms girls - can be scathing, bitter, and evil.

In my personal life, I've taken on both roles of top and bottom. I have a preference, which isn't important in this conversation, but suffice it to say I understand the kind of willpower it takes to sometimes bend or kneel when your head may not be in it. I have an amazing respect for those alphamales who kneel.

Every time they kneel, it goes against their grain. An inner conflict to be the lead and still surrender to another. That little bit is what makes them so appealing. Not only is their behavior unexpected, it is also not done without thought. Highly perceptive, currently assessing situations, whether to swoop the girl out of harms way and take the punishment later or to do as they are told. Standard practicum of submissive would dictate to always submit to another, but alphas don't always do that. No...and that makes them hella fun to be around.

To encourage more of them to appear, it would take an act of a lot of strong women. Women who know that just because a man may happen to step ahead of her - for safety sake, it does not mean she's less than. We have to stop devaluing ourselves not only in terms of body image, or worth, but in terms raising up to meet the bar. We have to stop holding the grudge. Much like I believe is true in many issues within our society. Looking at the history is good for teaching, but if you keep looking backwards - you cannot effectively move forward. Personally, I don't really want to power-up if it means stepping on someone. That's not growth, that's a boost. And I'd prefer to stand on my own two feet.

What happens to alphamale subs as they mature? Well, that's another book. But for now, I think we should all be relishing in the beautiful chaos that they possess during their growth.

And if you haven't had one, you should. And do everything you can as a woman or man, to foster the growth necessary to allow people to blossom including men who want to be men and don't mind carrying us around on a pedestal. Ahh, the wonders of the alphamale submissive.
Until then, I am going to be their cheerleader.

XO - Ms. Samuels

Redefining the Genre

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TI is FREE for the next FIVE!

The Initiation is FREE from Wednesday June 17 thru Sunday June 21.

Please, please...go get a copy. Read it once. And then go read those naughty bits time and again!

Let go and enjoy the ride!

XO - kailee

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The Initiation

Holding it up...

“Without a Master, there is no love for me.”

Those words belong to one Cassidy “Cas” Dawn Hope, one of the many supporting characters in Juliet. This week I wanted to give you a more personal glimpse into them and why I feel they are so integral to the story.

I know it may seem odd to talk about the main characters, Iris and Sal  first as I have in the previous two weeks. Why not wait and build up suspense to them? Because the simple truth for me is the heart of Juliet is just as much about the supporting roles as the mains.

When I began drafting Juliet, I knew that there would be supporting characters as well as those even lesser known extras sprinkled in, what surprised me so was not only the quantity of them that showed up to the party but also the stories they had to tell. Before I knew it, they were all vying for a coveted spot on the page.

Because of that driving need I have to watch those supporting characters stories come alive, I decided about half way through Juliet that it would be a collection, a series of books all with the same characters. The books would all relate back to Iris and Sal but with the additional tales of the supporting cast thrown in. Of course, in some ways this graduates them to also holding somewhat of a main character role.

It is my hope that I have chosen to focus on those supporting characters which you Dear Reader, also have found most intriguing. However, I am always open to hearing your pleas for whose story you want to hear.  

In addition to Iris and Sal in Juliet, I also focus quite a bit on Anna, Mierne, Serene, and Jack. I adore the scenes with Anna and Sal, they have truly warmed my heart. In part, because it goes against the norm and it is a point of controversy. But I think the relationship is worth examining, and I am brazen enough to do it. People are people, love is love. And never has that been truer than in the story of Sal and Anna. I love going against the grain, questioning what is possible, and you can come to expect that from me. There is no relationship dynamic I won’t examine. In that department, I am fearless because I do this for you. If I can make someone think or feel something in my art of writing, then my dream is complete. To examine diverse relationships, to understand that not everything is black, white, or even gray. Thinking outside of the box of what is comfortable. And it just so happens that my platform in doing this is in writing erotic fiction with themes of BDSM.

That said though, I hate being pidgeon-holed into a “genre”. Yes, it’s erotica. Yes, it’s BDSM. But there is also some mystery, suspense, thrill, and romance. So while I do have to tag it a certain way, I do not like it because it’s more than smut. And while I am on my soapbox, I’ll also say I do not have a set word count. I can promise you, I will give you your money’s worth to entertain you for X-amount of hours. My books – even the short story “Scenes” are over 30k. And I could almost guarantee every book will come in over 100k words. Long-winded? Maybe. But the one thing I hate as a reader, is not feeling like I had enough time with the characters. I personally enjoy settling into a long book, getting to know those I’m reading about. If you don’t like it long, don’t buy my book. But please, don’t ask me to shorten them because I can’t.

Being self-published has also given me the freedom to publish when I want without deadlines looming. I am not going to paint a picture for you in X-amount of time just to get it out to you to make a buck. It’s done when it’s done in my mind. And I will hit the publish button when I feel I am done crafting a tale that I think you will enjoy. I am working on the second book (it’s about a third complete) - which in my mind will always be the first book as Juliet is the precursor to the series, essentially making it book zero – being done by the fall 2015. But real life happens, shit falls apart, and delays do occur. But sometimes, things go right. And it may came in a flood and be out early. And for that reason alone, I cannot give you a set release date. The story comes in a series of flashes, and many times I do not even know what’s going to happen. So I apologize for my lack of release dates, but I assure you, unless I go on a far-off journey aka, “death”, there will be more books with these characters because I simply love them.

Some of my favorite parts of Juliet are all of the “girl crew” scenes with Iris, Cas, Nina, Zoe, and Jessica. There is such strife between women, even in the closest of friendships and I wanted to take a look at that. I think the women’s bathroom is quite literally one of the most dangerous places in the world. We are not bro’s or homies or even sisters, most times we are arch rivals and bitter enemies, and I think the lack of support amongst women is a serious problem. We do not generally bond together the same way in which males do and to put that undercurrent of tension between them was an important facet of Iris’ story. She had never experienced having “girlfriends” before as Peyton was her only friend. And yes, Peyton is gay. And before you ask,  I am working on the Peyton and Kyle short story. Mostly because I want to challenge myself to write their story  and pray I do it justice.

Sal is an ass at times, I know. He’s supposed to be. It’s part of his growth arch which is fundamental to making him who he is. And as we delve further into his personal story, I think much of his behavior will be explained. Iris on the other hand is chaotic. Sometimes she has a fragility about her and then when you least expect it she has the biggest balls in the room. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I have loved writing them.

So when will it be out? I am putting finishing touches on The Initiation, Scenes from Juliet now and they could release any day now. And then you can find both Juliet and The Initiation at various online markets.

I realize this post was a bit scatterbrained, but I wanted to provide you with some insight into the supporting roles as well as some of my thoughts on writing. Thank you for taking the time to read me.

With love & light.

Enjoy the ride,

k

Greetings, Sal

His ink swirling around his body, over chiseled arms, swirling down his taut belly, coming up from his bare feet. Whiskey and cigarettes. And a pain tolerance that has no bounds. Sal Raniero is the golden boy submissive of Juliet and primed to become a Master.

 

Much like the strong personality characteristics Salvatore has in Juliet, he is much the same way in my head. He arrived in 2012 in another story with little notice by me. And as I continued working on that original tale, he began to evolve and it became clear to me that he could anchor main character a role.

The thing about Sal that surprised me most was that he had the heart to match his good looks. He knows he isn’t perfect but where he does shine is in his abilities to read people. He knows when to turn on his bad boy persona and when to take a step back to the real him. I think by the end of Juliet you start to get a real feeling of who he is as a man, but also see his weaknesses.

I have tried to keep him authentic and grounded as possible. He is stubborn not only on paper but in my head. He doesn’t ramble about in my head but rather comes up with the quips that make me look like one of those insane writers who is typing away laughing and crying, sometimes at the same time.

I have a fondness for him which while I could easily attribute to his physique, it is more than that. He is an incredibly, sometimes brutally honest guy and I respect him for it. Still, there are days when I have loathed spending time with him because sometimes his loud mouth gets in the way of his heart.

What I will share with you is that while Iris may have pushed me to write the story, it was Sal who stood ever vigilant at the door making sure I didn’t run off. He is the one who scolds me when I’ve spent one too many days away from the box he lives in.

 I think it’s important to remember that Juliet isn’t just about Iris’ story. It’s just as much Sal’s story. As well as a very full cast of colorful characters who I have tried to make memorable. Some of those supporting characters will be given their due time as I delve into their stories.

I think what Sal, in particular, has taught me more than any other character is in web-spinning. Connecting those little intricate threads through subtle strokes as opposed finger paint splatter. There is a time and place for those massive swells of generous color, but a lot can be said with sometimes the finer brush strokes. And sometimes following the finite lines lead to even bigger pictures than the globs of goo. I’m not completely sure that made sense on paper, but it does in my head.

Another very important thing Sal gave me was in body language. His big personality and his movements gave me many a struggle. Again, I’ve tried to give him to you as honestly as I could and I think that the totality of Salvatore will translate to the reader just as bright a character as Iris. I don’t think he wants her standing in his shadow or even necessarily with her as a pretty princess on a pedestal. They are equals through and through despite the different obstacles each is encountering on their journey.

I love Sal as much as I love Iris. Possibly even more because without him standing in that door, Iris would have never been heard. He made Iris’ voice possible and for that I am eternally grateful to him.

Love & Light

Enjoy the ride!

k.

Hello, Iris

Vanilla Cake with Buttercream Frosting.

With fruit even better.

Iris Kettles’ affinity for sugar knows no bounds.

 Couple that fork with a good read and she ’s content.

And when her life is turned upside down, she discovers a whole new addiction in her submission.

I’ll be honest, I didn’t like Iris at first. Even though, I created her. Typically, when I am in write-mode, the story develops first and then the characters come to the party. Iris was too quiet. I certainly wouldn’t want to sit by her, she’s no fun, so why would you dear reader?

The girl who gets intimidated by everyone and delves into books and food so she doesn’t have to get to know herself. The untypical main character, a pudgy-little half-breed academic. So not the character erotic writing typically has. So why would I want to get to know her? Isn’t me Kailee getting to know her just asking for the bad jokes to come rolling in? Who writes erotica with a girl like Iris leading the novel?

So we, she and I, are up at all hours. Arguing. About what her story is and isn’t. And then she kindly informs me that she isn’t done. I look at her as she’s eating her chocolate mousse and ask, “What did you say?”

And then it hit me what she was telling me. And what I was reading in countless forums. You beautiful readers fall in love with characters. You want their ups and downs, highs and lows. Heart-breaking and falling. And then I thought about myself and the books that truly resonated with me, I was left wanting more of the characters.

I questioned my motives. I did. I fought with myself over Iris. Her addictions, her hips, her heritage, her everything. We fought and we fought hard. Then Iris told me something. It’s more than erotica. And me being me, I argued with her some more. And I’m still not sure it’s erotica, but we’ll go with it for argument sake. Perhaps even better, we’ll go with epic erotica. Or, epirotica.

I gave Iris a chance. Typically, this was the kind of character that I would have just cut. She would have hit the delete button, the shredder, and been long gone and forgotten. But there was something about her that just seemed so sincere, so kind, the girl you don’t think you want on your team, but you really do. So I took a step back, got to know her, and kept writing. I figured either she’d work her way out of my head or end up dead. Just being honest.

Writers play with characters the way children do dolls. Sometimes they have tea parties, sometimes they fight, and sometimes they rip each other’s clothes off just because we writers - as their owners - can. We like to push the boundaries, see what we can get away with. But Iris pushed me. She pushed me to keep writing her story because she believed that amongst her stories and sweet peach tea, she was valid.

Now, I honestly don’t mind her so much anymore. I’m proud to call her my friend. She’s the kind of girl you could have cake with, share your life with, and if she disagrees with you on letting her hit the shredder, she’ll tell you about it. So, Thanks, Iris, for telling me about it. For saying, “Bitch, you push that DEL key and I promise you’ll regret it.”

So I did what anyone else would have done, I took her to hell and back. And every single time, she came back stronger. I was shocked really. I figured she’d mouse out eventually. But she didn’t, she’s smart, tough, and fights for what she wants. Even to remain on the page, she fought me.

In a way, Iris changed me for the better. She shared her life with me, and now I’m giving her to you. I hope you love her as much as I do.

I’ll introduce Sal next Tuesday.

Thank you for your time.

Enjoy the ride,
Ms. Samuels

 

 

Snow Angels

It's snowing. Like a lot. Well, for us anyway. Typically we only get ice which is more of a nightmare than beauty.

I've been kind of kicked back late. Maybe the calm before the storm. Real life comes into play on occasion, surgeries happen, healing takes time. But every time I stop and reflect back on my work I'm reminded of the blessings in my own life.

Not every moment needs to be a heated, passionate against the wall statement. Sometimes the tenderest of moments come in the understated ones - the ones we are less likely to remember. Where  you haven't held your love's hand in a week, the gentle caress and touch of sweetness. Don't get me wrong I love full throttle hot fucking. But sometimes the simplest gets my heart like no other.

Much like this snow is getting us today. I don't mind Valentines so much but the preconceived notions of romance swirling around it are sometimes ill-fated and I'm a realist. Sometimes after the wedding, the reception, the honeymoon night is just not there. And that's ok.

Just like this snow. It's ok too.

I'm embracing it for what it is. 

And sometimes that's all you can do.