Thank you for joining us on the Power Play: Resistance virtual release tour! *throws penis-shaped confetti borrowed from Anne Tenino* No party is complete without favors, so we’ll be giving away winner’s choice of a backlist book from Cat or Rachel to one lucky commenter from this blog at the end of the tour. We’ll also be giving away a classic Nook pre-loaded with six of our titles to one lucky commenter drawn from all the tour stops, so follow along and party with us at each–you can earn an entry at every stop!
Baby I Was Born this Way: Part II
At Joyfully Jay’s yesterday, we talked about the inborn nature of dominance and submission, sadism and masochism. I promised to share my own “coming out” story—or rather, my moment of realization that I was a sexual sadist. We’d also love to hear your coming out stories—if you’d be willing to honor us with sharing in a comment the moment when you realized you were a sadist or masochist or both, Dominant or submissive or both, please do!
My own moment of self-discovery went unexamined for many, many years. I was six, you see, and knew nothing about sexuality of any sort, let alone what it meant to be kinky. It was summer, and we had a big above-ground pool in the backyard. My sis (eight years old at the time) and I were (and still are) best friends, and water-babies besides, and we’d go out every sunny day and play in that pool from after breakfast until right before dinner. We played a lot of make-believe, of course, and one of our favorite games was Mermaids.
Building mermaid society in our backyard took many different forms, but one of the things that happened above Atlantis, on occasion, was that a ship full of humans would veer off course and smash on a rock or get stuck in a whirlpool or some other disastrous thing. My sister (who has since grown up to be a pediatric nurse practitioner) was always the mermaid who would guide the ship to safety before it sank. But when it was my turn to pick what happened, I was always the mermaid who’d rescue the handsome but painfully injured prince from a watery grave. On generous days, I’d nurse him back to health. He’d fall in love with me, natch, but I never quite knew what was supposed to happen after that. The important part was that I got to watch him suffer :-p
And if that isn’t inborn sadism—my happy-go-lucky six-year-old self with two amazing parents and a loving big sis and a perfectly delightful middle-class upbringing—I don’t know what is. Mind you, I’d never hurt a fly in real life, and it almost physically hurts me to see someone suffer when they don’t like it. But when they do like it? Or in my fantasies? Oh my.
As I grew older, I began to meet others who shared my bent. It was a huge relief to realize I wasn’t alone, that there was nothing wrong with me (an understanding that came much later, alas), that I wasn’t a bad person for thinking these things. I didn’t really begin to associate my sadism with sex until I was in college—which was also about the time I began to realize I was very, very Dominant too—but oh boy did that open up a whole new world for me. And now here I am at 34, unable to imagine things any other way. And I’ve never forgotten what it felt like to be a child too young to understand what any of this meant, too afraid to talk to her parents about it, yet so secretly excited by the idea of all that kink.
So how about you? When did you discover your kinky tendencies? How did you feel about them? Do you believe you were born that way, or do you think it’s something we learn somewhere along the way? Share your thoughts, and Cat and I will pick two winners from among the comments to win a backlist book from either of us.
Give me six months, and I’ll give you the world.
Brandon McKinney has scraped and sacrificed for what little in life he’s ever had. Though it’s been fifteen years since he escaped his father’s abuse, the damage remains. Trust seems as far out of reach as his dream of becoming an architect, and though he’s come to accept being gay, he can’t deny the shame and confusion he feels at other urges—the deeply-repressed desire to submit.
Jonathan Watkins is a self-made Silicon Valley billionaire whose ex-wife took half his money and even more of his faith. Comfortable as a Dominant but wary of being hurt again, he resorts to anonymous pickups and occasional six-month contracts with subs seeking only a master, not a lover.
When a sizzling back-alley encounter cues Jonathan in to Brandon’s deep-seated submissive side, he makes the man an offer: Give me six months of your life, and I’ll open your eyes to a whole new world. Brandon doesn’t care about that; all he wants is the three million dollars Jonathan’s offering so he can buy the construction company he works for. But he soon learns that six months on his knees is no easy feat, and shame and pride may keep him from all he ever wanted—and all he never dreamed he had any right to have.
You can read an excerpt and order Power Play: Resistance here.
About the authors:
Rachel Haimowitz is an M/M erotic romance author, a freelance writer and editor, and the Managing Editor of Riptide Publishing. She’s also a sadist with a pesky conscience, shamelessly silly, and quite proudly pervish. Fortunately, all those things make writing a lot more fun for her . . . if not so much for her characters.
When she’s not writing about hot guys getting it on (or just plain getting it; her characters rarely escape a story unscathed), she loves to read, hike, camp, sing, perform in community theater, and glue captions to cats. She also has a particular fondness for her very needy dog, her even needier cat, and shouting at kids to get off her lawn.
You can find Rachel at her website, Tweeting as RachelHaimowitz, chatting in the Goodreads forums, and blogging at Fantasy Unbound. She loves to hear from folks, so feel free to drop her a line anytime at metarachel (at) gmail (dot) com.
EPIC Award–winning author Cat Grant lives by the sea in beautiful Monterey, California, with one persnickety feline and entirely too many books and DVDs. When she’s not writing, she sings along (badly!) to whatever’s on her iPod shuffle, watches lots of movies, and fantasizes about kinky sex with Michael Fassbender.
Where to find Cat: