Co Authors of The Journal, Liv Honeywell and Domitri Xavier are on my blog today. Come and meet them!
Today I'm happy to have with me Liv
Honeywell and Domitri Xavier, the hot BDSM co authors of The Journal.
Welcome guys!
Thank you, Constance. We’re really
happy to be here and thank you for having us .
Back Cover Copy:
“Come to my study at eight o’clock
sharp. Dress for dinner. Wear high heels and put on that dress –
you know what I expect of you.”
When the order comes Livia is torn
between anticipation and dread.
Does he know? How could he possibly
know what she has done? And how can she find the words and the
courage to tell him?
As eight o’clock edges ever nearer,
Livia waits outside the study door, trembling; uncertain of what she
will find when she comes face to face with her Master.
If he knows… If he does, there
will be consequences. There is no doubt about that.
What will be the price for her moment
of disobedience?
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I'm curious about how you got
started. Who had the first idea for this story?
Domitri: Liv and I met about 12 years
ago but most of that time I wasn't aware that she was a writer. About
a year ago, Liv contacted me with the idea of writing something
together and I responded with the first chapter of the book. For
various reasons almost a year went by before we got down to it
seriously. In general, during the writing process, I was very keen to
move the story on and equally excited to read Liv's responses
(as she, of course, was to read mine!).
The idea was mine, the plot shifts were
mine, and all Liv had to do was react. And how beautifully she did.
Liv: Good gracious, is something wrong?
Are you feeling quite well? That was an actual compliment you just
gave me. And a relatively long, proper answer. Who are you, and what
have you done with Domitri?
Domitri: Liv, I am surprised that you
should remark upon my beneficence and generosity with my time. I'm
absolutely known for it. Please keep your answers short. I'm sure
nobody is very interested in what you have to say.
Liv: Ah, there we
go. Back to normal!
There’s not
really a lot to add to that. Once I got Domitri’s first section he
told me that he wanted me to write the same section from the slave’s
point of view, and that was it really. We were off and running.
Is there much conflict when you're
writing with someone else?
Domitri: No. She just does as she's
told.
Again, since I was the one propelling
the plot and knew what that would be all along, it was Liv’s
frankly more difficult job, to respond to each twist and turn. We
respect each other's writing and even when we were proof reading for
the tenth time, there were never any cross words exchanged between
us.
Liv: I always do
as I’m told. I’m a good girl, practically angelic. I have to be
to put up with him!
No, seriously,
writing with Domitri was an absolute pleasure. I did find writing
some of the story difficult and had to really think about it, but
then again, Domitri was the one who had to worry about the plot and
where it was going. The whole thing just seemed to flow from start to
finish, and Domitri is right, we never had any disagreements at all.
Fingers crossed that the next one in the series is the same.
Domitri: Yes, on mature reflection, it
was much more difficult for me.
Who has the final say on a scene if
you DON'T agree?
Domitri: I wonder if you can possibly
imagine who that might be.
Liv: I’m saying nothing!
That may have been a silly
question...
On the other side of the scale, I
would imagine if you hit a patch of writer's block it would be good
to have someone to bounce off. Do YOU find that?
Domitri: Yes. I don't think I did
have writer’s block. Liv reading out loud to me her
responses gave her a voice for the character which made it easier for
me to take control of the situation.
It's a very interesting question, and
you should congratulate yourself for asking it.
Why thank you Dimitri!
Liv: Domitri, how
patronising can you be?
Domitri: That’s
not being patronising. Little ladies deserve a pat on the head when
they’ve done something well.
Liv: I do
apologise for him, Constance. Anyway, back to the question. I never
had writer’s block while we were writing The Journal. Some of the
situations Domitri presented me with almost forced a response out of
me. I reacted instinctively and then poured it onto the page. And the
way he controlled everything, I actually felt submissive and that
gave me so much to do with it all, so much to react to. That’s why
I didn't get writer's block. And the only thing I had to do was
respond. I didn’t have to worry at all about the plot or think what
came next. It wasn’t up to me.
Domitri has
helped me a lot though, if I’ve had writer’s block when working
on other stories or guest posts, so having someone to throw ideas
around with is definitely a good thing.
Domitri: Good
girl.
Did you write much of yourself into
your characters?
Domitri: Some. In the book the
slave takes a peek at my private journal. For me, as a Master,
this would mean that the slave, after having been given a chance
to explain herself, would almost certainly have been dismissed from
my service. I have unbend-able rules and if they are
broken, the cost is very high. These rules are not random but very
carefully thought out to test the obedience of my slave. If they are
broken, then the trust has gone and the relationship would be at an
end.
Liv: I had to do
a lot of thinking about how I would react to some of the situations
in the book before I could write as the slave, so to some extent I
did, yes.
So apart from the obvious BDSM
elements, would you say there was a little humour in your story?
Domitri: Not on this occasion, no. I do
write a lot of light comedy but this certainly doesn't fall into that
category. A serious incident had taken place and that needed to be
reflected in the writing. My character had to control his rage at
what had happened... No good Master delivers punishment in anger.
Liv: I love
comedy but, like Domitri said, this is really quite a serious book.
The slave has done something absolutely forbidden and her Master
wants the truth. He actually says; “I
want to ask you something. If you lie to me or try to hide the truth
even a little, we're done, okay? We will be over.” I know how that
made me feel when I read it in the first draft and that really does
leave little room for humour. That’s
not (or certainly shouldn’t be) an often trotted out threat. If he
feels he’s got to say something like that, she really is in the
deepest trouble she could possibly be in. She is, of course, going to
tell the truth because of the situation but also because she is a
very honest person and she wouldn’t lie to him anyway; but no
matter what she says in reply, no matter what reasons or
justification she thinks she had, they both know she’s going to be
thoroughly punished for what she has done. The Journal couldn’t be
described as a humorous book, though it does lighten at the end. That
doesn’t mean none of the others in the series will have any humour
though.
What's next
for you two?
Domitri: Ah! We
are writing a series of books with the generic title, Her Master’s
Voice. Each will take as its starting point, one of the poems already
published on http://domitrixavier.wordpress.com, and the next
one is to be set to the poem Shreds. By all means take a look for
yourself.
Liv: Yes, Domitri writes such beautiful
poetry. We were almost done with the first draft of The Journal and I
realised the story line was quite similar to one of his poems, so I
suggested we print it at the start of the book. Then I had the idea
to write a series of books either based on or inspired by his poems,
and he came up with the series title.
Ok I usually ask people four quick
questions so we can get to know you. Want to play?
Domitri: Oh I
think we can do that.
What's your
favourite food?
Domitri: Roast beef and Yorkshire
pudding, and for dessert, Waitrose white chocolate tiramisu, licked
from the back of my personal assistant, Fifi de Manique.
Liv: Oh you want me to pick only one?
Well I wouldn’t complain if presented with what Domitri mentioned –
not that he ever lets me get anywhere near the white chocolate
tiramisu, you understand! I love Italian food too and my favourite is
something I make occasionally – chicken and bacon pasta with
sunblush tomatoes and green pesto. Yummm. For dessert? After that it
would have to be something light, so probably blueberry cheesecake.
Domitri: My God, you do go on.
Who would you pick to play you in a
movie?
Domitri: Meryl Streep
Liv: *Looks at Domitri* Ah yes, I can
see the obvious resemblance. For me, Alex Kingston because of the
hair, and apparently, I look like her too.
If you could live anywhere on earth
where would that be?
Domitri: A gentleman’s home is his
castle. He has no business living anywhere else.
Liv: I’d love to live near the sea
somewhere so I could walk on the beach every day.
Lastly, do you have an excerpt from The
Journal you'd like to share with us?
We certainly do. Here’s a little from
near the beginning of the book:
"Look at me."
The words I had been half hoping for,
half dreading. Would he be able to tell what I was thinking? I opened
my eyes and looked up at him, letting him see how vulnerable I was
before him and how much I wanted to please him. The expression on his
face almost stopped my breath. There was so much love in his eyes,
such emotion, and I swallowed against the lump in my throat and
blinked back tears of joy mixed sickeningly with guilt. How very much
I loved this man, and what I had done to him…
He swept me into his arms and kissed me
hard, his hands roaming my body again. Our tongues tangled; his
determinedly invading my mouth, mine softly yielding to his touch. I
leaned against him, wishing that I could hold him too. I pressed my
body against his, wanting to show him how much he meant to me, hoping
that would be enough.
He broke the kiss and moved slightly,
his hand slipping between our bodies to tease me between my legs
again. I was soaking wet. How could I be otherwise? He did not even
need to touch me to provoke this reaction. When we were together, his
presence was enough and, when apart, just the thought of him was all
I needed. My body was not mine any more. It responded to him, ached
for him, whether I would wish it or not. I could deny him nothing.
He lifted his hand to my mouth; his
fingers wet, and gently painted my lips with my own juices. I tasted
my arousal on my tongue but would have no more dared to wipe it away,
than I would think to say ‘no’ to him. I stood with my mouth
open, my juices trickling down my chin, awaiting his pleasure.
He pressed his fingers further into my
mouth, probing deeply and I tried to relax, to let him penetrate
where he would, but I choked as his finger reached the back of my
mouth. “No,” he yelled and I shrank back, mortified that I had
not been able to give him what he required of me. I hurried to open
my mouth again, concentrating hard on relaxing my throat, and this
time I was fully open to him.
He removed his hand from my mouth and
lifted my dress, stroking and exploring my breasts. I licked his
fingers when asked and he circled my nipples so lightly and tenderly
that it was almost difficult to believe that he could ever hurt me.
His touch on my breasts roughened and
he gripped them tightly, crushing my nipples. I closed my eyes, torn
once again between pain and pleasure; so aroused it was close to
unbearable. My knees weakened and I leaned against him, my head
resting against his shoulder. I could feel the hard length of his
cock pressing against my hip and I moved just a little against it,
hoping, despite what I’d done, that this time he would use my body;
that I would feel him deep inside me.
Wow that was hot! I don't know about
everyone else but I can't wait to read more. Thank you so much for
visiting with me today. I hope you enjoyed yourselves. I know I did!
Liv: Oh we did! We had such a lot of
fun answering the questions. You even managed to get Mr Grumpypants
in a good mood! Thank you for having us.
Domitri: My dear Constance, it has been
a pleasure to answer such intelligent and searching questions.
Thank you Domitri! You're both
very welcome. I hope you'll come back and visit when the next book in
your series comes out. I'd love to hear all about it.
Author Bios:
Liv Honeywell:
When not writing about delicious, hot
male dominants and the female subs who love them, I’m usually doing
something craft-like, reading, baking, eating the results of said
baking, and attempting to satisfy the demands of His High and Mighty
Dominance (the cat!). My first story, Imagine, was published with
Silver Moon Books last year and Coming, Ready or Not! is my first
solo book. The Journal is out now.
Domitri Xavier:
Domitri Xavier comes from a rich
heritage, including Russia, France and Yorkshire. He is the
quintessential English gentleman and lives alone in his cavernous
mansion, Upton Abbey.
Domitri is not only a writer, composer,
pianist, raconteur, wit and poet, he also enjoys a number of hobbies;
he breeds Basset Hounds, plays chess (although he has yet to record a
victory) and he is a renowned collector of used tea bags – Earl
Grey, naturally.
He fills his remaining time writing
erotic fiction, much of it based on his own lifestyle at the Abbey.
His poems have been published on Bitten
Press’s website - http://www.akissofpoetry.com/211723089
and The Journal is his first book.
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