Some Write It Hot

September 24, 2010

Meet Jenika Snow

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Jenika is just your average woman. She lives in the too hot northeast with her husband and their young daughter. Thankfully, he shares her unusual sense of humor and naughty nature.

Along with taking care of their daughter, they have to keep an eye on Milo, their spunky cat. When not writing, Jenika works full-time at a hospital and attends nursing school. Writing is Jenika’s number one passion, but since life gets in the way, she isn’t able to write full-time (at least not yet.)

Jenika writes erotic paranormal, contemporary and sci/fi romances. Her publishing houses are Siren-Bookstrand, Total-E-Bound and Passion in Print publishing.

Jenika started writing at a very young age. Her first story consisted of a young girl who traveled to an exotic island and found a magical doll. That story as long since disappeared, but her passion for writing has stayed strong.

Blurb

When Kasia is taken to the BDSM club, Cimmerian, by her friend, she doesn’t realize that she isn’t the only one with dark fantasies. When she is approached by a Dom only known as Master, she doesn’t know if she is really ready to experience what she has always fantasized about.

Through him she is tempted with erotic pleasures, and tantalized with experiences that she has only dreamed about. Tonight is when she will finally know what it means be fully dominated, while she lets her mind and body submit.

Excerpt

Her breath seized in her lungs as her eyes adjusted to the sight, smells, and sounds. The smell of leather, sweat, and sex filled the air and instantly caused her to tingle all over, as if her very cells come alive with arousal and titillation. The sound of whips cracking in the air and hands slapping against flesh surrounded her. Moans and groans of pleasure filled the air and brought about realism for her that she instantly recognized. This place was right. She felt like there was no other place that could have described the things she felt or that could have made her feel so comfortable.

She took the time to look around, to actually take in every nook and cranny, every dip and hollow that made up this underground club. The air was thick with sex and made her senses come alive with want. Leather whips cracked against the ground, the sound causing her muscles to tense with vivification and a little bit of trepidation. Although there were not too many bodies in the room, the small space was intensified by the heat of each person moving to reach their pleasure.

Tatiana whispered in her ear about grabbing some drinks and she nodded. She was transfixed by everything, not able to pry her eyes away from everything that was being revealed.

A stage was set up directly across from the door she had just entered through. A woman stood on the stage, naked, arms above her head as a masked man took a crop to her caramel colored skin. Even from the distance, Kasia could see how much the woman enjoyed it, her body now covered with red marks, her flesh swollen as she withered and moaned. The chain that held her arms in place jangled loudly, her body thrashing as she spread her legs and thrusted her hips out at her masked lover. He never touched her though, just continued to slap her with the crop, the sounds of leather against skin loud in the room. Over her breasts, across her belly, and between her legs, he was ruthless in his pursuits. Over and over again he did this, never once touching his flesh to hers until soon the woman had her head thrown back and screamed out her release. It was intensely erotic and frightening.

Kasia took a step back, her hand going over her heart to will it to slow down. She felt like a voyeur for the way she had just watched that woman get slapped into orgasm. There had to be something wrong with her, something terribly disturbing going on with her for her to want to see these things, for her to desire to be the one strung up there. She pushed the thoughts away and looked around the room, noticing for the first time that the majority of the patrons were staring at her. She swallowed, suddenly feeling so overwhelmed that she couldn’t breathe. Her stomach was suddenly rolling with nervousness and lust. She looked around for Tatiana, trying to see through the thick, murky darkness that coated the inner club.

Aside from the stage, there wasn’t anything else going on. The inside of the club was set up much like any other club. Tables were strewn about, an impressive bar on one side, a dance floor on the other. There really weren’t too many people—at least, not as many as Kasia assumed there would be on a Saturday night. She noticed someone coming out of a side door, sweat clear on his body and a flogger in hand.

She shivered.

Whatever was behind that door was where the real party was. What was displayed out here was just an appetizer.

She finally spotted Tatiana leaning against the bar, a man dressed only in a pair of tight leather pants talking precariously close to her. Kasia made her way toward her friend, halting when she felt a prickling on the back of her neck. She stopped and looked around, her eyes stopping on a table that was pushed far against the wall. The shadows obscured the majority of it, but she could still see the massive body that was seated behind it. She couldn’t make out the face, but judging from the huge legs that were lazily stretched out beneath the table and the huge forearms that the shadows didn’t touch, it was a man – and a very big one at that.

Even though she couldn’t see his face, she knew he was staring right at her, knew that his eyes were boring right into her own. His finger played over the rim of his cut crystal glass, the fluid in the glass as dark as blood. She swallowed, her pussy suddenly growing damp, knowing that the man seated behind that table was powerful and strong: a Dominant. She quickly moved her gaze away from the shadowed table, feeling embarrassed and dirty at the fact that she had grown wet from her thoughts. She felt exposed, stripped bare, as if the clothes she wore were nothing in a place like this.

Even though she felt dirty and disgusted with herself, she felt alive and aroused, empowered by the feelings that this atmosphere conjured up in her. She was a big walking contradiction.

Learn more about Jenika Snow at her website

*Free ongoing vampire erotic read hosted at Jenika’s website! A new chapter is added each month.

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