In the Spotlight Interview

In the Spotlight: Clair de Lune

August 27, 2012

In the Spotlight: Clair de Lune

Click here to purchase: Initiation

Just Released August 26th!


A recently widowed grandmother, Jane Browne never dreamed she’d find a new love when she went on an exploratory visit to Prometheus, an exclusive BDSM club. She has to overcome the burden of low self-esteem and physical difficulties as well as the hostility and prejudice of a rejected rival for her Master’s affections.

Master Angus Scott has a tragedy in his pastand is determined he does not want a permanent relationship. He is strongly attracted to Jane on sight and finds himself falling in love with her as he watches her struggles, even if he is reluctant to admit it.

He introduces her to the BDSM lifestyle, forcing her to conquer her fears. Gradually she regains her confidence, defeats her rival, and seizes her chance for a happily ever after with the striking Scot who woos her with soft Gaelic words of love.

The Biz

How many books do you currently have published? This one “Initiation” is the first ever. I have three more coming out in November and December.

Do you have anything in progress right now? Since I started writing I always have at least a couple in progress. The Prometheus in Chains series is planned to have 8 but there are a couple more I could write later. The Rotherham Hall Mysteries will have three. The second is being written now. I have an idea for a one based on Hadrian’s Wall. It is a Roman one.

What is your favorite type of Hero/Heroine to write about? Hero is a Dominant male but caring and very loving. He brooks no nonsense but would do anything for his lover. I love to write about Scotsmen. Think about it… Heroines tend to be warm caring and intelligent with a sense of humour. They don’t always do what their Doms want so get into trouble.

What genre do you prefer to write? BDSM either contemporary or historical. I love the Regency period too.

What is the hardest part of writing for you? All the extra bits that need to be done to get the book published. I love sitting down to write with my characters in my head and the story ready to tell.

Advice for aspiring and new writers? It’s never too late to start.

Do you use photo’s for visual inspiration when creating your characters, or just your imagination? Just my imagination. I get a name and a situation then think about what he /she would look like. They are not all tall dark and handsome or glamorous and beautiful. It takes all sorts and my first heroine has arthritis but she manages to snare her hero.

Who did you dedicate your first book to?My family with love.

How do you come up with inspiration for your books?Well all over really The other day I took my granddaughter to the Roman Army museum and watching their films gave me an idea. Sometimes it’s an article I read or a news clip.

The Random

Are you Male, or Female? Female.

What would we find in your fridge if you were to do an episode of MTV Cribs?Fresh vegetables, milk, cheese, butter, yoghurts, eggs, bacon. All ingredients to make dishes. I am not keen on bought meals. I love to cook.

What’s your favorite color? Aqua

What’s your astrological sign?  Pisces

Elevator, Escalator, Stairs? I live in a bungalow which is built on a hillside so get stairs every day.

Coffee, Tea, Soda? Tea but it must be black tea with milk and no sugar. I like flavored black teas, cinnamon, Christmas tea etc. I like the occasional Costa Cinnamon latte.

Favorite Movie? BBC version of Pride and Prejudice.. Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle.

What song is on your iPod/Mp3/Stereo right now? Nine Inch Nails “Meet Your Master”

Favorite Rainy Day activity? Writing or Applique

The Good Stuff

If you had to pick one item to bring to the bedroom with you what would it be? melted chocolate

What is your guiltiest pleasure? Brown sugar on porridge. Well that’s the one you get to know about.

Thong, Bikini, Full Coverage, CommandoThong

Lovemaking, Wham Bam, Kinky Fuckery? Kinky Fuckery

Single and Loving it, Happily Taken? Married. 1 careful owner. Not saying how many years.

Tall Dark and Handsome or Playful Funny and Sexy?Playful, funny and sexy.

Biker, Musician, Artist, Construction Worker or CEO?  CEO… at my age I need the luxuries he can provide. But if I can have a biker CEO that would be perfect.

Now that you know Clair check out the excerpt from her new release “Initiation”….


He took her hand and led her to a chair and made her sit on his lap. Once again, he bent her over his arm and proceeded to kiss her until her senses reeled. He did not have to ask. Her mouth opened for him, and he took possession. He did not allow her to take any control this time. He nibbled her bottom lip, and from there down her neck and along her shoulder. She was hot and wet and ready. Her nipples pebbled under the caress of his strong fingers.

“Next time we will try clamping these,” he said. He saw her eyes flare as she realized he had said “next time.” He felt the difference in her. She sat straighter, and a small smile lifted the corners of her mouth.

What the fuck was he doing? Raising expectations he did not intend to fulfill…or did he? Angus thought.

He realized he would see her again because he wanted to see her again and that was something that rocked him. For years he had had no sub. He had never quite found what he needed. Prometheus was a devious bastard and had sent a lot of subs his way to tempt him and thought he had sent him this one. He knew Angus was bored by the young subs. Could this grandmother be the one? He did not know if he even wanted to start all the long training of such a new sub. What to do? Maybe just carry on and see where it all led.

He forced his mind away from that thought and concentrated on the moment. Leave the rest for now and enjoy what he had. He took his hand from her breasts and cupped her mound…Hm, trimmed but not bare, something else to be corrected.

“Open your legs.”

She complied and opened her legs a few inches, so he slapped her mound. She got the message and opened wider. He slid one long finger into her slit. How wet she was. He had lube waiting but saw he would not be needing that. So much cream was not common surely in one of her age.

“You are so wet. Are you always so wet?”

“Yes, Master.”

His fingers circled her swollen clit, slick with her juices. He felt around for the bundle of nerves under her hood and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. She squeaked and jumped, and he did it again. He began to rub her clit with his finger, and she writhed. He slapped her thigh.

“Be still.”

* * * *

Jane tried, she really tried to be still, but it was fucking difficult with his fingers exploring her, and she knew if she could just get him to concentrate on her clit she would come. It seemed he had other ideas. Slowly, he circled her clit, never touching just where and how she needed. She was shaking with need by the time he pushed one long, strong finger inside her. She gasped and whined as he withdrew it, to bring it to his mouth and suck it clean. The expression on her face must have given her away because he said, “I told you I wanted to taste you. You are so sweet and spicy. I want more…Now!”

He picked her up and put her on the bed.

“Lie back on the pillows and keep those thighs open.”

He began to strip. She was going to find out! His shirt and jerkin were neatly folded and placed on a chair. The buckles of his kilt…but no. He smiled at her and took off his shoes and his white wool socks oh so slowly. He was teasing her, doing a striptease, and she was drooling. He was lean and muscular, though not very hairy on his body, what she could see of it. She wondered if it was natural or waxed. His arms and legs were hairy. All thoughts left her head as his hand went to the buckles of his kilt. He unfastened the buckles, turning away to fold the heavy kilt carefully and laid it over the back of the chair. His backside was poetry in motion, compact and bijou. As he bent to pick up a stray sock that had fallen on the floor, his balls poked through his legs. Had he done that on purpose? She ran her tongue over her suddenly dry lips and waited, containing her soul in patience, for him to turn around. Eventually he did, but it seemed to take him forever. His cock was long and thick and hard. How was that monster going to fit inside her. It had been so long. There were subtle signs of aging on his body, but in spite of them he was so hot. It was so unfair. She had more wrinkles and saggy bits than he had.

He crawled on all fours on the bed and settled himself between her legs then he pushed two fingers inside her.

“God, but you are wet!” He smiled then he pulled out and circled her clit again. She writhed and moaned.

“Be still, all in good time.”

He pushed his fingers back inside her and proceeded to fuck her with them. As he withdrew each time, he curled them and stroked her G-spot. She moaned in appreciation. He took his fingers out and sucked them, smacking his lips in appreciation to her stunned disbelief. Then he started to lick her inner thighs, up nearly to her clit then over to the other thigh and licked that one almost to her clit. He was going to drive her mad. She fought to keep still but was losing the battle when he dropped to his elbows, opened her with both hands, and oh, God, he was going to…he couldn’t be. But he could and he was.

“I can smell your juices. I want to taste them again. Be still,” he growled.

He licked up and around her clit and down the other side. She moaned and writhed and just gave up trying to keep still. If there were to be consequences, she’d deal with them later. He lapped at her juices and penetrated her with his tongue, stabbing in and out of her pussy and sending her to the edge but it was never quite enough. How did he know just when to stop? How long could he keep it up?

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