An In-Depth Interview

Recently I was asked to answer a few questions. Sure, I replied, expecting the standard Q and A about one of my books. Imagine my pleasant surprise when the questions asked delved a little deeper into my how's and why's of writing. What a nice change of pace! But, of course, I do talk about one of my recent releases, Five Courses. ;-)

So if you're browsing around, feel free to swing by and read this short interview from the amazing Lucy who writes for Female First. I had a lot of fun!

http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/books/ayla-ruse-five-courses-408495.html

Get your erotic fantasies in print!

*Squee*

Today is a momentous event in my life. 

First, it's my 3 year Anniversary of being a published (ebook) author. 

That alone is exciting.

What makes today extra special, however, is that it's also the day I'm now a published author in PRINT!

Yes, my short story, Five Courses, is now available, in print, in the anthology Whip It Up!

Buy your print copy today, directly from Totally Bound.

Here's a snippet from my story, and the link where you can purchase your own pretty copy to have and to hold:

https://www.totallybound.com/whip-it-up-anthology-print?sort=p.date_available&order=DESC

Blurb and Excerpt from Five Courses: 

Paying the price for breaking the rules has never been so delicious.

Trent and Mike rule their kitchen like they do their subs—with firm command and guiding strokes. Only they haven't enjoyed a sub in months, not since Melissa moved in with them. She's getting over a broken heart and seems so fragile that they don't want to scare her away.

When the men come home from their club early one night, they catch her breaking just about every rule they have in their kitchen. Now the gloves are off.

Melissa, trembling under their gaze, is given ten seconds to decide her fate—she can walk away and lose any hope of growing her relationship with these men, or she can stay and submit to their creative punishment for her misdeeds…

Excerpt:

Mike turned to her fully. “Melissa, I appreciate your understanding of how important our kitchen is to us. I appreciate that you apologised for your error in judgement tonight. But tell me, have you done this before?”

She bit her lip, and curled her hands around the counter’s edge, her knuckles turning white. She wasn’t afraid of being hurt by them, but she was afraid of the unknown. Would they beat her? She didn’t think so. Would they chew her out and tell her to leave? Would they fire her? God, she hoped not.

“Your silence is telling us your answer must be yes,” Trent murmured, and cupped her cheek in the large palm of his hand.

“I believe you’re right,” Mike agreed. “It’s all adding up now. For several weeks I’ve noticed odd little things. A stray bit of crumbs in the corner, a crumpled-up napkin from that frozen pizzeria, shoved in the trash. A lone bottle of cheap beer stowed in the back of the bottom shelf of the fridge. Not to mention having sexy dance parties here, in our kitchen, instead of her flat.”

“So tell me”—Trent took over, crowding her against the counter—“do you defy us in our own place to spite us? Or because you want us?”

The latter truth of his words shot through her body and she knew her face confirmed his suspicion. Before she could make one sound, Trent growled and crushed his mouth over hers, licking at the seam until she opened with a surrendered moan. He darted his tongue in fast and swept over hers, exploring her beyond what any man had ever done.

He placed a hand over one of her fists gripping the counter, and slid his other hand to the back of her head, holding her still for his onslaught. He stepped even closer and she trembled when his erection pressed against her belly. Oh God, this cannot be happening.

She lifted her free hand to his waist, but a stinging slap to the back of her hand made her cry out into Trent’s mouth. Mike’s voice cut through the sexual haze burning through her.

“You don’t move unless we give permission, Melissa.”

Trent finished his soul-stirring kiss with a long lick over her swollen lips. He lifted his head, but he didn’t back away.

“We are going to take you, Melissa,” Trent informed her, his eyes boring into hers. “We will use you, pleasure you, fuck you until you can’t walk, then we’ll do it again.” He stepped back three steps and stood next to Mike, who still held that spatula. Despite his brutal language, she could see the excitement in their faces.

 
Mike added to Trent’s words. “You have ten seconds to make up your mind. Your choices—you can run up to your flat. We’ll clean up, you promise to never invade our kitchen such as you have tonight, and we’ll forget the entire incident. Tomorrow it’ll be like this never happened.”

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Oh, I loved writing this story and I'm thrilled to be able to share it's hard-copy pages with you!

Pick up your copy today: https://www.totallybound.com/whip-it-up-anthology-print?sort=p.date_available&order=DESC

Five Courses is now a *New Release*

Happy Friday everyone! 

I'm excited to share with you my new release, Five Courses. This short story first appeared in the anthology, Whip It Up!, but now you have a chance to grab it for your very own. Below is a snippet to entice, and the cover for you to drool. hehehe (you're welcome). Oh, and as an fyi, this story is for anyone who has ever had chef-inspired fantasies. ;-)

Five Courses

by Ayla Ruse

Publisher: Totally Bound

Paying the price for breaking the rules has never been so delicious.

Trent and Mike rule their kitchen like they do their subs—with firm command and guiding strokes. Only they haven't enjoyed a sub in months, not since Melissa moved in with them. She's getting over a broken heart and seems so fragile that they don't want to scare her away.

When the men come home from their club early one night, they catch her breaking just about every rule they have in their kitchen. Now the gloves are off.

Melissa, trembling under their gaze, is given ten seconds to decide her fate—she can walk away and lose any hope of growing her relationship with these men, or she can stay and submit to their creative punishment for her misdeeds…

Excerpt: 

Mike sank onto the couch with an audible sigh.

“Nothing catching your eye tonight, either?” Trent asked.

Mike turned his head and studied his best friend and business partner. He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. 

They both suffered from the same problem. Wanting a woman they couldn’t have.

The music pumped loud through their favorite club, the lights dim except for the stations. Mike crossed his arms over his chest and watched one sub being spanked, another being flogged and still another kneeling before her Dom.

“This sucks,” Trent commented without heat. “I’ve never had it this bad for a woman. I look around and all I see is Melissa.”

Mike nodded his head in agreement. “I don’t know whether to thank you or punch you for talking me into having her rent the middle loft.”

“I didn’t have to talk you into shit, Mike. She had nowhere to go. You would have offered her the loft by the end of that night if I hadn’t mentioned it first.”

Mike grunted at the truth in Trent’s words. That impulsive decision to give temporary aid to a woman in need had led to their four-story building being infused with the sights, sounds and scents of a woman they couldn’t touch. Amend that—wouldn’t touch. In the months she’d been living with them, she’d shown herself to be trustworthy, fun, spontaneous, dependable and of course, sexy as hell. Even when she raided the industrial-size refrigerator in the middle of the night sporting that ratty-ass robe of hers that covered every inch of skin, all he wanted to do was strip it off and feast on her delectable body.

Mike set his hands on his thighs. He liked control. Savored it. Commanded it. But the constant thoughts of the woman out of their reach made him antsy, which irritated him to no end.

Trent interrupted Mike’s thoughts. “She seemed happy to see us go tonight. Makes me wonder what she’s up to?”

Mike sat back. “Shit, Trent, we have it bad. As far as Melissa, she’s no doubt fast asleep.”

“I wonder if she ever dreams of us?”

Mike laughed. “Okay, I think you have it worse than me. When has she ever given any indication that she’s attracted to us? Not only that, she seems too vanilla. Remember the asshole she was engaged to? That was the kind of man who wants a quick fuck on Wednesday night from the wife, but gets nasty with any hooker he can find on the weekends.”

Trent scrubbed his face, calling Mike’s attention to him once more. “Fuck, Mike. This isn’t working tonight. 

I know it’s early, but I’m ready to head home.”

Mike agreed and followed Trent outside. The cool air felt good as they made their way to the car.

“There’s the Crewson job coming up next week,” Mike commented, forcing his mind away from Melissa.

“When we get home, I think I’ll work on those new crêpes.”

“Sounds good. I’ll probably whip up a batch of gelato. It’ll take my mind off Melissa.”

Mike chuckled. “Do you think she knows?”

“What? That we’re Doms?”

“Yeah. She’s submissive through and through, yet she sees us as nothing more than a couple of roommates.”

“I know. But then we’ve never put her in a position to force her submissive side, have we?”

Mike shook his head. “No.” He tapped his foot and looked up to Trent, adding, “It’d be sweet, wouldn’t it?”

They shared a smile before they climbed into the car to make the long drive back to their building.

 
Tuck it away, Mike, he told himself, almost like a mantra, preparing to go home to a woman they couldn’t touch.

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Now for the best part...

You can pick up your copy of Five Courses - today! - at a super low price, from any of these terrific ebooksellers:

Totally Bound
All Romance eBooks
Amazon
Barnes and Noble (I will update this link as it becomes available)

Keep in touch, there's more to come. And have a safe and fantastic weekend! 
~Ayla 

Congratulations!

I have two winner's announcements!

In the Whip It Up! Contest sponsored from Victoria Blisse's blog,

Jennifer is the winner of the ebook, Serena's Prince. 

In the Do You Feel the Magic Contest with Marie Harte, Linnea won a $15 giftcard and the ebook, Soulless. 

Big Congratulations to these lucky winners!

Friday's are always exciting (esp. with new books)!

Fridays are always exciting, and it's even better when Marie Harte and I have new releases coming soon from Totally Bound. To celebrate, we’re holding a contest. To win some fun prizes, simply comment on both my blog and hers to enter to win some reading material that’ll knock your socks off. 

• I'm offering a $15 gift certificate to Amazon or Barnes and Noble (winners choice), and a copy of Malathix Soul: Soulless, a scorchingly dark, erotic novella.  

• Marie's offering a $15 Amazon gift certificate, a $10 Starbucks gift certificate, and a free advanced copy of my next new release (which doesn’t release until Oct 29th) Mirror, Mirror. 

We’ll draw the winner in a few days, so drop us a line to enter to win. 
And now, our soon-to-be new releases…

Paying the price for breaking the rules has never been so delicious.

Trent and Mike rule their kitchen like they do their subs—with firm command and guiding strokes. Only they haven’t enjoyed a sub in months, not since Melissa moved in with them. She’s getting over a broken heart and seems so fragile that they don’t want to scare her away.

When the men come home from their club early one night, they catch her breaking just about every rule they have in their kitchen. Now the gloves are off.

Melissa, trembling under their gaze, is given ten seconds to decide her fate—she can walk away and lose any hope of growing her relationship with these men, or she can stay and submit to their creative punishment for her misdeeds…

Reader Advisory: This book contains minor food play, spankings, an erotic version of red-light/green-light, and interesting consequences involving cookies. 

*Please also note that Five Courses can also be found in the Whip It Up! Anthology.

–LINK–

Twin warlocks in search of a familiar. More, in search of a lover… This time, losing Regan isn’t an option.

Chance and Warrick have been looking for the shapeshifting beauty for years. Some out of control magic in their youth made her miserable, and they want her back. But when the tricky feline refuses them, they decide on another way of apologizing. In bed. Before long, forgiveness turns to acceptance. But the twins won’t use her to help them survive their Becoming during the blood moon.  They lost her once before. They can’t do it again. Then Regan wrestles the decision from their hands, and it’s do or die. Because this time, losing her isn’t an option.

–LINK–

Explicit Excerpt for your Hump Day Humps

It's Wednesday and I'm joining Marteeka Karland again for her weekly Hump Day Humps. 

Today I'm bringing you a scintillating excerpt from the tale Five Courses. It's my story in the latest anthology out from Total e-Bound, Whip It Up!, on sale now. 

Hope this tidbit helps get you through your week. ;-)

Here’s your excerpt: 

"Ohhh," she groaned. Mike sank his finger between her folds and deep into her channel. Her muscles gripped him hard and when he wiggled the digit, she felt every twitch through to her toes. 

"Open your eyes, sweetheart," Trent whispered. He rested back over the counter, the bowl now between them. He raised the spoon and let the pale mixture pour slowly back into the bowl. "I take it you've never sucked a guy off either, have you?" His whisper caressed her skin and she shivered even as she went up on her toes. Mike pumped his finger in and out of her--feeling Mike behind her while Trent talked right in front of her was screwing with her brain. She'd never been so sexually open. And under bright industrial lights, too. 

She shook her head while staring at the late-night stubble on Trent's jaw, and she couldn't help but reach out to touch him. He allowed one stroke before turning his head to capture her forefinger between his lips. He nipped the tip, then spoke again. "Keep your finger out. Yes, just like that." 

Trent drizzled the mix over the tip of her finger. Then he sucked it into his mouth, closing over the knuckle and swirling his tongue against her. Melissa couldn't have held back her moan if she'd been ordered. 

When Trent released her finger, he'd eaten all the syrup off. "Now you try it," he told her, extending his forefinger towards her. She opened her mouth. "Wait," he said, and dribbled the syrup over his finger. The entire finger. "Lick the glaze from my finger. Use only your tongue."

She stuck her tongue out and with the tip, tentatively swiped at the glaze. She tasted it, and a sweet, tangy lemon flavour burst over her tongue. 

"Melissa." Trent sounded exasperated. "Open you mouth and lick. The syrup. Off. My. Finger. Then you'll get to do it from my cock."

Melissa sucked in a breath.

"Problem?" Trent asked.

"I'm not used to the way you talk," she admitted, hoping they'd use more user-friendly terms, like 'private parts', or something.

Mike had dropped to his knees behind her and his hot breath fanned her inner leg. "She's like a faucet down here, Trent," Mike announced, his voice sounding like he was beaming with pride.

"I imagined so," Trent answered, before sucking the glaze off his finger, smiling at Melissa and addressing her comment. "I like to be blunt. Less room for confusion. So you're not one to talk dirty, hmm? That's okay. Mike and I'll do it enough for you as well."

A devilish gleam lit his eye and the corner of his mouth twitched. He pushed the bowl out of the way and captured her chin in his hand. His voice lowered. Not into a whisper, but into another timbre. "Mike's about to put his mouth on your pussy and eat you out. Pretty soon, you're going to wrap that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock and suck me until I come. We'll fuck you in your cunt and we'll fuck your ass, and you're going to take it all, begging for more while you come over and over."

Trent emphasised every naughty word and she flushed with each mention. She'd never felt so exposed and, despite the part of her that wanted to say his words were wrong, she craved what he promised.

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What deicious fun--and these three are only on course one. Just wait until you see what else they come up with! 

Thanks for sharing some of your Wednesday with me. Don't forget to hop back to Marteeka's to enjoy other Humps!

You can find this anthology, Whip It Up! at any of these great booksellers:

Total e-Bound

Amazon

All Romance eBooks

Barnes and Noble

Visit me and let's talk Chefs!

Today I'm visiting Total E-Bound's Hitting the Hot Spot and chatting up the hotness of a good chef. Or two. 

Stop by and share your own chef-related fantasies. You know you have them.  ;-)

 

Guess what you can pick up today!

Whip It Up! 

Anthology

It's in Pre-Release.

What does that mean to you? It means you can go over to the Total E-Bound website -- right now -- and purchase this book for a discount of 10 % off. Not only that, but once you make the purchase, you can download it and read it to your sizzling heart's content. No waiting. No hassles. Just you and your stories. 

This anthology stirs together two of my favorite themes: food and BDSM. Chefs, cooks, those wanting to be chefs and cooks, those wanting to do chefs and cooks, can all be found between these hot pages. 

My contribution is a story entitled Five Courses. You'll meet chefs Mike and Trent, and their rule-breaking flatmate, Melissa. Oh, the punishment she deserves for making a mess in their kitchen. If you've ever lusted after a chef, this one's right up your alley. 


Whip It Up!
Anthology
Publisher: Total e-Bound
Available to Buy Now Read Now
Genre/Themes: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Menage (M/F/M)

Five Courses (Excerpt)

     Melissa ducked and twirled to the song, loving the way the beat surrounded her. She held a slice of pizza in her left hand and danced towards the refrigerator, glancing at the clock as she moved. Ten o’clock. She easily had another couple of hours before Trent and Mike returned. Plenty of time to finish her forbidden late-night dinner, clean up and tuck herself away in her third-floor flat. Feeling smug, she belted out the chorus, looking over the cluttered countertop. Every Thursday night she indulged, like a naughty girl when the parents were away. And even though Trent and Mike weren’t her parents, they were well-known chefs-turned-caterers who guarded their large kitchen like a pair of pit bulls.

     

     Another of her favourite songs came on and goosebumps pricked her skin. She sang loudly to a song touting the joys of BDSM. At the top of her lungs she belted out the refrain, exclaiming how things like canes and whips turned her on. She bet she made a sight, but she didn’t care. No one home but her, and she loved being able to let loose, to do something so seemingly mundane—yet sexy—like bumping and grinding to the beat while munching on pizza. She stopped, tipped up her beer bottle and found it empty, then danced over to the refrigerator for another. Only her second one that night. Knowing her, this would be her last and she’d carry the rest upstairs with her later.

      

     With the pizza in her left hand, she opened the door with her right. Just before she plucked out another beer, she spread her knees and shimmed into a low crouch before working her way back up. The words of the song rushed through her, making her wonder what it’d be like to be loved rough. To have a lover want to tie her up, or spank her ass, or…or…hell, she didn’t really know what all kinds of naughty stuff could go on, but just the thoughts heated her blood. Especially when she imagined Trent or Mike taking charge and doing these things to her.

      

     Nothing could stop the huge grin at these thoughts as she turned and hip-checked the door closed.

      

     Then something to her left caught her eye. She turned her head and shrieked.

     

     Oh shit. Busted.

      

     Trent and Mike stood at the end of the long kitchen. Even though they stared right at her, she knew they saw everything. Wincing, she darted her eyes around the kitchen at proof of her wrongdoing. If that wasn’t bad enough, she suddenly realised with embarrassment, all she had on was a pair of blue silky tap pants and a matching cami top.

      

     Oh, crap.

      

     As the last chords of the sexy, incriminating song faded away, the distinctive repetition of letters seemed to echo through the room. She flushed toe to neck and started cleaning. She was in so much trouble.

      

     “Melissa, stop.”

      

      Mike hadn’t raised his voice. If anything, he’d lowered it, and the rumble coursed through her like a distant thunder. She stilled immediately.

      

     “How many people were you expecting to entertain…in our kitchen?”

      

      She squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh”—she tried for a nonchalant laugh—“you know, just a few.”

      

      Footsteps clicked on the ceramic floor and a warm hand grazed her neck and trailed down her bare shoulder. “And just who were you expecting to entertain,” Trent whispered across her ear, “dressed like this?”

      

     With her head already bowed, she glanced down at herself and blushed again. She’d never left her flat wearing so little. At least, not when these two were home.

      

     The music had shifted to another song and the beat seemed too loud. She reached to turn it off, but Trent’s hand over hers stopped her.

      

     “I like this song,” he explained. She glanced at him and blinked. His face was inches from hers and despite the firm line of his mouth, his eyes looked excited.

      

     She trembled. She wasn’t very experienced, but she’d seen that look on the face of other men, looking at other women. Did he want her? Oh, no, no, no. He couldn’t want her. He only wanted her in her fantasies. She didn’t know what the hell to do with a man like Trent. Or Mike, for that matter. She peeked past Trent and saw that Mike had stepped close and the same desire shone in his eyes.

     Mike, too? She shivered. They intimidated the crap out of her. If they wanted her, what would happen? Would they make her choose? While the fantasy part of her relished the idea, the reality part of Melissa shrivelled in fear. These men reeked of experience and knowledge. What the heck would these two expect her to know?   

 

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Grab your copy of Whip It Up! today.