He dreams of a 24/7 relationship with her, but all she has to give is a one-night stand.
Paula Stone is a decorated officer in the Kansas City Police Department. Succeeding in the testosterone-filled environment means everything to her. She married young, to a fellow police academy recruit, but has been divorced for several years because he couldn’t handle her success. Her marriage led her to prefer brief encounters to satisfy her physical needs and she’s decided she’ll never date another cop.
Jim Cagney is one of the youngest detectives in the Drug Interdiction Unit. After five years in the military and two tours in Iraq, he’s been back in Kansas City for six years. During his recovery from the horrors of the war, he discovered the beauty of dominance and submission. Living in a 24/7 TPE relationship gave him back the control he lost on the battlefield. It’s been almost a year since he uncollared his submissive, and he’s ready to move on.
As Paula gets to know Jim more and more, she starts to appreciate both him and the pleasures and benefits dominance and submission can bring. Will she ever be able to fully submit to the kind of lifestyle he represents, though?
Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance contains elements of power exchange. While it is part of the Club Indigo series, it can be read and enjoyed as a standalone.
We admire a lot of authors and Maren Smith has a special place in our heart since she helped us with our first book. She has graciously allowed us to borrow her characters here. This interview scene is our way to honor a great writer, a lovely woman and some of the characters she’s created.
Paula shifted on the bench uncomfortably. Jim squeezed the hand he was holding. “Melda, relax,” he said in a gentle tone.
She shifted again. “I don’t like being interviewed. I’m used to asking the questions. What if they want to know something, we’re not comfortable sharing?”
Jim gave her the smile she hadn’t been able to resist from the start, but she still couldn’t stop herself from saying, “Why did we agree to do this in the first place?”
He pressed a tender kiss on the back of her hand and replied, “We’re doing this interview for the subscribers to the Blushing Books Blog, remember. These are the same people who are going to read our story. Karen Nappa went to a lot of trouble to set this up with Maren Smith and the Masters of the Castle. We owe it to her to try.”
Paula fought the urge to cover her face with her hands, which wasn’t too hard because one of them was firmly held by his big warm one.
She started to relax. Jim was here and he would take care of things. She loved that about him and about their relationship. He gave her space to do her job the way she liked and he supported her, even encouraged her to strive for more. Jim would never begrudge her success or try to sabotage a promotion. Damn, she loved that man!
The door opened and they rose as a sweet looking woman in a medieval noblewoman’s dress walked up to them with an outstretched hand. “Hi, I’m Kaylee, Master Marshall’s submissive . Welcome. We’re so happy you could come to Ohio.” The small woman seemed to blush a bit and continued, “We’ve all read your story and we’re so excited to have you here today.”
Oh well, maybe this won’t be so bad after all if everyone is as sweet as Kaylee.
Her hand still in Jim’s grasp, she followed Kaylee down a corridor and into an imposing office, decorated with a variety of impact toys. They were greeted by a man seated behind a mahogany desk and another woman. The man rose looking as imposing as the room. Kaylee rushed to his side and introduced him as Master Marshall. He shook their hands as they exchanged a greeting. Marshall brought the attention to the other woman in the room, Sandy, their resident journalist turned novelist. “I don’t know what it is with those women writing tales about us, they should be spanked for spilling our stories,” he grumbled. He turned his gaze back to Kaylee. “Remind me why I agreed to having this interview here?”
Kaylee faced him and took his face between her hands. “Sir, you know how much I enjoyed their story and how excited I am about this!”
Sandy quickly stepped closer to Paula and Jim. “I’m so glad you could come on such short notice,” she said as she gestured to the open seats after their introduction. “I’m working on a tight deadline with this piece.” She settled into a chair herself, while Kaylee busied herself with drinks. Paula accepted a glass of water. It would help with her dry throat and keep her from fidgeting since the placement of the chairs made it impossible to hold hands. Paula briefly wondered if people she interviewed felt this unsettled. She couldn’t care less about the guilty ones, but she felt a twinge of sympathy for people who just happened to end up on the wrong side of the law, like Josh.
“…was bad, but I’m glad because it brought Paula back into my life.” Jim’s baritone brought her back to the room and the reason they were at the Castle.
“I’m curious, Paula,” Sandy addressed her and Paula straightened her back, “where do you guys live now that you’re married?”
She smiled. “We’ve decided to live in my grandmother’s, er, my house. Well, it’s our place now. It’s a lovely home, now we’ve sorted out the junk.” She shot Jim a rueful smile. During his recovery, she’d done less to sort out the house and it had taken them over two months to get the place into shape.
“And how is work going?” Sandy asked.
“Busy as always.” Jim laughed. “Police detectives in a major city always will be.”
Paula thought back to her stint in rural Missouri and added, “Police officers will be busy everywhere, I guess. They live to serve and protect, so even when the crime rate is low there’s always something to do to aid the public.”
“Of course, we don’t want to give away too much about the books and spoil the reading experience, but can you update us a bit on your friends from Club Indigo?” Sandy asked.
Paula looked over to Jim and he took over again. “Our friends are doing great. James and Laura have settled in both as a married couple and with Josh. Connor and Suzie are solid now they’re married and Tim has learned to trust his new dad. Abby is turning into a lovely young woman.” He scrubbed his jaw and grinned. “Connor’s already working on ideas to scare off possible suitors. Good luck with that!”
Paula had to agree. Abby was a charming girl and it wouldn’t be too long before the boys came sniffing around.
“And the rest of the members of Club Indigo?” now Kaylee asked getting a disapproving look from the imposing Dom next to her.
“Well, Kaylee, you’ll just have to wait for the next books to find out,” Paula said and then grinned as she caught the pretty pout. Paula wondered if Kaylee managed to influence Master Marshall with such cute face?
Marshall looked over at his wife. “Do you really think you’ll get your way looking like that?”
“No, Sir. But you did promise.”
He turned back to Paula and Jim. “My wife and I would like to invite you to stay for a few days, now that you’ve come all the way here.”
These are some of our favorite books/series that should be turned into a movie/series
- Maren Smith’s Masters of the Castle
- BJ Wane’s Cowboy Doms
- Kym Grosso’s Immortals of New Orleans
- Evangeline Anderson The Institute: Daddy Issues
- Sierra Cartwright With This Collar (Mastered #1)
What’s your favorite car, in which color and why?
(Karen) Robin’s egg blue original Volkswagon Beetle – we had two when I was growing up and a station wagon for family trips. My first car was the third Beetle in my experience. Perfect color, near-perfect car. I learned to drive a stick shift in the Beetle and drive stick to this day. I was so sad to hear this week that Volkswagon is discontinuing the model completely.
(Nappa) Although I prefer to drive a (silver)grey hybrid SUV, my favorite car is a Ferrari F360 in the color Rosso Corsa (racing red).
I was completely in love with the Ferrari 365 GTS Daytona Spider from Miami Vice. My girlfriends had pictures of Don Johnson and Philip Michael Thomas above their beds, my room was adorned with Ferrari-pictures and car models 😊.
What’s your favorite food and what’s your fondest memory regarding that dish?
(Karen) This is an impossible question. I have too many favorite foods. I’m a chocoholic so I love everything from chocolate ice cream to lava cake. I have comfort foods like my mother’s meatloaf. There are holiday foods I only get once a year and enjoy both making and eating. Lots of good memories from my childhood go along with those.
(Nappa) I love all kinds of food, but prefer more exotic choices. Typical Dutch food is potatoes with meat in gravy and a vegetable and I’m not a big fan of that. In the winter it’s even worse because we put it all in one pot and mash it together (stamppot)! Sadly, my husband and sons are meat and potatoes guys. So, four or five times a week that’s what we eat and the other days I make fried rice, spaghetti or tacos.
What’s your favorite animal and what does it represent to you?
(Karen) Felis catus – your basic house cat. I have a preference for short-haired because of allergies. Cats, for me, represent comfort, not just physical, but emotional. Most people think of cats as independent and stand-offish, but that’s not my experience. My cats, and there have been several over the years, have all been very comforting, each in its own way. I’m met at the door by at least one of my cats (I currently have two teenage kittens) when I get home. I’m repeatedly approached when I’m at the computer for cuddles and play. They’re great when you live alone. I hate coming home to an empty apartment.
(Nappa) Eagle – I love these majestic birds of prey. I think they’re beautiful and to watch them circle the sky and dive for prey (sorry prey) is breathtaking. Also, our local football (soccer) club players are called Eagles 😉
Which of the Club Indigo characters is the most like you, which one the least? Explain your answer.
(Karen) I’m not sure about “most.” I identify with a number of Paula’s traits. I have a lot of trouble with organizing and getting rid of things, and I love cold pizza, but I could never do what she does. I also love old houses, so I think I’d be right at home in Paula’s grandmother’s house. I’m also something of a masochist, so that makes me like Suzie.
I don’t think I have much in common with any of our men. They’re all dominant.
(Nappa) I’m the most like Laura, definitely! Almost the same age, same profession, same build, height and both ‘winter-type’. Like Laura, I have a history of abuse, but luckily, I was able to get away after less than a year and I’ve been in a very good and happy and healthy relationship for about twenty-five years by now. And yes, my husband/Dom is a lot like James.
I guess I’m the least like Connor. I don’t like to dominate, and I don’t like to inflict pain but most of all, I’m totally bad at keeping books and accounting.
What is your favorite scene from the series and why that scene?
(Karen) You expect me to remember particular scenes when we’ve just finished the third book and are smack in the middle of the fourth?
(Nappa) I love the scenes where the Doms come up
with inventive ways to punish wayward subs. I like it when the punishment fits
the ‘crime’, like this scene from Appreciated:
“My beautiful woman, I’m going to punish you for the way you drive.” He reached under the mattress and pulled out the first Velcro restraint and bound her right arm. His warm hand landed on her right ankle, adjusting her position and binding it next. “In some ways, you are a very competent driver, but weaving in and out of traffic is a safety factor and other drivers are not as able. They can’t react as fast as you and they don’t have your training. You have to take that into account.” Her left ankle was next. “You’re right about cell phones being distracting in traffic, but it isn’t against the law to use them.” He ended his round at her left arm and fastened the last cuff around her wrist. “You tried to force people to follow your rules. Today, I’m going to let you experience force.”
Her muscles tensed. What was near-perfect planning?
“Today, on the road, you cursed at seven people for their driving. You’re going to give me seven orgasms to atone for that.”
Orgasms? He was going to punish her with orgasms? Paula bit back a laugh.
Heat started to spread through Paula’s body as Jim massaged her breasts and kissed her sensitive neck, his soft lips a contrast to the light stubble on his face. Paula tried to arch into his touch but was held back by the restraints. Jim moved down her body and blew air over her heated nipples. She could feel the areolas pebble and her nipples pucker. She liked it when he played with her nipples but he didn’t touch them, just massaged the globes. He continued downward. Oh good, finally—but instead of paying attention to her weeping pussy, he kissed and sucked down her leg, lingering at her knee and ankle. Forced orgasms, orgasm denial seemed more like it! Paula couldn’t hold back a whimper as Jim trailed kisses up her other leg and stopped at the good part to pepper kisses on her belly while stroking her inner thighs. If she could move a little, she could direct his touch where she wanted him, but he had done a fine job restraining her. When he finally settled his mouth over the sensitive spot between her legs, it took all but three licks of his wicked tongue to have her go off like a bullet. Jim chuckled against her sex, sending vibrations over her contracting flesh and adding to the sensations.
“That was one; my job is going to be very easy, I think.”
She couldn’t have commented on his statement if she wanted because, at the same moment, he drove his fingers into her slick entrance and massaged her G-spot, making all the muscles in her lower body go taut. He flicked two fingers on the spot and she swore she could feel the calluses on his trigger finger. It turned her on. Jim lowered his head and sucked on her clit in time with the rhythm of the fingers inside her and she went over the edge again. Her head collapsed against the pillow and she wondered when she’d lifted it. She felt wonderfully limp and satiated.
Some punishment this was! She opened her eyes and he was hovering above her face, his lips close to hers. His tongue swept over her bottom lip demanding entrance and she parted her lips willingly. He plunged in her mouth. He tasted tangy with her arousal and an underlying masculinity that was all Jim. Her nipples had softened with her orgasm but went back to hard and aching in seconds when he began playing with them.
Jim ended the kiss and whispered, “Two.”
Something jingled and it was the only warning she had before something tightened around her right nipple. Her eyes flew open and she was met with his beautiful blue and focused gaze. The bite grew and she pulled against the restraints, and then there was a throbbing numbness left that seemed to have a heartbeat connection straight to her pussy.
Her left nipple got the same attention, and when that clamp was attached as well, Jim said, “Look, Melda, how gorgeous you look with jewels.” He put a couple of pillows under her head so she could see. “Someday, I want to pierce these beauties.”
She lifted her head to see her nipples adorned with clamps that had little shiny gems dangling from them. Jim toyed with the small weights, sending sizzles of pleasure through her. She was ready to go again, but Jim took his time playing with her breasts, her nipples, and the clamps before grabbing a big wand from the nightstand and laying it between her breasts. He reached again, and cold liquid drizzled on her hot core. Lube? She bet she was drenched by now. When Jim picked up the powerful wand and it buzzed to life, she let that thought go. When he pressed the wand against her sensitized clit, all coherent thoughts left her brain, and this time, she screamed with her orgasm. Jim gave her little time to come down from this third one. Before she had her breathing under control, she felt more lube as he rimmed her asshole and pressed something round and small inside her. It felt different from a butt plug and she wondered what it was. The muscles, now used to the intrusion, gave way easily and she welcomed the sensation. Then there was another one, a little bigger. And another after that. What on earth was he doing to her? She was just about used to the feeling when the damn things came buzzing to life. After the fifth orgasm, Paula couldn’t take it.
“Please, Master. No more!” she begged. “Ah, now you understand, even with something pleasant, being forced isn’t necessarily a good thing, is it? I’m sorry, Melda, but seven it is, to complete your punishment.”
Was he really sorry? He had a gleam in his eyes that made her think he was enjoying himself. Jim paused and Paula knew he was waiting for her safeword. Even when driving home a lesson, he always checked her compliance.
Which character in the series intrigues you the most and who would you like to play with? Explain your answer.
(Karen) While I’m not sure I’m enough of a masochist for him, I think I’d like to play with Connor. He’s both sexy and dominant and I get a thrill thinking about what he’d do with me in a scene.
(Nappa) I’m drawn to almost all the characters and I love their stories. Somehow people keep showing up, begging for their stories to be told. I’m totally in love with Kate, though. Like her I’m bi-sexual and her dominant nature appeals to me. I’m not a real masochist, so I don’t know if she’d enjoy playing with me LOL.
How does being one author with another person work for you and why do you write together?
(Karen) I would never have written Trapped without a co-author, so for me, it’s the only way to write. I have someone that I am responsible to when it comes to getting writing and editing done. We have fun Skyping (text only) once or twice a week to go over edits, changes, and comments. This work has all been done by text. We didn’t meet in person until publication day for Trapped, our first book. We have built-in critique partners. One half is a native American English speaker, the other isn’t. The American half does most of the editing, while the European half writes a bit more. I think we’re both better writers as a result of collaborating.
(Nappa) it’s so much fun working together, and it’s good to have someone ask questions about what I write. We’re very different and complete each other. I think we’ve both grown as writers and as people courtesy to our collaboration.