First of all, many thanks to the Lady Smutketeers for inviting me here to guest on their lovely steampunk blog. It’s a great honor!
For anyone that doesn’t know me, I’m Portia Da Costa, and I think of myself as a sort of Old Grey Mare of erotic romance and erotica for women. I’ve been published as Portia since 1994 when my first Black Lace novel came out, but I’d been writing even before then, under various nefarious pseudonyms. Amazingly, I’m still writing, and February 2012 is pretty busy publication month for me, with some even busier months to follow.
Feb 6th sees my first novella for Carina Press published. This is a risqué BDSM jaunt called INTIMATE EXPOSURE, and it’s about Vicki Renard, a middle management exec with an insurance firm, whose life gets turned upside down by the arrival on the scene of Red Webster, a wickedly flirtatious and thrillingly dominant photographer. Red “exposes” Vicki to the sumptuous and playful world of her submission and his mastery, and though they start out agreeing to no strings fun and pleasure, they both pretty soon realize they want more than just a fling. Here’s the blurb:
From the moment Red Webster arrives at executive Vicki Renard’s firm, sparks fly between them. The photographer is supposed to create a company profile for its new owner, but he spends most of his time flirting with her. His sexy teasing infuriates Vicki…and piques a desire to submit to him. His hypnotic eyes promise what she’s been secretly craving: a sexually dominant master, like the ones in her favorite erotic novels.
Investigating his new business incognito, billionaire F.W. Shanley—aka Red—is turned on by Vicki’s fiery personality and undeniable beauty. When he discovers her reading a BDSM novel on her eReader, he knows he’s found a woman who shares his desires and promises to be a challenging submissive.
When Red arranges a weekend at a secluded and very exclusive luxury hotel, Vicki agrees to indulge in no-strings-attached erotic fun. But can she commit to this kind of life with Red when he realizes they can have so much more?
A Gentlewoman’s Pleasure, also out in February is my latest historical mini novella from Spice Briefs. A GENTLEWOMAN’S PLEASURE is part of my “Ladies’ Sewing Circle” series, all about a group of unconventional Victorian gals who pretend to get together in order to do needlework and drink tea, but who really love nothing better than to tell each other tall tales about their love lives, real or imaginary. “Pleasure” features Lucy Dawson, a shy, bespectacled, bicycle riding spinster, who, like Vicki Renard, gets her life turned upside down by a hunky man. In this case, it’s a mysterious, but gorgeously capable woodsman, Ethan Oakley, who rescues her when she tumbles off her bike and knocks herself out. In his cozy, out of the way cottage, he administers a kind of sensual healing that Lucy has only ever dreamed of, and a wealth of carnal pleasure she quickly realizes she doesn’t ever want to give up. Here’s the blurb for this one:
Miss Lucy Dawson always thought she was dull compared to the other women in the Ladies’ Sewing Circle, who never hesitate to share stories of their naughty exploits and fantasies. As a plain, eccentric spinster with spectacles and a bicycle, Lucy hasn’t enjoyed a man’s touch for years—though she yearns to experience the full pleasure of lovemaking.
Then Lucy encounters Ethan Oakley, a tantalizing stranger who reawakens her desires. And the Ladies’ Sewing Circle will never believe what happens next….
Had enough of me yet?
I’ve also got a new self-published title out this month, called IN SEBASTIAN’S HANDS. This is a trio of linked short stories, all about the same naughty couple, and showing the progression of their BDSM relationship. In the first story, “Life, the Universe and Sebastian”, Megan meets the gorgeous Sebastian at a fancy dress party, and immediately falls beneath his dominant and swooningly seductive spell. In “It’s Time” we discover that the party wasn’t just a one night stand, and the two are now a couple, and daringly exploring a world of kinky spanking pleasure. “The Roses in Your Cheeks” returns to Megan and Sebastian together on holiday. They’re happily married now, but still up to their wicked games and enjoying spicy BDSM high-jinks while out on a country walk.
Well, that’s all for February! I’ve got more titles to come in March and April, including A GENTLEWOMAN’S DALLIANCE, another “Ladies’ Sewing Circle” tale, and IN THE FLESH, the first full length Sewing Circle novel, published by HQN.
Keep checking out my blog, my twitters and my web site for the latest news. And in the meantime, I’ll do a giveaway. I have copies available of many of my Black Lace novels in paperback format, so I’ll offer one of my titles to not one but two commenters on this guest blog. Just let me know if you like the sound of my February offerings, or simply say ‘Hi!’ and I’ll put your name into the cyber hat.
Portia Da Costa is the best-selling author of over thirty novels and novellas of erotica, erotic romance and romantic fiction, as well as 100+ erotic short stories in magazines and anthologies. She’s most widely known for her sizzling titles for Virgin Black Lace and her frisky short erotica for Harlequin Spice Briefs, but she now also writes for HQN and Carina Press. She’s also written for many other publishers over the years, and under a variety of pen names. Her home is in the heart of West Yorkshire in the UK, where she lives with her husband and her adorable cat Alice. When she’s not writing or reading, Portia loves to watch the telly, and her favourites are Sherlock Holmes, Poirot and Marple.
EXCERPT FROM “INTIMATE EXPOSURE”
In which Red gives Vicki her very first spanking…
“Very well,” he said, stepping away from her, “I’d like you to take off your shorts and your panties. They’ll only get in the way from now on.”
For a moment, Vicki’s nerve faltered. For a moment it was as if she was shifting to and fro between the special fantasy world and the real world. Red’s hand returned to her shoulder, gave it a quick squeeze, and she was strong again.
Schooling herself not to fumble or get her ankles caught in them, she stepped out of her flimsy shorts and her even flimsier panties and kicked them both aside. As no instructions had been given about her socks and running shoes, she left them on.
This is crazy. What am I doing?
Again her nerve faltered and she tipped between the two worlds. Again, Red steadied her, a gentle hand against her cheek.
“Hold fast, Vicki.” His low voice imbued her with all the courage she needed.
A moment later he was touching her again, hands returning to her bottom. Her naked bottom. He wasn’t looking at her, neither her pussy nor the flesh he was handling. No, his perceptive eyes were locked all the time with hers, monitoring her reactions as his fingers gauged the firmness and resilience of her buttocks.
“You’re perfect,” he said again. “I knew you would be the moment I set eyes on you.” Inclining forward, he pressed his mouth to hers in the softest of kisses. With his lips against hers, she could feel his breath and the words when he spoke again. “I guess you know what a safe word is? You should have one, especially if this is your first time.”
Safe word? Yes, that was right. She should have one, but her mind wouldn’t seem to supply anything. “I can’t think of one.”
She expected him to laugh, but he didn’t. “That’s okay. Don’t worry. If you just say stop, I will. Or even if you just reach around and stay my hand.”
“Thank you.” She did feel safe. Despite everything, she did.
Red nodded. The boundaries were set. “Let’s begin, then, my sweet. I can’t wait any longer.”
Before she could take another breath, he had her by the hand as he sat down on the sturdy weight bench. For just a fraction of a second, he glanced at her exposed bush, his sensual mouth quirking ever so slightly. Then he was drawing her down, with a gentle but inexorable pressure, across his lap.
Vicki had long imagined what this would feel like. To be face down across a man’s knees, her bottom displayed for a spanking. She’d imagined fear, but somehow she didn’t feel it. She’d imagined embarrassment, and she did feel a little of that, but not in a bad way. Somehow there was a grace and a thrill to being presented and exposed like this.
“I can’t say it won’t hurt,” he said, his voice solemn yet weirdly benevolent, “because it will. Quite a bit. But you have to be brave and quiet and true, Vicki. Be a good girl and make both of us proud.”
He rested a palm on her left buttock for a moment, then lifted his hand and patted it down against her naked skin.
Pat. Pat. Pat.
I’m okay. I can cope. It can’t be much worse than this.
But as the moments and heartbeats ticked by, the pats increased in intensity, in purpose and in weight. Increased and increased until suddenly they weren’t pats anymore, and Vicki yelped in shock when the first real slap fell.
Oh God, it hurts! He’s right. It really, really hurts.
As if from a great distance she heard Red make a soothing, calming sound much like he would have made to a fretful child or a restive pet. But even as he gentled her, his hand fell again and again… and was not gentle.
Copyright © Portia Da Costa & Carina Press 2012