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How do you define Vanilla?
While I was writing intense BDSM romance, this question never came up. What I wrote was so far beyond kinky, the word vanilla was never used.
However, when I moved to my paranormal universe and thought I was writing vanilla, I quickly learned everyone has their own definition of kink and vanilla.
Some consider anal to be kinky, while others see it as perfectly normal.
Here’s another scenario: Basic missionary sex, but the guy’s holding her hands on the bed to the side of her head so she can’t move them. This seems normal to me, but apparently a whole lot of people see it as kinky.
I’ve run into people who think doggie style is kinky, and someone who thought a blow-job was terribly kinky.
And then there’s the whole multiple partner thing. No argument about two guys and one girl at the same time being kinky, but if one girl has vanilla sex with two people separately, but not together… that’s poly but it isn’t kinky, is it?
So many questions about where to draw the line, so I’ve just starting saying things like, “this is my definition of vanilla,” or “this is my version of light BDSM.”
Darnell is kinky, but I’d describe him as enjoying light kink. Blindfolds and butt plugs with a little short term orgasm denial. No big deal, right?
Where do you draw the line between kink and vanilla?
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: February 10
Word Count: 60,000 words
Cover Artist: Syneca Featherstone
It’s been fourteen years since Keisha’s criminal actions put their son in foster care while Darnell was out of the country on a Navy SEAL mission. His attorneys handled all communication with her during the divorce proceedings, and he hasn’t spoken with her for nearly a decade and a half.
When she’s finally paroled, his wolf is insistent he makes sure she has a place to live and help getting on her feet.
Wolves mate for life, but the man can’t forgive her for putting their son at risk.
Read an Excerpt:
My vibrator arrived Tuesday, and I had every intention of having orgasm after orgasm when I got home from work.
I made myself a huge salad with three kinds of lettuce, spicy croutons I made from old bread, and torn up pieces of leftover fried chicken. I drenched it in blue cheese dressing and considered it a feast as I read a racy romance.
I’d finished eating and was upstairs in my bed when I got to the good parts — new vibrator plugged in and ready for action. As the alpha-male in my book went to town on the woman, I moved the vibrator to all my best spots, expecting to have a simultaneous orgasm with the characters in my book… but as I neared the climax, I heard Darnell in my head telling me he wanted something in my ass if I orgasmed while he was gone.
Of course, the girl in the book had a damned butt plug in while the seriously-alpha dude pounded her pussy. Of all the books to read right now, it had to be this one.
Darnell had put a little container of coconut oil with the plug, so I got them both out and looked at them for several long moments before I rolled my eyes and lifted the fancy-assed plug from its velvet cradle.
It was big but it wasn’t huge, so I hadn’t expected it to weigh so much. It would spread me open going in, but the part between the plug and the outer ring wasn’t very thick.
With a sigh, I stuck my fingers in the coconut oil and coated the plug. I didn’t want to stick my finger in my ass, so I just put a glob on the outside. Yeah, I should probably work myself up, but I’d taken cocks much larger than this in prison without being made ready.
I gasped as the slick, cool metal went in, and then groaned as it seated itself inside me. I’d been right about it not holding me open once in, but I hadn’t expected the weight of it to push on my muscles from the inside. I wiggled around a little, and paged back several times on my phone until I found the spot where he picked her up and carried her to bed.
This time, I’d had three orgasms by the time the characters in the book came in their own explosive orgasms, and I had another overwhelming release as they did. I turned the vibrator off, put my phone to the side, and lay in bed like a lump of overcooked spaghetti, my body totally relaxed and sated.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Candace Blevins lives with her husband of 19 years and their two daughters. When not working or driving kids all over the place she can be found reading, writing, meditating, or swimming.
Candace writes Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary BDSM Romance, and a kick-ass Motorcycle Club series.
Her urban fantasy series, Only Human, gives us a world where weredragons, werewolves, werelions, three different species of vampires, as well as a variety of other mythological beings exist.
Candace's two paranormal romance series, The Chattanooga Supernaturals and The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, are both sister series to the Only Human series, and give some secondary characters their happily ever after.
You can visit Candace on the web at candaceblevins.com and feel free to friend her on Facebook at facebook.com/candacesblevins and Goodreads at goodreads.com/CandaceBlevins. You can also join facebook.com/groups/CandacesKinksters to get sneak peeks into what she's writing now, images that inspire her, and the occasional juicy blurb.
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Other Books by Candace Blevins
Only Human series (Urban Fantasy)
· Unhuman Acts (2017)
Chattanooga Supernaturals (Paranormal Romance)
· Hallowed Destiny (January 27, 2017)
· Uncaged (February 10, 2017)
Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club (link)
Dark erotica shorts from the world of The Chattanooga Supernaturals
Safeword series (Contemporary BDSM Romance)
· Safeword: Mayday (2017)
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