Introduce yourself. What book are you from? Are you the hero, heroine, villain?
Hi, Emmy Westerly. You might know me better as Tessa Saint if you visit Club Imperial. I’m more than the heroine of this story. I’m it’s mistress.
How did you come to your author’s attention?
Well, she was getting tired of reading about all those Doms out there. There are a lot of guys who like to be at the other my lash, and why not tell you about the other half of the story.
Did you give your author a hard time when she was writing your story?
Of course. I didn’t tell Nathaniel what I was hiding, why would I tell her. Though I think she may have had a clue what was going on, I didn’t really let her know until I was ready.
What do you do for a living?
I work for Victor Walsh as his administrative assistant, and I help Franz Dorn run his Club Imperial.
Who is the love of your life?
Nathaniel. There is no one else for me.
What was the first thing you noticed about him/her?
Aside from his gorgeous eyes? That ass. Mmm. That would catch anyone’s attention. That he’s incredible intelligent and sweet doesn’t hurt, but mmm. That ass.
What’s your greatest fear?
Losing everyone I hold dear.
What’s your motto in life?
Which life? When I’m in the Club, it’s always, “Your kink is not my kink; safe, sane and consensual.” When I’m away from the Club, it’s usually, “Live life, don’t fear it.”
How do the other characters in your book view you?
I think they find me strong, sweet, funny. I hope the find me intelligent as well.
What do you think reader will find interesting about you?
My perseverance. I’ve been through a lot and I don’t give up.
What is the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?
Oh, no. I’m mistress in a kink club. It’s more like a check list of what I have YET to do!
Will we be seeing you in future books?
Yes, absolutely! There’s more of the story, and more to the stories of the people in my life!
What makes you happy?
Nathaniel, tied up. Oh, um. Serving at the soup kitchen. I love helping people now that I’m in a position to be able to help them. Someone helped me once upon a time, so I’m paying that forward.
What makes you mad?
People who judge. There’s so much more to everyone’s story than what you see!
Author of erotica, light BDSM erotica and paranormal erotica. Expert in the profundities of bad movies and awful literature. Armed with her Bachelors of English, Literature she has set her mind to writing erotic romances which are kinky, dirty, and fun. A lackadaisical laundry goddess, Katherine resides in Philadelphia with her husband, three cats and a betta named Fishtian Grey.
Consensual: A Club Imperial Novel, Book 1: http://amzn.com/B00H2MOQ2C
Broken Bonds: A Club Imperial Novel, Book 2: http://amzn.com/B00I66KLY0
From the moment Nathaniel laid eyes on Emmy Westerly, he wanted her in his life. He would do anything to get her there and keep her there. To his surprise, Nathaniel found himself quickly pulled into Emmy’s dark world of whips and blindfolds, kink and submission. He was intrigued not only by the thrill of it, but by the enigma which led Emmy there as well.
Emmy could not resist Nathaniel Walsh. She couldn’t deny the electricity between them, the utter animal magnetism she felt for him. Emmy was mystified by someone as honest and uncomplicated as Nathaniel allowing her to lead him into the dark. She adored having him at the tip of her lash.
But Emmy had secrets – deep, cruel truths which led her to Club Imperial, and staying with Nathaniel would mean telling him everything. He wasn’t ready for that.
Neither was she.
**Content Warning: Contains explicit content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Also contains BDSM, Erotic content and language. 18+ Audience**
Emmy rolled over and realized the bed was empty. She was pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to be. She didn’t know if she was really surprised or disappointed. She’d never shared a bed with the guys she had been with in it. Even with Dan, she’d kick him out or would leave his room. Always alone. More room to stretch out. And she didn’t have to sleep with a bra on.
She hadn’t really intended to tell Nathaniel all she had last night. Too much too soon, and he probably freaked and ran. Couldn’t blame him; he had a good childhood with people who cared and loved him. He didn’t have to run over 500 miles away to get away from them. He didn’t need to whip and flog and tie people up to deal with his life.
Mmm, tying him up…
She sat up and saw her clothes were neatly folded on a chair. Nathaniel’s were nowhere to be seen. She threw her legs over the edge of the bed, and saw the condom and wrapper were gone. Standing, she went into the bathroom. The vibrator was back on its shelf in the shower and the stall had that ‘recently used’ scent of moisture to it.
Emmy used the toilet and walked over to wash her hands, and as she was drying them she stopped.
Someone was cooking bacon.
She grabbed the towel robe hung on the back of the door, and tossed it on, stepping out of the bedroom and walking down the short hall. The wonderful smell of bacon wafted at her, and the snap of it in a pan surprised her. She turned the corner to enter the galley kitchen.
Nathaniel was standing there in a pair of sweats and nothing else. His back was toward her, and he was dancing to the low sound of an iPod on the dock there. What the… She didn’t own an iPod dock. She always just used the massive sounds system. The upbeat sound of the song clearly had him enthralled.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He spun around, startled. “Crap, Emmy, don’t scare me like that.”
“I thought you left.”
“I just ran to the store,” he said, turning down the music. “I had to borrow your key. You have nothing in this house to eat, do you know that?”
“I don’t really cook,” she said. “Every time I do, I burn shit.”
“Well, you have some now,” he said, pulling open the fridge. “Fruits, veggies, orange juice, cranberry juice, eggs, bread, deli meats.” She leaned around and peered in. The fridge had more food than she’d seen in months. He looked at her. “Your spices are bad too. I had to buy you salt, pepper and some basics.”
She was confused. “You went to the grocery store? In what?”
“Oh, I threw on the pants and shirt from the suit. I hope you don’t mind, but I used your washer. I put your dress in too. Popped into Macy’s for these sweats and some underwear, and the iPod dock. I took a shower when I got back and then started on breakfast.”
Emmy laughed. “You’ve done more before ten a.m. than most people do in a whole day.”
“Well, we needed breakfast.” He shrugged.
“That’s two firsts for you,” she said.
It was his turn to look confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You are the first I’ve ever invited to sleep in my bed, and you’re the first who’s ever made me breakfast.” She walked around and hopped up on the barstool. “I really thought you were gone.” She tried to make the statement as emotionless as possible. She didn’t want to get her feelings tangled up in this. Lie.
He flipped an egg in the pan. “Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it,” he said. “But I have a lot to consider. I don’t want to run. I’ve never run from anything before, and you have me intrigued, madam.” He glanced over his shoulder at her, and looked back at the pan. “I’d like to see what you can do with that tie.”
She looked at him as he glanced over his shoulder again. “That depends,” she said.
He turned around. “On what?”
“On if you plan on wearing it again.” She smiled.