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Please help me welcome Bond…Rebecca Bond (oh c’mon – you know I had to do it)

I don’t know if I’ve waxed poetic about Twitter lately, but damn, I love it! In fact, Twitter is where I met today’s guest. Rebecca is a an absolute sweetheart with a wicked sense of humor, and I adore her. She’s just genuinely kind and writes some super hot stories. While she’s fairly new on the scene, she’s definitely an author worth watching!

So please join me in welcoming Rebecca and because she’s such a doll, she’s offering a copy of her brand new book, Purest Possession to one lucky commenter. Please be sure you leave a valid email address! (Contest ends 11/13/11 – 8pm EST)

How did your writing path evolve?

My writing style and ‘path’ is an ever-changing beast, constantly evolving and (hopefully) improving. This will never change as, like many, I’m constantly striving for perfection and have an incredibly long journey ahead of me. How I write now is a vast improvement on scribblings of a year ago, and how I write this time next year will undoubtedly be vastly better than my current offerings. That’s just how the story goes. But the evolutionary process is always fun and interesting, is it not?!

What type of research do you do for your books?

Writing for this specific genre has led me on quite a path of discovery. In the name of erotica I have learned much about the vast sexual world around us, some of which I’ve delighted in, and some of which I wish I remained ignorant to. Some makes me glow, some makes me cringe, but it’s been an interesting journey of discovery and elements of these findings are slowly beginning to weave their way into my stories. But for me, like most writers, imagination is the key and therefore not every act or scene has to be researched in person in order have the sh*t written out of it in a story.

From what or where do you derive the most inspiration for your stories?

People I come in to contact with usually provide inspiration for characters, whether it be physically or certain personality traits. My senses account for a lot to; I might smell something that will spark an image that leads to a creation of a new scene or story. Or I might touch something that sparks an idea about something sexy. Then of course, as a keen and frequent traveller, different locations always inspire me.

Tell us about your upcoming releases?

Well, I have had a few titles released lately so here’s a little extract of each: –
Roxy’s Revelation (Ravenous Romance) – Annalise has always been shy, content to fall into the background as her outgoing best friend, Roxy, shines brightly enough for them both. When a fun girl’s night out turns sour, Annalise finally realises just how naughty her best friend and housemate can be and why it is that she so easily falls victim to Roxy’s evil schemes. Annalise finds herself at her best friend’s mercy, thrust into a night of deliciously daring deeds. Submitting herself to Roxy, Annalise soon realizes that she may have more power than she thought.

“Please Rox,” Annalise begged, “make me yours.”

It was all Roxy needed to hear. Sitting back, she untied Annalise’s wrists, making her rest on her hands and knees before securing her wrists to the wrought iron bed frame. Slowly she began to expose Annalise; first her corset was removed, freeing her ample breasts, the cool air forcing rose-tinted nipples into hard peaks. Roxy ran a hand from the centre of her shoulder blades, along her spine and down to where the strip of leather covered her bottom. The skirt came off, closely followed by sodden panties, leaving Annalise prone and bare against whatever onslaught Roxy had in mind.

Annalise whimpered as she felt a firm grip around her neck, her breath constricted as silky hands put just the right amount of pressure against her throat, tugging her head back.

“Relax ‘Lis, I’m not going to hurt you,” Roxy spoke sweetly, planting a kiss against her head as she went about her work. The darkness that surrounded her as Roxy slipped the blindfold around her eyes unnerved her. Butterflies began to flutter in her stomach as she realised just how vulnerable she was in her current state. Her heart began to pound within her chest as she waited for Roxy’s next move, a throb building in her cunt as heart and pussy danced in synchronised rhythm.

Buy it here

Painted Pussycat, in Immoral Views (Sweetmeats Press) – An innocent student is welcomed into the Circle of Ink where tattoos, bondage and exhibitionism are all part of her initiation.
I would gaze through the windows as men and women had their flesh stained, tarnished forever with the tattooists’ mark. It was intoxicating. Every time a new client arrived my pulse would race, my body tingle, my mind blur. . .my pussy throb. It was after those hours spent watching the artist’s gun, that I would return home, lock myself in my bedroom and tease climax after climax from my cunt. I would be so aroused by the time I got home that, no sooner had I reached my bedroom, I was eagerly stuffing my hand into my panties and slipping my fingers between my puffy lips, my pussy slick and silky with my juice.

I would pet myself to thoughts of needle and ink. Sometimes I would think back to that first time I stood inside the shop with Carmen behind me, her hands on my shoulders and her lips against my ear. I would imagine her whispering words of filth as I watched Alicia’s golden flesh become tainted with the darkest black and the brightest red. It’s these thoughts that would bring me to orgasm. Soon it was all I could think about, the only way I could cum…

Ebook – Buy it here.
Illustrated paperback – Buy it here.

Purest Possession (Noble Romance) – Celestine is an inexperienced peasant girl who, at twenty-two years of age, still knows nothing of life outside the small French town of Chamboise. For years she has lived in fear of the inhabitants of Château de Délicieux, all too aware of the punishments that are administered at such an establishment.

When Celestine is summoned to the castle by the High Marguise, little does she know that she is about to embark on a journey of delicious discovery and commit the sweetest of sins. This sapphic tale tells of the emotion one woman feels as she succumbs to a life of sexual possession at the hands of her mistress.

As the guard pushed me through the gate and into the courtyard of the castle, the world began to spin, turned upside down in an instant. I rubbed at my eyes, blinking again and again to make sure what I saw really existed. Male servants tended women, scores and scores of women. I felt the rosy blush creep up my neck and settle in my cheeks as I looked on, never before seeing so much naked flesh. Everyone was naked save for a smattering of jewellery, a pearl earring here, and ruby necklace there.

The men wore tattoos, all identical in design and location—a black dagger pointing towards their hearts.

“It’s a symbol,” a voice behind me said, “a symbol that they are members of the Order Délicieux, servicemen to the Ladies of Chamboise.”

I was in a trance. The sight of women being worshipped in ways my mind couldn’t comprehend hypnotised my young eyes. Flesh was caressed, skin was kissed, nipples plucked, pussies fucked.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” the voice said again. A woman.

I felt a hand brush my long hair over my shoulder and begin to slip my rags from my body. I couldn’t protest, my body fixed to the floor, my mind muddled with confusion. I jumped as her fingers grazed against my mound and turned to look at the stranger.

“Yes, I do believe you think it beautiful.” She brought a finger to her lips, slick and glossy. “Your body certainly does.”

I looked at her, gazing at her lips as she sucked my juice from her slender finger. My skin prickled as I watched her tongue snake out to lap away the remaining residue. There I stood, twenty-two years of age, not a girl, not quite a woman. I was completely devoid of experience. I didn’t know what it was like to be touched in the ways that happened to those all around me.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “Why am I here?”

Buy it here.

What do you like best about being a writer?

The freedom to explore new worlds, for in the imagination anything is possible!

What do you like least?

My muse disappearing for days on end and leaving the work unfinished – drives me bonkers!

What would you do if you weren’t a writer? Professional Cadbury’s Giant Buttons eater.

What do you enjoy doing when you’re not writing?

I’m partial to some major nap action, or you’ll find me down the local supping on a vodka or two. Or three. Sometimes four.
Of all of the characters you’ve created, who is your favorite and why?

I adore Celestine, the lovely lady-servant to the High Marquise in Purest Possession, because she is just too cute for words; so inexperienced and vulnerable. I do adore Rexxie Belle too, the leading lady from Painted Pussycat, because she recognises a fetish for inking and embraces it, taking the art of tattooing to new and exciting levels whilst receiving much sexual fulfilment. Yummers!

Do you find it difficult to keep love/sex scenes fresh and interesting?

Yes. Who doesn’t?
What genre of books least appeals to you and why?

Cookery books. Why? Because that requires actual effort to cook. Not for me.

Do you listen to music when you write or do you need quiet?

I often write in silence and in a room with minimal lighting – this dark space allows my creativity to blossom and although I’m a musical nut, I don’t like to threaten the creativity that the solace of silence allows.

What makes a man sexy?

Attitude.
Do you family and friends know you write erotic romance – if so, how have they reacted?

Most of my pals and some of the fam. knows. The Mother knows and approves (and quietly loves it!), The Boy knows and most of my friends and some work colleagues know. They all love it – I haven’t had a negative reaction yet, although there a couple of bods who I think struggle to now separate me from the writing. The Father and The Brother however, definitely do not know. I intend on keeping it that way!
What’s your favorite food?

Roast potatoes. Cadbury’s Giant Buttons. Mushrooms and black pudding on toast. Not all together obvs.
Do you have any bad habits?

LOADS. Far too many to go into here.

If you were stranded on a desert isle, what five things would you want to have with you?

The Boy, Sebastien Chabal, Dave Grohl. . .ooooooh, five things? Erm. . .vodka, my ipodular with an everlasting battery and speakers, pen and pad, and toothpaste! Oh, and an iphone. And maybe some food. And underwear! Or just a bikini. And maybe a little beach hut I could sleep in, with a king-sized bed and sheets of Egyption cotton and fluffy pillows. Lip balm. Sun screen. Some toys to play with. Too greedy?

What do you like about where you live?

The diversity – in London Town anything goes!

Contact Details: –
Website: http://www.missrebeccabond.co.uk
Twitter: @MissRebeccaBond
Facebook: MissRebeccaBond author page

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6 thoughts on “Please help me welcome Bond…Rebecca Bond (oh c’mon – you know I had to do it)

  1. “Attitude.” Yup!

    Great interview.

    sharazade1001 at gmail dot com

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  2. I want to win something. Is it legal for me to enter? If so, then I want to win.

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  3. I'm posting this for the lovely Judy King who can never get my blog to behave for her. (Bad blog!)

    Judy said…

    Rebecca Bond is whitty and charming in this interview. I found I was smiling and
    enjoying everything she had to say about herself. I'll have to grab her latest
    books! Judy King

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  4. Anonymous on said:

    Opening doors, possibilities and minds! Woot! Great interview.

    Also really beautiful blog art!

    ~Mia Watts

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  5. Hi Bond, Rebecca Bond! Glad to meet you. Your books sound great!!

    Also, I love this answer: What would you do if you weren’t a writer? Professional Cadbury’s Giant Buttons eater.

    Awesome 🙂
    Best answer ever!!

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  6. Hi beauties! Thank you all for the lovely comments. And yes, Cadbury's Giant Buttons really ARE that delicious! *cue Homer Simpson style drool*

    And thanks, Bronwyn, for letting me gatecrash your pad for a while ;D

    R x

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