Hosted by Sizzling PR, today Lila Munro will take over to talk about her book Assumed Identity...
Wanna Play Doctor?
Remember when we were all good boys and girls and the idea of playing doctor never crossed our minds….who the hell am I kidding right? Not play doctor under the bleachers after a football game? Yeah right!
What we didn’t know then…children really, playing games we had no clue about. But now we’re grown up and we do have a clue. At least we think we do anyway. Playing doctor takes on a whole new meaning. A meaning past show me yours and I’ll show you mine. And the world of romance is no longer afraid to take on those taboo games and present them as part of a healthy sex life. Good to see and good to read! It’s about time we break free from the tyrannical puritan idea that our fun parts were given to us for one reason and one reason only, to pro-create…blah! I may be a good Catholic, but I’m afraid I agree with some of my other brethren from other religions that my va-jay-jay was meant for more than just to conceive and subsequently give birth.
So, let’s further explore this whole role playing idea. I myself see nothing wrong with playing this little game. Playing dress up is fun. I firmly believe that digging in Mommy’s closet as a tot was a precursor and preliminary training ground for a more mature version. I mean come on…remember teetering around in way too high heels with a hat slapped on your head and an oversized gown dragging the floor—then there was that enormous ring of the brightest red lipstick etched around your mouth. Yep, definitely a training ground. So, I think we can all agree that the dressing up part is a blast, but what about the actual act of stepping into a role?
Now, most people would probably associate the term role with the D/s lifestyle, meaning that they recognize when it’s time to play both partners assume their “role” in that game, be it tops or bottoms. But what if that role goes past simply stepping into your preferred place in that life? What if it means, say, actually taking on another persona altogether. Say a witch at the Salem trials? Or one of the devil’s consorts? Your paramour to his Lord? Or, in some cases, rent boy to her Baroness? Or call girl to her Ladyship? Whatever the case…it’s acting out a fantasy. How far would you be willing to go to fulfill this fantasy? Dressing the role, speaking the role, living the role…going so far as to allowing a guided fantasy in a public place like some of my characters do in my Identity series? Agreeing to and putting it in a written negotiation that you have no problem with being mindfucked? Would you be so willing to fulfill your own fantasies that you’d actually lie from the get go in the just meeting and getting to know you phase of a hook-up? Not only role playing but…assuming an identity?
Julie does. Who’s Julie? She’s my heroine from book 3 of the Identity series, Assumed Identity. As those of you that follow me and have seen me around here a few times know, the Identity series isn’t a series wrapped around a few characters that know each other. The only connection these three books have is the thread of a common theme. Someone in the book has a serious identity issue. In book one, Identity Crisis, Chad Dearborn our hero is the one with the issues. He’s not entirely comfortable with his identity and has to come up with some creative compromises to be able to satisfy his wife and submissive, Tori. In book two, True Identity, our heroine, Jill, has the problems—she’s had a terrible first go out with the lifestyle and is afraid of delving into it again until she meets Steph, a Dom du jour.
Now book three, Assumed Identity, has hit the shelves. In it my latest heroine, Julie, has a crisis all her own. One she feels the only answer to is to experiment around and dabble in as many things as possible, but without anyone finding out who she really is. Now, this is all going along splendidly until she meets Mason—a much older and much wiser person that’s lived the lifestyle for some thirty years or so. He’s no fool and realizes a much younger Julie (Hayden) fulfills him. But who’s he really in love with…Julie or Hayden? How does he tell the difference? And what about trust? Has she gone too far in her quest for her identity?
How far would you go? Leave me some comments…tell me what your wildest role playing game would be if you could live the fantasy. I sort of like to play the meet a stranger in a bar game with my hubs.
Lila Munro currently resides on the coast of North Carolina with her husband and their two four-legged kids. She’s a military wife with an empty nest and takes much of her inspiration for her heroes from the marines she’s lived around for the past fifteen years. Coining the term realmantica, she strives to produce quality romance in a realistic setting. Her genre of choice is contemporary romance that spans everything from the sensual to BDSM and ménage. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading everything she can get her hands on, trips to the museum and aquarium, taking field research trips, and soaking up the sun on the nearby beaches. Her works include The Executive Officer’s Wife, Bound By Trust, Destiny’s Fire, Salvation, Three for Keeps, the Force Recon series, the Slower Lower series, and the Identity series. She’s a member in good standing of RWA and Passionate Ink. Currently she’s working on sequels to several series to be released throughout 2012. And has a brand new line scheduled for winter 2012-13. Ms. Munro also works as the VP of Business Affairs for Rebel Ink Press. She loves to hear from her readers and can be contacted via her website
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Innocent childhood games of dress-up and pretend…
Julie Stevens is as straight as they come. Or so she tries to convince herself. But it isn’t easy believing that little white lie when she has the two most sexually eccentric best friends on the planet. One is a bi-sexual Domme who believes if it looks fun, try it. The other is a gay man in the role of slave to his very sexy Master whom Julie often wishes wasn’t gay. Dante’s commanding presence makes her want to do things that set her on fire with need and embarrassment. Given her boring vanilla life, how exactly does she fit into their world? Would they like to have a shinier third wheel? Are a completely different animal for grownups…
After one wild evening and a bit too much liquid encouragement, Julie discovers a side of herself she’s always tried to ignore. The realization she’s a sub not only scares her, it excites her and she yearns for more. But the process of finding the right man to teach her becomes a real issue, until Mason comes along. He’s everything Julie imagines a Dom should be. Armed with her masque and Renaissance costume, Julie is thrown for a loop when the handsome Master draws more willingness out of her than she ever thought possible. Is it possible she’s more than a submissive? And will the assumptions he’s made about her identity end up tearing them apart?
“Are you wet, angel?” Mason asked, running one hand down the middle of her back. Her intake of breath told him she was and that she didn’t want to admit it. “Answer me. Now.”
“Yes,” she whispered over a whimper.
Covering her body with his, Mason leaned over her and gently took her by her hair. “Tell me what you need, angel.”
Silence. Sniffling. Muffled moans.
“Julie. Tell. Me. What. You. Need.”
“Sex.” Her voice was barely audible.
“No. That’s what you think I want. I know what I want. You’re to free your mind of thoughts concerning what you think I want.” Mason pushed back up and began moving one hand over her back in a soothing pattern. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need…I…Don’t make me…”
“I need to come,” she whined.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Now tell me what you want.”
“I don’t understand…”
“Yes, you do. Tell me,” he growled.
“I want you to make me come,” she gushed, arching her back into his constant touch.
“I’m going to do just that, angel,” he spoke harshly, leaning back over her and taking a handful of hair, raising her head enough he could nip her earlobe. “Tell me you understand.”
“When’s the last time you had an orgasm?” She started to answer and he cut her off. “With a man?”
“I can’t remember.”
“Shame on them,” Mason told her.
He stood and while keeping one hand on her lower back letting her know he was still present, he unbuttoned his jeans then unzipped them slowly, adding to her agony by being forced to listen to the click of each tine popping open. Scooting his pants down his legs along with his boxers, he stepped out of them and when his hand left her so he could sheath himself, Julie grunted in frustration.
“Get on your back on the bed,” he said as he finished rolling the condom down. She needed the visual contact even if she couldn’t see anything but shadows and reflections.
She hesitated, looked behind her as if trying to determine if he was baiting her or not, then turned and backed across the mattress before lying down with her legs spread and her arms at her sides, her eyes tightly squeezed shut. So clinical, as if she expected to be used as a vessel. Who the hell had she been with before and what the hell had they done to her to make her think sex was about lying like a dead fish while the man got what he wanted? Then he remembered what she’d been like at the party, after he’d caught her in the chase.
She was carefree and happy, not at all a dead fish beneath him. As he’d lain on her in the garden, she was vital and eager. Mason believed she’d have done anything he asked of her she was so pliable…She’d been Hayden. Not Julie. She’d not just been dressed for the party. She was literally hiding behind her masque.
A bit of anger and sorrow wound around Mason’s state of arousal and squeezed him as he realized she had to assume an identity to feel. Then he was almost ashamed at the bit of happiness that crept in at the realization that she was not only fresh and new to his world but actually, she was like putty in his hands. She was ready to be molded into the person she was perfectly capable of being. He could be the one to show Julie how good it really could be, not just physically, but emotionally as well. For tonight though, she needed a safe haven, a place where she could turn her fears into dancing.