I have a furniture fetish.
Okay, now that you’re done scratching your head, let me explain. See, there’s always a piece of furniture in my stories that my characters have a moment around…or on. Sometimes it’s as simple as a chair. Sometimes it’s more elaborate and intricate.
Take my latest release, Reclaiming the Edge. Nearly the entire story takes place on a chair. A sex chair to be precise. That sex chair is a character onto itself. Take a peek, with some added commentary from me in blue at the end about what I intended for this section.
Copyright © SARA BROOKES, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
(This adult excerpt contains the mention of m/m interaction)
The oddly shaped piece of furniture in front of her gave her pause. It seemed out of place amid the other pieces of Dalton’s bondage equipment tucked against the walls. A shimmering aquamarine fabric draped over the item, the iridescence of the cloth causing it to appear to move and flow even though the air in the room remained still.
The shade of blue was the same as her eyes.
Curious now, she stepped closer, brushing her fingers against the surface. Smooth and silky, the fabric under the tips of her fingers triggered a warm feeling low in her belly. She’d worn a flowing dress made of this very same fabric the last time Dalton’s ropes had bound her wrists and ankles. He’d secured her in place to a set of chains that dangled from the ceiling, forcing her to watch while Cade knelt before him to pay loving attention to his cock.
The reminder that the devious torture had lasted for hours caused the warmth to flash to hot, burning through her so swiftly, she gasped. She took a moment to mourn the sensation that had been absent recently. Ever since her life had taken a first-class nose dive into the shitter.
Swallowing the self pity, she clutched at the covering and pulled. The material fell away, slowly revealing the treasure it hid. Interest lost in the fabric, she let it fall to the floor as she stepped forward.
Calling it furniture didn’t do the piece justice.
It was a work of art.
Dalton’s hands had been all over this thing. His craftsmanship and attention to detail was once again impeccable. A solid sheet of brushed metal served as the side support while stunning blue leather curved sensuously in a sweep that resembled the contours of a woman’s body.
She reached out, brushing her hand over the buttery leather cushion that came to her waist. She followed the arc as it dipped off to her right into a deep curve that begged to cradle someone. It swept up again, flowing into a graceful hump no higher than her knee.
The luscious curves seduced the eye as well as the mind.
I wanted Erin to immediately have a connection with the chair even before she knew what it was. That’s why I chose to have the fabric hiding the chair be something that caused her to have a very emotional, visceral reaction. I also wanted to show the emotional connection she shared with Dalton simply based on the way she viewed the chair as a piece of art. She reveres it, admires it just as much as she admires Dalton. Almost as if the chair needed to be a direct reflection of Dalton as sturdy and someone she could turn to no matter what. In that same vein, the chair needed to be something that stood out and was described in a very visual way so that the reader understood how important the item was going to be for the rest of the story.
**Giveaway: Choice of format for Ragged Edge**
Sara Brookes is an award-winning author who has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story.
You can contact Sara at firstname.lastname@example.org