Welcome guest author Belinda McBride

I'd like to welcome author Belinda McBride to my blog today.  Let's find out more about her and her  new release from Loose ID "The Bacchi"

QUESTIONS:

1-How long have you been writing?

 I've been writing on and off most of my life, but in about 2006 got my first laptop and that's when I really settled in and started writing for pleasure. I began researching the publishing industry in 2007 and had my first manuscripts published in 2008.
2-What is your favorite genre to write?

 I really like science fiction because I'm in complete control of creating a new universe and the rules these world live by. I like to examine real-world taboos, and can do that within the context of science fiction. I also like that I can cross just about any genre into sci fi.
3-What are you working on now?

 In between computer crashes and catastrophic losses of data, I'm limping along on Dream Hunter, a m/m paranormal that's the follow-up to Blacque/Bleu, from the Arcada universe. Its the story of Blaque's half-brother Travis, who's a bit of a pistol. He encounters a much older man...a fae who is very dangerous and had evil intentions toward someone inside of Arcada.
4-When you start a new story do you begin with a character or plot?

 Generally I start with a character, but sometimes the story ideas come first. Generally, if I develop my characters well, the plot arises from their inner conflicts. Once I had a handle on why Travis in Dream Hunter is such a brat, I knew what his story would be about. Travis is the son of an alpha and an omega, and because of his parentage, feels like he always has a target on his back. He wants to flee Arcada, but fears not only for his mother, but for himself, since trouble just gravitates to him. His love interest Dylan endangers someone Travis cares for. Yet Dylan is compelled to do this in order to get what he desperately wants. This puts them at odds in spite of their unexpected connection to each other.
5- Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it?

 The Bacchi is my newest release at Loose Id. It's an odd couple sort of story, and is loosely based off the old movies "Ninotchka" and "Silk Stockings," in which a French playboy decides to seduce a Russian official. He has no luck with her until he gives her a pair of silk stockings. With Lefi and Afton, its a red silk robe that does the trick. :) The men in The Bacchi are both damaged, hurt souls who are outsiders among their own people. They just don't fit until they find one another.

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BLURB:

The Bacchi Lefi Dhrahn lives a life of luxury and decadence, but is tortured by memories of a lost love. He survives the pain by surrounding himself with sex, beauty, and all forms of self-indulgence. When he meets the alluring Inspector Afton Teris, Lefi believes the detective will make a very nice addition to his string of conquests.
Afton Teris is a Valoran hermaphrodite, and like all members of his species, is stern, cerebral and disapproves of the frivolous prostitute. Afton orients as a male, but the beautiful Lefi Dhrahn stirs him sexually, making him question everything he knows about himself. To further confuse his emotions, Afton finds himself tempted by the forbidden pleasures surrounding the Bacchi.
When a kidnapping ring strikes close to home, the two go undercover on a brothel barge to investigate a slavery operation. There, Lefi is confronted by painful memories from his past, while Afton is faced with a horror that threatens his future, and perhaps his very life. Their survival lies with one another, but only if Lefi can set aside his pain and listen to his heart.

Publisher's Note: While primarily a male/male love story, this book contains one or more instances of male/female interaction. It also contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: exhibitionism/sex in public, male/male sexual practices, violence.

EXCERPT:

“Do you ever climax, Lefi?”

“Sometimes. If that’s what my client needs.”

“What about your needs?”

“My needs?” He leaned back, his eyes dropping closed, his hair hanging in an arrow down his back. “You fulfill my needs. When you climaxed now, you gave me such happiness.”

“You know that isn’t what I mean.” She pulled her hand away and reached to the side, where she found a silken robe.

Lefi stripped off the condom and discreetly disposed of it. “Sometimes I take a lover for a time. That’s all I need.” He rose gracefully, and Afton’s heart stopped for the briefest moment. In this light Lefi’s skin was luminous, his hair inky dark. His eyes were shadows in his face. His body was sculpted and perfect, broad shoulders angling to narrow hips. His erection had faded, but his cock was still thick and heavy. Afton caught his breath, his skin flushed, and his cock ached with excitement.

He’s a man. A male! The words echoed in his mind, effectively killing his arousal. For the moment, anyway.

“Do you still want to learn how to pleasure a man?” Lefi had deftly turned the conversation back to his client.

Bashfully she nodded.

“Well, next time we’ll work on that.”

“Will you climax?”

His laugh was beautiful. “Of course, for that is the purpose of the exercise, is it not? You’re afraid. Can you tell me what you’re afraid of?”

“Just…you know…you in my mouth.”

“You worry about my coming in your mouth?” She nodded, and even in the candlelight Afton could see her blush. “Then I certainly won’t, if that worries you. I’ll wear a sheath. But Judith?” With a finger under her chin, he tilted her face up to his.

“Yes?”

“Every man has his own taste. My semen is sweet. If you want to, you can taste it. Next time.” He helped her to her feet, and in his skilled hands, the small, round woman appeared graceful and elegant.

“Next time…” Her eyes went unfocused, and the tip of her pink tongue showed briefly at her lips. “I’d noticed…that your sweat isn’t salty. Not much, anyway.”

He chuckled, put an arm around her shoulders, and walked her out of Afton’s sight.

“No, it isn’t. Later this week you’ll come back, and we’ll talk some more…” His voice faded away, leaving Afton standing alone and awkward in the tiny room.

Behind his trousers, Afton’s cock was hard and urgent again; an insidious dampness escaped his body. He clenched his fists, his fingernails nearly drawing blood. A moment of focus allowed him to recapture his Valoran dignity. Then he heard movement outside the door. Lefi was safely wrapped in a floor-length robe as he moved around the living space, picking up objects and putting them away. His client was still in the house, and Afton decided it would be best if he remained hidden for the moment. He took a deep breath and turned to examine his surroundings.

The room was small—not a closet but clearly designed for storage. It took only a moment to ascertain what Lefi used it for.

One wall contained hanging floggers and manacles, leather straps, and exotic devices Afton couldn’t make sense of. There were shelves with dildos of all shapes and sizes, as well as other toys, lubricants, and massage oils.

And then there were the costumes.

The Bacchi had everything ranging from fetish gear that consisted of a few leather straps, to flowing robes from a Warlan fantasy. Afton moved hanger after hanger, then finally broke into a grin. There were several outfits clearly designed for women, along with wigs and shoes. They would fit the Bacchi to perfection.

“See something you like?”

Afton whirled around, the smile fading from his face. The Somian in the doorway didn’t quite tower over him but was tall enough to intimidate. In reaction Afton returned to his own instinctive military posture.

Lefi reached past him and brought down an outfit that consisted solely of drapes of brightly colored, silken scarves.

“I dance in this one. The client likes to strip me naked, one scarf at a time.” He flashed that brilliant smile and hung the skimpy costume back on the rack. “It’s called the Dance of the Seven Sins. Borrowed from Earth, of course.”

He lifted down another. “One gentleman—and I use that term loosely—enjoys seeing me dressed as a female. This little green schoolgirl dress is his favorite. We can only be grateful he acts out his fantasy with me rather than…otherwise.”

Afton finally gave in, smiling and shaking his head. The old-fashioned jumper had a silky blonde wig with it. Another Earth-based kink. While he was tall, the Somian was willowy and beautiful enough to cross gender.

“So what compels you to intrude while I’m with a client, Inspector?” Lefi turned away, leaving Afton to follow him into the main living space. He opened a panel and brought up the lights in the room. An elaborate golden Bacchi bracelet dangled from his left wrist, shimmering and catching Afton’s gaze. An electric-blue credit chit dangled from one link, and the various acts the Somian was proficient in were advertised by the numerous dangling charms. The precious metal indicated that among the Bacchi, he’d achieved mastery within the guild of his profession.

It seemed Lefi Dhrahn was no common prostitute. Afton had never really noticed the bracelet before. He had the odd impulse to examine it, to see just what the Bacchi did for his clients.

Feeling the warmth of a blush on his face, Afton reached into his pocket and extended the warrant just as Lefi turned away and swept into the kitchen in a flutter of black silk. With the lights up, the gem-green tones of his hair sparkled, matching the iridescent flush of green over his cheeks. When he turned back to Afton, his vivid purple eyes gleamed with humor. He offered a glass to Afton.

“It’s only juice, as you’re on duty.” He smiled again and sipped his own drink.

“I have a warrant.” Afton handed him the paper, leaving the glass untouched as Lefi studied the document. One arched brow rose.

“This afternoon?”

“In less than an hour.”

The prostitute rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation. “Fine. Give me ten minutes.” He finished his drink, leaned back against the marble counter, then studied Afton’s face.

“So tell me, Inspector, did you learn anything today?”

“Only that having an audience doesn’t impair your performance.”

The Somian laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Then you weren’t really paying attention, were you? I found your presence quite…distracting.”

Afton felt his skin darken in embarrassment, and the response annoyed him; he should have been well accustomed to the Bacchi’s relentless flirtation by now.

“Why did you strike her?”

Lefi gently set the glass on the counter, then turned back to Afton. Humor still danced in his eyes.

“Some people find punishment cathartic. It allowed her to break through the emotional barriers that kept her from culmination.” He pushed off the counter, and the silk of his robes brushed Afton as he passed by. “I keep a light touch with her. Judith only needs the suggestion of punishment to purge her guilt.” He gave Afton his elegant profile. “You might try it sometime, Inspector. As a Valoran I imagine you carry far too much guilt.”

For a moment Afton froze. How could he possibly know such a thing?

He followed Lefi back into the main room of the apartment. With the lights up he could see that the far half of the room had been arranged for relaxation—and sex. The floor was thickly carpeted; cushions of all sizes littered the space.

“This is the main living area. I’ve got another room with more specialized equipment. That’s where I usually…work.” He spoke casually, his tone friendly and open. “Please, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be only a moment.”

He was gone, leaving behind the fragrance of exotic spices, sex, and aroused Somian. Afton shivered as his cock hardened once again. With a frustrated sigh he flopped down onto a luxurious honey-colored chaise and waited.

Copyright © Belinda McBride, July 2012

Bio:

Award winning author Belinda McBride lives in far Northern California with her family and a pack of crazy-ass Siberian Huskies. She writes erotic romance in multiple genres in both het and LGBTQ romances. When she's not sobbing over computer melt-downs and dog show losses, she's generally vacuuming up dog hair and wondering when the fabulous part of being a writer will kick in...

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