03 November 2016

Q & A with Katerina Ross!

Hello Katerina!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you about your book Tenderly Wicked.  So tell me…

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

I wanted to write controversial characters. Likeable, but flawed. So both men in my novel aren’t ideal. Max, an American expat in Moscow, finally plunges into exploring the world of BDSM after having repressed his desires for a long time. He’s nervous about his ineptness, and he makes a bunch of wrong decisions. One of my readers said she got very angry with him at some point. I was glad to hear that because you don’t get angry with someone who doesn’t seem to be real enough :) Vadim, Max’s Russian lover, is not a newbie in BDSM at all, but he has a history of abusive relationships, and it messed up his priorities a lot. Both Max and Vadim strive to make their relationship work, but there will be a lot of misunderstandings and angst.

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?

My native language is Russian, but I couldn’t publish such a book in my own country – there are no M/M romance publishers at all in here, so I had to write it in a foreign language. I’m very proud I coped with this task, but also a bit sad because I can’t share this with most people I know. It’s not easy coming out as a writer of BDSM romances :)

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

I tried to give as many details on living in Moscow is possible, so readers could wander the Moscow streets with my characters and see how fascinating my home city is.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

At the moment, I’m writing several M/M and M/M/F stories simultaneously. All of them are set in Russia.


Max has always been interested in the wicked ways of BDSM. Now he has Vadim, an eager Russian sub willing to fulfill his most daring fantasies. But there’s one problem—Max isn’t quite ready to accept what's right in front of him. His deep-seated insecurities threaten to spoil what's growing into more than just a kinky pastime.


Vadim stood in the middle of the room, his gaze wandering in the direction of a double bed, and Max slowly circled him, eyeing his guest appreciatively in what he hoped to be a slightly unnerving manner—hands clasped easily behind his back, bare feet stepping soundlessly across a green carpet with thick, dense woolen pile, the only decoration in the studio, clearly bought by the owners in an attempt to make the rental apartment seem more homely. It felt soft and pleasantly ticklish.
“Before we begin, tell me your safeword,” Max said at last, satisfied with his survey.
Vadim winced, as if annoyed. “Is it really necessary?”
Well that was a surprise. Max had always thought a safeword, slovo in Russian, was essential to every BDSM community. As far as he could tell from weeks of night chatting, there was no exception to this formality in Moscow. Why would Vadim be reluctant to use one?
Max stopped directly in front of him, in his personal space, and let out a slow smile, not exactly threatening but still dangerous. At least he thought so. He’d been practicing it in the mirror for a long, long time. “I’m going to establish some ground rules here,” he said in a low voice. “When I give you an order, you obey me. Instantly. If you don’t, I’ll have to assume you misunderstand your position and think you have some control left. Then I’ll have to correct your flawed reasoning in the most visceral way possible. Is it clear enough?”
“Yes,” Vadim whispered after a small pause.
“Good.” Max unclasped his hands and traced down Vadim’s left cheek and then his throat with a finger. Vadim shivered under the touch. “Show me you can be obedient then. Give me your safeword.”
“Red.” Vadim’s voice hitched when Max brought his thumb across the young man’s smoothly-shaved chin and touched his plush bottom lip.
“That will do,” Max confirmed. A reasonable choice for playing with a stranger, an international safeword code. It was like traffic lights, easy to remember. Red for stop, yellow for a breather. “Ready to begin?”
“I thought we had already,” Vadim murmured cheekily, eyes now closed halfway, shaded by long eyelashes, and lips wantonly parted as Max kept stroking his chin. But he gasped and his eyes fluttered open when Max squeezed it sharply, drawing him in for a quick harsh kiss that vaguely tasted of coffee and cigarettes and then let him go. “Now we have.”

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About the Author
 Katerina Ross lives in Russia and works as a journalist. There are no M/M publishers in her country at all, and thus she wrote a hot and kinky M/M romance in English. It’s set in Moscow, so you’ll get to know the city she lives in.

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