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.
Blurb
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.
Excerpt
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.
Come find Katerina on…
…if you’re so inclined
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