Friday, December 21, 2012

Character Interview with Daniel from Sidney Bristol's Bound with Pearls

Thanks so much to the team at Rom Fan reviews for hosting me today!
Today I brought along Daniel from my latest book, Bound with Pearls. As the hero, he had his hands full in this book, and got a little more than he bargained for. So I thought I’d ask him here today for an interview. 

Hello, Daniel.

Daniel: *smiles* Hello.

Sid: Okay, Daniel , the questions I’m going to ask you are a mix of standard and personalized. Please remember you agreed to answer all of them. *evil grin*

Daniel: No problem. I think you might want to make sure you want the answer.

Sid: LOL! You’re right. I might regret asking. Let’s begin with some easy questions? All right then. Which member of your immediate family do you relate to best? Why?

Daniel: My mom. She’s a very sweet, nurturing woman and as a kid I needed that.

Sid: You’re adopted, is that correct?

Daniel: Yes, I was adopted when I was about a year old, but my adoptive family was in my life before that.

Sid: Which of your family do you get along with the least? Why?

Daniel: *laughs* Easy. My dad. We’re both dominant personality types. We spent my teen years butting heads. Moving out saved our relationship. We still have our moments, but it’s good.

Sid: So what's the real story about your breakup with your last girlfriend?

Daniel: *scowls* What does that have to do with anything?

Sid: It’s one of the questions.

Daniel: Okay. Adrian was the last woman I had a relationship with. We started dating when I still lived in New York. I moved down here and it just fizzled. I couldn’t give her what she wanted long distance, and my focus was on my work. It was best for both of us to separate.

Sid: You mean you haven’t dated since coming to Atlanta?

Daniel: Dating? No. Playing with submisives at the club and maybe having a weekend with them? Yes.

Sid: How do your work associates perceive you?

Daniel: They think I’m a bastard. *grins*

Sid: Why’s that? And why do you look like you’re proud of it?

Daniel: My employees work hard, and know I’m a tough task master. I’m very particular about our product, and I take a lot of interest in all of the pieces we produce.

Sid: How has your family taken the changes in the last year to your lifestyle?

Daniel: You mean the last few years? They’re supportive of my move to Atlanta. I don’t get to see them enough, but I’m hoping that changes in the next year, especially since they need to meet Christine.

Sid: You’re getting ahead of me. More about her later. How important is sex in your life?

Daniel: *grin* Pretty important.

Sid: In an average month, how often do you “get lucky”?

Daniel: As often as I can.

Sid: How often? Give me a number.

Daniel: Six out of seven days of the week, sometimes twice a day. Do you want me to break it down into positions, restraints and place?

Sid: Only if you want to share.

Daniel: I prefer to have sex in the privacy of my home, but every now and then spicing it up by going somewhere else, like the club for example, is nice. I have a thing for restraints. I’ve bought some softer rope for Christine specifically. As far as positions, I prefer anything face to face. I like to see what’s going on in a woman’s face when I make her scream.

Sid: *sputters* That was pretty detailed.

Daniel: Hey, you asked.

Sid: So since you’re in a sharing mood, care to fess up to how many partners you’ve had?

Daniel: I do mind, actually. I take privacy of my partners very seriously. While I might be more forthcoming about my kink lifestyle, not everyone is. So I’m going to pass on that one.

Sid: Okay, I can respect that. What’s the longest any woman has ever lasted with you?

Daniel: I had a girl I dated for about three years. Started in college and we stayed togeth
er really for lack of anything better to do. Learned a lot from her, but we weren’t right.

Sid: What kind of woman turns you off? Why do you figure that is?

Daniel: I’m not much for airheads. I like a woman with some drive.

Sid: What kind of man appeals to you most? Physically? Personality? Can you describe your dream man?

Daniel: Red heads and big boobs. *grin*

Sid: You’re terrible.

Daniel: I admit it.

Sid: I’m glad for you. Is there one act more than any other that you deeply regret? Why did you do it? Do you think you would behave differently today?

Daniel: Things I regret. Hm… I spent a lot of time spinning my wheels in New York. I think I would have been better served going out on my own. But, if I had, I wouldn’t have the experience I do.

Sid: Last question, where do you expect to be ten years from now? In your job. Location? Social life?

Daniel: In ten years I’d like to expand my production line and produce ten times what I am now. I’d like dedicated retail space with actual stores that carry my merchandise instead of just stocking the counter at a department store. I’d like to have a family, kids, the works.

Sid: Dos Christine know this?

Daniel: Chris and I haven’t discussed the future, but I think we both know where this is headed.

Sid: And where is that?

Daniel: I think Chris and I should discuss that before you and I.

Sid: Fair enough! Well thank you for joining us today.

It can never be said that Sidney Bristol has had a ‘normal’ life.  She is a recovering roller derby queen, former missionary, and tattoo addict. She grew up in a motor-home on the US highways (with an occasional jaunt into Canada and Mexico), traveling the rodeo circuit with her parents. Sidney has lived abroad in both Russia and Thailand, working with children and teenagers. She now lives in Texas where she splits her time between a job she loves, writing, reading and belly dancing.
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The last thing Christine wants to do is another favor for her sister, but Lucy always gets what she wants. This time it’s Daniel playing sub to a demanding Dom. Their relationship begins with a power exchange and progresses to time spent between the sheets. Now emotions are getting complicated and the Dom isn’t just a hunky guy in black.

Daniel’s expectations are turned upside down when he meets Daniel. She’s more than a well-trained submissive. She’s a woman with a body he wants to memorize. He’s willing to spend as much time as it takes to learn her, because she might be his match and his muse. He’ll make her come so hard he’s imprinted on every inch, and then he’ll offer her the most precious thing he can, himself.


Christine’s mouth closed with a snap. Her jaw hurt from clenching. Her hands ached from gripping her wrists. Blinking rapidly, she looked at the Dom’s broad back. He was getting ready to leave.

She’d failed, completely blown it, and he was right. Her attitude sucked. This wasn’t like her. She’d hit a low point and didn’t know how to dig herself out of this one.

Pinpricks of pain stabbing the backs of her eyes heralded tears. Screwing things up seemed to be her specialty today, from the reports at work to forgetting her entry fee for the charity race, and now it was going to cost her. Lucy wouldn’t give her the pearls when she found out the Dom had left, rightfully disgusted with her.

The muscles in her chest constricted until she was panting for breath. Her vision blurred with tears she had to dash away.

“Wait,” she said, her voice sounding strained and too high to her own ears.

The Dom glanced over his shoulder, unmoved. It shouldn’t get her off, but the idea of a man with such control was a turn-on. She’d been ready for someone big and scary or maybe on the scrawny side with a penchant for pain. Finding him a fairly normal guy unsettled her.

Fairly normal was an understatement. Sure, most women might not notice him. He had nondescript brown hair and his features were handsome enough. It was something else about him that drew her.

“Why should I?”

She took a deep breath to calm herself. “You’re right. My attitude sucks.” Another deep breath. She couldn’t think of a good reason to give him, except the truth. Her shoulders slumped. She hated airing the dirty laundry between Lucy and her. Sisters should be close, they should have a bond. All she and Lucy shared was a last name and some DNA.

“I’m not involved with Nate. Lucy’s my sister and she—she’s afraid of you, so she probably whined to Nathan until he suggested trading me for her.” She could feel her cheeks burning. “I wasn’t going to do it. I-I don’t know you, I’m not entirely comfortable with this, and Lucy knew that. When I said no, and I meant it, she—”

Her throat constricted around her words, cutting them off. Squeezing her eyes shut, she balled her hands into fists and let the wave of emotion wash over her. She was angry and upset, hurt that her sister cared so little, but it was no different than any other time Lucy had conned her. The only person she could blame for this situation was herself. She drew in another slow, deep breath. “She told me if I’d come here, she’d give me our mother’s pearls. She’s dead, and they’re one of the only things we have left of hers.”

Her gaze locked on the floor. She knew she should stop talking. This man was as disgusted with her as she was, but her mouth kept working. “I loved them. I wore them to prom and graduation. I’d borrowed them for luck every now and then. Lucy never wanted them. They didn’t sparkle enough, they weren’t flashy. But when I wore them to her funeral, Lucy started yelling and crying about how I got everything. I gave them to her to shut her up and I’ve never seen them since.”

She hiccupped around her words. No doubt her face was red and splotchy. She didn’t cry delicately. No, when Christine cried her nose turned red, her eyes got big and puffy and she turned into a fountain. She hated crying and dumping ugly family business on a stranger. She couldn’t wait for him to leave. She could curl up on the bed, cry herself out and slink home where she could camp out on the couch with a pint of ice cream.


Hands gripped her shoulders from behind. Her stomach dropped right before the ground disappeared from under her. The Dom picked her up effortlessly.

“What are you doing?” She gripped his shoulders, expecting to land on her ass any second.
He crossed to the chaise and sat down with her cradled in his lap. She tried to slip onto the bench, but his hand clamped on her thigh. It was natural to obey the unspoken command. This close she could see the deep blue of his eyes, the strength of his jaw and feel the power of him. There was no doubt under the black t-shirt and jeans he was every bit as strong as he looked.

“What are—?”

“I’m the one who gets to ask the questions here.” His voice was stern, but unlike his reprimand from before there was a warm quality.

She relaxed against the curved arm of the chaise, comforted by his commanding nature. Let someone else call the shots for now, she was too tired of it all.

“Here.” He handed her tissues from an unknown source and she snatched them up.
Bowing her head to let her curls fall over her face was as much privacy as she could get to clean herself up. The Dom didn’t touch her except where their bodies nestled together, which was one small relief.

She hated crying, but she was better for getting it out. It felt good to be honest, even if the recipient of her words didn’t care what she said.

Tossing her head back, Christine met his gaze. Her breathing was shaky and her eyes and nose raw.

“Feel better?” His voice was the deep, rumbling kind that spoke directly to her pussy. The whole situation would have been easier to write off as one huge mistake if he hadn’t been attractive. Now it was salt to a wound.

She nodded.

He quirked a brow and her blush became more intense.

“Yes Sir,” she mumbled. How could she already be blushing on command for the man?

“You agreed to take your sister’s place because she has something of sentimental value you want, correct?” He looped his arms around her waist, settling his hands at her hip and thigh.

“Yes Sir.”

“I’m going to be frank with you. Would you prefer I wasn’t?”

“No Sir. I’d prefer the truth.” She braced herself for a pat on the head and a goodbye.

“I don’t care for your sister. She’s spoiled. I was, and still am, a little apprehensive you’re too much like her—”

“I’m nothing like my sister.” Memories of cold Thanksgiving meals and waiting for Lucy to show up at Christmas with their father stabbed her. All the times when Lucy should have been there but never was. Their father made excuse after excuse for her—she was busy, being young and carefree. Christine knew better.

The Dom quirked a brow at her again. Her blush felt as bad as a sunburn, stretching across her cheeks, down her neck and gripping her chest.

“Sorry, Sir.” The urge to lean into him and kiss his jaw in supplication was strong.

“I don’t think you’re sorry about that admission.”

She shook her head. “No Sir, I’m sorry for interrupting you.”

“That, I believe.” The hand at her hip swept down to her knee, treating her to the first sensual skin-to-skin contact.

“Sir?” Christine bit her lip and focused on the collar of his shirt.


“I don’t know your name. I just—”

He squeezed her thigh and she shut her mouth. Another unspoken command she read perfectly.

“Daniel,” he growled. “Christ, she didn’t even tell you?”

She shook her head, curls sweeping over her shoulders. His anger didn’t scare her, though she would be lying to herself if she said some part of her wasn’t pleased someone recognized her sister for who she truly was.

Daniel. Dom, Master, Sir Daniel. It fit him—understated and powerful.

He swept her hair over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her neck, not quite in the sweet spot, but close enough to make her shiver.

He wound a stubborn curl around his finger and leaned back against the cushions, pulling her against him. She wasn’t accustomed to being handled, but in comparison to him she was small, which didn’t happen often.

“So how did your sister and you get involved in the scene?” The hand at her knee stroked up her thigh and back down, distracting her from his question.

She had to marvel at how well he managed her. She probably wasn’t what he’d expected, and still he pulled pertinent information from her. Something about him put her at ease, which, considering his size and what she wanted him to do to her, was a questionable assessment.

“Um, I had a boyfriend in college who, who liked to tie me up. It was fun.” She lifted a shoulder. “After we broke up I did some research and decided I would try to meet someone new who could—could teach me.”

“How does your sister fit in?”

She wrinkled her nose, wishing he would drop that particular line of conversation. She looked down at his tanned arm. The muscles and veins she could trace with her fingers made such a stark contrast to her pale skin.

“Lucy has always done what I do. Same schools, degrees, even where I used to work. She has to do what I did and try to do it better. When she found out I was into BDSM, she got into it.”

“Did you mentor her?”

Her gaze leveled with his. “Have you met my sister? She showed up one night in a slutty cocktail dress, whined her way through the orientation meeting and attached herself to my Dom.”

“What did he do?”

“Brandon and I were not in an emotional relationship, so he was free to do whatever he wanted. He tried to help her for about a week before he washed his hands of her.” It had been one small victory following many losses. “Lucy attached herself to someone new, and here she is today.”

Nodding, he continued to stroke her leg, his fingers edging higher, disappearing below the hemline of the romper.

“So what happened to you? I’ve never seen you here before.”

She took a deep breath and fought the urge to open her legs and push his hand against her pussy. Any man could be attractive but it took a special man to dominate a woman with a look.

“I’ve been busy between work and our father, and it hasn’t been worth it to compete with her here. I know how people look at me when they know I’m her sister.”

“Are you seeing someone?” His question was casual but his hold on her knee was not.

“Of course not. I wouldn’t be here if I was.”

His hand continued its lazy caress of her leg. Her stomach fluttered. How could she be embarrassed and turned-on at the same time?

“Relax,” he said, jostling her with his legs.

“I’m heavy—”

“What did you say?”

“Uh, that—that I was—um,” she continued to sputter, her mind going blank.

He sighed, his hand rubbing against her knee in a circle. “I’m going to have to punish you for that. I’ve been generous, but I’m not your therapist. Stand up, take off your—” He pinched the hem of the romper. “Take this off and lie over my lap.”

Heat flooded her body, emanating from her pussy. She loved her figure, but baring all in front of a man she’d met fifteen minutes ago wasn’t normal for her. But he wasn’t sending her away. She’d willingly take whatever punishment he wanted to give her.

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1 comment:

  1. That was a fun interview.