Showing posts with label Club Imperial. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

BDSM club meets Rocker lead singer = Sizzle!

Not Quite Juliet
Silver Soul Book 1
a Club Imperial Series
by Katherine Rhodes
from Beau Coup Publishing

Silver Soul is a hot local band without big aspirations. Good boys during the day, bad asses at night, they play for the love of the music. They have all the requisite members: the hot lead singer; the wild and crazy bassist; the dreamy, laid-back rhythm guitarist; the animal on drums; the organized, behinds-the-scenes genius manager- and trouble on the lead guitar. 

And, of course, fangirls. Morgan Kirkbride is the self-professed super fangirl of Silver Soul. If they’re playing and she finds out, Morgan has to be there. One fateful night, by the grace of beer and peanuts, she falls for very hot, very sexy Nick D. 


Morgan was sure the lead singer of Silver Soul thought she was a graceless flake when he asks her to a midnight diner and winds up back at her place. She’s captivated, but sure it’s just a crazy one-night fling… Imagine her shock when the very next Monday at Allegheny County Courthouse, the highly respected, well-credentialed chemist Dr. Nicholas Dovadsky is called as a witness — and Morgan recognizes him as the rock god who rocked her bed. Sparks fly between them, but things get complicated - fast. But Nick doesn’t intend for anything or anyone to prevent him from getting to know the spunky, if clumsy, curvaceous woman. He just keeps coming back again and again. 

When an ex-boyfriend returns to haunt Morgan and her roommate, no one takes him seriously. But when the simple threats become violent, perverse and horrifying, she realizes someone is out to get her. While nothing is what it seems, there’s one thing Morgan can be sure of…she wants Nick in her life. Permanently.

**Content Warning: Explicit language and graphical content. Intended for 18+ audience.


I took the offered hand and nearly swooned. Swooned. Who the hell swoons? I stood up and followed him through the mostly empty club as the staff was sweeping and pushing tables around. He didn’t let go of my hand as we wound through the tables to the door stage right. 

This time, the little bitch in my head slapped me. I was being led backstage by the man I had a severe fangirl crush on, and we were going out for food and a chat. I almost dropped my cider at the realization. I was walking backstage with Nick D. I realized I had an obligation to women everywhere at that moment--and I fulfilled it. 

I dropped my eyes and I gazed upon the most gorgeous denim-clad backside I had ever seen. He walked just enough to press those firm globes into the denim and release them a moment later with the next stride. The cloth hugged him, and it was one of the most delicious sights I’d ever seen in my life. Squeezable Tush. I wondered if I could bottle it. 

“Enjoying the view?” he asked. 

My eyes shot up to his, where he was peeking over his shoulder at me about to push the door open. Fire rushed into my cheeks. Let’s see, I had proved I was graceless, easily flustered, worked at a BDSM club, and had absolutely no stealth to even grab a glimpse of the World’s Most Fantastic Backside. I’d probably dump the soup down the front of my shirt.

His eyes sparkled mischievously, though, as he looked at me. I took a chance. “Hmm. It could be a little better. Could you just turn to the right a little?” He laughed, and obliged me. 

Oh, it was a perfect ass.

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What is Club Imperial?

an excerpt from Katherine Rhodes' guest blog on Inner Goddess
"A good old fashioned erotic BDSM novel.
Club Imperial is [a BDSM club] set in an unlikely city– Pittsburgh. The story would be lost if I set in New York or LA. San Francisco was just too stereotypical for this. Even Anne Rice uses it. Plus, the lifestyle exists everywhere. Even in the Rust Belt."
While Not Quite Juliet is a stand-alone title, you can read about Emmy from Club Imperial and read more from the author's blog by clicking on the title above. 

About this author

Armed with her Bachelors of English, Literature from Montclair State University and a pen name, Katherine Rhodes has set her mind to writing erotic romances which are kinky, dirty, and fun. A lackadaisical laundry goddess, expert in the profundities of bad movies and awful literature, she resides in Philadelphia with her husband, three cats and a betta named Fishtian Grey.

Twitter @Mistress_KayR

Monday, December 16, 2013

How I became an erotica author, by Katherine Rhodes

Guest Blogger:
Author Katherine Rhodes
So how does a girl who usually bills herself a scifi/fantasy writer end up writing erotic romance? I guess it’s obvious that I had never been much into romance novels. I always found the characters trite, and the female characters disinteresting at best.

It started with "50 Shades of Grey"-- as most of these story do.I was intrigued by the characters enough to get though the first and second book with issues. The third book was a bit drafty for the lack of plot, but I made it through and the best part of the whole book was the last 50 pages or so.
I wondered if there were more books out there that had the same erotic bend to them, but were… better written. More well crafted. Not based on Twilight, since I think that Bella is a vapid bitch. And Anastasia is a clueless dingbat.
I did find some that were interesting– The Bellum Sisters, The Black Dagger Brotherhood, the Kategan Alphas (though Ms. Grey learns how to write with this series). Then I found Sylvia Day’s Crossfire series. My goodness. Yes please and thank you. Along with Ms. Day’s stories came Sylvain Reynard’s “Gabriel’s Inferno” (oddly enough, also based on Twilight, but with a far more relateable -to me- female main character).
Most of these had the women as those who were the submissive. Either literally or figuratively. I am not really a fan of women who can’t care for themselves, who believe they aren’t worth anything without being on the arm of a man, who need a man in their life. Please, make no mistake, I am married. I very much love my husband, but we’re here because we want to be; neither of us need each other as though we were to die without the other. But the women who find their worth in being labeled ‘girlfriend’, ‘fiancee’, ‘wife’ hold no real charm for me.
I am not, to use the parlance, a submissive. At all. Literally or figuratively. So why couldn’t I read about a woman taking the reins? or the whips, as it were?
Why couldn’t I write a story better than EL James? Why couldn’t I make my main character the Domme. I was already good at writing strong females, why not add a little kink to it and subtract the scifi/fantasy aspect?
A good old fashioned erotic BDSM novel.
Club Imperial is set in an unlikely city– Pittsburgh. The story would be lost if I set in New York or LA. San Francisco was just too stereotypical for this. Even Anne Rice uses it. Plus, the lifestyle exists everywhere. Even in the Rust Belt.
Consensual is done. Broken Bonds, the sequel is being edited and hopefully-- soon-- you can find out more about Emmy and Nathaniel.

(a version of this appears on my blog,

Consensual: A Club Imperial Novel, Book 1

From the moment Nathaniel laid eyes on Emmy Westerly, he wanted her in his life. He would do anything to get her there and keep her there. To his surprise, Nathaniel found himself quickly pulled into Emmy’s dark world of whips and blindfolds, kink and submission. He was intrigued not only by the thrill of it, but by the enigma which led Emmy there as well.
Emmy could not resist Nathaniel Walsh. She couldn’t deny the electricity between them, the utter animal magnetism she felt for him. Emmy was mystified by someone as honest and uncomplicated as Nathaniel allowing her to lead him into the dark. She adored having him at the tip of her lash.
But Emmy had secrets – deep, cruel truths which led her to Club Imperial, and staying with Nathaniel would mean telling him everything. He wasn’t ready for that.
Neither was she.
Broken Bonds

Book 2: A Club Imperial Novel

 After finding Emmy beaten and unconscious, Nathaniel has to enlist the help of his brother Victor and Franz to make sure that Emmy's secret life doesn't make the headlines and interfere with the justice her attack deserves. But when Emmy wakes up, they find out she has absolutely no memory of the attack, causing problems with the investigation...
Recovering from her injuries at North Woods, Nathaniel's sprawling estate, Emmy has too much time to reflect on what's happened so quickly in her life. When a phone call causes her past to crash head-long into her present and old scars are ripped open, she's not sure she can make it through the pain again. She has to let Nathaniel go to protect him from the hell that is her past...
But he's not letting go.

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