The Alpha Male, for me anyway, is a tricky beast. I like strong, take-charge men. But I like them to still be sensitive to their woman. I don’t want a man pushing me around, acting like a jerk, and I certainly don’t want to read about men like that.
I want them to be protective and maybe a little tough, refusing to take crap from their lady. I want them to be dominant without being bossy. (Is that possible? In my mind it is.)
Some of the books I’ve read, I feel like the author has taken the “angry, betrayed alpha” too far and turned him into a borderline abusive asshat. Sorry, but that is NOT sexy.
Even in erotica with a strong Dom/Sub relationship, it should be about respect.
My latest book Seducing Kate delves a bit into creating a dominate personality.
Kyle is a young man, just about to graduate college when he falls in lust with his roommate’s mother Kate. Kate has a bad habit of dating the worst kind of man she can find. Soon enough, though, the reasoning behind that starts to peel away. Kate is has subordinate tendencies and tends to confuse being treated badly with being dominated.
As she and Kyle begin hot steamy affair, they both start working out the kinks (sorry, had to do it) in their sexual appetites. Kate shows Kyle how to be dominate, and Kyle makes Kate realize dominance doesn’t equate disrespect.
Though Kate is significantly older than Kyle, their connection is much deeper than purely sexual and changes them forever.
Kyle is kind and respectful while pushing the lines that Kate wants pushed, he adores her while dominating her and breaks the cycle of abuse that Kate has been stuck in most of her life.
It’s sweet, it’s hot, and it’s the kind of alpha male romance like.
As part of my release celebration, I’m staring my blog tour right here, right now.
Comment below for a chance to win not only a copy of Seducing Kate, but also a Silk Rope Set including soft wrist and ankle bands and satin blindfold. Hey, once you read this, you’re gonna want these things. 😉
Winner will be notified February 1st.
Available January 24, 2014 from Musa Publishing.
It was lust at first sight for Kyle when he met his roommate Justin’s mother Kate. Kyle, a college transfer, was too far from home to visit on short school breaks, so Justin took him to Minneapolis where his mother was serving up a family meal for Thanksgiving.
One look left Kyle with a healthy obsession for Kate which grew with each visit. When he landed an internship in Minneapolis, he moved in with Kate for the summer, and got in touch with his voyeuristic side. It wasn’t until one late evening and a few too many glasses of wine that Kyle began to suspect his attraction wasn’t one-sided.
When he dared to push the issue, he found Kate more than willing to succumb to his seduction.
I’d barely spent time with Kate, just a few minutes in the kitchen before John had come strutting in. I had sat across from her at dinner making awkward conversation while Justin and John glared at each other over the spaghetti and garlic bread. It wasn’t like she’d crawled across the floor half naked and begged me to fuck her.
What the hell was it about her? Sure she was beautiful, but I’d dated beautiful women. None of them had pushed me to the point of obsession. I wanted nothing more than to throw Kate down and fuck her until she screamed. Not cried out like she had moments ago, but screamed. And dug her nails in my back. And wrapped her legs so tight around me I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know why. All I knew was my body was borderline insane with lust, and my dick was so hard it hurt.
I turned the cold water on and splashed my face a few times to snap out of the Kate-induced haze. When I was finally able to think about something other than having sex with her, I went back downstairs.
I tried like hell to focus on the game, but my mind kept wandering. No, it wasn’t wandering. It was reliving my trip upstairs, from the groans, to the flash of tit, to the blush on Kate’s cheeks.
I held out for another hour of video games before I couldn’t take the agony of wanting her any longer. I went up to my room and slipped between the cool sheets of the guest bed. I put a sock over my dick and got off to images of my roommate’s mother.
I pictured her pale ass sticking in the air as I gripped her hips and slid into her tight pussy. I imagined my fist tangled in her hair as she sucked my cock. I even fantasized about her standing over me in black heels and a tight business suit as she ordered me to jerk myself harder.
As I came—hard—I wondered how I was ever going to control myself around her.