Uncaged: Can you tell readers more about your books? You are a journalist, what influenced you to start writing novels?
Being a journalist, an editor, a translator, and a writer—it’s all mixed up for me. I’m always writing something. I had several suspense books published in Russian, under another pen name, before I started writing in English. I had a M/M BDSM story in mind, but it was obvious that it would be difficult to get it officially published in my own country. And I decided to switch to a foreign language. One of the characters in “Tenderly Wicked” was an American expat living in Moscow, so it was only logical 🙂 My next projects were a paranormal M/M series, “The Sons of Gomorrah”, and a M/F spin-off from it, “Black Cat Security”. They are spiced up with BDSM themes, sinister, and full of angst.
Uncaged: What do you have coming up next that you can tell us about?
Hopefully, the third part of “The Sons of Gomorrah” will be out soon. The alternate universe described in this series keeps growing and taking shape, so there might be a few more spin-offs.
Uncaged: Are you nervous, scared or excited (or all three) when you release a new book?
I’m very excited after having just finished a book. And maybe a bit sad it’s over. But by the time of its release I’m usually working on something else.
Uncaged: Do you read your reviews? What do you take away from them?
I do, and they have been very encouraging so far. I write faster when I know somebody might be waiting for the next book, so reviews stimulate me.
Uncaged: What is one of the nicest things someone has said to you about your books?
I’m glad when people tell me that my descriptions of Moscow in “Tenderly Wicked” make them want to visit it. Also, I was very much pleased with a review that said “Tenderly Wicked” should be required reading for BDSM novices. It’s not a “how to” manual, of course, but I wanted to show what a newbie Dom feels and what mistakes he can make.
Uncaged: What is your favorite parts about being an author? What have you found to be the least favorite?
I enjoy doing all kinds of research, be that checking out various kinky stuff or studying medieval grimoires. Unlike many other authors, I don’t hate writing blurbs (maybe because I’m used to reviewing books, which is practically the same thing), but writing a synopsis is a challenge for me. Reducing the whole story to one page seems like a weird thing to do.
Uncaged: What do you like to do when you aren’t writing? Where is one of your favorite places on Earth?
I’m fond of drawing; it’s very relaxing. You can find some of my fanart doodles on my blog http://tenderlywicked.tumblr.com. I also like traveling, in my own country and abroad. I was charmed by Scotland and Wales—as much as I love Moscow, sometimes I have a yearning for less crowded places 🙂 Now I’m musing over a dragon shifter story in a Welsh setting. If there are any magical creatures left on Earth, they must be hiding there, in Snowdonia!
Uncaged: What can you tell us that is very unique about you?
Apart from writing books in a foreign language? 🙂 Despite the fact that I have a penchant for dark and eerie stories, I’m often told I’m a very nice person. Isn’t it strange?
Uncaged: What would you like to say to fans, and where can they follow you?
I’ve got lots and lots of angst and hurt/comfort in store for you all! Feel free to find me on Facebook and to check out my blog. I regularly post my interviews with other BDSM authors there. Apparently, I can’t stop being a journalist even in my free time!
Black Cat Security
Dragomir, a magician with PTSD and a very inconvenient curse upon him, struggles to make a living, taking part in illegal boxing matches. Fighting is the only thing he’s good at now. But how long can he keep it up? The fights are dangerous, and he’s untrained. A pretty witch he meets one night says she might change his life for the better. Is she really willing to help, or does she have her own wicked plans about him?
Warnings (or an incentive to read): BDSM, FemDom, bondage, whipping, spanking, pegging… and some magic, too 🙂
When he came to, the first thing he understood: he couldn’t see. A moment of panic—and then another realization: there was a blindfold of some kind over his eyes. He was standing with his arms up above him … and wait, were his hands bound? What the hell? He tried to reach up, rotating his wrists, and clutched at the chains he was hanging from. Yes, fucking chains. And leather handcuffs, buckled very tight. And he couldn’t feel any clothes upon himself, just something around his neck in addition to his dog tag.
Then he remembered. Ida. Her apartment. Talking about his curse. She said they had to negotiate…
And after that—nothing.
He jerked at the chains, hard. And again, and a few times more. They didn’t give. There was some slack, so at least his arms weren’t pulled up too tautly, but he couldn’t break free.
“You must be wondering what happened to you,” Ida said somewhere to his left. “You agreed to an experiment, remember? And here you are. A fine specimen for a very interesting test.”
Her hand touched his chest lightly, out of nowhere, and he jolted at the contact as if she prodded him with a stun baton.
She chuckled quietly. “So skittish. But it’s understandable. Everyone would be jumpy in your place.” Her hand wandered across his pecs, brushed his nipple, and disappeared. “I’ll let you adjust. Try tugging at the chains again if you want to check whether they will break or not. I allow you. But here’s a spoiler: they won’t. It’s not some rusty old shackles. They are good and new, very sturdy, and secured to an eyehook in the ceiling. There had been a large chandelier hanging from it once, so it’s quite reliable. I redecorated the room long ago, but I always thought the hook would come in handy one day. It’s a mild nuisance the handcuffs have to be hanging so high—I’m not that tall. But a bit of hypnosis, and you helped me to restrain you most eagerly.”
What the hell was going on?
As if through a fog, Dragomir remembered saying yes to some kind of experiment and even filling and signing a yes/no negotiation form, but it was a vague memory, distant and dream-like. Everything else—a boxing match, a fight before that—seemed even more surreal.
Ida’s hand slipped along his flank, ticklishly, up to his neck, and tugged at what he realized was a collar.
“And this is to ensure you wouldn’t break free using magic. Quite a special thing. Leather, silver, and a security spell. Meant especially for wayward mages, something of the kind they use in prisons when incarcerating a person with enhanced abilities.” She slipped a finger under the band around his throat, making it too tight, almost choking him. “So you will behave, no matter whether you want it or not. A bad boy will be a good boy for a change.”
“What are you doing?” he rasped out.
“Just making you harmless. Wasn’t it what you wanted, to cause no harm to me?”
Was she mocking him?
He stood there, wearing nothing but a collar, a dog tag, and a blindfold. It was ridiculous. Laughable. Humiliating.
Rationally, he knew he probably had nothing to worry about. Or did he? But anyway, all rational thoughts gave way to a primitive bodily reaction—discomfort at being tied up, helpless. It felt like he was itching all over under his skin with uneasiness bordering on unwanted panic, too exposed, deprived of sight. He tried to wriggle his wrists out of the handcuffs instead of jerking at the chains, but to no avail.
“Nope, the handcuffs will hold, too,” Ida warned him. “I checked, and not just once. As I might have said, I do a bit of coaching now and then, but of an unusual kind. I call it expanding boundaries. Experiencing new sensations. It doesn’t normally include sex, but for you, I might make an exception.”
A peck of a kiss between his shoulder blades. Hands running up and down his sides, in a comforting manner, but at the same time, it was unnerving. He tried to twist away from her touch, stubbornly, but she squeezed his hips, adding a hint of nails.
“Sshh, don’t twitch, hold still,” she said, “or I’ll pull up the chains. They say it’s extremely painful to hang from your wrists. Excruciating.”
“Oh yeah?” he managed. “Someone else complained?”
“And very loudly. Good thing this room is soundproof. As I said, it had been redecorated.”
Her arms went ‘round him. She was still clothed, but he could feel her little perky breasts pressing against his back. His cock, already half-hard, immediately went into a very interested mode. It didn’t seem to mind the strangeness of the situation.
Dragomir has been cursed and uses fighting and drinking to try to dampen his uncontrollable rage. Along comes Ida, a pretty witch that looks to be his savior. And her unconventional ways of treating his curse is quite surprising.
This is a shorter, well told story that really packs a lot between the pages. Ida teaches Dragomir that he’s stronger than he thinks, and can control his curse through erotic submission. This story took me a bit by surprise in its originality and well constructed story, although I think it could easily have been drawn out to a full length novel. I didn’t connect as much as I would have liked, and would have liked it to be just a bit more.
Reviewed by Cyrene