Literary Nymphs Interview
Title: My Wicked Nanny, (Club Wicked, #2)
Author: Ann Mayburn
Publisher: Loose Id
Genre: Contemporary BDSM Romance
Release Date: April 2nd, 2013
What inspired the story?
My Wicked Nanny, book 2 in my Club Wicked series, is a fun and steamy story that
plays with one of my favorite tropes, the older man/younger woman and
boss/employee stories. You know, that fun and forbidden love between two people
that shouldn’t be attracted to each other, but are helpless to resist. In My
Wicked Nanny we get to meet Jesse, a widowed father of two young boys, and
Anya, his young nanny. Anya gets a part time job at Club Wicked, an exclusive
BDSM club outside of Washington
DC
EXCERPT:
Anya took a deep breath, forcing air into her
oxygen-starved lungs. Dressed in her scandalous outfit, complete now with an
ultrathin, beaded mask that obscured the upper portion of her face, she at
least looked the part of a server. And hopefully the mask helped to obscure the
no doubt stunned expression as the first glimpse of the interior of the public
bar left her overwhelmed.
Anya bumped into
Sunny’s back, totally not paying attention to where she was going. The other
woman turned around and caught her before she stumbled. “Oh, that’s right. This
is your first time seeing it.”
Anya could only nod,
speech beyond her. They were in a replica of The Hall of Mirrors in the Palace of Versailles
Sunny moved behind
her and whispered into her ear, “Isn’t it amazing? All this lush decadence, but
you’re missing the most marvelous thing of all. Look down and take a peek at
how the top one percent likes to play.”
Anya kept her gaze on
the ceiling, tracing the contours of the arches, the perfection of the design.
“You don’t understand. I want to go spend a summer in France Paris
Sunny laughed, her
warm breath blowing across Anya’s ear. “Dove, look down.”
She did, and when she
got an eyeful of what was happening right in front of her, she gasped. While
half of Anya’s face was covered by some amazing silver foam that conformed to
her every expression like it was painted on, she was sure from the chest up her
skin was a nice tomato red.
Sunny sauntered in
front of her and leaned against the edge of the black marble bar top separating
them from the crowd. She rested on her elbow, looking elegant and
sophisticated. She wore a golden mask fashioned like the sun and set with
thousands of tiny golden crystals covering the surface. “And this is the public
bar. The bars further into the club are more worse…and much better.”
Forcing a breath into
her frozen lungs, Anya took a hesitant step forward, the silver bells around
each of her ankles tinkling. Her gaze remained fastened on a totally nude man
approaching them. “But he’s naked.”
She didn’t like how
her voice sounded breathless, but for the love of all things holy, a man with a
very large erection was being led past them with a leash attached to a ring
around his cock. Some pretty brunette was walking a man, like a dog, by his
dick.
Anya couldn’t believe
she’d seen that, even as she followed his progress through the room. No one
else seemed to be shocked, and when the woman stopped to talk to an older lady
with her hair in a tight bun, the older woman fondled his butt like she had
every right. Even more confusing, the man with a leash on his dick looked
pleased.
“But…naked.”
“Hmm? Oh yes. Earlier
tonight the club Dommes had their monthly meeting. We’ll have a nice amount of
male eye candy to drool over.”
“But…naked.”
Anya didn’t want to
sound like a fool—well, any more than she already did—so she didn’t tell Sunny
she’d only had sex once with the lights on and even then hadn’t really gotten a
good look at her partner. Most of her sexual encounters had taken place in the
shadows, where she didn’t have to show her body. While in the dark, men seemed
to prefer soft and squishy like herself, in the light they wanted the stick-thin
supermodel. Now she could see all she’d felt, and it was mind-blowing. No
pictures or Web sites could have prepared her for the overwhelming experience
of being here.
Her brief training in
BDSM provided by Wicked certainly hadn’t.
Then again, how the
heck could you prepare anyone for something like this?
The atmosphere was
raw, filled with an undercurrent of sex. Before entering this room, she would
have found that idea silly, but here, with the energy humming against her, she
couldn’t deny the sensual appeal of so many people enjoying themselves
carnally.
Where can we find your website?
http://www.annmayburn.com
You can find me at:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ann.mayburn.5
Pinterst: http://pinterest.com/annmayburn/
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4827747
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