Ulterior Designs – Ella Dominguez

 

Book one of a new-adult romance duet.

Warning: This book is designed for readers 18+ due to language and graphic sexual content.

A blueprint for desire …

With a shared passion for breathing life into an unconventional dream home, the attraction between a struggling new grad of interior design and an award-winning architect with eclectic sexual tastes is irresistible. But with a cloud of lies and loss hanging over him, the only arrangement Logan wants is one of indulgence and pleasure. However, fate seems to have another design plan in mind for them—a plan that ultimately leads them down a path of desire and discovery.

When the man obsessed with creating his unusual home sets his sights on the woman who keeps unknowingly navigating her way back to him, lust clouds his judgment and he makes an inappropriate proposition. After nearly blowing his chances with the talented and alluring beauty, he readjusts his plans, because it just so happens that his sexy ulterior motives go hand-in-hand with her expertise in interior design.

Though Chloe may be young and naïve in Logan’s eyes, she sees him for who and what he is: a man with severe commitment issues. But she’s optimistic—maybe too optimistic. And she isn’t easily deterred or scared away either, not even by the unusual nature of his design plans or his eclectic sexual tastes. In fact, she’s intrigued by them. Faced with a man who can give her not only the experience she needs to propel her career, but everything she’s ever fantasized about, she hopes that their physical and intellectual compatibility can prevail over his fears. And more importantly, that they can move forward to become not only design collaborators, but partners on a deeper level.

 

 

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Copyright Ella Dominguez, 2016

“Make yourself come.”

The look on Logan’s face was new, different, and the urgency in his voice more demanding. The three words Logan had spoken with casual ease sent a shock wave of embarrassment and riot of emotions through her. Sitting idly and uneasily with her knees pulled up and her hands resting on her stomach, blood rushed to her cheeks.

She had never done that in front of anyone. Not to completion, anyway. She recalled a few years earlier overhearing a classmate tell about how she and her boyfriend had played with themselves in front of each other. The mortification it had elicited within her was something she remembered well, and a self-conscious giggle floated up from her throat at the thought of someone watching her, most especially the man whose opinion meant everything to her.

Chloe hesitated for only a moment when Logan stood upright and glared down at her.

A gust of wind whipped against the window and momentarily drowned out the man’s voice singing about Control. She opened her mouth and when the words I can’t slipped past them, Logan pushed her knees apart and kneeled between them to silence her with a finger pressed to her lips.

“She can’t,” he whispered with a light shake of his head. His tone was nondescript, and there wasn’t a hint of contemptuousness or sarcasm in his next statement. “Haven’t you figured out yet what makes this thing between us work? What will continue to make it work? Or, should I draw you a schematic or sketch you a diagram?”

Bewildered and taken aback by Logan’s questions and the intensity of his gaze, she awkwardly stretched out on the chair without saying anything. When he stood, gripped his shaft and commented offhandedly in a tone as if he was speaking to a child—see, this is how you do it—while slowly stroking himself into a full-blown erection, her face heated with humiliation again.

A moment later, he spoke more purposefully. “I enjoy being with you, but my demands aren’t up for negotiation, so I need you to listen carefully.” Stroke. “When we’re together …” stroke, “… you do as you’re told.” Stroke. “As. You’re. Told,” he repeated with calm tenacity.

Doing as she was told was a nice idea in theory, but Chloe had serious doubts as to its practical application. During sex, sure—no problem. She liked Logan being in control of her pleasure. But in real life? She wasn’t the kind of woman to lie down, so to speak, for any one. Logan was pushing her too hard and too fast in his attempt to try and prove something, but what he was trying to prove was beyond her comprehension. At any rate, her mind was too clouded with excitement to attempt to figure it out.

As she lay tensely waiting for his next move, she made the mistake of meeting his eyes. The burn of heat in their shadowed depths urged her forward and it was as if she was watching herself from above when her hand slid down her belly and between her legs. Fingers glided over her labia and a digit swirled around her clit before dipping inside, she watched as one side of Logan’s mouth tipped into a sated grin.

Hate waiting for the next book? Don’t worry, Interior Motives (House of Evans, Book Two) is set for publication on July 16.

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About the Author

In addition to being a writer, Ella is a mom, a wife, a respiratory therapist, and a lover of ukuleles and unicorns. She was born and raised in a sexually conservative, strict Christian household in the Bible Belt of the USA. This upbringing and repression contributed to her wicked imagination, and writing has become a pleasurable and satisfying outlet for her fantasies. At the mature age of forty, she mustered up the courage to share her thoughts and put pen to paper. She sincerely hopes to find her niche in writing romance in all forms, be it dark romance, romantic comedy, psychological thrillers and paranormal.

She doesn’t consider herself an author, rather, an avid reader above all else and someone who simply writes the stories that the characters in her head tell her to.

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Politics & Religion – I’m going there

There is an unspoken rule that authors should steer away from any discussion regarding religion or politics because it could offend potential fans. Well, okay, it’s not an unspoken rule, actually, there are a lot of advice blogs insisting on this advice.

But today, I’m going to break this rule. Because after holding in every opinion for years, it has to come out and today is the day I’m going to do it. I am prepared for the nasty comments, though there shouldn’t be any. I am a human with an opinion and why can’t I share my views too? Right? Well it doesn’t always work out that way.

See my real issue is with my fellow Americans. We are a diverse bunch and with the exception of pure blooded Native Americans, our heritage comes from every corner of the planet. (Yes, I know, it’s round. There are no corners.) So I will break this down into chunks:

Religion

My background: I grew up going to church two to three times a week. I even went to bible camp in the summer. I started in a Gospel church, switched to a Wesleyan church, landed in a Non-Denominational church and now…I don’t go to church. I don’t even want to be called a Christian. First, I sin entirely too much for that moniker. Second, I don’t want to be associated with the fanatics out there who want to brow beat anyone who doesn’t follow their specific set of rules. Fuck that.

My issue: Google religious stats in the U.S. Just to speed up the process, click on Images instead of the links and you’ll see just how diverse the stats are. The numbers aren’t consistent but what is consistent is that we are diverse. There are many religions, and a large number of those with no religion at all. I can’t say I blame those who are Atheist or Agnostic. I mean really, religion has been and continues to be violent. Many religious wars have taken place over the years and a lot of blood has been shed in the name of God.

Yet, whenever a political issue arises, people want to cite biblical references. HOLD PLEASE. We have freedom of religion in this country. Your religious beliefs and laws are not synonymous. I know, I know, many feel religion is at the epicenter of their moral core. Is it? Is it really? Because there are plenty of those who believe in no god that still have a solid moral core.

Beliefs are NOT fact. I believe liver and onions might be the most disgusting dish on the face of the planet. It is my mother’s favorite meal. So…my belief is not her fact. There is a monumental difference.

The real problem? People become argumentative, hateful, spiteful and verbally abusive when it comes to their religious beliefs. Think I’m wrong? First, remove children and pets from the room. Then, troll some posts on Facebook about the trans/bathroom issue.

Politics

My background: I started off a young Republican voter. Now…there really isn’t a party that represents my ideals. There isn’t one person I’ve ever felt excited to vote for since I turned 18 and registered to vote. I’m fiscally conservative and socially liberal. So who do I vote for? My choices are always dumb and dumber so… yeah. I cry every time I have to vote.

My issues: I have an Aussie friend that asked me to explain our election process. See, across the pond where she lives, the candidates are only allowed to campaign for a very short amount of time, then the voters vote. It was a long response to explain the campaign process from the Primary Election to the General Election. Then she was blown away when I told her the difference between the popular vote versus the Electoral College. Nope, the president is not elected by the people. Ever.

This year, the protesters have gotten so bad, so violent, it really shows how fear driven and angry our society has become. Political cartoons have been replaced by internet memes and propaganda driven to promote fear of the opposition.

Quite frankly, they’ve all scared the hell out of me. By ‘they’ I mean the candidates. My husband and I both knew it would come down to Trump v. Clinton before the elections even began. It was obvious. Why? That’s where the media attention went.

When I went to the polls and had to choose to vote Democrat or Republican I wanted to tell the woman ‘neither’ but that wasn’t an option. My ‘party’ was choosing their candidate. So I had to choose a ‘party’. I’d rather rip my own eyes out but hey… it’s a process.

Honestly, I almost wrote in Anonymous. It wouldn’t matter either way but at least it would be a solid statement.

I do not understand why my fellow countrymen cannot respectfully disagree on anything. I don’t know why it has to turn so violent, so spiteful, so hateful…

I do not understand why my fellow countrymen insist that their way is the only way and if you disagree, you are called every name in the book…

I do not understand why my fellow countrymen cannot, for one second, recall history. Our politicians don’t come though on their promises.

Like the meme says, I wish they had to wear suits like NASCAR drivers, so at least you’d know who their sponsors are.

 

These problems are not new. And it begs to recall a song released in 1970 by Black Sabbath. I give you: WAR PIGS

Generals gathered in their masses,

just like witches at black masses.

Evil minds that plot destruction,

sorcerer of death’s construction.

In the fields the bodies burning,

as the war machine keeps turning.

Death and hatred to mankind,

poisoning their brainwashed minds…Oh lord yeah!

 

Politicians hide themselves away

They only started the war

Why should they go out to fight?

They leave that role to the poor

 

Time will tell on their power minds

Making war just for fun

Treating people just like pawns in chess

Wait `till their judgement day comes, yeah!

 

Now in darkness, world stops turning,

ashes where the bodies burning.

No more war pigs have the power,

hand of god has struck the hour.

Day of judgement, god is calling,

on their knees the war pigs crawling.

Begging mercy for their sins,

Satan, laughing, spreads his wings…Oh lord, yeah!

Asshat of the Day, Cinco de Mayo Edition

EDITED TO ADD THAT THE COMMENTS WERE NOT MADE BY THE AUTHOR OF THE BEST SELLER.

 

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Dear Lord…SWEET BABY JESUS! It takes a special kind of tool to drag me back to a blog where I haven’t had much to say.

First, for those of you not ‘in the know’, authors, cover artists, and yes, even publishing houses use stock art. These photos are not exclusive and can be used more than once. Probably numerous times. There’s a group on goodreads (sorry, I tried to find it again but just gave up) that literally pokes fun at similar covers.

This article sort of touches on that very topic. It’s very likely that if you go looking, you’ll find the exact same photo on more than a few books. You can pay for exclusive photos, but those are salty.

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Okay, she’s discovered a similar cover. It happens. But Thieves? Really? Because this shit happens all of the time…rookie.

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“Seriously, They (sic) just took off his beard and filtered it. FUCK THAT” Uh, no. I’ve seen this pic before. This author put the beard on the guy (poorly, I might add.) But she didn’t bother to correct her croanie. Screenshot 2016-05-06 03.35.15

 

Now here, Ms. Shaw tries to tactfully defend herself. (Bravo for not losing your shit, by the way.) Let me direct you to the last comment by the asshat. “and not even a book no ones heard of but a pretty popular book.” Really princess? Because I’ve never heard of you or your book. It’s great to have self-confidence, but you passed that intersection a long time ago.

By the way, I never heard of you until now and this is the impression you left. You’re rude, arrogant, lack common sense and decency and probably needs to hire a PR firm…that no one else has ever heard of. You know…just in case.

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She continued on her book page…to insult Shaw MORE by comparing her to children. By the way, “Now who looks like a child?” You do.

Seriously. Then, Captain Obvious acknowledges that starting Twitter fights isn’t the best business decision. Excuse me…you posted a link to an author’s book on social-fucking-media and called her a thief. Twitter is open so you can respond. No one butted in, this woman tried to defend the name SHE worked for that YOU were trying to smear, fuckbucket.

This fine specimen continues to tweet to herself. If her book is anything like her tweets, I’m sure she gets a lot of returns.

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Meredith drinks a lot of wine, but perhaps you mean whiny? The last tweet? I. Just. Can’t.

We are a community. We should support one another. I’ve met so many fantastic authors, readers, bloggers…all who support one another.

For 10 years I’ve not called out another author. I have never said one negative word and gave an author’s name. You, my dear, earned screenshots. Congrats!

Ulterior Designs – Cover Reveal

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Ladies and gentlemen, I did some beta reading for this little gem and let me tell you, it is HOT HOT HOT!!! Here are the details:

Warning: This book is designed for readers 18+ due to language and graphic sexual content.

A blueprint for desire.

With a shared passion for breathing life into an unconventional dream home, the attraction between a struggling new grad of interior design and an award-winning architect with eclectic sexual tastes is irresistible. But with a cloud of lies and loss hanging over him, the only arrangement Logan wants is one of indulgence and pleasure. However, fate seems to have another design plan in mind for them—a plan that ultimately leads them down a path of desire and discovery.

When the man obsessed with creating his unusual home sets his sights on the woman who keeps unknowingly navigating her way back to him, lust clouds his judgment and he makes an inappropriate proposition. After nearly blowing his chances with the talented and alluring beauty, he readjusts his plans, because it just so happens that his sexy ulterior motives go hand-in-hand with her expertise in interior design.

Though Chloe may be young and naïve in Logan’s eyes, she sees him for who and what he is: a man with severe commitment issues. But she’s optimistic—maybe too optimistic. And she isn’t easily deterred or scared away either, not even by the unusual nature of his design plans or his eclectic sexual tastes. In fact, she’s intrigued by them. Faced with a man who can give her not only the experience she needs to propel her career, but everything she’s ever fantasized about, she hopes that their physical and intellectual compatibility can prevail over his fears. And more importantly, that they can move forward to become not only design collaborators, but partners on a deeper level.

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Writerly Woes

In March of 2015, I had to make a difficult decision and go back to work full-time. This greatly reduced my ability to write, market, blog, etc. I’m still going but at a much slower pace. Case in point, my last blog post was for Valentine’s Day. 😦

I love what I do…writing that is. It is, undeniably, my happy place. And I haven’t given up. I’m working on a story right now. I began a new series with Valkyrie, Tales of the Asgard. At the end of this month you can find me at the North Iowa Book Bash, and I’m already signed up for the Bourbon County event next year.

The publishing landscape is in a tailspin. Small publishers are closing their doors right and left. Authors are claiming that a major erotic romance publisher isn’t paying them their royalties and refuses to give the rights back.

Rosanna Leo just posted about making the hard decision for herself and her family. Rosanna has seen more success and accolades than I have, and I was almost shocked to see her backing away (not quitting, mind you! Thankfully!)

I have talked a few of my closest author friends down from the ledge. It is such a challenge to keep plugging away when sales plummet and expenses don’t. The market is so saturated with every Tom, Dick, and Harriet that think they can write. Some can…a lot can’t.

Amazon isn’t helping with their bologna either!

What can a reader do? Stick with your favorite authors. Always write reviews. Just a few short sentences saying why you liked the book is all that is needed. If you see your author post something on social media about their books, share it. That’s all. Oh, and always get your books from reputable site, and never from a pirating site.

And be patient with us as we navigate these choppy waters.

My Bloody Valentine

We buy the cards, the candy, the flowers. We associate this day with love and sweetness.

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Detail of the painted bleeding heart – symbol of love – in grunge style

But do you know the bloody history behind this holiday?

There once was a royal prick, who ruled as Emperor from 268-270. He was known as Claudius II or Claudius Gothicus. During his short reign it is told (unverifiable of course) that he banned marriage because he thought his Roman men were better off being soldiers than spouses.

The Priest Valentine defied the emperor and performed marriages in secret. He was beheaded for his crimes. In a cool move by Karma, herself, Claudius died of small pox, ending his reign of terror.

Even more interesting is that we celebrate this day in February because the Catholic Church was trying to “christianize” the pagan holiday, Lupercalia. Roman priests would sacrifice a goat and a dog, strip the goat’s hide, cut it in to strips and dip it in blood, slapping it on women and fields for coming fertility. Oh yes…that’s romantic.

Portrait of a horrible scary zombie woman. Halloween.

Don’t worry, the blood continues.

Our favorite gangster, Al Capone, grew tired of his feud with George “Bugs” Moran. A $50k bounty on his head was the final straw. Capone ordered the Moran gang to be decimated. On February 14th, Moran waited for his men during a whiskey run. As he waited outside, seven of his best men were being slaughtered inside. On the seven year anniversary, again on February, 14th, one of Capone’s assassins was killed inside a bowling alley by gunfire.

I’m sure my readers are a little freaked. I mean, really, an erotic romance author is just killing our lovey-dovey holiday?

I just love irony. So while you’re cuddled up with your loved one at your Valentine’s Day celebration, remember that you’re celebrating one of the bloodiest holidays in our history.

What would my mother say?

Let me preface this by saying my mother does not have a computer, or a smartphone. She doesn’t do the internet, make payments online, or order anything online. She gives me the cash to do it for her. Yep, she’s old school. Thank God! Because if she did, she’d surely strip my father of his belt and beat my ass with it.

I do have a cousin with a wife that likes to stir things up (not in a bad way,) and Jessica might just show this to her so she can laugh her ass off with all of her wiener dog rescues. But I digress.

What’s incredibly hilarious to me is the assumptions folks make about the authors of erotic content. It’s like we are so sex starved that we are getting finger banged in the grocery store bathroom every Wednesday by the young man who bags our produce.

 

Assumption: Your mother must have been incredibly progressive for you to have the sex education you have.

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Reality: My mother is a quiet woman, who enjoys country music and church. Yes, she’s read all of my books but we do not speak about them…like at all. It freaks me out that she reads them and I’m sure it freaks her out that I write them. But we don’t DARE speak about them. When it was time to talk about sex, she grabbed a Medical Encyclopedia (for you young folks, it’s the old time version of Wikipedia) and showed me a diagram of a penis. It was horrifying, not to mention not very educational at all. But what it did do was make me stop asking questions. Poor thing…she did the best she could when I asked her what a Blow Job was.

 

Assumption: Your husband must be the most satisfied man on the face of the planet!

Reality: I work full time and write/blog/edit/market when I’m not at work. When’s he supposed to get some booty? Okay, we do have our wild times and yes, he’s a happy man. But he wants sex like 8 times a day. Who has time for that? I got shit to do!

 

Assumption (this one cracks me up): You must slip into something sexy when you write. You can just feel sex appeal slipping off the page. (Yes folks, these are actual words sent to me.)

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Reality: If I have to sit in a chair for five hours, I’m not doing it in lingerie. If I did, the hubs would be attacking me and I wouldn’t be writing. Not to mention I have a 15 year old who would be scarred for life if I sat around the house in lingerie. A pair of crotchless panties would just send him to a lifetime of therapy.

I actually slip into something stretchy and usually have an adult beverage on hand, like Vodka and carbonated cranberry juice, or moscato. During the day, it’s coffee. But no… no lingerie. I did try a dress once but when I sat Indian style, my kid hand a stroke.

 

Assumption: You’ve experienced everything in your books.

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Reality: Do you ask other people what sexual experiences they’ve had? For the record, I’ve never been to an island that is a swingers resort. I’ve never had sex with a shifter, or a pixie. Also, I have never magically grown a dick. That’s all fiction. Not that I’m opposed…

 

Assumption: You must be really open with your kids.

 

Reality: This one is actually very true. I believe in sex education. My daughter can and has asked me some really crazy questions. I’ve always had the answer and shared openly with her. The one time I didn’t, I looked it up. When she came out as bi-sexual, I didn’t shame her. I brought up the research and showed her statistically, she’s pretty fuckin’ average. That gave her the confidence to come out publicly.

The boy…the boy doesn’t ask much. He just mentioned to me that he can’t wear condoms because he’s allergic to latex. So…I gave him an education on non-latex condoms. He’s a lot less comfortable talking with me about this stuff, but he’s starting to open up.

And I don’t just recommend the YouTube Channel Sexplanations on here. I’ve also sent links to my children. My eldest is 19 and the youngest is 15. Who better to explain things to them than a Licensed Clinical Sexologist?

https://www.youtube.com/user/sexplanations

Assumption: You love reading erotica and watching porn.

 

Reality: I do watch porn. I don’t enjoy most of it. The gagging, facials and all around grossness gags me. There are very few “scenes” I find sexy at all. And what the FUCK is with all of the anal? Come on….I actually read an article from a videographer that filmed those scenes. He said the smell alone killed his appetite and sex drive. Don’t get me started on all of the spitting. Who thought THAT was a good idea?

Call me an old fucker if you want, but some of these girls look 14 years old… I just cringe. Not sexy to me. Not sexy at all.

I do enjoy reading erotic romance but for fucks sake there’s so much drivel out there. I find some of the BDSM novels horrifying. According to reviews, there are many out there that like it. But when you draw blood? Well, if I had a dick, it would turtle.

And the bodily fluids…don’t get me started. When I read that a woman has cream oozing out of her, I’m thinking she needs to get to her OBGYN. I’m not exactly getting worked up. Yogurt just doesn’t flow out of a healthy vagina.

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Oh yeah, this is sexy!

With all of that being said, there are great porns out there and great erotic content. You just have to be a smart buyer. Look at/read the samples. I’m not saying mine is the best. Not at all or I’d be selling like Maya Banks and Shayla Black.

 

Assumption: You’ve got to be making a killing!

 

Reality: I work a full-time job because I have to. Because I have a family. Maybe one day, I’ll be able to get the big house. For now, no, a killing doesn’t describe what I’m making.