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Guest Blogger: Sidney Bristol
Sunday, March 3rd, 2013

Hello everyone! Thanks to the lovely Delilah for hosting me, yet again.

  Romantic couple in Paris kissing near the Eiffel TowerIn February I got to see the release of my second Taboo line book from Ellora’s Cave. If you’re unfamiliar with that particular line, it features BDSM or kink interest romance books. Collar Me in Paris is the follow up to my December release, Bound with Pearls. Both of these books are firmly in the kinky realm of interest, but Collar Me in Paris is a little different, so I figured I’d tell you the top five reasons why this book rocks and you should read it.

5) The entire book is a drive-by of Paris. I got to use all of my pictures and experiences from my vacation in 2011 to write the tiny details that make the book “real” for the reader. And not everyone will get the chance to visit Paris, so why not enjoy my trip?

4) Collar Me in Paris is about a married couple. I’ll admit, I wrote it for a themed call from Ellora’s Cave that celebrates married couples who keep the fire going, but the characters had their start before that. You first see this couple in Bound with Pearls, where they captivated me and made me want to be their friend. I so had to write about them, and the trials, joys and hardships of what being married means to them.

3) It’s a race! For anyone who has seen or is a fan of The Amazing Race, this book was spawned by that show. My mom and I tried out for it ages ago and almost made it on it. I’ve always wanted to do something with the idea of a race just because I can be pretty competitive. And what would make it more interesting then tossing in some family, a little kink appeal and some sexy times?

sbCollar Me in Paris 112) Sex in non-traditional locations. Okay, this is a destination book. As in the couple goes away from home and when you’re on vacation you tend to be a little more adventurous. So why not bring the sexy action out of the bedroom? This couple is all about doing it where they might be caught.

1) This is a BDSM heavy book, but one thing about this book that’s a little different is that in the power exchange dynamic between the couple, it’s the wife, Bianca, who is the Dominant. At least where the couple has agreed that she’s in charge. I really loved writing this dynamic. Just because the wife is the Dominant role in their power exchange, it doesn’t mean that the husband, Clay, is a doormat. I got to write a super hot, strong, confident man who is also comfortable saying that he likes his wife on top. What’s not to love about a man that adores his wife that much?

That’s my top five reasons why I think everyone should read Collar Me in Paris. It’s a fun book and I’ve really enjoyed putting it out there for people to read.

Is there any TV show out there that you think could be an interesting setting or premise for a romance book?


It can never be said that Sidney Bristol has had a ‘normal’ life.  She is a recovering roller derby queen, former missionary, and tattoo addict. She grew up in a motor-home on the US highways (with an occasional jaunt into Canada and Mexico), traveling the rodeo circuit with her parents. Sidney has lived abroad in both Russia and Thailand, working with children and teenagers. She now lives in Texas where she splits her time between a job she loves, writing, reading and belly dancing.

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What begins as Clay’s first family vacation with his new wife quickly dives into disaster. He may be the submissive in their relationship, but he’s no shy violet. Bianca has taught him the quickest way to turn her on is a challenge, so he’s throwing down the gauntlet.

Bianca butts heads with not just her brothers but her husband when the family torturing begins. But the joke is on him. She’s ready to put him through the most erotic misery of all. In public, at a night club and all over the city, she’ll show him who is Dominant in their relationship until he’s screaming for more.

Their relaxing Paris vacation turns into a mad dash through the ancient streets, a competition of wills and a new exploration of what it takes to make their relationship work. From bondage, discipline and very public orgasms to navigating the Métro, family feuds and overcoming the language barrier, they’re going to redefine the word fun.

Clay’s  feet squicked inside his tennis shoes. For all of a second he felt guilty for tracking mud and God only knew what else into the apartment, but someone had thoughtfully laid out newspaper and cardboard. Other, equally filthy shoes were lined up, as well as a few articles of clothing too soiled to wear any farther. He toed his shoes off and left them in the foyer. Bianca slammed the door shut and didn’t bother with removing her sneakers. She stomped down the hall to the tune of her family’s laughter and ignored their calls.

Today had not gone well.

That was an understatement.

It had been a wreck.

“There you are!”

“Hey, thought you guys would never make it in.”

“About time you showed up.”

The teasing jibes kept coming as Bianca passed the living room and stormed to their suite.

She was beyond angry.

Angry was a fire ant army out to take a pound of flesh.

Bianca was beyond that. Furious, enraged, those words fit her better, and he didn’t think he had it in him to care anymore. He’d changed from the sub he’d been three years ago who had no limits. He had them now, and being used as an emotional punching bag all day was a yard too far.

Clay paced slowly into the fray. The scent of stale water and excrement clung to his clothing. The sense of accomplishment from having completed the day’s challenges was dampened by the knowledge the rest of her family had finished in half the time and probably with a lot more cooperation from their spouses.

Kevin glanced up from the TV where the brothers were currently engaged in what appeared to be the latest multiplayer shooter game. “You look like shit.”

“Thanks.” Unlike his wife, their razing didn’t bother him. Who were they to him? Her family. Not his.

“Seriously, what took you guys so long?” Michael didn’t divert his attention from the action. He even managed to snag a handful of popcorn and shove it in his mouth without breaking stride.

A random assortment of snack foods littered the coffee table—cheese, crackers, chips, some cookies and even a bottle of wine. The empty plates attested to there being even more to offer at one time.

There was enough there to feed several people. Despite being exhausted, he itched to pack some of the food away.

Jason’s voice broke his concentration. “We missed you guys at dinner. Everything okay?” Unlike his brothers, Jason had paused the game and turned toward him. Michael and Kevin grumbled, but took the opportunity to shovel yet more food in their mouths.

“Yeah, took us longer than you guys. Where are the girls?” He glanced at the kitchen, but still no one.

“They went out shopping or to a show or something,” Michael replied and restarted the game.

The game ramped up and the three brothers began a flurry of attacking something. He’d never understood the appeal of video games, but he hadn’t been exposed to them until he was in high school, and by then other things had taken on more importance. Like finding an after-school job so he could have shoes without holes and jeans that fit.

He shuddered as a chill crept down his spine from the clinging, cold clothing and shook off the nervous tic as well. He’d left those days behind. “How did you guys get into the catacombs so fast? We waited almost two hours.”

Kevin snorted. “Oh fuck waiting.”

“We don’t wait, man. We offer the first people in line fifty bucks and skip the wait.” Michael glanced at him. “You didn’t seriously wait, did you?”

He grimaced. “Yeah, yeah we did.”

“Sucks to be you.” Michael laughed and focused on the game.

“Hey, do you want join in? We probably have a spare controller around here somewhere,” Jason offered.

“No thanks. I’m going to clean up. Tromping through those sewers was gross.”

He left the living room to a chorus of laughter, maybe directed at him or the game, he didn’t care.

Bianca had known her brothers would bribe and do whatever it took to win. That was their way and she hadn’t told him. He’d waited in line for two fucking hours while she gave him the silent treatment. They could have been strategizing, discussing how they wanted to play, learning the rules. But no. He had no way of playing with a full deck if she didn’t confide in him.

They were supposed to be a team.

A fucking team.

He pushed the door to the suite open and slammed it behind him. If she could slam doors, so could he.

Bianca jumped but did not turn around from where she stood at the foot of the bed. This was not the way things were supposed to be between them. Sure, B called the shots and he was comfortable in his role as her husband and submissive. He did not play the role of a carpet to be walked upon.

He ignored the instinct to kneel at the door, to wait for Bianca to present the collar and slip his necklace off. His knees tried to buckle, but he locked them in place. Instead he began removing his jacket and peeling off his shirt. Read the rest of this entry »