GRAY: What kind of research do you do for your books?
My entire life ends up being inadvertent research. Since I've been in the BDSM lifestyle for over 20 years if I happen to want to include a kink in a book or story I can usually find someone who can tell me about it. The details from life that make it into books aren't necessarily what you can read in how-to books: the way my socks feel as my lover pulls them off my feet, shower sex can make me lightheaded, the way lube tastes when you accidentally get it in your mouth... I end up researching mundane things like floor plans for the buildings where scenes are set, the time of sunrise, and weather.
GRAY: For any readers who may not have read any of your books, can you just give us a little sneak peek into your world (i.e. the type of genre you write, type of stories you like to write....etc)?
I write erotic romance and erotic science fiction and fantasy. My career can be encapsulated in a nutshell between my first book and my most recent one. My first book was self-published in 1992 and it was entitled Telepaths Don't Need Safewords. My most recent trilogy (Slow Surrender, Slow Seduction, Slow Satisfaction). was a BDSM billionaire romance published by one of the world's largest publishers (Hachette) that was sold in Target stores. And I've been everywhere in between. I've been an activist and educator in the BDSM community for most of the 23 years since Telepaths was published.
GRAY: What would you like readers to take away with them once they finish one of your books?
I'd like them to feel like they're not alone, and like their desires are perfectly okay.
GRAY: Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?
Not at the moment? I feel like the world is finally ready to receive the stories I've been telling for the past 20 years. The world is finally catching up to me!
GRAY: What is the strangest source of writing inspiration you’ve ever had?
I've written stories during writing retreats where each person in the room pulls a word out of a hat and has to write a story based on it. One year I pulled "fire" and I wrote "Her Lover is a Flame" on the spot, which was published in Rachel Kramer Bussell's The Big Book of Orgasms.
GRAY: What authors have influenced you most?
My strongest influences were probably the science fiction writers I read as a kid: Roger Zelazny and Marion Zimmer Bradley.
GRAY: What’s your strongest point as a writer?
I get very deep into the heads of my characters and create an immersive sensual experience for the reader. That makes me not only an effective erotica writer but for other genres, too.
GRAY: If your muse were to talk behind your back, what secrets would he/she tell?
He'd tell you I need to get out from behind the keyboard and get laid more. The past couple of years there's been much more virtual sex than real world sex! But deadlines, man, deadlines!
GRAY: What is the last line of your last WIP you worked on that you wrote?
From TAKING THE LEAD, the BDSM novel I'm working on for Hachette right now: "Okay, I admitted to myself that Axel Hawke had been hot, and sexy, and cute...and good at what he did...but I couldn't tell him the real reason I didn't want to go down that road with him."
GRAY: Tell us where to find you: website(s), publisher’s page(s), blog(s), Facebook page(s), etc. List them all!
Website & blog: http://blog.ceciliatan.com
Riverdale Avenue Books: http://riverdaleavebooks.com/Books?Filters.SelectedAuthorId=20
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Combining the freshness and excitement of new adult romance with a paranormal setting reminiscent of Harry Potter, The Tower and the Tears is the second volume in Cecilia Tan's Magic University series.
Kyle is a college sophomore worrying about the usual things students do, like what he’s going to major in and getting along with his dorm mates, but he attends a most unusual college. He’s a student at Veritas, the hidden magical university inside Harvard. Kyle finds he has a talent for sex magic, and when Ciara, a girl in his sex magic class, has a crush on him and needs a practice partner, he looks like he's in for a very pleasurable semester of study. But can Kyle pass the grueling tests necessary to be accepted into the Esoteric Arts program, including the bisexuality requirement?
When a professor is mysteriously attacked, Kyle finds himself embroiled in a mystery deeper than university department politics. Someone has been stealing magical artifacts and the dean suspects Ciara, sending Kyle on a quest to discover the real culprit. Kyle will learn sizzling sexual technique and unleash powerful magic on his incredible erotic journey, but is the study of sex really the route to true love? Perhaps what Kyle needs to learn about most is himself.
In this series, our hero, Kyle Wadsworth, doesn't know he's magical until he shows up on the Harvard campus and can see buildings that mundane students cannot see, and is quickly matriculated into Veritas, the hidden magical university. This excerpt comes from Kyle's sophomore year, when he's decided to declare his major in Esoteric Arts, aka sex magic. Just to take a class in the Esoteric Arts, students have to be certified STD-free, of course, and to be accepted into the department Kyle has to pass three tests, and the second test is one they call the Divining Rod. He's been told that his task will be to be blindfolded and have sex with four women, then afterward name which of the four elements, Earth, Air, Fire, and Water each of them represents.
Kyle's test was set for four in the afternoon on the same day his prophecy paper was due. At 3:45 he found himself running across campus to drop the paper off on time, then running back to try to get to Sassamon by four. Great, I'm going to be late for my own orgy.
He hurried down the stairs, through the ritual chamber where the cracked Founding Stone lay so accusingly, evidence of how disastrously his first test had gone. He burst through the doors to find Dean Bell, Master Brandish, and Professor Hart all huddled together on the dais. Master Brandish looked up in relief.
"Sorry I wasn't here sooner," Kyle began, but she waved him to silence.
"Just get prepared," she said.
Kyle looked around, wondering where the women were. Oh, but of course they wouldn't be letting him see them. They'd blindfold him first. "Right." He could hear Dean Bell muttering to Professor Hart about ritual preparations and musing that perhaps Kyle had slept through the class on the value of meditation beforehand. Hart was stroking his mustache and nodding, but something gave Kyle the impression that he might not have been listening to what the dean was saying.
That heartened him a little. He stripped out of his clothes, folding them over one of the chairs in the front row, glad they had made the room comfortably warm. He took a deep breath to center himself and looked up.
Dean Bell was glaring down at him, a strip of black cloth in his hand. "You two may be seated," he said.
Hart stepped down off the platform, but Master Brandish snatched the cloth herself and made a shooing gesture. Kyle could almost imagine the sparks sizzling in the line between their eyes as they glared at one another, but neither one said anything, and Dean Bell went and took a seat in the front row as well.
"Kyle," Master Brandish said, her voice gentler than he expected.
He walked to the center of the padding where she indicated.
"You might want to sit before I blindfold you," she said, "so you don't lose your balance when you go to lie down."
"Lie down?" He looked her in the eye.
Her eyes narrowed. "Is that a problem? We decided on one of the slightly stricter forms of the test."
Kyle pressed his lips together, fighting to keep his expression neutral with Bell and Hart watching. "I thought you were going to put mittens on me."
She shook her head. "You won't have the use of your hands at all. But you won't need them."
"Are you going to tie me down?"
He must have looked or sounded more distressed than he thought he was letting on, because she put a hand on his upper arm. "We were going to, but if that's too much, you can just keep them behind your head."
"I'd much prefer that," Kyle said.
"It's easier to be bound," Master Brandish advised softly. "If you forget and reach for—"
"I won't forget."
She searched his face for a few moments more. "Very well. You'll still need this." She held up the blindfold.
"I know." He turned his back to her, then and she slipped it over his eyes. The cloth was softer than he expected, and she tied it snug. Then he remembered he was supposed to sit down first, but it was too late. He sank to his knees as she backed away. The padding was cool and smooth, and he placed a hand on it before lying back with his knees bent.
"Tell us when you're ready to begin the test, Mr. Wadsworth," came Master Brandish's voice from a few yards away.
Kyle took a deep breath. "I am ready."
He heard a stifled laugh that had to be Hart.
"I mean when all of you is ready," Master Brandish clarified.
Oh. Kyle realized suddenly that his cock wasn't even remotely hard. Right. He was about to reach out to stroke himself when he thought he might earn more points if he did it another way. The test hadn't started yet, but he settled his hands behind his head and took a slower breath, letting it out as if he were blowing on a hot coal to stoke a fire.
He heard an appreciative sigh from the judges as he came to full length, but he couldn't tell which one of them it had been. Then the sound of a door opening was followed by a murmur of happy female voices, cut short by what had to be a gesture or signal of some sort. He could hear their footsteps as they came up onto the platform, the vibrations as they walked around him in a circle. Had they discussed in advance who would go first? And how many of them were there? It sounded like at least three, but it was probably four.
He felt the heat of a body near him and the shift in the padding as one of them knelt next to him. Cool fingers brushed up his shaft and played over the head, and he gasped as he felt her wet tongue travel up the length and take the head into her mouth.
Maybe this test wasn't going to be so bad after all. That felt wonderful, and he no longer needed to concentrate to maintain an erection. Quite wonderful. It was over too soon, but he didn't feel bereft of her mouth for long as she straddled him and sank down onto him with a gasp, all in one motion. He could feel her thighs on either side of him. Pillowy like Marjory. But the way she took him in, she had to be a Cup like Ciara. And a Cup was surely water.
But he shouldn't say anything yet. He hadn't even compared her yet to the others. He wondered if they were all as ready as she was? But of course they were. They had probably been preparing themselves in another room. They had known the style of the test better than he had, probably.
He'd been so prepared to make love to each of them, to discover what made each one wet, to find out what angle of penetration she preferred, what she felt like when she came. Now he wasn't sure he'd even find out that last, as a small bell chimed from the judges, and the woman atop him climbed off, and another one took her place immediately.
This one rubbed herself up and down the shaft a few times before easing the tip of him into her. Her nails dug into his chest as she sank a few inches and stopped, as if adjusting to his size? He wanted to reach up to help support her, to apologize if it was painful, but he could not tell why she had stopped there. She lowered herself slowly, fingernails imprinting crescents into his skin, but when she came to rest, she ground herself against him, rolling her hips and pulling against his chest so that she dragged her clit up and down in his pubic hair. Kyle couldn't help it. He moaned. He could feel her getting close to her orgasm and that only pushed his own arousal higher.
He wasn't in any danger of coming yet. Not after the training he'd been through for the previous test. But how he wished he could look up into her face and share the ecstasy he was feeling with her. She panted hard as she worked herself to climax, puffs of her breath caressing his chest and neck.
She came with a cry, shuddering against him and, he suspected, drawing blood. A sword? he suddenly wondered. The four Tarot suits were each associated with elements, weren't they? A cup, a sword—would the other two be a wand and a coin? What element were the swords, anyway? He racked his brain as the bell rang and she dismounted with a reluctant noise. Coins were earth, wands were fire, and cups were water, so swords had to be air? Was that right? Or was it swords that were fire and wands were air?
Swords were conflict and trouble and that sounded like fire, didn't it? But no, he was sure the wands were fire, because they were depicted in some of the decks he'd seen lit like candles. Air—she had been air.
The next woman was atop him then. For a moment he thought it was the first woman again, her soft thighs and legs pressing against his sides. But this one leaned forward on all fours and he felt her ample breasts brushing softly over his chest. Her hindquarters ground against him but she hadn't pushed back onto him yet. He could feel the slick wetness of her coating him, then her hand as she reached back to steady his cock, pressing back onto him.
She felt impossibly tight as she enveloped him, then began to rock back and forth with long, slow strokes. Kyle sucked in a breath as two realizations hit him at the same time. This was Marjory. He could hear her breathing and her scent was familiar, and—and she was taking him into her ass. Marjory was earth, without any doubt.
She hadn't come yet when the bell rang, and there was a pause before the next woman. He gasped as something cool and wet worked up and down his shaft, a disinfecting wipe. Then someone's hand with some kind of lotion. He sucked in a breath at the new sensation, and how his cock only seemed to be getting more sensitive with each stroke.
As she climbed atop him, a scent like sweet incense reached him. Where there's smoke, there's fire? he thought. Then he realized what the scent was. Not incense, but cinnamon.
The growing tingle in his cock made sense now. She had coated him with something that had set him to throbbing, and that throbbing only grew more intense as she impaled herself.
"Professor Pendragon," he gasped.
"Got it in one," she said, and he could picture the elated grin on her face. She began to ride him, up and down on his cock. "And what am I?"
"Fire," he gasped, as he felt her tightening around him. Behind the blindfold he saw stars.
"And do you need a go at the others again?" Her pace was picking up.
"No. Before you, earth, before her, air, and first was wat—ahhh!" He found himself suddenly on the verge of orgasm.
"Very good. You'll no doubt find it a mercy to have release after all this stimulation," she said. "Judges?"
"Yes, yes," came Bell's bored-sounding voice. "Just don't break anything this time."
It didn't occur to Kyle until later that he could have moved his hands. He could have taken the blindfold off himself, could have reached up to touch her—he didn't have to lie there like some kind of ritual sacrifice.
But at the time he couldn't think. All he could do was cry out as Professor Pendragon wrung his orgasm out of him, then came to release herself a few seconds later, riding his still-hard cock. He might have blacked out for a few seconds afterward; he wasn't sure. He felt someone kiss him sweetly on the lips. Cinnamon. Had to be her.
But it was Marjory who took the blindfold off him and wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and made him take a sip from a bottle of water. When he returned to awareness enough to look around, the room was empty.
He clutched the blanket around himself. "Hold me?"
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Thank you being my guest Cecilia! I'm so looking forward to meeting you in person at the BDSM Writers Con in NYC!!
Until next time my pets...be safe and play nice...