Shayla welcomes Jenna Jacob!!
Jenna Jacob: Thank you so much for inviting me here today, Shayla. I’m super stoked and deeply honored!
SB: Jenna, for readers who don’t know, tell us a bit about the Doms of Genesis series.
JJ: I’d LOVE to!!
The Doms of Genesis is a series of BDSM erotic romance novels featuring a wide variety of Dominants and submissives from the fictional BDSM club, Genesis.
Embracing My Submission is the first book, introducing Mika; Owner of Genesis – a Dom haunted by his past, and Julianna; a frustrated submissive on a quest to find the Dom of her dreams. Unsuspecting her bad ass Alpha Dom has been at the club all along, fate throws them together but a gunshot splits the night and Julianna is left to wonder if her chance at happiness will be ripped from her grasp.
Masters of My Desire is book number two. It’s a steamy ménage between Dylan, Nick and Savannah. The two seasoned Dominants dedicate a week, at a secluded Bed & Breakfast, to teach the joys of submission to the shy and inexperienced Savannah. But a week proves far too short once they’ve crawled inside her body, heart and soul.
Master of My Mind is the latest release in the Doms of Genesis series, but definitely not the last. After Leagh’s life is shattered, Tony—the resident sadist and shrink of the club—helps her pick up the pieces again. Tony and Leagh soon discover someone is trying to kill her. Is it the monster from her past or her recently deceased Master’s heirs? Protecting her at all costs, Tony pries her open and introduces her to the real meaning of submission.
Each story takes the reader on an emotional rollercoaster ride. The sex is raw, the passion scorching, and the struggle each Dom and sub endures is both powerful, and necessary… not only to find their BDSM fulfillment, but their happily ever after as well.
SB: How is Tony and Leagh’s story different than the other Doms of Genesis books?
JJ: I think “Master of My Mind” is more of an emotional roller coaster ride than the previous books in “The Doms of Genesis” series. I bawled like a baby and found myself laughing out loud while writing it.
SB: Tells us a little about Leagh Bennett.
JJ: Leagh’s life has been like a bad EKG. She’s a tough cookie, but fate seems to keep her in its crosshairs… continually dumping more and more on her tender shoulders. She’s got a lot of moxie and while it’s helped her survive, it has also gained her the reputation of “brat” at Club Genesis… until Tony comes along.
SB: Tony… Any thoughts you want to share about him?
JJ: ~Whimper~ Oh, oops, sorry! Ah-hmmm. Tony’s yummy!! Not only is he drop dead gorgeous, he’s also got the patience of a Saint – well most times – and possesses virtues that make a good Dom.
SB: What is one thing your readers may not know about you?
JJ: I’m a natural born smart-ass. (I can hear you laughing, Shayla!!) And while it sometimes gets me into trouble, it’s never malicious or at someone else’s expense. I’m staunchly protective of my family and friends, and I love to laugh. Above all I try to never take life too seriously. We’re only here for the blink of an eye; have FUN with it! Sorry, that’s more than one thing…. I tend to ramble, a LOT. (And there goes Shayla… laughing again!!) *Snort*
SB: Would you be so kind to share with us a snippet of Master of My Mind?
JJ: I would ~love~ to. This is one of my favorite scenes in the book. Leagh is hiding in the shadows at Genesis, watching Tony. She’s fragile and confused and questioning her submission. I hope you enjoy.
The recoil of a whip sent a shiver up my spine. Glancing toward the sound, I instantly wished that I hadn’t. The powerfully built Dom had his back to me, but it made no difference. I knew by the decadent muscles and colorful tattoos it was Tony. He stood behind a sub secured to a spanking bench, gripping a black and red plaited whip in his wide fist. Shirtless, his black leather pants hugged his tight ass and sturdy legs. His defined shoulders bunched and flexed beneath his bronzed flesh and his colorful tattoos rippled. I clenched my hands, itching to feel his tempting hard flesh again. I licked my lips and remembered the taste of his kiss.
As if sensing my presence, Tony turned. As his gaze locked with mine, I could almost feel him caress my skin. Feel the same stirring heat his fingers evoked as they plucked and pinched my nipples. The buds drew tight against my tee and tingled with the memory.
His mouth fluttered with a slight smile as my cheeks grew hot. Severing the connection, he turned his attention back to the sub bent over the spanking bench. Tony smoothed one broad hand over her pale skin. Jealousy pricked my heart. Glancing at the long blonde tresses shrouding the subs face, I knew Destiny—the lucky little bitch—had finally arranged her session with Tony. As he stepped back, I couldn’t take my eyes off him… couldn’t force myself to look away even as envy coursed angrily through my veins.
I stared in fascination as his whip found its mark, time and again. Commanding and confident, Tony worked the sub. His shoulders widened; his chest expanded. I watched him drink in her cries of pain as if they were welcome nourishment. Red angry welts crisscrossed Destiny’s backside. Still, Tony didn’t stop. He landed the single tail’s popper with succinct and measured lashes. I cringed and searched deep for a sliver of any untapped longings within that called to his type of extreme play. No matter how hard I searched my fantasies, I couldn’t find a hint of desire close to the level he required. And still I stood mesmerized, watching.
The sensual sway of his body, the honed roll of his shoulder, and the quick flick of his wrist was an art form all its own. His focus, keen on the sub, never wavered. It was clear to see. His whip was an extension of his heart… his soul. The sadist’s pleasure was a sharp, wicked blade, and Tony walked the narrow edge with relentless precision. The intensity of his desire was a formidable mountain. Each lash commanded the girl to climb higher as he guided her through angry welts and imposing pain—persuading her ascent to the peak, absorbing her tears and screams, he fed his dominance.
Tony was poetry in motion, his command powerful and unyielding. Compared to Destiny, my submission was useless…weak. My heart grew heavy realizing that if given a chance to submit to Tony, I had nothing substantial to offer. I would simply slide through his sturdy fingers like sand.
Tony set the whip down, squatted next to Destiny, and gently brushed the hair from her face. Tears streamed from beneath her closed eyelids. Tony leaned in and sipped the moisture from her cheeks between his lips with tender reverence. The comfort he now showed Destiny wasn’t at all different from what he’d granted me. The realization I was just another sub in need of Tony’s compassion sucked the air from my lungs. I was nothing more than a Dominant obligation to him. And while I shouldn’t have allowed it to hurt…it did.
Hot tears slid down my face, yet I couldn’t stop watching his every move. Tony released the sub from the bench, wrapped her in a blanket, and lifted her into his arms. Lowering his mouth to her ear, he whispered, probably in the same whiskey smooth voice that made my pussy weep.
Betrayal stabbed deep. A voice screamed inside my head that my behavior with Tony had come full circle, and this was my comeuppance. Karma was indeed a hateful bitch.
Tony pressed a kiss to the sub’s forehead, awarding the same affection he’d given me. The tender act set my stomach swirling and my body quaking. Somehow I’d twisted myself into believing I was someone special in his eyes. How could I have been so damn naïve?
With Destiny’s limp body clutched to his chest, Tony turned toward me. Spying my tears, his brows furrowed as a puzzled look lined his features. And when he began walking toward me, I realized he would have to pass by me to take Destiny to his private room. He’d lay her in his bed and climb in next to her and drown the woman in sublime aftercare…maybe even make love to her. Tony would willingly give her all the things I’d stupidly let swim in my head and touch my heart.
I didn’t want to pass him and head to the bar, so I turned away as he approached, swiping off my tears, before casting my gaze to the floor. I didn’t want Tony to see the sophomoric hurt I’d inflicted upon myself. When I felt his presence behind me, it was like a fucking disturbance in the force. I closed my eyes for a half second, calling myself a zillion kinds of fool as Tony stopped alongside me.
“What’s wrong, angel?”
What’s wrong? You. Her. My whole fucking life!
“Nothing,” I mumbled.
I felt his stare bore into the side of my face, like a damn laser beam. I kept my gaze pinned to the floor and slid my trembling hands behind my back.
“Why are you standing in the hall crying, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart? I’m not your sweetheart… I’m the brat! Remember?
“I accidently locked myself out. I was on my way to get a key from Sammie.”
“Mistress Sammie, you mean.”
“Yes, Sir.” And, dammit, why was I allowing him to correct me? He wasn’t my Dom. He wasn’t my Mentor. He meant nothing to me, and I damn well didn’t matter to him. A fact I needed to start hammering into my head then and there. “Have a good night, Sir.” I replied in a curt and icy tone. Turning on my heel, I marched to the bar.
SB: What else are you cooking up for this year with Doms of Genesis?
JJ: Saving My Submission is book four in the series. It’s a soft, sensual story about Savannah’s sister, Mellie, and world renowned sculptor, Joshua Lars (known to the readers and club members by another but familiar name). After a devastating break up with her Master, Mellie turns her back on the lifestyle and walks away. But Joshua can see the submissive hidden within and makes it his mission to unlock the stunning sub – even if another Dom has set his sights on Mellie.
I’m also tossing around the idea of writing a Novella about the strict but lovable Daddy Dom, Drake and his hilarious, sassy, no-filter submissive; Trevor.
SB: Tell readers what’s up with the Doms of Her Life series.
JJ: The Bold and The Dominant is the third in The Doms of Her Life series, and boy-oh-boy is it going to be a nail biter. After Hammer, Liam and Raine finally worked through their issues and spent an explosive night tangling in the sheets, Liam receives a call from his ex-wife, Gwyneth. She’s back and what she wants threatens to turn the trio’s world upside down.
SB: Jenna, where can readers find you on the web and via social media?
JJ: They can contact me via email!
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UPDATE: The winners of the copies of Embracing My Submission by Jenna Jacob are Toni H. and Hope M.!!! Congratulations!! My assistant, Rachel, will email you to coordinate delivery of your prize. Thank you for visiting with us!