The official website of Tiffany Reisz, USA Today bestselling author of The Original Sinners series from Harlequin's Mira Books. It's not erotica until someone gets hurt.
Hi Sinners!
I'll be in NYC next week for the Romance Writers of America national conference. I'm up for two prestigious Rita awards for THE SAINT and THE HEADMASTER, and I'll be signing at the Annual Literacy Signing. You cannot bring books from home into the signing since it is a fundraiser, but I will have awesome bookplates to sign for you to take home and put in your paperbacks. See you there!
Tiffany
Hi Sinners!
Happy July! Here's a hot little teaser for THE QUEEN in honor of a very hot month. Also, Happy Canada Day, Canadian Sinners!
Happy reading! And don't forget to pre-order THE QUEEN!
Wherein the young Mistress Nora gets a lesson
in dominating from her King
“You’re finding out that being a dominant is more work than you ever imagined, aren’t you?” Kingsley asked.
“I need more practice. These floggers are heavier than they look.”
“And you’re a woman and you’re five foot three, and you don’t possess one-tenth of the upper body strength I do.”
“I swim laps.”
“Not enough.”
“Fine. I’ll join a gym.”
“Yes, you will. But you’ll never be as strong as I am, or as strong as he is or as strong as the average healthy man on the street is. This job isn’t about muscle strength. The physical part of dominating someone is the smallest part of it. Your clients will be men, and they will be bigger and stronger than you are. You’ll never outweigh them, and you’ll never be able to beat them at arm wrestling.”
“So…shoot them?” she asked.
Kingsley smiled.
“They want to submit to you. They want you to hurt them. They won’t want to hurt you, because that’s not their nature. They want to be dominated by a woman because they don’t feel alive or sexual or aroused until they’re beaten, used and treated like objects. But if you want that respect, if you want their lips on your boots and their souls at your feet, you have to earn their respect. And you earn it by showing them you aren’t afraid to hurt them. Milady hurts them. You’ll hurt them more. Now do it again.”
She did it again. And again. And again. She did it until her back burned and her muscles screamed and she thought she’d die if she had to lift her arms over her head again. But she did it again, and she didn’t die. She wanted to die, but unfortunately she didn’t get her wish.
After half an hour Elle dropped her arms to her sides. Sweat poured from her forehead and down her back. Her heart pounded and she gulped down an entire bottle of water in a few swallows.
She pulled the towel down—she still hadn’t managed to knock it off the wall—and raised it to her face.
“Why are you doing that?” Kingsley asked.
“Wiping my sweat off? Because I’m sweaty.”
“You have a man in this room. Why not use his clothes to wipe your sweat off?”
“You want me to wipe my gross sweat on one of your Signore Vitale custom-made shirts? You’d kill me.”
“Would I?” he asked.
“I would if someone did that to me.”
Kingsley smiled at her and her stomach tightened in unwanted wanting. Every night she waited for Kingsley to come to her bedroom like he used to do, but not once had he slipped under her covers and whispered sexual orders to her like he had so many times in the past.
“When we were lovers in high school,” he began and she knew who he meant by we, “it was my job to undress him many nights, but his clothes must be folded neatly, precisely, reverently, and then placed on a chair. No mess, no wrinkles. But he…he would strip me naked and drop all my clothes onto the floor. Then he’d walk on them. Not barefoot, either. With his shoes on most of the time. And you know what?” Kingsley asked as he stepped closer to her, close enough she could kiss him if she wanted to.
“What?”
“I worshipped him for it.” Kingsley smiled at her, a Mona Lisa smile that hinted of secrets but didn’t reveal them. “He would sometimes pretend I wasn’t there when I spoke to him…and I worshipped him for it. He would tell me he didn’t want me anymore and then at the moment I was ready to kill myself in despair, he’d smile to show it was all a joke…and I worshipped him for it. I mocked him once for what happened between him and his sister Elizabeth, and you know what he did?”
“I don’t want to know.”
“He blindfolded me, tied me to the cot, and made me say my sister’s name over and over again while he gave me the most intense erotic pleasure of my life with his hands and his mouth. When I stopped speaking he stopped pleasuring me. Then he made me say my own sister’s name when I came. And you know what?”
“You worshipped him for it?”
Kingsley nodded.
Point taken. To show Kingsley how thoroughly she’d absorbed her lesson she walked over to where he stood by the St. Andrew’s Cross, his arms folded over his chest. He wore camel-colored breeches and dark brown Hessian riding boots, a snow-white shirt held together at the throat with a gold pin, and a dark brown vest with little gold fleur-de-lis embroidered on it. Kingsley looked magnificent, like a Regency-era fever dream. If Jane Austen had set eyes on Kingsley, she would never have written her genteel comedies of manner.
She would have written porn.
Elle wiped her sweaty forehead off on his shoulder.
“See?” she asked, smiling up at him. “I can be taught.”
He looked down at the wet smudge she’d left on his pristine shirt and back at her.
“I could have you flogged for that.”
“I’m not a submissive anymore, remember?”
“I’m glad you’re starting to realize that,” he said and then lowered his voice to a whisper. “Finally.”
THE QUEEN, coming hard to a bookstore near you, October 27, 2015.
I feel bad for Søren since his birthday comes right before Christmas. He's always getting combined presents. I guess that's my fault. Sorry, Father Stearns! Anyway, a few years ago I wrote a short story for Søren's birthday/Christmas. Since it's MY birthday, I want to celebrate it with Søren.
So here it is - "A Beautiful Thing." A bit of Christmas/Søren's birthday in June. A gift from me to you, my Sinners. Consider it my Un-Birthday present to you all...
Hello Sinners!
I'm proud to announce my new book deal with Susan Swinwood for Mira Books/Harlequin. THE ANGELS' SHARE is a mainstream fiction/Southern Gothic novel about the forbidden love affair between a teenaged bourbon fortune heiress and the illegitimate son who should have inherited it all and the dark family secret that threatens to tear them apart.
Trigger warning: Everything.
Thanks to everyone for the well-wishes! I promise nothing but more dark, sexy, and twisty books from here on out!
The country of Nepal has been hit by a massive earthquake and the death toll is now estimated at well over 3000. My heart breaks for the loss of human life. I've been praying for the survivors, but prayer is not always enough. So in addition to prayers, I'm offering a massive Original Sinners prize package for auction with all proceeds to go to the American Red Cross earmarked for Nepal Earthquake relief.
This is what I'm auctioning...
Signed copies of...
THE SAINT
THE KING
THE VIRGIN
CAPTIVATED (includes my novella SEIZE THE NIGHT)
ABSOLUTION (an anthology that includes THE MISTRESS FILES, THE LAST GOOD KNIGHT, and THE GIFT, original published as SEVEN DAY LOAN)
THE CONFESSIONS OF MARCUS STEARNS (this book is not released, not available anywhere but here)
A top SECRET excerpt from THE QUEEN, the final ORIGINAL SINNERS book
A 15 minute phone call from me to talk about ANYTHING you want
A button
Okay, the button isn't very exciting but I have a lot of them I need to get rid of.
Here's how the auction works...
Want to bid? Put your bid in the comments below. Then send me your bid via email to Tiffany@TiffanyReisz.com so I know how to contact you if you win. YOU MUST DO BOTH STEPS, BID IN THE COMMENTS, EMAIL ME YOUR BID. The auction will run until Friday May 8th. The winning bidder will mail me a check that is made out to the American Red Cross with NEPAL EARTHQUAKE in the memo. I will hand deliver the check to the American Red Cross and get a receipt from them which you will use for tax purposes. The receipt will be included in the box of your prizes.
The last time I did an auction for Philippines earthquake relief, we made over $2000. I have the most generous readers in the world.
Got it? Good. Let the bidding begin!
Please keep the people of Nepal in your thought and prayers. God bless you.
Tiffany Reisz