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Excerpt from Surreal Neal

Excerpt from Hanging On 2: Surreal Neal (Awakenings 6)

Story Excerpt

mz-a-surrealneal3Neal fell asleep three hours into the flight. I didn’t know where he’d stashed his return ticket, but he had it tucked away somewhere. He’d slept at his aunt’s house last night, and we’d missed having him in our bed.

Drew and I watched him, crashed on his first-class seat. We’d been holding hands and chatting, but now we lifted the arm rests, and I scooted closer. He slung his arm around me, and I snuggled my head against his shoulder.

Though he’d woken me early to have sex before we finished packing for our eight a.m. flight, I wasn’t tired. The idea of having Neal to ourselves on a tropical island sent my libido into overdrive. If we’d been on a private jet, I would have ordered Neal to strip, and we would have begun our vacation early.

“I’m glad we invited him,” Drew whispered to me. “This feels different—being with him.”

Yesterday Drew’s parents had come over, bringing Lila, their daughter who lived out of state and had surprised them with an impromptu visit. We hadn’t talked too much about our night withNeal, and by the time our unexpected guests had left, we had been too exhausted to do more than go to sleep.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Very different. I wonder if it’s because he’s only ever been ours together?”

Drew considered this aspect. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s just him. He’s the first one who has made me look forward to participating in any kind of S&M scene.”

“We could do that on the island. I don’t think our room has dungeon furniture. We’ll probably have to go to one of the public areas, and I don’t know how he’ll react to that. He might like to watch us, but I’m not sure if he’d want to be put on display.”

The hand Drew had parked on my hip stroked slow circles through the fabric of the comfortable yoga pants I’d worn for the long flight. “I thought that kind of thing wasn’t up to him.”

This was a conversation in which we had engaged before. I sighed. “Everything is up to him. He has the ultimate veto power.”

Drew thought about it, and I was pretty sure it was for the first time. It wasn’t that he’d ignored me for four years. It was more like the information hadn’t been relevant. That had changed. “Like when he agreed to a spanking or when he showed me how to pull on his sac.” Drew nodded as he made sense of what had happened. “Okay, I get it. I’m not sure I understand this new urge I have to do those things to him.”

I smiled into his shirt, and I knew he felt the move. “You know he gets off on it. The power rush comes from giving him what he wants, but on your terms. Think about how it made you feel to deny him an orgasm and then push him so that he couldn’t stop it from happening.”

Drew shifted in his seat, and I knew he wanted to adjust himself, something he refused to do in public. This kind of talk was turning him on.

“You had no intention of letting him get to six,” I continued. “You set him up to take a spanking, and you both knew that’s what was going to happen. He consented because he enjoys the challenge, but also because he wanted to be spanked.”

With his trademark cocky grin on his lips, Drew leaned over and planted a kiss on my forehead. “I think I’m going to enjoy this vacation a lot.”

ADULT EXCERPT (Explicit)

She slapped a handful of condoms into my palm. “Take these to Drew.”

I headed to the bedroom, but Mistress didn’t immediately follow. Drew waited for me on the bed, his naked body arranged decadently on his side. His hair was tousled and his cock—this was my first clear view, and good Lord it was thick—lay along his thigh. The sculpted muscles of his physique left no doubt that he worked out daily. I wanted to touch him everywhere with my lips and hands.

He crooked a finger, inviting me closer. I climbed onto the bed and handed him the condoms. He chuckled and let them cascade from his hand onto the sheet. “Sophia has set the bar high.”

I looked at the pile. It was more than a single man could use in an evening if he wasn’t concerned about his dick falling off. “She expects us to use all of them?”

“Yes. She’s insatiable. Now come here and kiss me like you did earlier.”

That kiss had rocked my world. I arranged myself next to him, our thighs and stomachs almost touching, and I kissed him. No tentative foray, no teasing—I dove right in. He rolled toward me, pushing me to my back, and settled his weight on top of me. Our hands roamed, seeking and exploring, sometimes moving quickly, and other times slowing down to savor a texture or reaction.

After a while, Drew sat up, kneeling between my legs. Wordlessly, I handed him a condom. From the foot of the bed, Mistress handed him a bottle of lubricant. I had been so wrapped up in Drew that I hadn’t noticed when she’d joined us.

She laid down on the bed, propped on her elbows, so that her face was near mine. “Do you prefer to be on your back or stomach for this?”

Between my legs, Drew rolled on the condom and squeezed a dollop of lube into his hand. I wanted to see him when he took me. “This is fine.”

She kissed me, a brief bout of passion, and then she moved her lips down my neck and over my chest. Then she skipped the good part and got to her knees. Drew captured her lips for a heated moment, and then she sat back out of the way.

He hiked my legs up to expose my anus. His fingers were gentle as he smeared the gel over and into that muscle. Mistress handed him a towelette, and he wiped away the excess. Then he positioned his cock at my entrance. The pressure almost sent me through the roof. My dick throbbed painfully. I needed to come so badly.

The moment he breached my opening, tingles shot up my spine. I exhaled a hard moan. “You feel so fucking good.”

He grunted. The veins on his neck stood out. He pushed all the way in.

Mistress translated. “He says you feel good too.”

Drew set a moderate pace, fast enough to keep me on the edge without pushing either of us over too quickly. Mistress sprawled along my right side, her dark, damp hair spilling onto my shoulder. She watched us both, alternating between studying Drew’s face and mine. Desire darkened her irises to nearly black.

When having sex with two amazing people, it was difficult to not have ADD. Everywhere I looked was hot and tempting. From Mistress lying next to me, stroking herself, to Drew, hovering above me as he thrust harder and faster. My gaze met his, and he ensnared me. I couldn’t look away as pleasure overtook him and he buried himself all the way. His body shook as he thrust one more time and shouted, spilling his seed into the condom. He withdrew and collapsed, rolling to my left side.

Mistress stroked my hair, moving the locks that were stuck to my forehead. “How close are you?”

Unable to catch my breath, I panted. “Seconds, I think.”

Her mouth was around my cock before I finished speaking. I had been about to assure her that I could hold out for longer, but the sight of her lovely lips wrapped around my dick did me in. Lifting my hips, I thrust into her mouth and came. She moaned, swallowed, and sucked harder, draining me of every drop. The edges of my vision went fuzzy.

Surreal Neal Free Chapter (6.5)

When I wrote Surreal Neal, This was originally Chapter 7. However, this chapter from Jonas’s point of view didn’t fit into the narrative. I’m publishing it here for your enjoyment. You might be missing Jonas…

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Sophia had done a wonderful job taking Sabrina deep into subspace. I had done it before, but not to this extent. To be honest, I hadn’t been sure she could handle it. Control was a difficult thing for Sabrina to surrender, and she did so with extreme reluctance. I would never have forced the issue, but I could tell she wanted it.

Of course, I had gone about demanding her complete submission all wrong. It had backfired, and I’d created a horrible rift between us, the kind that cut deep and painfully. We’d begun repairing the damage to our relationship by using a notebook. Whatever she was feeling that she couldn’t say outright to me went in there. Anything she wrote was considered neutral. She could tear into me, and I couldn’t use it against her, not that I would. If Sabrina ever tore into me, then I deserved it.

She didn’t use it all the time, only when she had something important to communicate that she couldn’t bring herself to say. Right now, that was most things. She almost never brought up these matters directly. The notebook was her voice.

When I found it in the closet near my socks, I treated it as sacred. This was where she bared her deepest fears and starkest desires–her soul–to me.

Once in a while, I wrote back. Mostly I waited until we had a moment alone, and I brought up the issues she raised. I knew it was difficult for her to share anything. Though I wished she felt like she could tell me anything, I knew it would take time. It wasn’t a matter of trust; it was a matter of her not wanting to disappoint me.

As if she could.

Last week, she’d asked me about deep subspace, wondering if I’d taken her there. I had not, and in a rare moment of humility, she asked me to do it.

I had no problem fulfilling her request, but I’d pushed her too far in the past and come to regret it. This time, I wanted someone objective in the room. Sophia was perfect; not only did she regularly flog Sabrina, she would look out for both of us.

I carried Sabrina’s petite form to the car. Barely conscious, she snuggled against my chest and rested her head on my shoulder. During moments like this, with her blissfully wrapped in my embrace, I felt whole and peaceful. She was mine, and she accepted it.

Setting her down, I propped her up near the passenger door. “Honey, I’m going to put the butterfly on you. Stay here.”

She murmured something, but I couldn’t make it out. I opened the door and pulled out the device that would hook around her legs and press against her clit. She cooperated with me, lifting her feet so that I could slide it into place. A small protrusion could be used in her pussy, but I bent it forward so that the stimulation remained outside.

Then I guided her into the passenger seat. Her head lolled against the backrest, so I tilted her seat back and put on her seatbelt.

Leaning across her, I was able to make out what she said. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“No, I mean for this. I’ve never felt like this before.”

In addition to mumbling, she slurred her words. It took me a moment to translate her statement. When I did, I planted a kiss on her soft, inviting lips. “We’re not finished, honey.”

She smiled, and I knew I’d made the right decision. If I’d flogged her, then I might have missed the subtle signs that she was falling over the edge. While Sophia had been doing her thing, I had spent some time sensitizing Sabrina’s nipples. I kept her from subspace for as long as I could.

Her clothes had to be chafing her skin. I’d taken care of Sabrina afterward, seeing to the areas that were raw and inflamed. Sophia had disappeared, not waiting for us or walking us to the door, which was fine. I’d seen her drag Drew into the front room, and I knew she was seeing to her needs.

The drive home would take a half hour. I had the remote for the butterfly in my hand, but I gave Sabrina ten minutes before I started playing with the settings.

Our home was a remodeled Victorian. Sabrina’s grandfather had purchased her dream house as a college graduation gift. I wanted to move closer to where I worked, but I couldn’t bring myself to say that to her, not knowing how she feels about the house.

We didn’t have a dungeon like Sophia’s. I had a room in the basement I kept locked because there was no way anybody could mistake it for a bedroom. This was the place where I took Sabrina when we wanted some hardcore play. I kept some equipment in our bedroom and in the pool house, but I had made sure the equipment I wanted was in place before I’d driven Sabrina to see Sophia.

By the time we arrived at home, she had emerged from subspace. Her eyes were focused, and she was shifting in her seat, fighting the effects of the butterfly.

“Sir?”

“Yes?” Using the title of “Master” had not worked out for us. Sabrina had disliked it. This was a compromise, one I’m not sure she liked. The fact she was using it meant she was trying, and that pleased me.

“You’re not finished with me, right?”

“Nope.” I parked in the garage and guided her to the basement.”I’m going to make you scream.”

That was another thing she’d asked for in her notebook. She’d said she wanted to scream. I was welcome to use a gag, but she wanted me to make her scream and not stop unless she called the safe word.

I’d built a frame in the shape of an H and mounted it on a sturdy base. I bent her over one side. The connecting pole supported her torso, and the other end crossed her body above her breasts but under her shoulders. In short order, I secured her ankles to the base, forcing her to stand with her legs spread. On the other end, I hooked a line through the O-ring on her collar and secured her to the floor. Her arms were free, but she wouldn’t attempt to break away.

I used a ball gag in her mouth. She didn’t like this kind very much because it made her drool, and that was precisely the reason I preferred it. She needed to understand in her core that she had no say in these matters. Plus she looked amazing with her lips around a bright pink ball.
It was a testament to her docile mood that she neither protested nor glared.

“You’re being very good right now, honey, and you look so lovely.”

She blinked, and I could see the naked pleasure she took in my compliment.

The next thing I did was to bring her a little pain. Bondage thrilled her to no end, but pain pushed her over the edge and kept her there. I fastened tweezer clamps to her nipples. Each had a chain that I attached to the center post. Any movement on her part would tighten the clamps and ratchet up the pain factor.

Relief was the first item on the agenda. I grabbed a condom, lubricated the hell out of it and her anus. She tightened when I tried to push a finger inside, but she caught herself and relaxed.

“Good. I’m not going to hurt you. Not yet.”

Unless I stimulated her clit, she didn’t come when I took her like this. I didn’t want her to come, not yet. I wanted to work her up to the point where her climax left her a trembling puddle of goo. She needed this. She needed me to give it to her.

I entered her slowly, letting her get used to the sensation. While she liked anal sex, she’d informed me that her greatest pleasure was in knowing she’d made it possible for me to have an orgasm.

Several experimental thrusts later, I established a rhythm. The H structure was bolted to the floor. I grasped the ends of the bar supporting her hips and fucked faster. Her hot little body fit so tight around me. She groaned and moaned encouragement and pleasure. When I felt my balls draw up, I drove deep and let the climax consume me.

Nothing compared to taking the woman I adored when she was bound and gagged, her ass, thighs, and back still bearing streaks from a thorough flogging. I staggered backward and sat heavily on a padded bondage chair, and I enjoyed the view of her gorgeous ass while I recovered. She waited patiently, flexing a muscle or wiggling her toes every now and again to keep her circulation going.

I disposed of the condom and cleaned myself, and then I attended to her. She whimpered a few times, both a protest to my treatment of her engorged clit and the fact that I wiped away her juices.

Next I grabbed a crop. I brought it down sharply across the lower part of her ass. She gurgled a scream through her gag. I delivered another and another. She danced under the onslaught, trying to escape the sting on her ass and the tightening clamps on her nipples. I stole a look in the mirror I’d installed on the wall at the perfect angle to catch her face when she was on this thing. Tears streaked her cheeks, and she looked like she was in heaven.

I nudged her clit with the flap, and then I struck her there. Her eyes widened, their shape matching her mouth, and she screeched so loud I thought for a moment the gag had come loose.

Recognizing that look, I knelt next to her face and pushed a strand away from her eyes. “Did you come?”

She nodded.

“Did you have permission?”

She shook her head.

We had worked out a signal for when she wanted to ask to come, but she had yet to use it. Sabrina still came whenever she wanted. When we’d first met, she had been new to bondage and domination, and she had never orgasmed. Ever.

“Show me the signal.” I had to make sure she remembered it.

She blinked at me, and I waited for the wheels of her mind to finish churning. Finally she showed me a signal. It was the wrong one.

I rearranged her fingers, crossing her middle finger over her pointer. “This is the signal. Failure to use it will lead to punishment.”

I didn’t actually want to punish her, not tonight. I had plans that didn’t include denying either of us.

She nodded and blinked, apologizing. I think. A line of drool trickled down her chin. I left it alone.

With that out of the way, I slapped the flap of the crop on the side of her breast. She gasped. I repeated the action on her other breast and got the same result.

“Like that?”

She nodded, and I knew she wanted more. I reached under her and released the nipple clamps. She bowed and screeched. Her body jerked so hard I knew she would have bruises on her wrists and the places where the H-frame touched. Her cunt quivered, and light reflected from the ample juices there.

I smacked the flap of the crop on her breast, abusing flesh that I’d already tenderized, though I avoided her nipples for the time being. Before long, I had reached my limit. She was simply too enticing. I removed my jeans and took my place behind her.

On the best days, I had good stamina. I prided myself on outlasting Sabrina. She clenched around me three times, remembering once to ask for permission. I hoped to hell she passed out soon because I wasn’t sure I could outlast her without battery-operated help.

Her soft, velvety walls felt so good. Just when I gave into the urge to climax, she shuddered and went limp. I was exhausted, drained, and proud of what I’d done to my wife.

Blog Takeover–with Drew Snow

Hi. I’m Drew Snow, host of the hit cooking show Sensual Secrets. Michele has graciously allowed me to take over her blog writing task today to write about anything I want. Of course I chose the sexiest topic I know–food.

The first step to creating a sexy dish is making sure it tastes good. If not, skip the food and get straight to the naked chemistry portion of the date. Always play to your strengths. Since I’m equally good at food and sex, I never skip the food. There’s something about sharing an intimate meal, finding mutual pleasure in a succulent mouthful, that ends up being great foreplay for the main event. Today I’m going to share a sexy recipe with you–Sweet Potato Soup. It’s feel-good food, guaranteed to make your lover swoon. Just be there to catch her/him.

Begin with a third or a half of a sweet onion, depending on how oniony you want it to end up. Dice the onion, two small sweet potatoes (or medium, if you want more sweetness), and one regular carrot. Heat some extra virgin olive oil in a pan. I  like to put in a dash of nutmeg and about a quarter teaspoon of ginger. It gives an extra burst of flavor that seduces the palate. Add the onion and carrots to the hot oil. When they’re caramelized, add the sweet potatoes in and let that heat up for a couple of minutes.

Then add about a cup of water. You might need more as it reduces. Don’t let it reduce too much. I like to throw in a teaspoon of Better than Bullion Vegetarian seasoning, and I let it simmer for about fifteen minutes. Add a can of cannelloni beans (drained) and cook until everything’s done. Puree it in a blender.

I put a dollop of plain Greek yogurt in the center of the bowl. It looks good, and it cuts the heat a bit. Light some candles, dim the lights, and serve it naked to someone you love (who is hopefully also naked.) It’s a sweet, sexy dish that’s also healthy, filling, vegetarian, and gluten free.

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TRR Top Pick for Surreal Neal

I absolutely LOVED waking up to this wonderful review from Delta at The Romance Reviews!

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“All of the characters are well written and have a depth not often found in erotic romance. As a frequent reader of ménage stories, I appreciated that each of the three main characters had an equal stake in the relationship. There is a LOT of sex–wicked, playful, sensual, loving, erotic sex. And it’s GOOOOOD. Ms Zurlo makes the reader feel the intensity of a scene, whether kinky or vanilla. If you like erotic romance that takes you into a relationship and makes you feel like a participant or a voyeur, then you’ll love HANGING ON 2: SURREAL NEAL. I wholeheartedly recommend picking up all of the Awakenings books too, as they’re just as well done as this one.”

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Creating Neal

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In a romance novel, the characters are the plot. Their foibles and flaws, wants and needs, drive the action and the way the plot unfolds. For Surreal Neal, I had to come up with a man who was handsome enough to catch Drew and Sophia’s eyes, intriguing enough to keep their interest, and kinky enough to bring something to the table that had been missing.

The other challenge I faced was in making sure neither Drew nor Sophia felt like their relationship was deficient. I wanted the addition of Neal to improve upon what they already had. This is part of the journey Sophia and Drew take as they fall for this imperfect hero.

Neal had to be submissive and a bit of a masochist because Sophia is a Domme and a bit of a sadist. He also needed to be strong because Drew is attracted to strong personalities. He makes the pair work to earn his trust, his submission, and ultimately his heart. He is the first man with whom Sophia voluntarily shares the details of her violent past. He’s a mirror, someone who can help her view her own life through a new viewpoint. Ultimately, he takes her further in the healing process.

Neal is the also first man who awakens Drew’s inner Dom. Until now, Drew had been content to sit back and let Sophia handle the role of Dominant. As he explores this new part of himself, he also gets a chance to see his life and his actions through an alternate lens.

In bringing perspective to both Sophia and Drew, Neal helps them become better people. In turn, they show him that he can learn to trust and love again. That part of his life isn’t over. It’s just beginning.

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The Right Ingredients

One of the questions readers ask is how I come up with a particular storyline. As I read through Surreal Neal, working through edits after having put the manuscript aside for two months, I wondered the same thing. The story flowed, the characters leapt from the page, and some of the wording was quite beautiful–yet I didn’t remember writing it. I remember outlining the chapters. I remember relentlessly revising the outline as characters said and did things that revealed themselves in different ways than I’d originally planned. I remember making tea to sip while I wrote.

The journey of putting together a story at times becomes surreal. Getting into the characters takes the creative process to a new level. I started Surreal Neal months ago. I wrote 20,000 words and deleted most of them. Twice. It wasn’t working for me. Then I realized the problem: The characters needed to speak through me. I had to write the story in first person. Once I made that change, then the process became transformative. I became a vessel for Sophia, Neal, and Drew as I wrote each chapter.

I knew early on that I needed to add a permanent third to Sophia and Drew’s relationship. It seemed sad to continue on the path of having sex with a meaningless parade of people. Both of them deserved more. When I met Neal, I knew he was the man to take them to the next level. He was exactly who Sophia needed to help finalize her healing process, and he was the person who made Drew realize himself more fully as a Dominant. That twist surprised me too.

I had originally planned to continue inserting chapters from other Awakenings characters, but it detracted from the story, so I deleted the single one I ended up writing. It’s chapter 6.5, and it’s available for free download on my website.

Lastly, I had to move the subplot about Elysium along. Sophia, Neal, and Drew each needed to put their stamp on it, otherwise it wouldn’t quite be theirs.

Writing Surreal Neal was a joyful process, and I hope you very much enjoy this leg of their journey.

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Fun Facts about Sureal Neal

1. I took the title from a friend’s fake Neil Diamond cover band. (Funny story there: I was at work talking to another teacher. She commented on the fact that she hadn’t known our friend was a Neil Diamond fan. I said we both were huge fans–I’d skipped classes in college to score concert tickets, and he was in a Neil Diamond cover band. Later my friend came by laughing, said he’d corroborated my story by telling her the band was called Surreal Neil. The other teacher still doesn’t know it wasn’t true.)

2. Neal created himself. I originally had him there as a temporary fling character, but he turned out to be so much more.

3. The scene where Neal meets someone from his past and comes to terms with it was inserted when my beta readers demanded the topic be addressed. They really gave great advice.

4. Hanging On was originally written in 1st person, and I liked it a lot better that way. When I get the rights back, I’ll probably rewrite it back into 1st person before I re-release it. Surreal Neal only worked when I wrote in 1st person. When I submitted Surreal Neal to Siren, I put a note on it that said I wasn’t willing to change it to 3rd person, and that I’d understand if they didn’t want to publish it. They wanted it anyway.

5. The epilogue overlaps with the timeline where the Two Masters for Samantha sequel begins. In Their Hearts is due out from Siren in December 2013. Stay tuned–it’s very different from the first one.

6. While Sophia is loosely based on somebody I know, and Drew is an amalgam of Food Network chefs, Neal is completely my creation. Except his name–that came up in a Yahoo search. I didn’t read the article, but I liked the name, so I used it. I don’t remember what I was searching for…

7. I finally reached a point where I had to create a notebook to hold information on Awakenings characters. I officially have too many characters to keep in my head. It was getting a little crowded in there. (Surreal Neal is book #20 for me, but I’ve written 21, 22, and 23.)

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