My Body-His, by Blakely Bennett: A Story of Sex, Seduction, and Submission

My Body-His ($13.95, 246 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-523-9), is a work of erotic suspense about a successful career woman whose foray into the BDSM lifestyle causes her to compromise her core sense of self in pursuit of ever heightened sexual pleasure. This is the first book of a trilogy by debut erotica author Blakely Bennett. The second and third books, My Body-His (Marcello) and My Body-Mine will be published in 2013.

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“From the opening lines, Bennett leads us into a compelling world of credible submission and dangerous domination. The story is exciting and enthralling and deserves to be a formidable success.”  Read more …

—Ashley Lister,

“Blakely Bennett had my attention in My Body-His from the very first couple of pages. I really had a hard time putting it down and could easily have read it in one sitting had I started earlier! The story was very well written, and extremely sensual. I experienced a wide range of emotions from one minute to the next. It was one of those books you think about for several days after you’ve finished reading it …. After reading My Body-His by Blakely Bennett, I look forward to reading the remaining books in the trilogy to see what road this dysfunctional couple takes next.”

—Jennifer Hass for Reader Views

“Though MY BODY-HIS can easily be read as a stand-alone, it is the first book of three and I am dying to know how the rest of the story will play out. If you like the dark-side of erotica and are looking for something new to sink your teeth into, then this will be right up your alley. I was captivated from the very beginning and I am confident you will be too!”  Read more ….

—Bookie Nookie Reviews

4.5 Stars: “The writing is really very good. I was very absorbed in My Body-His so much that I really (truly!) almost threw my kindle against the wall multiple times. In the end I needed to believe the author knew what she was writing. I believe the actions were put in to create those emotions in the reader the author wanted to showcase and they are powerful, visceral, and (frankly) nauseating. In this the author succeeded wonderfully.”  Read more ….

—AlexJouJou, Manic Readers

“The author Blakely Bennett did a great job telling this story.  She had me on edge wondering what would happen next.  That is what a good author does.  I can’t wait to read the rest of the books in the trilogy to find out what happens next.”  Read more …

–Abigail, Kinky Book Reviews

Jane Stiles is successful in business but bored with her socially mundane existence. One night at a party, she meets an intense and compelling stranger named Luke. This fateful encounter prompts her predictable life path to veer into uncharted territory, sweeping her along on a frightening erotic journey into the world of bondage, domination and submission.

Jane had never experienced genuine desire, and now passion consumes her life, robbing her of free will. Her new lifestyle creates an emotional chasm between her and her old friends. Will they understand why she has abandoned her high ideals and long-term plans for a traditional wedding?

What society considers right or wrong no longer matters. Prepared to surrender everything to Luke, she wonders if her everything will be enough. She now needs his discipline as much as she craves his love and approval. How far down this dark path is she willing to go?

Jane’s pilgrimage into domination and discipline has created a war between her mind and her body, and her body is claiming victory.

Says Bennett, “I completed my first draft of My Body-His long before all the fervor over 50 Shades of Grey. Unlike the main character in that book, my protagonist Jane is a sexually aware adult, independent and strong. But then she finds herself in terra incognita—a dark side of sexuality she knows nothing about. She’s in love, so she trusts the man not to go too far—without taking into account that she barely knows him. Having majored in psychology, I’ve always been fascinated by what motivates people to act against their best interests. Although I’m not into the BDSM scene personally, I spoke with many who are, and their input helped lend the story an unusual authenticity.”

Blakely Bennett grew up in Southeast Florida and has been residing in the great Northwest for over seven years. She graduated from Nova Southeastern University with a degree in psychology, which accounts for her particular interest in crafting the personalities, struggles, and motivations of her characters. She is an avid reader of many genres of fiction, but especially erotica and romance. Writing has always been her bliss. She is attracted to stories of self-struggle and ultimate recovery. Blakely is married to a wonderful, loving and supportive husband, also a writer, who helps to keep her grounded. She is a mother, a communitarian, a lover of music (always on while she is writing—thank you, Pandora), and a good friend. An advocate of love and female empowerment, she is a facilitator for a women’s group. She loves to walk and hike for exercise and finds that, since moving to Seattle, WA, she is now one of those “crazy” people who walk in the rain. Click here to find Blakely on the Web.

Read on for an excerpt:

“What do you want from me?”


“Everything? What does that mean, everything?”

“I want you completely and totally. I want to merge our lives and bodies. Your body—mine and mine—yours.”

“But you just met me,” I said as I shifted to face him.

“Tell me …. How long should it take?”

“Until you get to know me better.”

“I know everything I need to know,” he said, leaning over to kiss me on my cheek. He lingered there for a moment and then said, “Let’s have them wrap up the rest of dinner. We can eat it for a midnight snack.”

“I have work tomorrow.”

“Worry about tomorrow when it gets here. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”

Against my better judgment—hell, all of my judgment—we started walking slowly back to my car. He held my hand and I could feel his energy entering my palm, permeating my body. In contrast to the hurried march on the way to the restaurant, he kept a relaxed pace and whistled softly.

“I think you must be the strangest person I’ve ever met,” I said, as my arms swung slowly with his.

“Well, you must have limited exposure to people because I meet people far stranger than I all the time. I think up until now you’ve lived a sheltered existence. To please your mother maybe?” He wasn’t looking for a response. “No matter,” he continued, swatting his free hand in the air as if to push the thought away. “That will all change soon enough.”

I started to believe everything he said. Did I actually keep on the straight and narrow because of my mother? I’ve always felt rebellious of her ways but have I really strayed that much?

We crossed the parking lot to my red Honda Accord and he held out his hand for the keys. He unlocked the car and opened the passenger side door for me.

“Where to?” he said as he settled himself into the driver’s seat, moving it back to accommodate his legs.

“Don’t you already know?” I asked. “How did you find out where I work?”

“Actually I do.”

“How the hell do you know where I live and work?” I said, shifting in my seat to face him. The fear in me again raised its ugly head.

“The cabby was a friend of mine,” he said, shrugging.

“Should I be worried for my life? Are you a deranged serial killer? Do you stalk women with wavy brown hair?” I was only half kidding but at the same time my head felt like it was splitting open. What the hell am I doing? I thought.

He laughed heartily and said, “Not to worry. I will never hurt you unless you want me to.”

My heart beat rapidly in my chest. I didn’t know how to respond. He turned over the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. I watched the familiar streets pass as he made his way to my condominium.

“Where should I park?” he asked as he drove my car into my complex.

Relief swept over me when I realized he didn’t know my apartment number. “Park in the spot over there,” I said and pointed.

He maneuvered into my space and quickly got out of the car. I began to get out as well but he caught the door in time to open it himself. “Thank you,” I said. “I’m not used to having men open doors for me.”

He held out his hand. I swung my legs around and he pulled me to my feet, embracing me around my back and lifting me onto my toes. He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me for the first time. My body caught fire, making me feel like it had been asleep all of my life up until that very moment. He kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth with his tongue. As he sucked my lower lip into his kiss, I could smell his warm spicy breath on my face. His kiss took me on a journey of sensation. He encouraged me with his lips to explore his mouth with my tongue. I kissed deeper than ever before, lost in another plane of existence. The kiss took away any possible resolve I had left. When he finally pulled away I felt light-headed, the way I did after an orgasm.

“Wow,” I whispered.

“Let’s go,” he said, lifting the leftovers and handing me my purse and flowers.

He strode over to the elevators, leaving me behind to catch up.

“Hey,” I called.

“We definitely need to get you more practical shoes.” He walked back and handed me the bag of food.

Swooping me up in his arms like a bride, he carried me to the elevator. My weight didn’t slow him down.

“What floor?” he asked, waiting to push the call button on the elevator.

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