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New Release News: Though the Dom’s Lens by Doris O’Connor (@mamad8) #EroRom #BDSM #NewRelease
Welcome back to the Nook. I’m happy to have you here, and to get the chance to share a new release from one of my favorite BDSM authors, Doris O’Connor. Her latest release, THROUGH THE DOM’S LENS looks like another winner.
Since she is a fellow Evernight author and one of my Sexy Siren sisters, I managed to get her to agree to stop by for a little visit.
wOot! Here’s the fantabulous Doris!
Thanks so much for having me here today 🙂
Hands up, who looks in the mirror, and actually likes what they see? Anyone? No? Thought so.
I haven’t met a woman yet, who hasn’t found something about herself she doesn’t like. No matter how comfortable you think you are in your skin, there’s always something that niggles. Now imagine, if you will, that your sister is a super model. Your mum, too, is still sylph like, and then there’s you… Started developing at an early age, and your curves just grew, and grew.
Such is my heroine’s plight in Through the Dom’s Lens. She is as comfortable in her body as she can be, but she’s well used to being the fattie in the room, and she can’t stand looking at herself in pictures.
Why then does she agree to audition for a photo shoot with Master J? Well, you’ll have to read the book to find out why and how this all works out. I will say this—Junsako Frederikson knows true beauty lies within, and there’s no way this Dom can walk away from a sub in need…
Blurb: Sometimes doing a favor can change your life forever.
Never one to rate her curves, Sally thinks her glamorous sister has lost the plot. Stand in for her at a photo shoot with the most sought after bondage photographer ever?
She’ll be laughed out of the studio, or arrested, or both. However, the temptation to actually meet the man she’s been secretly lusting after for months proves too hard to resist.
Junsako cannot believe his eyes, when Sally turns up. It’s been a long time since the Dom in him felt such an instant pull to anyone. All those curves will look beautiful in Shibari suspension, and Sally proves to be a born submissive. If only she would let go of her body issues and see the beautiful woman he sees through his lens.
Only one thing to do—convince her—with as much kinky sex as possible.
Excerpt: (Mature Audiences Only)
“I want you to do something for me, pet. I want you to close your eyes and remember that feeling.”
She frowned at him, but her eyes fluttered shut and after a while she smiled.
“Good, you’re there in your mind?”
“Yes, Sir, I think so.”
“Good girl, now open your eyes and look at the screen again.” She tensed immediately and her smile slipped, but she did open her eyes and glanced at the screen. He’d changed the image to a slide of the process of her being bound. The first one showed her stood in front of him, looking nervous as hell, and she tensed even more when she saw it.
“What do you see, pet? Truly look at the picture, past the body, concentrate on your facial expression and remember how you felt.”
She bit her lip, and her nose screwed up in concentration, but eventually she answered him.
“I was nervous…” she glanced at him and then continued in a whisper, “and turned on.”
“Good girl, now the next picture. What do you see?”
In this shot she was half in her chest harness and blindfold, and Junsako hardened as he, too, remembered the heady thrill of binding her soft flesh in the rope. The picture didn’t do the eroticism of the art justice. In his mind’s eye, however, he heard her soft sighs and mewls, he felt the rope slide through his fingers and mark her skin, as she sank further into that blissful state of submission.
Sally remembered it, too, if her increased breathing and the dampness seeping through his sweat pants were any indication. He didn’t say anything else, afraid to break the moment, just continued to bring up picture after picture, until she wriggled on his lap, and he was hard enough to pound concrete again.
By the time they were back at the picture he intended to use, tears were falling down Sally’s cheeks, but she was smiling this time.
“Thank you, Sir, for helping me remember what it felt like. I still see a fat woman, though. I know I’m not skinny and … oh.”
The breath whooshed out of her lungs when he stood up with her and flung her over his shoulder. It was a matter of moments to cross the distance to his bedroom, and Sally shrieked when he threw her on the bed face down.
Before she had even stopped bouncing he grabbed her ankles and yanked her down until her ass hung over the edge with her knees on the floor. He kicked her legs apart, and took a moment to admire the view in front of him. With a flick of the remote he turned on the ceiling spotlights. The soft lighting illuminated Sally’s shapely ass. With her legs spread wide, he had a perfect view of her glistening pussy. Her cunt got wetter the longer he just stood there and watched her, and when she tried to push herself up on her elbows he urged her back down on the bed with his hand flat on the small of her back.
“Stay still, pet. It amuses me to watch you like this. You have the most perfect ass, my love. It will look even more beautiful when it’s pink from my hand.”
Sally whimpered, and more of her juices slipped out of her clenching hole.
“I’m going to spank that ass now, and then I’m going to fuck it. My little pet will like that, I think. Give me a color, pet.”
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Sally’s heart beat so fast in her ears she was sure she’d have fallen to the floor had she not been lying down already. Junsako’s dirty words made her so wet her juices were sliding down her inner thighs, and she found it difficult to concentrate on his words.
An open handed spank to her left ass cheek stung, and before she could open her mouth another one followed to the right side this time.
“I asked you a question, pet. What color are you?”
“Gr-green.” She murmured the words into the cover, as he dug his fingernails into her tender skin and grabbed a generous handful. That should have mortified her, but somehow it didn’t.
“I can’t hear you, pet.”
His strained voice soothed her concerns. He sounded like a man aroused, and it gave her an enormous thrill that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.
“Green, Sir. I’m so green. Please don’t stop. I—”
The next spank set her ass on fire and sent her further up the bed, until her hips dug into the edge. It was padded, with little hard nobbles, and just the right height to stimulate her clit, as she discovered with the next few well-placed open handed swats from his hands. He hit a different spot on her ass every time, and with the added stimulation from the torture devices attached to the side, she was close to coming in record time.
Higher and higher she flew until time lost all meaning, and all that mattered was the breathtaking pause before he spanked her again. When he finally stopped heat radiated from her ass all over her body in rolling waves of bliss, and she ground herself against the edge. So close, she was so damn close.
Junsako grabbed her hips and pulled her away from the bed, and Sally whined her protest.
He kissed her shoulder, and chuckled into her neck, as his whole body seemed to engulf her. His hard cock nestled in the cleft of her ass, and he delivered little bites along her back, parallel to her spine. Every sharp sting made her moan, interspersed as it was by his murmured words.
“So beautiful, my pet. This luscious body belongs to me, and you will not come without my permission, will you, pet?”
Available from Evernight Publishing. For all other buy links, please click here.
Check out a Bonus Scene from this story here on my blog.
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Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Stalking Links
Website Blog Twitter Facebook Pinterest Evernight Publishing
Bears and Sex and Bad Boys, Oh My! – The Bear Project by Doris O’Connor (mamad8) #erotic #romance #shifters
Due to my extreme awesomeness and the fact the author has a closet love for me, I managed to convince the irrepressible, Doris O’Connor to stop by my blog to talk a bit about her latest erotic release with Evernight Publishing, The Bear Project.
The cover alone has me beyond intrigued…as if the story being written by Ms’ O’Connor wasn’t enough to convince me I have to read it…
Anyway, before I gush all over myself and give Doris a fat head, here she is…
Thanks so much for having me here today. 🙂
We all love a bad boy, right? That cocksure attitude, the swagger, the single minded determination to get the heroine into his bed. That element of danger that surrounds them is like the cake you know you shouldn’t eat, but you can’t but help and indulge anyway.
Now, imagine you’re stranded in a little hicky town, with no means of getting away, a town full of rumors and strange happenings, and one of those sex-on-legs bad boys comes up to you and claims you’re his.
What would you do? Would you tell him to take a hike, or would you give into that instant and explosive chemistry between you?
Such is the dilemma Emmi faces when she meets Cole. Never in all her life has she been this attracted to a guy, and she does need a place to crash for the night, so why not take advantage of what he offers. It’s simply a case of scratching an itch, right? What could possibly go wrong?
Well… when you’re chosen bedmate is a Bear shifter intent on claiming you for his mate, a hell of a lot can and does go wrong. Especially, when it looks as though this particular bad boy is some sort of assassin too…
Emmi does what any reasonable person would do. She runs after their night of passion, determined to forget all about Cole. However, Cole is a hard person to forget, not least because she is left with a permanent reminder that throws her right into the world and blood line politics of shifters.
Shifters in London, blood lines, council, rules, mating bond – say what?
It’s enough to leave you dizzy. Add in the return of Cole, who isn’t at all what he seems to be and Emmi is in for the ride of her life.
Works for me!! How bout you guys? (yeah, thought so…YUM)
here are all the juicy details:
THE BEAR PROJECT
by Doris O’Connor
Genre: Erotic Romance (Shifters)
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: Jan. 9, 2014
Blurb: When Animal conservationist Emmi Layne meets bad boy Cole Jackson there is no denying the instant lust between them. She has a thing for bears, after all. However, you cannot build a relationship on awesome sex alone, especially when you live on different continents, and have nothing in common.
Everything changes, when Emmi discovers that their night of passion has left her with more than erotic memories. She has no means of contacting him, even if she wanted to, but she hasn’t counted on this bear shifter’s determination.
Cole is not what he seems, and he will stop at nothing to claim what’s his—even if that means breaking all the rules.
Can he trust the mating bond to deliver, or will it spell the end of an ancient blood line?
With the odds stacked against them, can this unlikely duo find happiness together?
Excerpt: (Mature Audiences ONLY)
A moan slipped out from Emmi, and his balls drew tight in anticipation, as she, too, lost what cover his old shirt afforded her. She licked her lips, her gaze riveted on his erection, and he grinned. A primitive sense of ownership grabbed him, and he bent down, and grabbing her ankles, pulled her down the bed until her ass was half hanging off it and he could step right between her legs.
This position opened her cunt for his inspection, and her scent grew in potency as her juices coated her pussy lips. Cole stroked himself harder in response to that sight, and she whimpered. That tiny sound pitched his need to claim her to new heights, but he wanted her begging for his cock and so wet and ready that she couldn’t stand it anymore.
A vision of keeping her like this, naked and at his mercy, filled his vision. Her curves would look so beautiful bound by Shibari rope, as she begged him for her orgasm.
His dick jumped at the thought, and he used the natural lubrication of his pre-cum to aid the ever faster up and downward glide of his hand.
“Cole, let me…”
Emmi looked up at him, her eyes so dark with her own need it took his breath away.
“No, I want to watch you come for me.” A fierce blush spread all over her skin at his husky words, and she bit her lips hard enough to draw blood. The metallic smell filled his nostrils, and his bear roared. “Use your fingers to spread yourself wider, so that I can see what you’re doing. Tell me what it feels like, and how much you want my cock, sugar.”
Emmi shivered and closed her eyes, but her hands did slowly slide down to the apex of her thighs.
“Use your words, baby. I want to hear you.”
“Oh God.” Her groan matched his when she spread her labia wide and circled her clit with one finger. The little nubbin swelled under her ministrations as all the blood rushed to the surface.
“That’s my girl. Fill your hole with your fingers, and imagine it’s my cock, sugar.”
Emmi complied, and the little needy sounds she made at the back of her throat were pure music to his ears.
“Words, Emmi, use them.”
“I … I can’t. I just … I want to come so badly. My fingers are not enough. I’m gripping them imagining they’re your cock filling me, thrusting in. I want you so badly.”
He growled, and she pumped her fingers faster until the wet sounds of her greedy pussy filled the room. The trembles started as her orgasm took hold, and Cole grabbed her thighs and took over.
Emmi screamed when his tongue replaced her fingers, and her essence flowed freely into his waiting mouth. His bear grunted his approval, and Cole blew against her slit and then bit down on her clit. The action sent Emmi over the edge, and he pushed two of his fingers into her clenching pussy hole. She rode those fingers as her whole body bowed off the bed and tightened before she slumped back down, moaning and writhing under his fingers and tongue.
Cole kept up his assault until the last tremors stopped and then crawled up her limp and sweat slicked body to kiss her.
“You’re not playing fair.” She mumbled the words and ran her hands over his chest, up to his shoulders and then down his back until she could reach his ass. With his body cocooned between her thighs, his cock slid up and down her wet slit and he indulged himself by thrusting into her just once.
Her cunt closed around him like a velvet fist, and Emmi pushed her feet into his calves and lifted up to meet his thrust. Their gazes locked when he pulled out and then pushed into her wet heat again.
“Oh, God, Cole, you’re driving me insane.”
His little human bucked against him, and her vaginal muscles clenched and released around his dick in an effort to hurry him along. It took all of Cole’s willpower and self-control to not simply give her what she wanted, but he withdrew again until just the tip of his dick remained inside her entrance.
Emmi shook and groaned and pleaded, and he ground his teeth to stop himself form coming.
“No, we’ll do this my way. Stop trying to hurry me, sugar, or I’ll tie you to this bed and leave you hanging.”
Her sharp intake of breath made him smile, and he paused half in half out of her sweet cunt, until he could nudge her sweet spot with short, shallow thrusts that had her luscious body climbing again. He could see it in the way her eyes clouded over, and her breathing quickened. Her fingernails scored his skin hard enough to draw blood, and Cole welcomed the slight pain, as he pushed her over that edge again.
“That’s my girl. Come for me again. Beautiful.”
He withdrew and flipped her over, so that she was bent over the side off the bed. With her knees on the floor, and her legs spread wide, her ass was there for him to play with, and Cole smacked one cheek and then pushed his fingers back into her vagina.
A rush of air escaped Emmi’s lungs, and she groaned into the bed covers and lifted her ass up to give him better access.
Cole rubbed his stubble along her shoulder blades and kissed her spine. A shudder went through her body, and she sighed his name when he withdrew.
“What, baby? Do you want me to spank you again?”
He delivered another open handed swat to her other cheek with enough force to leave a bright mark on her pale flesh as the blood rushed to the surface. His possessive bear urged him to do it again, to mark her body with his hands and claws and teeth, but the man needed to be sure she was on board with this.
“Yes, God, yes, please, Cole, anything. That feels so fucking good.”
BUY LINKS
Evernight Amazon Amazon UK ARe Bookstrand
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Author Bio: Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Stalking Links
Website Blog Twitter Facebook Pinterest Evernight Publishing
Happy Release Day to The Crimson Rope (and me)! #erotic #BDSM #Romance #Anthology @evernightpub
Finally the day has arrived! wOot!
It’s release day for the BDSM themed anthology, THE CRIMSON ROPE, featuring stories by some of my absolute favorite Evernight Authors. I am beyond thrilled to be sharing space in the anthology with these fantastic authors:
R. Brennan (YOU ARE HERE :P)
Since I am “sharing space”, this means I also have a story in the anthology. *wiggle* One I am really hoping you all enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.
And the best news of all? It is available today — LIKE RIGHT NOW!
Here are the details on the anthology, as well as the Evernight Buy Link, so you can run over and grab yourself a copy (you KNOW you want to).
THE CRIMSON ROPE
Genre: Erotic Romance (BDSM)
Release Date: November 5, 2013
Description:
Unleash your kinky side with six titillating BDSM tales.
Let The Crimson Rope bind you in an erotic adventure sure to please, with skilled Dom’s and sexy submissives that are willing to explore their boundaries. From pleasured gasps to stinging desire, the authors of this anthology will not only seduce you, but leave you begging for more.
Be Warned: BDSM, rimming, spanking, anal sex, public exhibition
As part of the celebration, my fellow authors and I are hosting a Facebook event today, November 5th so get your butt on over to Facebook and chat with the authors, enter to win some great giveaways, and learn more about the fantastic new release.
*dances* This is the part where I get to talk about me! Or at least my story … and … ahem … Alexander Sterling, a knee weakening new Dom. (you’ll see)
Here are the saucy details for my particular story, LOCK, STOCK, and SPANK HER:
Blurb: After a bad relationship with a cheating ex-dominant, Beth Turner has been reluctant to jump back into the D/s dating scene. Her best friend, Marcy, who just happens to be a lifestyle mistress, finally convinces Beth to take the plunge and attend a local fetish munch as her guest.
Beth plans to take it slow, and certainly doesn’t expect to run into the ultra-dominant Alexander Sterling, whose BDSM inventions are the stuff of local legend. Yet, somehow, he manages to convince her to be the test subject in his spanking demonstration. Strapped into his newest invention, Beth learns quickly there is more to him than a sexy, shaved head and form-fitting leather pants.
In fact, Alexander Sterling just may be her masterful perfect match.
Add it to your Goodreads TBR Pile today!
Excerpt:
“For now, I have two questions for you.”
“All right.”
“First one is easy. What’s your name?”
Her cheeks heated. “Beth.”
He reached out a hand in greeting. “Alexander Sterling. The pleasure is most assuredly mine.”
She placed her hand in his and he gave it a light shake.
“Now that we have the formalities out of the way, my dear Beth, it’s time for the second question. What are your limits?”
She cast a quick glance around the room to find what felt like a million sets of eyes trained on them. “You want to know that now?”
“It’s relevant. Trust me.”
“Umm…” She searched her befuddled brain for a response. “Blood, scat, needles, knives, permanent marks…the usual I guess. Oh, and mummification.” She shivered. “I can get a bit claustrophobic.”
“Good.”
“It is?” She tried to keep her gaze from wandering to the contraption resting on the parquet floor between them.
“Yes. I need your help. Will you help me?”
While she didn’t know him, and had only just met the man, her body, her very soul seemed attuned to him. Her every nerve ending responded to his request with a resounding yes. Despite the little voice in the back of her head telling her she was a fool for trusting a complete stranger, Beth whispered a meek, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Alexander turned and faced their audience. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, dominants and submissives. I want to thank you all for allowing me to take up some of your valuable time. Master James and his lovely submissive, Amy…” he waved a hand toward the table he had stopped at earlier, “…have requested I give you all a demonstration of my newest invention this evening. An item I am sure many of you will be very interested in seeing.”
Beth swallowed hard.
Demonstration?
BUY LINKS:
Evernight Publishing | Amazon | Amazon UK
All Romance eBooks | Bookstrand
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For all of you who still haven’t gone and picked up your copy of the anthology, here are all the other places you can hear about it, enter giveaways, read reviews, interviews, etc.
Promotional Tour for The Crimson Rope Anthology
November 5th Release Day FB Event. Chat with the authors, read excerpts from the stories, ask questions — the sky is the limit. We’ll be giving away all kinds of swag and even some BDSM treats, so be sure to come by. (just message me on http://facebook.com/BexBookNook for an invite if you don’t have one already.)
November 5th MsRomanticReads (http://msromanticreads.wordpress.com/)
November 5th Coffee Time Release Party – Coffee Time Chat Room – 9 pm EST/ 8 pm Central / 6 pm Pacific (see CoffeeTimeRomance.com for more details on this one)
November 6th The Cave Guest Blog (http://thetalentcavereviews.weebly.com/the-cave-guest-blog.html)
November 11th Love Bites and Silk (http://www.lovebitesandsilk.co.uk/)
November 11th through 29th Shades of Rose Virtual Book Tour (http://sormarketing.blogspot.com/2013/11/the-crimson-rope-anthology.html)
Here is the list of participating sites:
11/14 – Sexy Between The Covers
11/15 – Tamaria Soana
11/18 – Reading, Writing, and Roses
11/19 – Find Your Next Read
11/20 – The eBook Promotions and To Pen a Dream
11/21 – Viari Rose
New Release News: Under the Alpha’s Protection by Doris O’Connor (@mamad8) #Erotic #Romance
Oh the treat I have for you all this week. It almost makes my absence from regular posting worthwhile. (apologies for that, by the way). This week, I have managed to wrangle the hardest working erotic romance author I know, Doris O’Connor. As is her habit, Miz O’Connor is celebrating a fantastic looking new erotic romance release.
This time, the lucky story is UNDER THE ALPHA’S PROTECTION
Here’s Doris with all the juicy details…
Thanks so much for having me here today 🙂
Let me take you back to your University days. Imagine the most popular guy on campus, the one all the girls lust after, and all the boys emulate to be like. Got that picture in your head? Now look at yourself, or in this case Nikita. Can you see her, geeky, studious, and carrying far too many pounds to attract much male attention?
Then imagine the crowded commons room. It’s fresher’s week and Nikita is feeling rather overwhelmed, and who comes to her rescue? None other than that most popular guy on campus, of course, Raoul. What follows is a five year strong friendship, which sees these two support each other through thick and thin. Raoul never crosses that line of friendship, no matter how much Nikita might secretly wish that he did. Of course he wouldn’t be interested in her in that way. He favours the cheer leader types, that he can boss around, and that will not give him lip back … or so she thinks.
What Nikita doesn’t know is that Raoul is a wolf shifter, and that his beast has chosen her for his mate.
This Alpha will do anything to protect his mate, especially from his baser urges. His little human would never willingly submit to him or any man … or so he thinks.
When a threat to his leadership results in an attack on Nikita, everything changes.
UNDER THE ALPHA’S PROTECTION
by Doris O’Connor
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance (BDSM)
Blurb: Nikita Ashton and Raoul Saint Germain have been friends for five years, so when Nikita is attacked, there is only one place she can run to—straight into Raoul’s arms.
Raoul is the Alpha of his pack and he is furious that the woman he loves has been harmed on his territory. Were it not for the fact that Nikita does not believe in anything even remotely paranormal, his wolf would have claimed her aeons ago.
Nikita is in need of tender, loving care, not his baser needs that are threatening to overtake him.
However, when Nikita admits that she knows about his being in the lifestyle, the Dom in him cannot resist the challenge to make her his submissive.
Blissfully happy in their new Dom/sub relationship, everything changes when Nikita is kidnapped. Can Raoul get to her in time to save her life?
Excerpt:
“Drink, squirt.”
Nikita didn’t even think to argue, so enthralling was his deep voice, and she drank the cool liquid eagerly, until he took the water bottle away and his hot, firm lips touched hers. Her barely banked down arousal flared into an inferno again, and she moaned when he broke the kiss and licked along her jaw. His curiously rough tongue reminded her of her cat at home, and created exquisite friction along her sweat slicked skin.
“Get on the bed for me and lie down on your front.” The whispered words into her ear galvanized her into action, and he murmured his approval.
“Good girl. I’m going to restrain you now, my sweet girl. Just your arms to start with, and then I’m going to fuck you.”
She couldn’t stop her moan at those words, and he laughed, the sound so low and sexy, Nikita was sure she could come from listening to his voice alone. He ran a hand down her spine until he reached her butt, and then he scraped his nails along the tender flesh. The burn was pain and bliss all wrapped into one, and she jumped when he parted her ass cheeks.
He dropped a kiss on her anus and slipped a finger into her pussy causing her to pant, and her internal muscles pulled tight, and tried to draw the digit inside. Raoul laughed softly and slipped another finger into her desperately clenching cunt at the same time as his tongue pushed through the tight ring of her muscle that had never been breached before. Warmth spread through her as that tongue probed in tune with his fingers in her pussy. He took her right to the edge and then withdrew.
“Nooooo.” The high-pitched wail leaving her mouth didn’t sound like her voice at all. Raoul paid no heed to her whimpering. Instead he grasped one of her arms and pulled it upwards, and then there was the sound of Velcro and something soft and thick wrapped around her wrist.
He ran his finger underneath the restraint, and then his face appeared in her blurry vision. Unlike earlier when her mind had played tricks on her, this time round all she saw was Raoul in all his ruggedly handsome glory. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his bare chest. He must have somehow got undressed when she wasn’t paying attention, too caught up in the myriad of sensations he’d already coaxed from her body.
If this was what kinky sex did, then Nikita couldn’t understand why more people didn’t embrace this lifestyle. Never in her life had she been this turned on. Raoul repeated the process to her other arm until she was tied and couldn’t move.
“What’s your safe word, squirt?”
“Red, but I don’t need it. Please don’t stop.”
“Good girl.”
The approval in his voice washed over her senses, and Nikita was close to tears, so overwhelmed was she by the intensity of the moment.
With her breasts squashed into the bed, her nipples chafed against the cover, and she bucked when he slid his hands under her and pinched each nipple in turn. With his naked chest pressed against her back, exerting pressure on the left-over soreness there, Nikita felt owned, and used, and she reveled in that feeling, as he rolled each hard nub between his fingertips and pulled. Darts of arousal shot through her body to her clit, and she couldn’t help her breathless moan.
“Oh, that feels so good.”
He kissed her shoulder and withdrew again. Tiny stings to her back made her gasp. Each sting was soothed by soft lips.
“Turn your head and look at us in the mirror. I want you to see me fuck you. I want you to see my cock plundering your sweet cunt, so that you’ll know who owns you.”
Instead of appalling her, those words excited her further, and she dutifully turned to look. Even though her vision was hazy she could see him towering over her, his body so big and dark compared to her, and every fiber of her being tensed when she caught the first glimpse of his cock. Thick and long, it rose from its thatch of dark hair, his heavy balls swinging underneath as he moved. Raoul took himself in hand and stroked his dick from head to root with slow measured moves that had her mewling anew.
“Beg me for my cock, girl. Tell me you want it. Tell me you’re mine.”
“Yes, anything, please. I need you …. I need your cock … Sir.”
The tagged on address made him growl, and Nikita closed her eyes when he placed several cushions under her hips until her ass was elevated.
“So wet, so beautiful. Who owns this pussy, squirt?”
“You do, Sir.”
“Damn fucking right, I do.”
He slid the thick head of his erection through her pussy lips, and Nikita held her breath as his heat branded her. He repeated that process over and over until Nikita wanted to scream and her nerve endings were strung so tight, she could barely breathe. She yanked on her restraints, but it was useless. When he finally breached her hole it was with agonizing slowness that awakened every one of her vaginal nerves, and she grit her teeth at the sensation of being filled and stretched to capacity.
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Buy Links:
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/under-the-alphas-protection-by-doris-oconnor/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Under-the-Alphas-Protection-ebook/dp/B00FMFGLJW/
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/under-the-alphas-protection-mf
All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-underthealpha039sprotection-1312066-147.html
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
STALKING LINKS:
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#WickedWednesday: A Visit from the Sexy Doris O’Connor and her newest #erotic release.
I’m quite exited to share the #WickedWednesday spotlight this week with one of my favorite erotic romance authors, Doris O’Connor. She’s been a guest at the Book Nook a few times now, so my love of her writing is no secret. This week, Doris is sharing a steamy snippet from her latest erotic romance release with Evernight Publishing, The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin.
Here are the deets on the new story: (my kids would laugh if they saw me use “deets” in a sentence — just sayin’)
Blurb: Lie back and think of England. She could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy. When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.
Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.
Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?
Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, rimming, anal sex, wax play, erotic asphyxiation (my kinda story…)
Now that I have you on the edge of your seat, here is this week’s #WickedWednesday snippet — from THE BILLIONARE’S UNWANTED VIRGIN by Doris O’Connor.
Excerpt: (Mature Audiences Only)
“That’s my girl.” She offered him a tentative smile, and he released her wrists. “Hold onto the sides and don’t let go, or I’ll have to tie you. Are we clear?”
“Ye … es.” A surge of affection swamped him at her whispered reply, and he sat back and watched her hands grip the sides of the sun lounger in a white knuckled grip.
He ran his hand from her collarbone through the cleft of her amazing tits down over her tummy and then tapped her mound. She bit her lip, and her body tensed. He did it again each time with more force than the last until her rib cage rose and fell in tune to her gasps of breath, and he could see the evidence of her arousal darken the crotch of her bikini bottoms.
“That’s for wearing them, when you know I want to be able to see your sweet cunt.” He ran his finger under the elastic with infinite slowness and then yanked the material up sharply until it dug into her slit and compressed her clit.
She shuddered and tried to clamp to her legs together, but a swat to her thigh stopped her. He pulled tighter, enjoying her struggle to stay still and to keep her legs relaxed, and the fine sheen of arousal coating her skin. A delicate blush spread all over her body, and she threw her head back and arched off the lounger. He bent to suckle one of her luscious nipples into his mouth, and she panted his name.
“Lakota, please … oh God …”
He smiled around his precious mouthful, and bit down hard at the same time as the fabric of her clothing ripped. A gush of her juices coated his fingers, and he slid three fingers deep inside her core. She clamped around the digits and screamed. He left a trail of little bites along her skin until he reached her swollen labia and withdrew his fingers. She moaned her denial, and he slapped her little nub of pleasure, sending her tumbling into her orgasm.
Hot, right? Now you get why I like her stories so much. If that doesn’t get your Wednesday started right, I don’t know what will. 😛
You can grab your copies at Evernight’s site (click the book image above) or Amazon, ARe, and Bookstrand. Probably other’s too.
See you all next week.
New Release News: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin by Doris O’Connor (@mamaD8) #erotic #romance @evernightpub
Happy Monday, boys and girls. Man, I hate Monday with a passion. So, in the interest of making a sucky day awesome, I’ve come to share a new release from the amazingly talented, Doris O’Connor.
Her latest Evernight release, The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin looks like a winner (just like the rest of her erotic titles). I hope her visit makes your Monday just a bit brighter. I know it has mine. 🙂
Take it away, Doris.
Thank you, Rebecca, for letting me share a little something from my newest release, The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin.
I dug deep with the emotions in this story, because there has to be more to a virgin auctioning off her virginity than a simple exchange of cold hard cash, right? At least in my world there is. I was quite surprised by how many young ladies seem to have jumped on the bandwagon lately, since I first heard about such an auction back in October last year, I think it was.
I thought then, hmmm, there’s a story in there, but I filed it away. My muse sat on it for a while, and then dumped a scene in my mind that I couldn’t ignore. It was a scene between Alice and her best friend, where she just found out how much she got in her auction, and we went from there.
They were discussing who on earth would pay so much, and why choose Alice.
Cue, enter the hero from stage right, who as it turns out, didn’t purchase her at all. Nope, that would have been his flighty brother…
Confused, yet? I was, I tell you, but I’ve learned to listen to my characters, and all became clear the more I wrote. What I ended up with was an intensely emotional, and hawt story of two people who meet under extraordinary circumstances, and turn out to be perfect for each other.
I loved writing these two, and I hope you’ll enjoy reading about them.
The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin
by Doris O’Connor
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Erotic Romance
Blurb: Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy. When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.
Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.
Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?
BUY LINKS:
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-billionaires-unwanted-virgin-by-doris-oconnor/
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-billionaires-unwanted-virgin-mf
All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thebillionaire039sunwantedvirgin-1189225-147.html
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-Billionaires-Unwanted-Virgin-ebook/dp/B00CMTKDSG
*****
Excerpt:
He’d bound her to him with the ridiculous terms of their arrangement, and he had no idea how she really felt about him. That her body desired him, of that there was no doubt. Could there ever be more between them? Was the trust she exhibited in her submission to him enough to build a relationship on?
Would she want to stay with him once the arranged time was over? His little Alice was a romantic. Would she settle for a life with what little he had to offer, knowing full well that he was incapable of ever saying the words every woman wanted to hear?
“Lakota?” Her uncertain whisper shook him out his maudlin thoughts. This was here, and this was now. He would live in the moment and worry about all that later. Right now he had his woman where he wanted her.
“I’m here, my sweet. Relax.”
She drew in a breath and another, in a visible effort to calm her nerves, and he bent down and kissed her again.
“Remember those candles you admired on that stall in Colombo, my sweet?”
She stilled completely and her breaths grew choppier, and he smiled.
“I see that you do… Now, feel their kiss, and fly for me.”
He’d gone hard as nails in the middle of the crowded market at her innocent reaction to his whispered comment that these were far more than scented candles. He’d bought them on impulse, waiting for the right moment to introduce them. He knew her well enough by now to know how far he could push her, and he wanted to give her the pleasure this play brought.
She flinched at the first drop of wax hit her just below the collarbone, and he swiped the drop away, watching her closely for her reaction. Again and again he repeated the process, until she arched into the touch of the wax on her skin.
He drew patterns around her breasts, leaving the wax to settle, and letting the flame burn a little hotter each time. Her breathing changed to the slow, deep state of relaxed awareness he wanted her to be in as he scribed what was in his heart on her quivering tummy.
By the time he was done his dick was just about ready to explode, and Alice was so wet, the covers were stained under her ass. He smiled to himself at the face of housekeeping in the morning and poured one last heavy drop of wax over her hugely distended clit at the same time as he thrust his cock into the tight clasp of her body, with a growled, “Come for me, baby.”
****
Alice came so hard and so fast she could barely catch her breath. The sensation of the hot wax dripping over her most sensitive flesh coupled with the feel of him sliding deep into her core, his weight pinning her in place proved too much.
She was dimly aware of Lakota reaching his own pinnacle in record time, and then she was free. Released from her bonds and held securely in his arms, she blinked to get her eyes to focus.
Her body was covered in multi-colored patters of wax, and he’d traced a word into her lower abdomen—Mine.
Alice bit back her tears, and Lakota’s hands settled over her fingers tracing the word. She looked at him, and she held her breath at the emotion she glimpsed in his eyes, before he masked it.
“I will run you a bath, and you can soak it off. I’m not going near that beautiful skin of yours with a knife.”
“Do we have to take it off?”
He grew very still at her husky question, and his voice was hoarse when he finally answered.
“I don’t want you getting sore. This is your first time. We don’t know how your skin will react.”
Alice smiled at the protectiveness and concern behind those words.
“I seem to be having a lot of firsts around you, Mr. Kemnay.”
* * * * *
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
STALKING LINKS:
Website Blog Twitter Facebook Pinterest Evernight Publishing
#WickedWednesday: How about a little Satisfaction? @evernightpub #EvernightLines
I’m so behind schedule this morning. My apologies to all for my inability to manage time properly.
This week, our Wicked Wednesday tidbit comes to us from Doris O’Connor’s most recent release, MR SATISFACTION GUARANTEED – NATASHA, which incidentally releases today. SO when you fall in love with the excerpt, you can go right out and order yourself a copy.
Today is today’s steamy excerpt: (MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY)
“Good girl. Keep holding on, face the mirrors, and spread your legs for me, pet.” His eyes connected with hers in the mirror, and the naked hunger on his face took her breath away. Her pussy clenched, and she whimpered when he stepped so close to her the heat of his skin burned into her exposed back.
“Here? Now?” she whispered, utterly unable to project the words with any conviction. He didn’t answer, just quirked one thick eyebrow and kicked her legs apart. His hand on her hips steadied her, and he pulled her dress up to her waist with the other. The slap on her ass stung and brought tears to her eyes. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out, as several more sharp slaps followed. He hit a different spot on her butt every time, and Natasha lost all sense of time, as pain morphed into bliss, and her juices ran down her inner thigh. By the time he stopped, she was arching her back into each slap. He massaged her tender skin, eliciting another moan from her, and then wrapped his hand around the long ends of her wig.
SG tugged, and her eyes flew open in horror, but she needn’t have worried. His other hand grasped the top of her head to stop the wig from coming off as he tugged hard and grasped her shoulder. He pulled her head back until it rested against his shoulder, and his breath fanned her face.
“I’ve got you, my pet, and I’m going to fuck you so hard. Would you like that, my sweet little slut?” He pulled harder, his fingers digging into her shoulder, and he released her head and undid the buttons on his jeans with one hand. The hard length of his cock dug into her ass, and Natasha whimpered her need. She didn’t think the words she’d asked to be called would turn her on quite so much.
“Answer me, slut. Do you want me to fuck you hard? Can you see how slutty you look in these mirrors? Look at yourself.”She did as he commanded, and she saw a woman flushed with arousal. With her dress around her waist, and her legs open wide, her swollen and wet pussy was on display. Her ass cheeks were red, his finger prints clearly visible, and her skin heated at the visible signs of his possession. Her huge, passion clouded eyes locked with his, as he continued to talk dirty to her. Words that no man should say to the woman they were about to fuck, but words that turned her on so much, she could feel her body climb, from listening to his gravelly voice alone.
At this moment in time she wasn’t Natasha, the cancer survivor, whom everyone treated with kid gloves. No, right now, she was a woman desired and at the mercy of her Dom. She allowed herself to let go, to enjoy the moment, and she moaned her denial when he released her briefly to free his cock and sheath himself with a condom.
*fans self* Completely intrigued, right? Same here.
BUYLINK: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
STALKING LINKS:
Website http://www.dorisoconnor.com/
Blog http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/
Twitter https://twitter.com/mamaD8
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Doris-OConnor-Romance-Author/241366635885432
Pinterest http://pinterest.com/dorisoconnor/
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Doris-O%27Connor.html
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Doris-OConnor/e/B00694IRSI/
All Romance E-Books: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Doris+O%26%23039%3BConnor
BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/doris-oconnor
New Release News: Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed – Natasha by Doris O’Connor (@mamad8)
I let Doris take over the blog for this New Release News post. Happy Monday, everyone!
Here’s Doris. 🙂
When I wrote the original Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed I thought to myself, “Hmm, this would make a good series.” However, busy with other things I shelved that idea for the time being, until I woke up one morning with my heroine for this story in my head.
Natasha literally stumbled into my head in much the same way as she stumbles into the hotel foyer. Slightly—scratch that—extremely nervous at meeting this Mr. SG, she also knows that she needs to do something to feel like a woman. Reconstructive surgery has left her with scars inside and out, and at least with him, she knows he won’t run away screaming, when he sees them—right?
As SG helps her to face her demons and fulfills her fantasies, can they ever be more than just client and escort?
I leave you with a hot little excerpt…
Blurb:
Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed, the card said – what a pretentious name for an escort.
Still, cancer survivor Natasha has to do something to reclaim her sexuality after her reconstructive surgery, and he comes highly recommended, by her mother no less.
When she meets the experienced Dom, he makes every submissive bone in her body sing, and wish for things that can never be. Or can they? Fantasy fulfillment is all well and good, but she is just another client.
As they test all of her boundaries, will their one night heal her, or break her?
Excerpt:
“I want you to play, pet. Play, or safe word out. Those are your two options. I suggest you use them wisely.”
The pressure on her shoulders increased, just enough to get slightly painful, and she took a deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to really. She ran her fingers over the keys, the movement so familiar, yet strange after all this time, and she shut her eyes.
Something haunting he’d said. How very fitting. Without any conscious thought on her part, her fingers flew, and she lost herself in the music. Tears gathered and dropped on her hands, yet still she played, her body swaying with the music. By the time the last few notes of Chopin’s Nocturne in E minor had drifted off into the ether, she felt at peace. Natasha floated on the high that playing the piano had used to give her all the time, before her cancer treatment had blown up her fingers and made playing impossible. She acknowledged the thought, but caught in her bubble of happiness and achievement, it did not have the power to hurt her just then.
When she opened her eyes, it was to find SG watching her. Heat rose in her cheeks, and her cunt clamped when she realized what she was witnessing.
He was leaning against the piano, his legs spread wide, and Jonas was giving him head. She sucked in a breath and hastily pulled her eyes back up to SG’s face. He smiled at her, and against her better judgment her gaze darted downwards. Jonas chose that moment to come up for air, and her clit clenched in need when she got her first proper view of SG’s cock. Slick from Jonas’s mouth it glistened and quivered. Jonas put one hand on SG’s thigh and grasped the other man’s heavy ball sac with the other. Jonas squeezed and then sucked one testicle into his mouth. SG’s groan of pleasure made her breathing hitch. She shouldn’t be witnessing this moment, but she couldn’t drag her gaze away either as Jonas ran his hand up and down SG’s huge cock. Pre-cum leaked on his fingers, the scent of sex heavy in the air, and Natasha licked her lips. She could almost taste the spicy, salty essence in the air. SG groaned again, the sound so low and sexy, moisture trickled past her pussy lips and onto her thighs.
Who’d have thought that watching two men in action would be such a turn on, let alone that SG would actually give her that particular fantasy. She could feel his gaze on her face, on her breasts and lower, scorching her skin as though he was running his hands over her sweat slicked flesh.
“Touch yourself for me while you watch, pet. You know you want to. But do not come without my permission. ”
Natasha balled her hands into fists, horrified to see them in her lap. She seemed to have spread her legs wide, too, giving SG, and Jonas for that matter, should he chose to look across, a perfect view of her wet cunt. She should have been mortified, but instead white hot arousal coursed through her veins. Her breathing grew heavy in tune with the men, and she ran her fingers through her wet slit. A moan escaped her lips, as the familiar tingles started. Circling her clit, she felt it swell under her fingertip, just as SG’s cock swelled and pulsed. Jonas set to work in earnest, and SG grabbed the younger man’s hair and started to fuck his mouth. Faster and harder they all worked together, to reach the pinnacle. Her fingers fell away as SG came with a roar of completion, and Jonas’s throat worked overtime swallowing down his seed. She was so close, so goddamn close, but he hadn’t given her permission to come, and she couldn’t push herself over that cliff without it, she just couldn’t.
So she stopped, not daring to move, as the cool air on her swollen folds alone started the familiar tingles of bliss. She bit her lip, and dug her hands into the leather of the piano chair. Perspiration broke out all over her body, but somehow she staved off the impending orgasm.
By the time she had herself back under control, Jonas had finished licking SG clean. He pulled the younger man up by his hair and the rough kiss that followed between them had Natasha teetering on the brink again.
Jonas was flushed and breathing so heavily his pants filled the still room when SG broke the kiss. The outline of his erect cock was clearly visible through his fitted trousers, and Jonas groaned when SG took him into a firm grip through the fabric.
“Want to help our boy out here, my pet? I think he deserves a treat, don’t you? And as you’ve been such a good girl you deserve one, too. Jonas here does wonders with his tongue.” He patted Jonas’s head, and the young man colored and bowed his head in submission.
Natasha couldn’t tear her eyes away from the outline of that erection, and SG chuckled. He released Jonas who immediately resumed his previous position on the floor. SG pulled Natasha to her feet so roughly that she would have stumbled, had he not picked her up and set her on the piano. The keys clanged as her feet settled on them. Natasha winced at the sound, before his mouth came down hard on hers and she forgot to think altogether. He tasted just as she imagined he would, raw, masculine, earthy, with just a hint of Jonas’s scent still clinging to his firm lips. He shifted, and another set of hands spread her thighs wide, before an extremely skillful tongue delved into her channel, and she screamed into the kiss SG gave her.
He broke the kiss and smiled at her, the warm approval in his eyes her undoing.
****
Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed—Natasha releases March 13th through Evernight Publishing
BUYLINK: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
STALKING LINKS:
Website http://www.dorisoconnor.com/
Blog http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/
Twitter https://twitter.com/mamaD8
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Doris-OConnor-Romance-Author/241366635885432
Pinterest http://pinterest.com/dorisoconnor/
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Doris-O%27Connor.html
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Doris-OConnor/e/B00694IRSI/
All Romance E-Books: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Doris+O%26%23039%3BConnor
BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/doris-oconnor
New Release News: Sol and the Magic Fingers by Doris O’Connor (@mamad8) @evernightpub #erotic #romance
Today’s release news comes to you from my friend and fellow Evernight author, Doris O’Connor as she makes her debut in Evernight’s Romance on the Go line.
What the heck is that, you say?
From Evernight’s website: Romance on the Go titles are stand alone short stories that can be read during work breaks, on the bus, in the waiting room, or before bed.
Let’s have a look at Ms. O’Connor’s new tale. I can tell you right now — I LOVE the cover.
Take it away, Doris 🙂
Thanks so much for having me here today to share a little about my new release, Sol and the Magic Fingers.
This story was a dream to write, because it literally wrote itself J I’ve always been fascinated by Genies. Aladdin was one of my favourite stories as a child. So, when a reader left a comment on my blog wishing for a magical e-reader, I immediately thought, “Oohh, now there’s an idea.”
I was busy with other things, until New Year’s Eve, when I was standing at my kitchen sink, doing the washing up, and … Poof … in true Genie style there was Sol in my head, telling me the entire first chapter.
Now, I love it when that happens, but it was New Year’s Eve and I had a poorly toddler to boot. However, I know when resistance is futile, and like the dutiful author I am, I sat down and took dictation. Four am the next morning saw me type The End. J
So, there you have it. The magical journey of Sol, lol. I hope you enjoy reading his story as much as I enjoyed writing it…
Title: Sol and the Magic Fingers
Author: Doris O’Connor
Publisher: Evernight Publishing – Romance on the Go
Release Date: February 19, 2013
Genre: Erotic Romance
Blurb: Breaking your e-reader at the end of a long and trying day is enough to send any woman over the edge. Karen’s one treat are her naughty stories. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Saucy stories in the old library? It doesn’t seem likely, but when Karen is sent home with an odd looking reading device magic happens at the touch of her fingers. Is the drop dead gorgeous man she encounters real or just a flight of her imagination?
Caught in a weekend of sexual delight, will she lose her heart, as well as her inhibitions? And is there any future for the two of them?
Excerpt: (MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY)
She jumped up, rinsed off her plate in the sink, and grabbing a fresh cup of coffee on the way, headed for the sanctuary of her bedroom. Here she liked to immerse herself in her stories, to forget about her worries, and let herself be transported into another world of drop dead gorgeous men, who actually knew how to pleasure a woman, and didn’t leave their dirty socks on your bedroom floor. She giggled at the thought and ran her hands over the e-reader. Just like before it seemed to come to life in her hands. It shimmered and grew, and as if by magic the story she’d been reading appeared on the screen. Well, Mr. Jones had said it was in there. She found her place and started reading.
Two hours later she dropped the reader out of her clammy hands and drew a ragged breath into her lungs. Wow, that had been an intense read. The story was hot, but somehow, this time round it had felt as though she had been the heroine in the book, so engrossed had she been in the scenes unfolding in her mind. Beads of perspiration covered her body, and her breasts felt heavy and so sensitive that the slightest touch of her blouse against her hard nipples sent darts of stinging awareness between her thighs. Her underwear was soaked through with the evidence of her arousal, and a mere brush of her fingers over the engorged nub at the top of her slit was all it took for her to tumble into a breathtaking orgasm.
When she had her breathing back under control, she smiled, as her fingertips touched the reader. It brightened and vibrated slightly, and Karen couldn’t stop herself from murmuring her wish.
“If only you could magic me a real life man like the ones in your stories.” The reader grew hot, and Karen yelped as it burned her fingertips. She blew on them and frowned, but the reader was once again back to normal. Still that odd looking design, but not glowing, vibrating, or otherwise, and—she touched it gingerly—not hot. Karen shook her head at her fanciful imaginings and headed for the shower.
That’s what she needed, a nice long, hot shower to chase away the cobwebs and a chance to try out her new waterproof dildo. She sniggered as she turned on the shower and eyed the huge phallus shaped object. She would see…
She switched on the shower and stepped under the heavy stream. The power shower had been the major selling point when Karen had bought her apartment. Where other women soaked in the bath, she lingered in the shower. Nothing like letting the jets of hot water soothe cramping muscles and drain the stresses of the day down the swirling plughole. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She wasn’t really standing in the shower—no she was on a tropical island under a cascading waterfall, waiting for her lover to appear. She smiled and cupped her breasts, imagining it was another set of hands massaging the heavy globes. She leaned back against the tiles to steady herself, only in her imagination it was her lover’s hard muscled chest. Two strong arms circled her, and her heart did a silly little flop, as teeth grazed her ear.
“I’ve got you. Just let yourself feel.” The deeply seductive, slightly accented voice dripped over her senses, like hot, molten chocolate, and the unmistakable edge of command caused a delicious flutter of excitement deep inside her core. He trailed his large, slightly calloused hands along her arms and pulled them up high above her head. Something wrapped around her wrists and another tug brought her up on her tiptoes. She swayed until his hard arm ‘round her waist grounded her against him. A hair-roughened thigh slipped between her legs, creating delicious friction against her core, and a rush of her juices coated her nether lips.
“Who are you?” She had to ask, even if it meant spoiling the magic, for the hard cock pressing into her ass cheeks left her in no doubt that she was not on her own. Either she was fast asleep, having the most erotic dream yet, or she had indeed been joined in the shower by an unknown man, whose clean and slightly spicy musk permeated her consciousness, and pitched her arousal higher still. Like the strongest aphrodisiac, his scent surrounded her, strange and familiar all at once, and the frisson of fear the absurdity of the situation brought with it, just increased the intensity of her feelings.
“I’m Sol, and I’m here to make your dreams come true. Will you let me?”
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Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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An Interview with Doris O’Connor, Author of Too Devious To Tame @evernightpub
As a special treat, today I’ve scored a visit from erotic romance author, Doris O’Connor. She was kind enough to let me pick her brain a bit as part of today’s new release news.
A big thank you to Doris for taking the time to answer my silly questions in the name of promoting her latest release, TOO DEVIOUS TO TAME.
Bex: When did you first start writing? What made you want to be a writer?
Doris: I’ve always spun stories in my head for as long as I can remember. I used to get into terrible trouble at school for day dreaming, and my gran used to box me around the head on a regular basis ‘to pay attention.’ Lol She meant well, I guess.
I started countless novels as a teenager, wrote some fanfic as you do, and that’s as far as it went until September 2010. A friend entered a writing competition and encouraged me to do it also. I didn’t get anywhere in that competition but I haven’t stopped writing since.
Bex: What inspired you to write your novel, Too Devious To Tame? Is there an interesting story behind it?
Doris: Well, Too devious To Tame is book three in a series, and I actually started this story back in 2010. I had written book one during Nano that year and I’d fallen in love with the Giovanni, so book two quickly followed, and then this one, and then I stalled.
You see, this story is much darker than the other two in parts, and back then I was newly pregnant and hormonal and couldn’t cope with writing it.
I still found parts of it tough all this time later, but I never shirk away from a challenge and I knew I needed to write Giorgio and Jemima’s story, and I needed to do it justice. So, during Nano last year, I pulled up my big girl panties and let my characters guide me to tell the story they wanted me to tell.
As a result, this book has jumped a heat level!
Bex: Are you a pantser or a plotter?
Doris: I’m a complete and utter panster. I never know what will happen when I sit down to write. In this story I had many moments of, “Oh Wow, I so didn’t see that coming.” It all makes sense and somehow comes together, but the whole process is a bit of a mystery to me. I’ve learnt to simply listen to my characters and write what they tell me, even it doesn’t make sense at the time. They know their story after all, so who I am to argue 😉
Bex: Do you have any writing rituals or special processes you complete before sitting down to write?
Doris: LOL, I’m a mum of nine, so I haven’t got the luxury of that. I write whenever I get a chance to, mostly late at night when everyone is asleep. Though I’ve been known to write whilst cooking dinner, when the characters are screaming at me. Writing sex scenes whilst sorting out arguments between the kids can be interesting I tell you!
Bex: What authors inspire you?
Doris: I have many automatic buy authors, and every book that I read inspires me in some way. But, if I had to name just one then it would have to be my very good friend and honorary grandma of my youngest. Raven McAllan is a prolific writer. She also ‘redits’ all my work and spurs me on when I feel like procrastinating, as do the other members in my critique group. I’m very lucky to have such a fantastic support network.
Bex: Which of the characters in your current release is your favorite? Why?
Doris: I would have to say Stella Giovanni. She lightens the mood like only she can, and I so have to give her her own story. She has been a favourite of mine all through the three books, and I think a book just for her would be such a hoot to write. The woman is just impossible, lol.
Bex: Are any of your characters modeled after real people? If so, which ones?
Doris: I did that once. It was very cathartic to have my heroine say everything to this person that I would like to have said to that particularly annoying person in real life. And no, I am not telling you who, to protect the innocent.
Bex: If allowed to keep only one book on your bookshelf, what would it be?
Doris: Only one? Meeep! Could you imagine? It would have to be Gone With The Wind. I just adore that story!
Bex: Morning person or grumpy bear?
Doris: Oh, the grumpiest of grumpy bears ever. You don’t want to come near me until I’ve had several coffees, you really don’t.
Bex: Coke or Pepsi?
Doris: Coke every time.
Bex: If I were to look in your closet right now, would I find frills and lace or demin and tees?
Doris: Hahah, me and frills and lace?!? I’m a tee and jeans girl, always have been, always will be.
Bex: If you were only allowed to eat one dessert for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Doris: Chocolate mousse
Bex: What scares you the most?
Doris: Losing my children. I don’t know how any parent could cope with that.
Bex: If you were taken and places on a deserted island, and were allowed one other human being to spend your life with you on that island, who would you choose?
Doris: Hmm, I should say my husband here, shouldn’t I? But if we’re talking fantasy, then it would have to be Alexander Skarsgard. *sighs to self*
Bex: Zombies or Vampires? Why?
Doris: Vampires, because they are so damn sexy.
Bex: Now that we’ve gotten to know Doris a bit better, let’s have a look at her latest release, TOO DEVIOUS TO TAME.
Blurb: When Giorgio Giovanni tracks the troublesome Jemima down in a hospital bed in Italy, he has one thing on his mind—revenge. However, the fragile woman he encounters is not the devious female he remembers. When it becomes clear that she is in danger, he risks everything to keep her safe.
Left for dead, Jemima wakes up in hospital, terrified, and with no idea of her identity. The angry man, who comes to claim her, is the only link to a shared past she can’t remember. A past that threatens to destroy them, and all she has ever held dear.
With danger all around them, and their sexual chemistry off the scale, can they find their way back to each other, or is the past too devious to tame?
** NOTE: The information contained below is for mature audiences only. If you are offended by erotic literature or are under 18, please do not read further. **
Excerpt:
Tears clouded her vision at the concern in his voice, and he swore and moved to untie her.
“No, I’m fine, really. Leave it. Show me how it should be, please. Help me to forget.”
He stared at her for the longest time, one large hand, hot and heavy on her belly, his gaze so intense it took her breath away. When he finally smiled, it lit up his harsh features. She didn’t catch the murmured Italian words he mumbled under his breath, but the kiss that followed had her curl her toes into the bed with the effort to not release herself from her bonds and bury her hands in his hair to make him hurry up and fuck her.
He was breathing as heavily as she by the time he released her, and she bit back a moan when he simply ripped the rest of her dress off her. Her bra and knickers followed the fate of her dress, until she lay in front of him naked, wet, and wanting. He ran his knuckles slowly up and down her tummy in ever widening circles, and then reached across to the ice bucket with a slow grin.
“Shut your eyes for me, cara.” His voice had dropped an octave, and her stomach dropped right with it, seeing him hold a couple of ice cubes in his fingers. She shook her head and bucked off the bed, when he flicked his hand over her breasts. Ice cold drops of water fell on her skin and trickled between the valley of her breasts. He licked the drops away, his warm tongue taking away the coldness left by the water.
“Shut your eyes, trust me. This will be so much better for you when you can’t see what I’m doing.” He kissed a path down her quivering tummy, and she blinked back tears at the tender way he caressed her abdomen. He paused to drop a long kiss just above her pubic bone, and his hot breath teased her wet folds. Her clit tingled, and she shut her eyes, as he renewed his request for her to do so. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but the bed dipped as he adjusted his weight again. His hot mouth closed over one of her nipples at the same time as the other was subjected to an ice cube being circled around it.
She gasped at the intense sensation, and Giorgio swapped sides. The difference between his warm mouth and tongue and the ice cube sent her body into spasms of need. She writhed under him, and he laughed. Again and again he repeated the process all along her body. A path of ice, followed by the warmth of his tongue as he licked the icy trails away, leaving fiery awareness in its wake. By the time he finally reached her pussy, she was hovering on the brink of orgasm. She whimpered her need when he pushed an ice cube high into her channel and then proceeded to lick around her clit, careful to never touch her when she needed him most. The melting ice cube mixed in with her own juices and trickled slowly out her hole. Her pussy clenched, and she didn’t recognize the needy voice pleading with him to please do something.
He blew against her slit and shouldered her legs wider.
“Così bello, e tutto mio.” He followed the words with a kiss, and she screamed when he pulled her clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, at the same time as he pushed another ice cube into her empty channel. Her walls closed around the slippery object, and spasmed wildly as the first quivers of her orgasm hit. Giorgio groaned into her core and stepped up his sweet torture on her clit. When he pushed two fingers into her core, and massaged her sweet spot, the intensity of her orgasm hit her with the full force of freight train.
“That’s it, tesoro, fly for me.” He caught her scream of release in his mouth, and she could taste herself in the passionate kiss he gave her, dimly aware of him withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. Thick, hard, and so very long he filled her completely as he pushed into her swollen core, until he was seated to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her feet into his calves to give him better access and to take him as deep as she could. He started thrusting, every move driving him deeper into her, and tumbling her right over the edge again, as her inner muscles contracted around his thick member. Faster and faster he pumped, his harsh breathing in her ear the most erotic sound ever, his hands and lips seemingly everywhere, arousing every little bit of skin he touched until her whole body was a mass of sensation. Again her body climbed toward that peak of sheer joy, and this time Giorgio was with her every step of the ecstatic journey they took together. Her eyes flew open, and she drowned in the rolling depths of emotion she saw reflected in his, as they came together in their explosive release.
When her body finally stopped shaking, she could taste the salt of tears in her mouth. Giorgio kissed them off her face, and he released her from her bonds, and pulled her into his embrace. She had to smile at his grumbled, “If this is pretending, then I hate to see what will happen when we do this for real.”
Now, if you’re anything like me, you’re steamed up, and ready to pick up a copy of Too Devious to Tame.
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