Monday, 21 May 2012

Author Spotlight - Day One - Doris O'Connor

Today I am welcoming Doris O'Connor. She is an author who has the ability to write not only Paranormal, but Erotic as well with a little sprinkle of contemporary thrown in there for good measure.

Doris is a very busy lady but I can be very, errr, persuasive when I put my mind to it...so without further ado I will let her introduce herself!
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Hi Folks,

So Cherie pinned me down and waved her paddle at me, so I had to come and say Hi. Not going to argue with our resident Queen Geek *ducks*

So, who am I? Depends who you ask, really, and what time of day it is. I wear so many different hats I'm not even sure I know who I am anymore, apart from a slightly nutty person, who's a slave to the voices in her head.

Noooo, put away the straight jacket… then again, that could be fun…

Oh dear, Cherie is glaring at me, so I better behave.

I made a New Year's Resolution back in Jan 2011 and that was to be published. November that year saw me achieve that. Probably the one and only time ever, I did stick to one of those. From my lofty dreams of wanting to write a novel one day, I seem to have evolved into an Erotic Author, and I must say I'm loving it. Hubby of almost twenty five years gets a bit of a kick out of answering the inevitable question of, "So, what does your wife do?" with a snigger and a grin and a, "She writes bestselling Erotic Paranormal, Contemporary, and BDSM novels."

The teens are less enthused with the Erotic label, "No offence mum, but I don't want to know what goes in your imagination." (Which is probably a wise move, lol.)

The little ones tell everyone, and I do mean everyone that mummy is an author and she writes "adult stuff". Makes for some interesting convos at the school gate, I tell you. And the baby, just snuggles in and tries to type for me. Thank the lord for the undo button on Word, that's all I'm saying. 

Hubby and I live with our brood of nine kids in a large town in Bedfordshire, and when I'm not drowning in laundry, or playing taxi service, or United Nations peace keeper, I write sensual, sexy tales to keep you entertained and get you hot and bothered.

*grins*

I leave you with an excerpt from one of my latest releases Riding Her Tiger:

Can one night change your life forever? 

Estelle has been lusting after her kinky boss Nathan for ages, but how you do you snare a much older Dom? You enlist the help of the internet.

Matched to exploration facilitator Ink, Estelle explores her submissive fantasies to the full. When online sex turns to a real life ménage will a case of mistaken identity ruin her chances with Nathan?

Or will the shifter claim his mate?


 
Excerpt

"Lean back against me, and relax. Nothing is going to happen, yet." Her stomach tightened at the growled words into her neck, and she watched as he grabbed the huge sponge by the side of the bath and proceeded to run it up and down her arms slowly. He washed every inch of her body with great care. Her breasts grew heavy and her breathing shallow, her nipples jutting out into the humid air of the bathroom, and he smiled into her neck. By the time his hands reached her pussy she was so aroused the slightest scrape of the sponge against her labia sent her tumbling into an orgasm.
Ink groaned into her neck, and she froze. Shiiit! He hadn't given her permission to come. 
"Ah, sweetheart, that was fucking hot, but not very wise." Her eyes flew open at Grisha's husky words, and her mouth went dry. "We'll have to think of a suitable punishment, Ink." The Russian was stark naked, his huge swollen cock jutting up out of its nest of thick, black hair, to his tight abdomen, the tip glistening with drops of pre-cum. She hadn't been able to fully appreciate the sheer size of him before, and she licked her lips. He smiled at her and fisted himself with slow, measured strokes. Her cunt clenched, and her insides tightened, recalling his earlier promise. She was never going to be able take him in her ass.
As if Ink had heard her thoughts, his hands spread her ass cheeks, and his fingers probed. She bit her lip at the invasion of two and then three long fingers.
"Indeed we will, Grisha." She squirmed as he thrust his fingers in and out of her tight hole. He pinched her clit with his other hand, and Estelle moaned as the pain zinged along her pussy, to join with the sensations spreading from her ass. She whimpered when he released the tight nub of nerves only to repeat the action, again, and again. Her labia swelled and throbbed, and she writhed in the water, dimly aware of Grisha joining them in the bath. He knelt in front of her, and his hands grabbed her hips, holding her still.
"Stop moving, and take your punishment like a good little sub, sweetheart." He smiled when she went still, and Estelle bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. She watched as he leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He bit down hard, and tears sprang into Estelle's eyes.  He soothed the sting with his tongue and then repeated the action to the other nipple. Ink pinched her clit in time to Grisha's bites, his fingers in her ass pushing deeper and deeper, until Estelle couldn't distinguish between the waves of pain swamping her. Pain that morphed into something else entirely. Unable to keep her eyes open, she let her head fall back onto Ink's shoulder. Her body felt lighter, every nerve-ending on fire, sending pulses of heat through her veins, Ink's murmured encouragements in her ear grounding her in the here and now.
Her skin tightened, and her clit throbbed in time with the waves rushing through her. She shuddered when cool air hit her wet flesh, before she encountered smooth leather. Ink pushed her down until her breasts were flattened against the padded bench, and she gasped as her legs and arms were fastened. Before she could panic at being restrained to the spanking bench, Grisha's face was in front of her.
"Focus, sweetheart, on me. Breathe with me, and count the strokes." He looked behind her, and Ink's warm hands massaged her butt cheeks.
"She really has a fantastic ass, Grisha. She'll look hot as sin when it's nice and pink from our hands." Ink's voice send tingles of awareness through her, and her panic subsided. His hand dipped lower and spread her pussy lips. He bit her ass, and she squirmed when his fingers sank deep into her already weeping channel. He curled them into a figure of eight, and Estelle panted her excitement as her sensitized tissues responded instantly.
She closed her eyes against the knowing smirk on Grisha's face.
"How is she doing, Ink? Though I bet she's wet for us."
Estelle screwed her eyes shut tighter at Ink's chuckled confirmation.
"Now remember, Estelle, no coming until I give you permission, or you'll be strapped to this thing for a very long time indeed." Ink's voice had lost its amusement, and Estelle breathed her confirmation.
"Good girl, sweetheart, you can do it." Grisha brushed a kiss across her lips. "Now count."
The first slap took her by surprise, and she screeched.
"Count, Estelle." Ink's voice brooked no argument.
"O…one." She bit back tears and barely caught her breath before the next slap came. "Two." Slap. "Three…"
Grisha's hands massaged her shoulders. He murmured Russian words she didn't understand, the warmth of his hands chasing away the goose bumps spreading over her body. Her butt on fire, the strange floating sensations returned. Her pussy clenched with each slap of Ink's hand across her ass until all of her senses heightened. Every trickle of her arousal down her legs left a wave of fire in its wake, sensations too intense to name consuming her. Her body climbed, tensing, clenching, clamoring for the tension within to burst to freedom.
With one last slap hard enough to send her body forward along the bench as far as the restraints would allow, Estelle breathed, "Fifteen."
"Good girl, you did so well." She hardly heard Grisha over the rushing in her ears, her heart beating so loudly, she felt sick. She winced at the coolness placed over her burning ass, and when her restraints were removed she collapsed into Ink's arms.

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Now ain't you glad I "persuaded" Doris to stop by.  

Check back tomorrow for her another of her books.....two words Giovanni Clan......just saying..

Until tomorrow....remember a little petulance can be cute, but throwing yourself on the floor in a full blown temper tantrum will just have your Dom/me walking away pretending they don't know you.
 

2 comments:

  1. Just popping in to say hi to Ink and Grisha :D

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    1. Lol, they are very pleased to see you ;-)

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