Feature Friday ~ Claimed by her Bears by Doris O’Connor #mustread #BDSM #shifters #Bears @MamaD8 @EvernightPub

 

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my newest release, Claimed By her Bears.
 
Loosely based on Goldilocks and the three bears, this is my version of one of my
favourite Fairytales with a decidedly naughty spin.
 
Imagine being Goldie. You’re not only running late, but you just have to tumble right into
your new CEO’s arms, covering both of you in coffee at the same time. Not the best impression to make on the new, sex on legs boss.
 
Jason Stanhope, for that matter, did not expect to have his mate tumble into his arms
on his first day at the office. His very human, clueless about shifters, and inexperienced in the lifestyle mate.
 
What’s a Dom to do?
 
This delectable human morsel will run for the hills, if he reveals his bear, never mind the
fact that he comes as a package deal, won’t she?
 
Well, Goldie might be human, but she has a few surprises of her own up her sleeve as
it were, and as she embarks on a crash course in all things BDSM, she surprises
not only her bears, but also herself.
 
In her words:
“To heck with labels and what other people might think.”

Let the naughty fun begin *g*

 
 
 
Blurb:
 
Take one very human girl. Add three bear shifters and one BDSM club. Shake well…
When Goldie Lockwood tumbles into the arms of the new CEO, she falls head over heels in lust with the enigmatic Dom. Interested in the lifestyle she might be, but Jason Stanhope seems way out of her league.
Jason’s bear wants nothing more than to bend Goldie over his desk and claim her right
there, but that wouldn’t be appropriate. This bear shifter comes as a package deal—three for the prize of one. As the oldest of triplets, his mate will also have to submit to his brother and sister.
While Goldie responds beautifully to his training, will a weekend at the club be one step too far, or can she be the sweet sub the siblings need?
Revealing their bears might very well make Goldilocks live up to her name.
 
 
Excerpt:
He had originally planned to spank her insolent ass, and then fuck her over his desk, but when she hadn’t appeared, his mood had darkened. For one soul wrenchingly disappointing second he’d thought she’d run out on him, and then his bear had picked up the scent of aroused woman. He’d tracked her down to the ladies’, and just when he thought he’d have to break the door in, she had appeared, and a new plan had taken hold.
Her untutored responses to him had made the Dom in him roar, and his bear had positively strutted at them. Fucking her now was out of the question. His volatile animal was too close to the surface, and he would not be able to resist biting her. No, it was far safer for everyone involved to consummate their relationship at the safety of the club, where his bear would be easier to control in the company of Jacob and Cat.
Besides, they had to establish the ground rules, and his little Goldilocks had some homework to do, starting right now.
He spread his legs and raised an eyebrow at her when she just stood there, staring at him openmouthed.
“I’m waiting, girl. If you can’t follow a simple instruction then this ain’t gonna
work out between us.” She gasped at that, and grinning he reached out and shut
her mouth with his index finger under her chin. A shudder went through her when
he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her kiss swollen lips, and she pouted when
he withdrew again.
“Can’t you just spank me or something, and get that punishment over with, please,
Sir?” Jason threw his head back and laughed, and her pout deepened, but when he shook
his head, she gave an exaggerated sigh, and slowly inched the hemline of her skirt up.
It was his turn to groan when her pretty pink pussy lips came into view. Delightfully bare, they glistened in her dew, and his bear huffed his need for a taste of the nectar between her legs.
Jason had to clear his throat to get his voice to work, and the little minx grinned at him. “Spread your legs, girl. Give your Sir a good view.”
With a groan to match his, Goldie complied, and Jason had to rub his aching shaft through his trousers to gain some relief, as her outer lips opened to reveal the bounty therein. Her inner lips darkened in color the longer he stared at them, as the blood rushed to that area. Her engorged clit stood proudly out its hood, almost daring him to devour it with his teeth, and her pussy hole clenched and released, causing more of her juices
to trickle out of it and down the inside of her thighs.
“Now, that is a pretty sight, my girl. I bet you want to come pretty badly right now,
don’t you.”
“Ye-es.”
He smirked at her strangled answer, and taking his phone out of his pocket got to his knees to take some candid close up shots of his girl’s cunt. Both Jacob and Cat would sure appreciate those, not to mention he would, while he imagined himself balls deep  inside that pretty flesh.
“What are you doing, Sir?” Her voice wobbled, but she didn’t close her legs either,
and pride surged in him. Maybe this would work out after all. Not claiming her as his was already too painful to contemplate. All three of them would just have to work really hard to make her fall in love with them so that the small matter of them shifting into grizzlies wouldn’t freak her out too much.
He had a sudden vision of her running away screaming from the club when she found out about them like her namesake in the popular fairytale. He shook his head to free it of those disturbing thoughts, and getting back to his feet showed her the last picture he’d just taken.
“Just taking a picture of what’s mine, girl.”
Goldie glanced at the screen briefly and blushed crimson.
“No need to be ashamed, Goldilocks. You have the prettiest little cunt I’ve ever
seen, and I can’t wait to claim it.”
The hopeful look she threw his way made him laugh, and he shook his head.
“Not today though.” He pulled the hemline of her pencil skirt down and tapped her
nose.
“You can close your legs now, but remember what I said. No making yourself come, and no panties. I’ll be checking to make sure you follow that rule, and if you
don’t…” He grinned at her sharp intake of breath when he swatted her ass twice.
“You won’t be able to sit that pretty behind of yours down for a week, got it?”
 “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, and he brushed his lips over hers, drinking in the scent of his woman.
“You have some homework to do first, and when I think you’re ready, we’ll be taking
that step at the club.”
Her eyes widened anew at that proclamation.
“The club?” she asked. “Not the one all the staff is dying to find out about?”
Jason tapped her nose again and stepping away, pulled out the list of websites he’d printed off for her earlier out his trouser pocket.
“The very same, baby, only, you’re looking at the new owner. Well one of them. My sister and brother own a third each.”
“There’s more of you?” Her voice rose in her astonishment, and he knew now was the perfect time to test the waters.
“Yes, we’re triplets, and…” He let his words trail off waiting for her reaction, and
she didn’t disappoint.
“Triplets? I guess that makes you really close, right?” she asked, and when he just
shrugged his shoulders, she wrapped her arms around herself.
“Is there a reason you’re telling me this now?” she asked, and he nodded.
“Let’s just say, we like to share—everything.”

 

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Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi,
BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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Excerpt and #Giveaway for Panther Magic by Doris O’Connor #Menage #Paranormal @MamaD8 @EvernightPub

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Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my new release, Panther Magic, book five in The Projects series. :o)

Famous magicians Zeb and Arran Harris are at the end of their current tour, and kicking back at the spa-with-a-difference when they scent their mate. The fiery Zeb is all for swinging the delicious human morsel over his shoulder and stalking off with their prey, but his more level headed and five minutes younger twin Arran urges caution.

After all, as responsive as Kate seems to them, she is human, and there is the small matter of her animosity toward all things magic.

Magic is in the brothers’ blood as much as their need to shift, and as their mate and sub, Kate will have to accept all of them.

A slow seduction is what’s needed, but when circumstances force the brothers’ hand, that plan goes out of the window and their animal instincts take over with disastrous results.

It’s just as well Kate has spirit, because she has to rescue her Sirs right back.

Prepare to laugh, cry, and get somewhat hot and bothered, because when these three get together, they ignite the pages.

 

Blurb:

There’s no such thing as magic…

Kate doesn’t believe in it, let alone the panther sort Arran and Zeb Harris are famous for. Using animals in their act is just downright cruel. If only she could convince her libido of that. Instead she seems to have fallen head over heels in lust with those sex-on-legs twin brothers. Getting laid will cure this, surely?

When panther shifters Arran and Zeb scent their mate, they know they’ll have a fight on their hands. The delectable human morsel might be submissive, but Kate has spirit, never mind the small matter she has no idea shifters exist.

They want her submission freely given and not forced upon her by the mysterious mating bond. However, when their panthers kill while rescuing Kate, that bond might well be the only thing to keep them alive.

It’s up to Kate to save her Sirs.

 

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Adult Excerpt:

“Sirs, are we going to play—now?” The words came out hesitant, but her breathing sped up when Zeb walked toward her and placed the end of his crop under her chin to nudge her head up. He slowly ran it along her throat, rested it on each of their bite marks and then trailed it along her collarbone and into the valley of her breasts.

“I thought we might, unless you have any objections?”

Kate shook her head and whispered a shaky, “No, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Zeb trailed the tip across her lace covered breasts, and over each nipple in turn, and Kate gasped and tried her best not to squirm.

Arran barely managed to hold in a groan of his own. It was incredibly erotic watching their girl reacting to his brother’s strokes against her flesh. Her skin took on the rosy glow of arousal, and her nipples firmed into hard buds that strained against the delicate blue lace covering them. Zeb nudged her knees apart further with his foot, and traced the tip of the crop over her quivering abdomen and down to her delectable wet pussy. The fabric covering her slit darkened further, and Arran’s nostrils flared as the sweet musk of her arousal filled the air. His cock jerked, and he stroked along his length to give himself some relief.

Zeb looked back at him and smirked, and mimicked Arran’s actions on his own dick. Kate licked her lips when she noticed, and moved toward Zeb, but he brought the riding crop down between her legs. It flicked across her wet slit, and Kate jumped and moaned. It was such a deep throated sound that Arran’s balls drew tight, and he fisted himself harder.

“Such a naughty girl we have. So wet for us already, so eager for a cock, aren’t you? Tell me, wildcat, how badly do you want my cock?”

Zeb took himself in hand more firmly as he spoke to her, and Kate’s gaze seemed riveted to the action of his hand going up and down his shaft. Arran fisted himself faster, as Kate’s pink little tongue dipped out and licked her lips. Drops of pre-cum emerged from the tip of his cock, and he rubbed his thumb over his wet slit, and used the natural lubrication to fist himself harder. It felt way too good, and his grunt of pleasure brought Kate’s attention back to him.

Zeb laughed when he noticed.

“Or perhaps you want my brother’s cock?”

Kate looked between them, and she nodded.

“What’s that, girl? I can’t hear you. Which cock do you want? Mine or Arran’s, or perhaps you want both?”

Arran and Kate both groaned in unison, and Zeb’s grin deepened. His sadistic brother always did get a kick out of playing mind games, and seeing both Arran’s and Kate’s discomfort no doubt turned him on.

“Hmm, perhaps you’ll get your wish, and we’ll fill all your holes today. Would my little wildcat like that?”

A moan was his only answer, and without warning Zeb brought the riding crop down across her thigh. Kate yelped, and a red thin stripe appeared across her pale flesh immediately. Zeb repeated the action to her other leg, and tears sprang into Kate’s eyes, yet her sweet musk increased tenfold, and Arran’s beast near salivated at tasting the bounty between her legs.

“Yes, Sir, please, anything … I’m yours.”

Kate’s whispered reply was music to Arran’s ears, and Zeb winked at him.

“Good girl, you best start with my little brother then. He looks about ready to explode.”

Kate’s gaze sought Arran’s, and the love and need to please that shone out of her right now meant the world to him. She made to rise, but Zeb’s heavy hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“Who said anything about getting up, girl? I want you to crawl, and swing those hips and tits. Give Arran a show, and then suck him good. I don’t want to see a drop of his cum spilled, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir.” Kate’s eager reply and the speed with which she complied meant that Arran had to pinch the bottom of his shaft to stop himself from shooting his load like some inexperienced teenager. He was so fucking close already, and judging by the wicked grin on his brother’s face Zeb knew that, too. He mentally flipped his brother the finger, and then concentrated on the poetry in motion that was Kate crawling toward him. With an inherent grace that would have done any cat shifter proud she put one hand in front of the other, and slid her knees across the soft carpet, while swinging her hips from side to side.

Zeb’s face dropped, and he seemed unable to tear his gaze away from her ass. Zeb had always been an ass man, and seeing her pale globes so beautifully presented to him, had to be torture for his brother. Served the bastard right.

All conscious thought fled Arran’s brain when Kate reached him, looked up at him from under her naturally long eyelashes, and smiled.

“Sir? May I please suck your cock?”

 

 

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About Doris:

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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#BookSpotlight ~ Let’s Get It On by Doris O’Connor #Menage #BDSM @MamaD8

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Thanks so much for having me on your blog.

Let’s Get it On was one of those stories that kept on growing and growing, and morphed into something completely different from what I first had in mind.

Two hot, dominant brothers who both want the same woman… Yeah, Lily didn’t stand a chance, really. Don’t be fooled by the title, though. Yes, there is an awful lot of hot sex in this story, but it’s also a story about three people falling in love, and learning to trust again. Not easy for either one of them. There are lots of obstacles they have to overcome to make this unusual relationship work, especially when Lily’s ugly past rears its head.

Love conquers all, however, and Lily finds true peace in her submission to her men.

Blurb:
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, caning, ice play, erotic asphyxiation, sex toys, HEA]

When Lily Jephson falls asleep at work, her erotic dream is witnessed by none other than her boss’s brother. Awkward doesn’t begin to describe it, especially when she can’t help but respond to the enigmatic Dom. She wants his brother…doesn’t she?

Cyrus Cooper loves to play games, and he can’t resist the opportunity to yank his brother’s chain a bit. Nothing will convince the stubborn Sloan more to finally make a move on Lily than thinking this delightful subbie is involved with Cyrus.

However, when it becomes apparent that Lily needs help to work through the emotional scars left behind by her early introduction into the lifestyle, Cyrus knows this is far more than a game. The brothers are just the Doms to show her what a true D/s relationship should be like.

Lily thrives under their combined Dominance, but when her old Master re-appears her life is put in danger.

She has never needed her Sirs more.
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Excerpt:  

“Hmm, such a sweet, delicious subbie we have here. Dessert number two for you and me, me thinks.”

Cyrus’s sandpapery voice sunk into her consciousness, and she almost leapt off the chair when both men’s hands delved between her pussy lips this time. Sloan sunk several fingers knuckle-deep into her hole, while Cyrus circled her clit repeatedly.

They murmured their approval as she grew embarrassingly wet for them, and, biting back a moan, lifted her hips to give them better access. She curled her fingers round the edges of her chair to give her more leverage. God, she was close, so close, if only—

The yank to her hair hurt, and brought her arousal down a notch, and she whimpered her denial when both men withdrew their hands from her cunt.

“Naughty little subbie, trying to hurry us along.” Cyrus’s stubble created more tingles of awareness across the sensitive area under her ear, as he whispered the words to her and then bit down on her earlobe. His fingers dug into the flesh of her upper thigh as she jerked and tried to close her legs. Sloan, too, had a bruising grip on her other leg, and, pinned between her men, she couldn’t move.

“Please… I need to, please?” The barely still functioning side of Lily’s brain marveled at the desperate quality to her voice, but the needs of her body won over. These were her men, and they would take care of her, eventually. Rushing them when they were both in full Dom mode wouldn’t achieve anything.

“Trust us. Let us take you out of your head for a little while, pet.” Sloan’s voice this time, and Lily sighed and nodded. Sloan claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss and she jumped when something incredibly cold dribbled into her cleavage. Sloan broke the kiss with a smile and she lost herself in the tender approval in his gaze.

“Shut your eyes for me, baby. Allow yourself to feel. We’ll make this so good for you, I promise.” Her stomach contracted in need and she drew a much needed breath into her lungs and let her eyes flutter shut.

“Beautiful.” Cyrus’s voice as yet more coldness dribbled along her lips and down her chin. An ice cube. She realized what it was with a start when Cyrus pushed the slippery object into her mouth. She crunched on it, and her nostrils flared as someone pulled her dress down until her breasts were exposed. Another set of hands bound her hands to the chair, and then her legs were lifted off her men’s legs, her bum shoved further forward on the chair, and ropes secured her legs to the chair, also. It allowed for the tiniest amount of wriggle room and she let her head fall back and bit her lips, when calloused fingers traced what had to be another ice cube up the inside of her thigh with agonizing slowness. Sloan, she recognized his heavy breaths as he leaned in close, traced another cube across her nipples in turn. The already hard buds contracted further. Shivers raced across her skin and she screamed when that piece of ice between her legs reached her cunt. Her pussy clenched in shocked need as the coldness slid along her fevered folds, circled her clit, and then was pushed inside her hole without warning. The coldness numbed her insides, and her vaginal muscles clenched around the object of torture, trying to expel it, and both men laughed.

“Oh, no, you don’t” Cyrus’s voice held that cruel streak he delivered so well, and her stomach lurched at his next growled words. “In fact, I think you can take more.”

“No, no, please, I… shiiiiit, nooo.”

Lily strained against her restraints, as the men’s laughter registered over the roaring in her ears, and Cyrus pushed several more ice cubes into her hole. Her insides cramped and her whole body shook in need as Cyrus’s warm hand cupped her slit and stopped her from expelling the cubes. His thumb circled her clit repeatedly, such a hot contrast to the coldness in her pussy, and then two hot mouths closed over her nipples and suckled hard.

Lily screamed in painful arousal as those nips and tucks delivered darts of pleasure to her clit, and her body shook with the force of her orgasm.

“So fucking hot. That’s our beautiful girl, come for us again.” Sloan interspersed his words with hot openmouthed kisses down the column of her neck and across her boobs. The fabric of her dress was further tugged down and she whimpered when Cyrus, she presumed, pushed another two ice cubes into her pussy hole. Warmth followed coldness, as his hot breath skittered across her labial lips, and she bucked as his mouth closed over her clit and sucked. Sloan chose that moment to swirl his tongue through her bellybutton and then resumed a slow path back up to her boobs. Another ice cube was applied to her nipples, making them ache and then Sloan’s warm mouth and fingers took that ache away. Heat flared through her as the last of the ice melted inside her channel and Cyrus pushed his tongue inside her cunt, and ruthlessly pushed her into another orgasm.

Swept away in ecstasy and with her whole body trembling in aftershocks, Lily was dimly aware of both men withdrawing and the rustle of clothes and then Sloan’s calloused fingers tilted her head back more. The room spun as the chair tilted backwards and then Lily stopped thinking altogether, as Sloan’s familiar salty musk invaded her senses.

“Open up for me, pet. It’s time for us both to fill your holes.”

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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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#BookFeature ~ Bought for Christmas by Doris O’Connor #BDSM #Shifters @MamaD8

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Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my Christmas Story, Bought for Christmas. *g*

 

They call him The Beast…

Hunter Monahan uses his scars as a shield to hold people at bay. That way no one can get too close and see the vulnerable man underneath the cold exterior. That is until he wins Emilia in a card game, when her no good for nothing brother puts his sister up for collateral.

Hunter knows that the woman he used to bounce on his knee as a child is far too young and innocent to be tied to a cynical, scarred bear shifter, but he made a promise to her mother to look after her little girl. Besides his bear wants his mate, come what may, and he has a score to settle.

Their contract ensures her submission for the Christmas weekend, but Emilia’s instinctive responses work their own brand of Christmas magic on Hunter.

He never celebrates it, but this festive season all he wants under his tree is Emilia, preferably naked, tied, and entirely at his mercy…

Bought for Christmas

Blurb:

~Editors Pick~

I’m the beast, haven’t you heard….

Christmas is supposed to be a time for miracles and one will surely be needed when Emilia Duncan finds herself sold to the beast to save her father’s company. Having lusted after the much older, enigmatic man for as long as she can remember, spending the Christmas weekend as his submissive will satisfy her raging libido, but can she protect her heart?

Bear Shifter Hunter Monahan cannot stand idly by when Emilia is thrown to the wolves. There is only one shifter who will get his claws into her and that’s him. The contract ensures her submission for the weekend. Too bad his bear wants much more than that.

Hunter is used to hiding behind his gruesome scars, but in the bid for Emilia’s heart, that is not an option this time.  Isolated in his cabin, it’s not just the snow that melts.

 

Excerpt:  
“I said you’re mine, kitten,” he finally said, and Emilia’s heart leapt for joy. “You always will be, but I want to see you happy. You don’t need to be settled with a cynical, scarred bear shifter like me, especially as your father will never talk to you again, if you do.” He put his hand up when she was going to interrupt him, and continued.

“No, let me finish. He is your father, and I know you well enough to know that you love him and that good for nothing brother of yours. Despite what you said to them when you left, you could no more turn your back on them than you could stop breathing, and that’s one of the many things about you that I…”

His bear growled, and Emilia forgot to breathe at the struggle she sensed in him. She scooted closer and put her hand on his tense thigh.

“You what, Sir? Please don’t clam up on me now,” she said.

A grim smile kicked up the corner of his mouth, and she leant in closer to kiss that spot. A growl erupted from his chest, and before Emilia could blink she was on the floor with him towering above her. Right now he didn’t look very much in control of his bear, and that thought sent adrenaline coursing through her body.

Holding himself off of her with his hands placed next to her head, and his arms locked, he ground his groin against hers and the solid heat of his erect cock meant that Emilia’s hormones took over. Moisture flooded her underwear, and her nipples tried to poke through the soft fabric covering them. As comfortable as her jumper was the fabric chafed against the sensitive peaks, and Emilia bit her lip to stop from whimpering her need.

Hunter groaned and bending his head claimed her mouth in an earth shattering kiss that left her breathless and so needy she was going to scream if he didn’t do something other than kiss her.

He pulled away, and the heat in his gaze sent her arousal into fever pitch. Emilia shifted her legs wider, and they both groaned as he settled himself right between her legs.

“Fuck it, Emilia. I can’t do this anymore. I want you too damn much.”

Hunter’s voice came out distorted, and more of his bear showed as his muscles expanded and he grew bigger above her.

“Then have me, all of me, please.” Emilia gasped her reply, all too aware of the barely leashed aggression that poured out of his very pores. It should send her running, yet it had the opposite effect on her. Beads of perspiration slid into her eyes, clouding her vision. Trapped as she was under his bulk, her clothes felt heavy and restrictive, and Hunter seemed to burn hotter still, as he grew perfectly above her. His nostrils flared and he inhaled roughly, as though he, too, had trouble drawing air into his lungs. Emilia blinked to clear her vision, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his fangs. His incisors grew longer, more menacing somehow in the orange glow from the fire, and she didn’t dare breathe when he dipped his head and ran those lethal teeth along her neck.

“This is your last chance to cry red, kitten. This time when I fuck you, I will claim you, body and soul. You will be mine, to carry my mark, so that everyone will know who you belong to. I want to cover you in my cum, bite you all over, and leave my marks on you forever. Do you understand me?”

Emilia nodded, utterly unable to get her voice to work, and Hunter threw his head back and roared. The vibrations of that growl shook the very ground they lay on, and she locked her ankles behind his ass to enable her to grind her hips against the solid bulge in his jeans. So close. God, she was so close already, if only….

Hunter bucked and dislodged her, until she lay winded, face down on the rug. Hunter yanked her jumper up and her leggings down, and the first hard, stinging swat of his hand on her ass took her breath away. Several more followed in quick succession, and then he lifted her on her knees, and pushed her upper body back down into the rug. Her jumper gave way with an audible rip, as he used his claws to get if off her.

“Do. Not. Move.” Every growled word was accentuated by another swat to her ass. Heat spread across her skin, and she jumped when he replaced his hands with his teeth, while pushing several fingers into her wet pussy.

Emilia whimpered and mewled like the kitten he called her, as he fucked her with his fingers, while marking her body with his teeth just like he’d promised, until her skin was just a mass of hot sensation. Up and down her spine into the hollow of her back, over her ass and the insides of her thighs, until she didn’t know which part of her he hadn’t reached.

Pinned in place by his clawed hand on her shoulder, and his fingers buried deep inside her, keeping her teetering on the edge of her release, she had nowhere to go.

Emilia whined when he withdrew his fingers, and Hunter pushed his digits, slicked by her arousal, into her mouth, and smacked her ass again. Emilia bit down, and the taste of her arousal mixed with his blood, and Hunter grunted his approval.

“Fuck, yes. Do that again.”

His claws sliced through her shoulder, while he dug his fingers deeper into her mouth and jaw. The pain just added to her arousal until her whole body felt on fire. Teetering on the edge, she screamed, as he ran his thick cock through her wet slit and then drove in deep.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby. You’re mine.”

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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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#TakeaPeek ~ Auctioned to the Spanish Dom by Doris O’Connor #BDSM #Menage @MamaD8

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my newest release, Auctioned to the Spanish Dom. Ever since Master Pedro first popped up in Book One of The Spectrum Auctions, I knew I would have to tell his story and this is it.
Master Pedro is a complicated man, and writing his story brought it with some unexpected surprises. I also fell hopelessly in love with him, and I hope readers will too. He might be a Sadist, but he’s also a man who falls hard and deep for the right woman—his pequeñita :o)

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Blurb:
[Ménage and More: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, flogging, paddling, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA for M/F]
Peyton King had a simple plan. Sign up for the Spectrum Auctions and finally get the story that will get her the promotion she craves.
It’s just her luck that the person who wins her is Pedro Hernandez. The Spanish Dom has been starring in her erotic dreams ever since they first butted heads in her professional life, and he proves impossible to resist, if downright scary.
The sadist in Pedro is looking forward to teaching the prickly reporter a lesson or two. However, when Peyton turns out to be a masochist her instinctive responses floor the experienced Dom. Maybe it’s just his age catching up with him, but this young reporter gets under his skin like no other sub ever has, and their play smashes through both of their emotional defences in record time.
When their relationship is put to the test, Pedro has to decide if he can trust his pequeñita.
She is a reporter after all…

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STORY EXCERPT

A man could fucking lose himself in those expressive eyes staring up at him. He didn’t read one iota of malice in Peyton’s expression. She didn’t probe, didn’t ask the questions she was without doubt burning to ask. No, she just waited patiently for him to tell her. He had the most curious sensation crawl up the back of his neck, the instinctive knowledge that she would also accept it if he didn’t tell her. A novel experience, for sure. Any woman he’d ever been involved with, even on a casual basis, had eventually been full of questions.
Another reason why he kept his encounters these days confined to the club, and the purely sexual. Life was simpler, if rather lonely that way.
“If you’d rather not tell me, that’s okay. I realize we barely know each other, and this is clearly personal, and I sense perhaps painful, so let’s just forget it.”
She stepped away from him, and he had to smile at the nervous way she pulled on the misshapen neckline of the shirt she wore.
“I’m just gonna clear this table away.” She mumbled the words into the curtain of her hair and started to stack the plates together.
“You were right, you know,” he said, and she froze, empty wineglass in one hand, two stacked plates in the other. “Put those down, pequeña, and let’s take this in the living room.”
He didn’t check to see if she followed. All he knew was that he needed to sit down, and he flung himself into the wide, comfortable leather settee and shut his eyes. Big enough for him to sleep on, if need be, it had seen him do so far too many times lately when he’d stayed up late, watching old movies in an effort to dispel the thoughts churning in his head.
The sofa dipped slightly when Peyton sat down next to him, and then depressed again. He opened his eyes to find her throwing a cushion on the floor. Peyton knelt on it, wrapped her arms around his legs, and rested her chin on his knee.
His dick stiffened automatically at seeing his beautiful sub on her knees by his feet, and the churning in his gut subsided somewhat.
“Very nice, Peyton, but we’re not in a scene right now, so this is not necessary,” he said. Instead of getting up, she tightened her hold on his legs, and nuzzled into his thigh.
“Yes, it is. Indulge me, please, Sir. Besides, I like the way you look at me when I do this.” A faint blush crept in her cheeks, but she held his glance, and he smiled.
“And how do I look at you?” he asked.
That blush of hers deepened, and he straightened slightly so that he could wrap his hand into her hair. A tremble went through her, and the dominant in him lapped up her submission. She was right in one way. Telling her about his fucked-up life so far would be easier when he was in this headspace. The memories hurt less then.
“As though you like what you see, and…” She dropped her gaze and seemed to find his bare feet most interesting. Pedro increased the pull on her hair and tugged her head back up so that she had no choice but to look up at him.
“Tell me.” He dropped his voice and her mouth opened slightly. Eyes wide, and lips trembling, it was the utter trust and submission he read in her beautiful orbs that made that curious sensation at the back of his neck turn into an allover itch. His chest tightened and a rush of pure possessiveness swamped him. This delightful young woman sat at his feet was his, and his alone. Peyton’s nails curled into his legs, and she blinked several times before she answered him.
“It just feels right, Sir. I can’t explain it, and it makes no sense. I just feel it in here.” She brought a hand up to her chest, and he nodded. “I guess I just feel free, which makes no sense at all.”
Pedro released his hold on the silky mass of her hair and petted her head.
“No, it makes perfect sense, pequeña. You’re embracing your submissive side, and that makes me feel very proud of you.”
Her face lit up in a brilliant smile, and he was hard pushed not to just sit there and grin back at her like a besotted fool, but there was no denying the connection they had established in a very short space of time. Pedro had scoffed at Slade and Laura when it had happened to them, though at least they had known each other for years beforehand. Scarlett, too, had been at the butt off his jokes, though, again the whole danger she had been intended to accelerate and clarify feelings. What was his excuse, however?
Turning forty far from home, and without any of his family acknowledging that fact, shouldn’t prove that much of trauma, should it? After all, he was used to it. Then again, Pedro had been unsatisfied with his lot in life for some time. Seeing his friends settled had just crystallized those feeling for him.
He sighed and Peyton’s face fell.
“Sir? What’s wrong?” she asked.

Auctioned to the Spanish Dom
Author’s 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.
Writer of sensual, sassy, sexy romances

 

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#TakeaPeek ~ The Bear Treatment by Doris O’Connor #Shifter #BDSM @MamaD8 @EvernightPub

 

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Thank you so much for having me here today with the fourth installment in my Projects Series, The Bear Treatment.

This didn’t actually start off as part of the series, but the more I wrote, I realized that this story was set in the Projects world. I had a choice, change the rules, or go with it. As per usual my characters gave me no choice but to go with it. They are after all firmly in charge, and if I have learnt one thing, especially when writing shifters, it’s that resistance is futile. Especially, when that shifter happens to be a bear. There is something about bear shifters, that just makes them even more dominant, and Luke Masterton is no exception.

He’s been lusting after his cousin’s best friend ever since she sprouted curves to die for. Now that she is available, in his spa, and actually expressing an interest in the lifestyle—well…

She’s most definitely in for this bear’s treatment.

*winks*

 

Blurb:
There’s nothing quite like being dumped by another good-for-nothing boyfriend to focus a girl’s mind. Fun has been missing from Louisa’s life for far too long, and a bit of wax play at the spa-with-a-difference is just what she needs to take her mind off her birthday. 

What can possibly go wrong? It’s not as though the man she’s been secretly lusting after for years would turn up and see her in all of her wobbly bits glory, or give her one mind blowing orgasm after the other, is it? 

That would mean she is getting the bear treatment. You know the one—ends up being mated to one droolworthy, dominant, bear shifter—and ticks off the council no end. One thing’s for certain. After this birthday nothing will be the same again. 

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, wax play, anal play.

 

Excerpt:
When he bit down on her clit her orgasm rushed through her with so much force that she screamed and bit her lip hard enough to taste her own blood, in an effort to muffle that scream.

They were on top of a crowded restaurant, for God’s sake. If she turned her head she could see the people dining below. All it would take was for one of them to look up and they would see her sprawled along the table with Luke once again lapping at her cream as she gushed her juices into his waiting mouth. The thought that one of the diners would look up, made her orgasm burn hotter, and with her body still shaking in delicious aftershocks she almost didn’t notice the slight pressure against her little puckered hole until Luke slipped a slick finger wet with her own arousal knuckle deep into her ass.

She would have bowed off the table had his hot hand on her tummy not held her down, and she lost herself in the heated stare of his golden eyes as their gazes connected.

“That’s my girl.” His voice had dropped an octave, dripping in lust, and her body went limp under his possession. “This ass and this pussy are mine to do with as I please are they not, my sweet Lou?”

He pushed deeper into her butt, and she gasped at the burning pain of another finger slipping past that ring of muscle. Discomfort gave way to heat when he started to thrust those two fingers in and out of their tight confines, and added the thumb of his other hand to her clit and rubbed that sensitive bundle of nerves in small circles designed to push her over the edge once more.

The strange sensation in her ass awakened unused nerve endings, and she clamped around his digits, increasing the heady sensations bombarding her.

“That’s it, my sweet. Ride those fingers. I can’t wait to see your little hole stretched with a butt plug to prepare you for my cock, and you will let me take you back here, won’t you?”

The veins on his neck stood out, his smile showed his fangs, and with the eyes of his bear looking down on her he never looked more the wild animal he had inside than right now. The thought should have terrified Louisa, but instead it had the opposite effect on her. She was his prey, his for the taking, and the thought turned her on even more.

“Yes, yes, God yes, I’m yours to do with as you please, Sir.”

Her whispered answer made him step up his assault on her senses, and everything inside of her drew tight as she climbed up those rungs of lust until the world narrowed to just the feel of his fingers in her ass, and his big body covering her.

Luke bent closer, not once slowing his fingers as they fucked her into another orgasm, and then he kissed her. His tongue mimicked the action of his digits, and she kissed him back until her lungs screamed at her they needed air, as her body shook in the grip of the tremors wracking through her. She winced when he withdrew his fingers from the tight clasp of her ass, and then gasped when he shrugged out of his shirt. The man’s torso was magnificent and sprinkled with liberal amounts of hair that she wanted to run her fingers through. His pectorals flexed as he threw the shirt across the room, and she let her gaze admire the play of muscles. The way his hair thickened to a dark trail that acted like a beacon to his magnificent cock. Despite her earlier attention to that particular body part, he was once again erect. Veins ran along the length of the impressive organ, and the thick mushroom head glistened in the muted lighting of the room. Louisa licked her lips, suddenly desperate for another taste of his salty musk, and Luke laughed. Low and menacing, the sound was more animal than human, and set her arousal to fever pitch.

“Not this time, my sweet. This time I want to bury my cock into your tight cunt. I want to see your lips stretched around my girth, as you struggle to take all of me, but you will, won’t you, pet? You’ll milk my cock like the good little subbie you are, and you’ll gush your cream all over my dick again and again, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” How she managed to force the words past her kiss swollen lips she would never know. Her gaze was riveted to his cock, where Luke was fisting himself slowly. He squeezed the tip of his dick until his pre-cum slid on his fingers and with a wicked grin held those digits up to her mouth.

Louisa opened up eagerly, only too willing to taste him again, and she groaned when he hooked those fingers inside her mouth holding her in place while he ran the tip of his erection through her wet slit repeatedly. He bumped into her clit at every upstroke, sending jolts of electricity through her system, and her nostrils flared as she tried to breathe through her nose.

“Look at me, pet.”

His rough command made her eyes snap to his again, and she swallowed hard around the digits in her mouth. The intensity of his golden gaze was hard to take, as he pinned her in place with the sheer force of his will.

“You’re mine, and when I sink my cock into your cunt, I’m going to sink my fangs into your flesh and mark you as mine.”

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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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Guest Author: Doris O’Connor

 

Thanks so much for having me here today. *g*

Film Stars, we all love them right? I’ve had my fair share of crushes over the years, and ever since I first watched the grand old American movies on my battered little black and white telly, when I was growing up, I’ve loved the movies. I used to blow my entire pocket money on cinema tickets.
Those were the days…
Nowadays, I’m lucky to get to the cinema for special occasions, and then it’s usually for kid’s birthdays, so we’re watching what they want. I don’t read magazines or the papers, and if it wasn’t for my teenage children, I wouldn’t know who half of the big actors are these days.
So when I first came up with the idea for this story that was very much in the back of my mind.
What would happen if your simple Mrs. Ordinary were to meet one of these Film Stars? Sylvia is a mum of three, a widow with a painful past, who is not looking for another relationship, let alone with a man of Sven’s reputation.
Sven is a jaded A-Lister who needs to repair that damaged reputation. He’s a tortured soul who doesn’t trust women, not one little bit. However, all that changes, when Sylvia literally falls into his arms. This mystery lady is a contradiction in terms, and the fact that she doesn’t seem to know who he is… well, that’s a temptation he can’t resist.
As their private affairs get aired all over the papers, and family, friends, and managers alike, all have an opinion on their relationship, do they stand any chance of making it work?
Can he trust this woman, or will she prove to be like all the others?
Can she place her trust, her submission, her kids, in the hands of this man, or is history going to repeat itself?

 

THATFS

Contemporary Erotic Romance, BDSM

Blurb:
When International movie star Sven Larsson meets young widowed mum of three, Sylvia, the sexual chemistry between them is instant and explosive, and plastered all over the papers. Sven needs to repair his damaged reputation. The last thing he needs is another scandal, but the Dom in him can’t resist the challenge Sylvia represents.
Having survived an abusive marriage, Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a man of Sven’s reputation. Her submissive side can’t help but be drawn to him, however, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. This private, broken, Sven she cannot help but fall in love with, even if he doesn’t do love.
With the paparazzi breathing down their necks at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they ever be able to find happiness?

 

Excerpt: © Doris O’Connor, 2013
“Like what you see?”

Sylvia wrenched her gaze upwards to meet his eyes. He was watching her reaction from under heavy lidded eyes filled with lust and a grim determination that frightened her a little.

“Sven, I don’t think I could…”

Before she could even blink he was on the bed next to her, matching his long length to her much smaller frame. He grasped her wrists in one hand again and pinned her arms above her head. With a wicked smile he used just one finger of his free hand to slowly travel up the inside of her thigh. The slight pressure was torture, and by the time his thumb flicked her clit, she was a quivering mass of feminine excitement. How did he do that? Was it the unwavering focus with which he watched her reaction, or simply the way he once again had her pinned, unable to move?

“Trust me, baby, you can, and you will.”

The kiss that followed seemed never-ending. In direct contrast to his earlier urgency, he took his time exploring the inside of her mouth with a breathtaking thoroughness that spoke of ownership. The more she tried to hurry him, the slower he went, pressing his heavy body on top of hers, until the whole word narrowed to just the feel of him. Every stroke, nip and suckle of his oh so talented tongue, stoked the slow burning fire in her core to fever pitch, and her hips bucked wildly, needing his touch.

He straddled her, effectively stopping her from moving and looked down on her.

“Take it easy, we have all night, my little firecracker. We’ll do this my way, and unless you want me spanking that delicious ass of yours until it matches the color of your lips, you will not rush me.”

Sylvia couldn’t stop her sharp intake of breath, and Sven’s gaze grew even more heated.

“Oh, I see, you like that idea, do you?”

“N-no … I don’t.”

“Liar.” He whispered the word and lifted off her just enough to cup her swollen pussy. Sylvia swallowed her groan as he swiped his fingers through the wet evidence of her arousal, and then lifted his glistening fingers up for her to see.

He licked them clean and hummed his approval.

“Hmm, delicious. If you don’t like the idea of my hand on your ass, then why are you this wet?”

Sylvia had no answer for that, so she just shook her head.

“I don’t know. I don’t like violence.”

She screwed her eyes shut and pushed the memories away. They had no place here, none at all, damn it.

“Neither do I, my sweet, but I think we need to do something to stop those thoughts swirling in your head. Look at me.”

His voice had dropped an octave, the cadence of it so compelling that Sylvia had no choice but to comply.

“Bad memories?” he asked.

At her tiny nod he sighed and bent to kiss the tears off her face. She hadn’t even been aware of shedding them.

“I can help you with that, if you trust me?”

He went so still towering above her, she couldn’t be sure he was even breathing, and when she nodded again his smile of approval made her worries float away.

“Good girl, now roll over.”

He released her completely, and she felt suddenly bereft without his comforting presence. She awkwardly complied and jumped when he grabbed her ass and squeezed.

Instead of the hit she was expecting, however, he moved his hands up to her shoulders and kissed her neck. Tiny butterfly kisses followed down her exposed back until he reached the zipper of her dress. With agonizing slowness he peeled her out of her dress, murmuring encouragement when she helped him by lifting her arms and finally her hips, until she lay face down on the bed with just her bra still on.

Much to her surprise he left it in place and continued to run his hands up and down her back and over the curve of her ass. The strokes grew harder, leaving tingles of awareness in their wake, and the last of her anxiety fled.

Heat suffused her whole being, and she raised her butt into his hands, willing him to delve lower between her legs, where she practically ached for his touch.

He slapped her lightly on one ass cheek, and she froze.

“If this gets too much, just call red, and I stop, okay?”

She nodded, and a harder swat followed to her other butt cheek, which this time stung.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, okay, errr, Sir?”

His laugh in answer confused her. He fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head up to study her.

“Very nice, but that’s not really a salutation I’ve earned yet, and this is just a little spanking. I don’t think either of us is ready for anything else right now, are we?”

She blinked, and the red hot stab of disappointment coursing through her veins took her breath away.

“If we were to go down that route, we would have to discuss a lot of things first, my sweet. I’m not sure I want to do that. Let’s not assume titles and just enjoy ourselves, shall we? Unless this is something you need to—”

“No, I don’t. I mean, I’m perfectly happy with vanilla. I just thought that’s what you wanted. I mean … I…”

Her voice trailed off when his expression darkened.

“I thought you don’t read the papers, lady.”

“I-I don’t, but there’s been rumors and, well, I do have some experience.”

She mentally crossed her fingers at her fib. Sylvia had experience and then some, but he was right. She was so not ready to have that discussion now. It would dredge up a past she didn’t need to remember, not now.

The tight set of his shoulders relaxed slightly, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She really didn’t want to piss him off, and she was suddenly desperate to see if this would be as erotic as it had been—before Richard.

“So, you’re familiar with the traffic lights then?” he finally asked with a small smile.

“Yes, Si… I mean, yes I am.”

Heat rose in her cheeks under his quiet regard, and finally he nodded.

“So be it. I trust you to use it, not that I have any intention of being too hard on you, but I’ve fantasized about reddening that delicious ass of yours since I met you.”

He laughed at her astonished snort in response.

“You have?” she asked, not really believing a word of it. He had to be kidding. “No need to humor me. In case you haven’t noticed I’m in your bed and a pretty safe bet by now, you know.”

His expression darkened again, and her stomach dropped in delicious anticipation.

“For that inane comment you’ve just earned yourself some extra spanks. We’ll have to work on that warped self-image of yours. You’re a beautiful, desirable woman.”

 

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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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