Hello friends! Today erotic romance writer, Doris O’Connor, is back for a visit! She has not only brought her newest with her, Through the Dom’s Lens, but also happily agreed to answer a few questions for us. Thank you,Doris, and enjoy, Everyone!
Doris: It shows the relationship between Sally and her sister, and sets up the story. And it’s simply put what jumped into my head one morning when I woke up with the idea. Still makes me smile. :-)
Carlene: What is one awesome thing about where you’re at in life right now?
Doris: Living my dream of writing, and my awesome super supportive hubby/Sir.
Carlene: My favorite part of a book is what the characters say to each other. What is your favorite exchange of dialogue in your book and why do you love it?
Doris: This one: Continue Reading
Welcome! It’s Monday and the perfect time for a Cute Meet. I’m not going to take too long with an introduction except for to say that if you haven’t read a Doris O’Connor story, you’re missing out! Her writing is special and I’m always entertained and touched by her characters. Lucky for us, she’s got a wonderful new release to tell us about today. I’ve snuck a peek and love the premise. I’ll let Doris take it from here. And, cue…
Thanks so much for having me here today. :)
What would happen if Mrs. Ordinary meets Sweden’s answer to Brad Pitt? That is the premise behind The Housewife and the Film Star, and one that I had great fun with. I can’t be the only one who day dreamed about her latest celebrity crush and wondered, what if? Continue Reading
Adult Friends, it’s one big happy dance over here at my cyber home when the lovely, talented and prolific Doris O’Connor comes to visit! I won’t lie, her latest title definitely stops me in my tracks every time I lay eyes on it but I think that’s a good thing, yes? I hope you’ll agree. Let’s welcome Doris!
Thanks so much for hosting me here today, Carlene :)
I love writing and reading about a ménage, don’t you? All that attention lavished on you by not one, but two delicious heroes. And you don’t get many men more delicious than Carter and Jake. These two cougar shifters know exactly how to give a woman a good time. However, if you think the Orgasm Project is just about sex then think again. You see, these two womanising shifters have scented their mate, and now there is only one woman for them—Anastasia.
And you know what happens when these two set their minds to something? Resistance is futile, and Anastasia’s life will be changed in ways she never would have thought possible…
That’s one of the things I love about your books, Doris. They are lavished full of great smexy scenes but come alive, in my opinion, by the immense love your characters share. Can’t wait to read this one. Let’s give everyone a sneak peek, shall we?
Happy 1st day of March everyone! You know, sometimes you just sit around pinching yourself because you just feel that lucky. That’s me today because I get to play hostess again to one of my favorite Evernight authors, the one and only, Doris O’Connor! I absolutely love her newest treat, a sexy hot story about a genie named Sol who turns one woman’s e-reader into well….I’ll let Doris tell you all about it. Take it away, hot author mama!
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 :) 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. :)
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…
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?
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?”
(YES, YES, YES! says carlene quietly as she gives her e-reader a few shakes…)
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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Thank you so much for being my guest today, Doris, and for bringing a touch of magic with you!
I am very excited today because our guest is the lovely and talented author, Doris O’Connor! She’s here to share her new release, Too Devious to Tame, but first, is going to answer the Valentine’s Kissy Question I’ve been posing to February’s guests. Special treat–looks like she’s gotten a little help from her sexy friend, Giorgio.
♥A KISS ACCORDING TO DORIS♥
and Giorgio…ooh la la
So, is a kiss meant to be more romantic or more heroic? Meaning is it meant more to give pleasure to the person or to stake a claim to them? Take it away, Doris…
It depends on the circumstances, I think. A kiss can be a merging of souls or it can be hard and punishing, bruising, arousing, and on the flip side of this, also distasteful. My heroine Jemima is certainly no stranger to the whole range of kissing that can happen, and neither is Giorgio, but I shall let him speak on that subject.
This is his favourite kind of kissing, as taken from the story:
“Sssshh, cara mia, you can. Trust me.” Kissing the new tears away, he felt her sigh of surrender, when his mouth found hers. She opened tentatively, and he wasted no time to swoop in and taste her. The salt of her tears mixed in with the sweet scent that was all her. She tasted of chocolate and vanilla and strawberries all rolled into one, and he took his time exploring her. He nipped and suckled, savoring the taste of her exploding on his tongue, and he barely suppressed his grunt of triumph, when her tongue touched his. They danced together for a while, the kiss growing more urgent, and passionate, only breaking contact to draw much needed oxygen into their lungs, before they delved back into each other.
Giorgio couldn’t even remember the last time he’d taken the time to simply make out. It had probably been with her. She had been the only woman he ever cared enough about to enjoy the simple things, to make love rather than have sex.
(Is it okay if we pause the spotlight to swoon for a second? Wow. Now that was a kiss worth its weight in hot, tender manliness. Thank you for sharing, Doris.)
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?