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?
Sylvia doesn’t have time to go to the movies. She’s a busy mum of three on a much needed night out, so imagine her surprise when her best friend asks her for a favor. Find elusive actor Sven Larsson, and get him into a compromising situation, so her friend gets a story and thus her promotion at the gossip magazine she works for.
I let Sylvia tell you in her own words, what she thinks of that.
Seriously? Kathy had definitely lost the plot. Mr. Sex-on-Legs Sven Larsson had been checking her out—as if!
“Are you hearing yourself? Why on earth would a fancy, schmanzy film star be checking me out? And, even if he was, why on earth would I let a man with his reputation anywhere near me?”
Why indeed? In her effort to get away from the ridiculous situation she bumps into none other than the very man she’s trying to avoid, and is utterly floored by his charisma.
Damn her inherent submissive side that cannot help but respond to the Dom in Sven, when she so cannot afford to let herself pursue this thing between them. However, when she wakes up to the sight of a naked Sven in his Suite at the Savoy, well…
Did they, didn’t they, and why can she not remember anything?
Meanwhile, a furious Sven assumes she is just another money grabbing female when the pictures of their night together hit the newsstands, but he cannot get her out of his mind either.
There is only one thing he can do. Try and get her out of his system by screwing her senseless, but then there is the small matter of her past…and her children…her inherent submissiveness that raises every one of his protective instincts.
The Dom in him simply cannot walk away.
When international movie star Sven Larsson meets young widowed mom 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, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. She can’t help but fall in love with the private, broken Sven—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?
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking
Adults Only Excerpt:
George finally stopped the car, and before Sylvia could determine where they were, Sven produced a blindfold out of nowhere. He tied the thing over her head, and forestalled any protest she might have uttered with a heart-stopping kiss.
“No peeking now.” Sven’s low voice in her ear, one arm ‘round her waist, was the strongest aphrodisiac ever. Sylvia was sure she would simply dissolve into a puddle of drool were he not holding her up. The cool night air skittered across her heated skin, and the gentle sounds of lapping water made her wonder where they were.
Her heart leapt in her throat, not from fear but anticipation. She could never be afraid when Sven was holding her so carefully. The whispered conversation with George in Swedish was interspersed with laughter, whilst she leaned against the Jag, desperately trying to control her breathing and telling the sensible side of her brain to fuck off. She was done with being sensible, and, whatever happened over this weekend, she was going to meet it head on.
“Bye, Sylvia.” George’s laughter made her wave her hand in the general direction of his voice, and then she was back in Sven’s arms. His by now familiar scent wrapped itself round all her female senses.
She couldn’t stop the squeaky protest of her last remaining sensible brain cells escaping, and his answering amused chuckle in her ear had heat rising in her cheeks.
Did she trust him? Now that was one hell of a question. The tenseness of his arms matched the tremor in his voice.
“Baby? We won’t do anything you don’t want to do, I can promise you that. I can call George back right now if you’ve changed your mind.”
The heat of his body surrounded her like a physical caress and stoked the fire in her belly to flashpoint as he waited for her answer. Everything seemed to be heightened in those few moments. The sounds of the water, the creak of ropes, the breeze that lifted the hem of her skirt, and Sven’s heavy breathing, as his hands skimmed across her back and up to her neck to tilt her head up. Feather light kisses whispered across her face, and his warmth surrounded her. The only place their bodies touched was his hands and his lips on her skin as he murmured in Swedish in-between kisses, and she couldn’t help the sigh of delicious anticipation as her body relaxed into the sensations assaulting her.
“I should warn you, though. I have every intention of convincing you that you need to stay with me, and, once I get inside you, I shall not let you go. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be hoarse from screaming my name.”
The growled words zeroed straight to her core and left a trail of fire in their place. Not caring where they were anymore, she groped blindly until her fingertips connected with the cotton of his shirt. Bunching the thin material in her fists, she pulled him toward her until her breasts were pressed flat against his shirt, and she could feel his thundering heartbeat match her own.
“I haven’t changed my mind, Sven. Please I want you inside me now.”
“Thank fuck for that, baby, and hold onto me.”
Before she could draw another breath, he lifted Sylvia against him. Her dress rose up high as she automatically locked her legs around his hips. One shoe clattered to the ground, and the cool breeze on her exposed backside hitched her own arousal even higher. Sven rushed to carry her indoors. Every bounce against him brought her wet and aching pussy in direct contact with the rock-hard erection straining through his jeans. The friction his movements created against her clit brought her closer and closer to another release, and her hips moved against him of their own accord, whilst she whimpered her need into his shoulder.
A door banged shut behind them, and Sven’s vicious curse rumbled through her. He pinned her against a wall, and his body held her up, his hands stilling her hips.
“Don’t you dare go without me, Sylvia, not until my cock is in you, filling you, making you mine. I want that tight cunt of yours squeezing my cock this time.”
Sylvia almost screamed as his hand found her slick folds and ripped her knickers clean off. Her need to get herself closer to those clever fingers overwhelmed her completely. Her needful whimpers hung in the air between them as Sven probed her entrance. He stretched her, and his mouth found hers. His tongue mimicked his fingers as she once again hovered on that painful edge.
A nip of teeth on her lips made her groan in frustration at the loss of his fingers.
“Sven, please, I need…”
“What, lady, what do you need … this?”
A hard thrust of his still-clothed cock had her bite in his shoulder, helpless with the need to have him inside of her. God, what was happening to her? This wild creature begging him to fill her wasn’t her, was it? But she was going to explode if he didn’t do something, anything.
“Give me a minute to get out of these fucking trousers.”
The loss of his body felt like a physical ache. Every atom in her body craved his touch, his scent, fuck, just him, and she helplessly squeezed her thighs together, intensifying the ache only he could fill. Time went agonizingly slowly as she listened to the rustle of clothing, accentuated by their heavy breathing until the rip of foil raised her anticipation to fever pitch again.
Yes, please yes…
He gripped her thighs with his strong hands, and spread her wide. With Sven’s agonized growl in her ear he lifted her against the blessed wall again, and his cock nudged her entrance.
“God, you’re so wet, so ready, baby. I wanted to take this slow, but I can’t. Fuck, I want you so much.”
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.