Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Author Spotlight #TNTConfidential on Doris O'Connor and Carmel's Choice #bdsm #romance

Happy Tuesday, lovelies! I can't believe March is already here! Some of us have already started with the warm weather, but if you're still cold, worry not, today's guest, Doris O'Connor, brings a very hot read! Carmel's Choice. Get ready to sizzle *Wink*

Thanks so much for having me back on your blog, Elyzabeth with my latest ménage story, Carmel’s Choice.  It was one of those stories that was a long time in the making. By that I mean, the first inkling my muse gave me, was, when I wrote this flash over a year ago now.

His Gift

She looked devastatingly beautiful, teetering on the edge, as she was. Her breasts bounced gently with the agonizingly slow rise and fall of her hips, as she rode him. His body tightened in need, the urge to take over, almost unbearable, but he forced himself to watch her climb. Little beads of perspiration glistened on her silky soft skin. Her lips parted and her little panting breaths told him how close she truly was.

"Please … please, Sir … I need to…"

"What do you need, my love, tell me." His voice sounded hoarse, laced with arousal and need, and damn pride of the submission he witnessed.

"I need to go faster, Sir, please…"

The thumb settling on her clit made her shudder, and the tremors started. One of his hands dug into the soft flesh to hold her still, and she moaned her need.

"Fly, my little one, for me. Let go."

Given free reign they increased their pace, and her eyes flew open and sought his. Wide with desire and shimmering with tears and love, they seared his soul, and he dug his hands into the arm rest of his wheel chair.

His vision of the couple on the bed blurred, as his own tears fell.

"I love you, Sir."

Powerful, I think you’ll agree, and it stayed with me, niggling in the back ground, until I woke up one morning, having had the most delicious dream. My heroine was at a wedding, with her Master out of the country, and he’d sent her a present….What could possibly go wrong…

Carmel's Choice

[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

It’s just one night of kinky sex. What could possibly go wrong?

When the birthday present from her Master is one night of no holds barred kinky sex with his ex-army buddy, Carmel Blythe doesn’t know what to think. A good subbie obeys her Master’s wishes, however, and there is no denying the instant connection she has with this experienced Dom.

Topping Gideon’s gorgeous wife is the least Nash Jonas can do to repay the debt he owes the man. After all, Gideon took the bullet aimed at Nash—the very one that cost the other man his army career and put him in a wheelchair. If only Nash could keep those pesky emotions out of the deal.

Gideon cannot stand to see the sadness in his wife’s eyes, nor the restlessness in his best buddy’s soul. Pushing the two people he loves together will surely satisfy everyone’s physical and emotional needs.

Carmel’s choice may well change everything…


About Doris:
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

~~ Erotic Excerpt ~~
“Such beautiful feet you have, but you’re not giving Gideon a show. Lift your skirt and show him how wet you are for us, pet.”
Carmel drew her gaze away from the sight of Nash’s dark head at her feet and sought out her husband’s. Sitting in his wheelchair next to them, the hungry way he looked at her made her comply with Nash’s words immediately. She yanked the hem of her dress up, and Gideon drew in a sharp breath. Nash surprised her by lifting one of her legs over his shoulder and turning slightly so that Gideon got a full-on frontal view of her cunt.

“Oh, yes, look at how wet she is for us. Her hole is clenching, and when I do this…” He abruptly pushed two fingers into her pussy hole and curled them up until she saw stars and ground herself against his hand in an effort to seek the release just hovering out of her reach.
“Oh, fuck, she is squeezing my fingers, so eager to come, but we won’t let her yet, will we, Gid?” Nash bit down hard on the inside of her thigh and then
withdrew his fingers. The loud, wet sound as her pussy tried to hold on to them should have embarrassed Carmel, especially as she could feel her feminine need trickle down the inside of her thighs, but Gideon’s approval left no room for that. Only heated arousal in the presence of her men. Nash’s cock looked huge as it strained against the material barely holding it in, and she licked her lips, desperate to taste him, but Nash shook his head.
“Not this time, baby. I want to come buried in your ass while your husband fucks your cunt.” Carmel gasped, and her breasts grew heavy, the nipples aching in need to be touched, to have both her men take her.
“How?” she whispered, and Gideon laughed.
“Bring her over here and let’s show her. Besides I want to taste my wife. You’ve monopolized her long enough, Nash.”
Nash smirked and, grasping her wrists behind her back, marched her across the short distance that separated her from Gideon. He kicked her legs apart once she was standing in front of her husband, and Gideon leaned forward and ran just the tip of his forefinger along her puffy labia. Carmel groaned, and both men laughed.
“Oh, yes, she is very naughty girl indeed, isn’t she, Nash? So swollen and wet already, so needy.” He blew across her slit, and Carmel’s clit clenched in desperate need. Her internal muscles, too, tensed and released as yet more of her juices coated her pussy lips.
Gideon grinned, a smile of pure evil that meant he intended to torture her some more, and Carmel moaned.
“Please, Sir”
He flicked an amused glance up to Nash, who had pulled her hair to one side and rubbed his stubbly jaw up and down her neck. His hard cock dug into the small of her back, and his harsh breaths puffed along her skin. To know that he was as affected as she was, to feel the heavy, hot evidence of his need prodding her, was a very heavy aphrodisiac indeed.
“Play with her nipples, Nash. Pull them out and let me see our girl’s tits.”
Still maintaining a hard grip on her wrists, he used his free hand to pull first one, and then the other of her breasts out of the neckline of her dress. It forced her boobs upward as the neckline dug into her breast tissue. It would mean the dress was stretched beyond repair, but the sweet pain was worth it, as was the look on Gideon’s face as he feasted his eyes on her exposed cleavage.
 Even though she wouldn’t have thought it was possible, her nipples hardened even more, and she whimpered her need in incoherent sounds and moans as Gideon resumed his one-fingered inspection of her pussy. Up and down her cleft, right up to her anus, he worked that finger, taking care to stay away from her clit. The slight pressure he used was slowly driving her insane, and she shut her eyes and let her head fall back against Nash.
“Hmm, yes, beautiful. Pinch her nipples for me, Nash.”
The sweet pain as Nash did just that made her knees buckle, and Nash swore. He released her wrists, and grasping her ass cheeks, lifted her straight off her legs.
“Hold on to me, baby. Let’s give your Sir a proper view of that cunt, shall we. I want you to come all over Gideon’s face, and I want you to scream when you do so.”
When Gideon grasped her hips, Nash lifted her legs over his shoulders and then slid his hands up her breasts and squeezed the heavy globes. She locked her hands behind Nash’s neck, and her whole body drew taut at the first lick of Gideon’s tongue against her cunt. He murmured his approval as she gushed into his mouth while Nash’s and Gideon’s combined strength kept her hovering in the air. The sound of Nash’s breathing in her ear, his clever fingers twisting and pulling her nipples—an action that sent shard after shard of pure pleasure straight to her clit—meant she screamed the first of her orgasms.
 Gideon’s fingers dug into her skin as he continued to eat her out with earth-shattering finesse and pushed her into several more heart-stopping orgasms. By the time he finally let up, Carmel’s arms screamed their distress at her from having been in their elevated position for this long. Dimly aware of being lowered to the floor, and then Nash’s deep rumble in her ear as he picked her up and carried her through to Gideon’s bed, Carmel gave up the fight in keeping her eyes


  1. What a HAWT excerpt!!

    1. Thanks for stopping by, Angie :-)

  2. Thanks again for having me on your blog, Elyzabeth :-)


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