Morning guys and dolls!
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Otherwise, read on to discover more about my bear buddy, Doris O'Connor's latest release, The Bear Treatment. My suggestion? Read the post and then head on to the birthday post. There are giveaways! *wiggles eyebrows*
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
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Thanks so much
for having me on your blog today, Elyzabeth. I’m going to talk a little bit
about inspiration today. As a writer I always get asked where my inspiration
comes from, shortly followed by, “Oh, do you write from experience?”
That one in
particular always makes me smile. While it’s no secret that hubby/Sir and I are
in the lifestyle, and thus we may or may not have researched certain elements of what you will read in my books, I’m
not writing about us.
Sure, all of my
heroes have a little bit of my husband in them. After all he is the guy who
I’ve been married to for the last 25 years, and, thus, my very own hero, but my
characters are just that—characters.
They become very
real to me, of course, and they tend to get pretty insistent to get their story
told their way. Resistance is utterly
futile. They always win the argument, so I’ve learned long ago to simply take dictation,
and let the story unfold.
Now my latest
release started off as a summer challenge on The Nuthouse Scribblers. We like
to write free stories every once in a while and this theme was set around a
spa. Once I had written my short, the characters kept niggling at me. There was
more to their story, far more, and eventually I had to open a new word document
and expand on the original story.
Imagine my
surprise when my hero announced that he was in fact a bear shifter and Lou was
his mate, and this story was set in the world of the Projects. Did I mention
that my shifters—bears in particular—are extremely dominant and will not leave
me alone until I’ve told the story exactly to their satisfaction?
Well, that’s
exactly what happened here. In fact my muse has been on a bit of a bear shifter
rampage lately. October 21st will see the release of Her Bear
Protector, which stars, yep, you guessed it, a Bear Shifter Dom, and my just
accepted Christmas Story, Bought for Christmas, has another very possessive
Bear Shifter Dom in it.
*grins*
However, I’m
here to talk about the Bear Treatment, and trust me, that is exactly what Lou
gets when she signs on for a taster session of wax play at the Spa
with a difference.
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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