Monday, June 24, 2013

TnT Confidential: Doris O'Connor and Her Type of Guy

Hi everyone and welcome to TnT Confidential! Before I introduce my fabulous author of the day: 
 If you're here for the Dirty Birdies Blog Hop then please scroll down or Click HERE! 

Now, without further ado, I give you the fantastic Doris O'Connor and her latest release the anthology, Her Type of Guy (I gotta tell you, I love the title of one of her stories).  Welcome, Doris!

Thanks so much for having me here today, Elyzabeth to talk about my newest release. Her Type Of Guy is a collection of naughty short stories with some fabulous Authors. It started off as a fun discussion on our publisher's author loop one day when we were stuck for inspiration. Morgan King started a thread about Naughty Fairy Tales and what stories she could twist into one. The conversation turned a bit silly, as we were discussing twists on popular children's books, and one idea stuck.
You can probably guess which book inspired us when you look at the collection of our guys and their unique talents and abilities.
As we're all Erotic writers the stories took a decidedly kinky turn. We have m/f, m/f/m, one story is paranormal, and we also have a couple of sweeter ones. There is literally something for everyone in the Anthology. You can pick it up and read a story, as you fancy a quick romance fix. Naturally all the stories will leave you with that aww feeling and more than one will get you rather hot and bothered.
That may or may not happen with my two stories in this collection.
Here's the Blurb:
For every desire, there's a man to meet it. Someone's annoyance is another's kink. In this naughty collection of short stories, indulge your fantasies, and follow our heroines as they find just the right type of guy or guys…

From bouncing cocks to virgins, slow coaches, true Scotsmen, and messy play partners, sex toy experts and their mischievous friends, these guys are in need of their ladies. Why is one guy too grumpy to believe, another always too early? And can there ever be a future with a hired killer?
Only one way to find out. You might just meet your ideal guy.
 I'll leave you with a little excerpt from each of my stories.

The Man With The Bouncing Cock

Fuck that hurt.
Dean dropped the bar, narrowly missing his foot, and grabbed hold of his still bouncing cock.
"Fucking hell, you stupid, useless piece of shit. Will you just stop getting in my damn way? Go down already, you wanking piece of ridiculous nonsense."
He yanked his smarting member out of his sweat pants, and winced at the bruise already forming on his sensitive underside. He'd caught the fucking thing with the bar on the way up, and the instant sharp pain had brought tears to his eyes, and had caused him to lose his grip on the weights. It wasn't the first time, this had happened, but, fuck it all, I've had enough.
He shut his eyes and spread his legs, pumping his swollen prick with much more force than strictly necessary, visions of Amelie filling his mind. He shouldn't be doing this out here in the open where anyone could see him but if he didn't get this thing to deflate at least a little bit, he would explode.
In his mind's eye, Amelie's luscious lips wrapped themselves around his cock, and his hands fisted in her raven tresses, he fucked her mouth. In and out, faster, deeper, his vision so real her flowery scent surrounded him, and he came with a hoarse groan of, "Amelie."
Cum exploded over his fingers, the sticky evidence of his release, reminding him of where he was. Amelie would never give him head. He might as well wish for the moon. He collapsed back on the weight bench, his dick already hardening again under his fingers, and he shook his head.
The flowery scent increased, and the fine hair on his neck stood to attention, when another scent registered—the unmistakable musk of aroused woman, followed by the feminine sighs of completion, as the unknown woman reached her peak with a strangled cry.
Great, some chick was getting her rocks off to seeing him masturbate in public like a horny teenager. His cock bounced in eagerness, and he yanked his sweat pants up over it, wincing anew as he caught his bruised underside.

"Enough, I'll cut the fucking thing off before I put up with this anymore. Show is over, lady, and I'm not interested, no matter what this thing between my legs says, so beat it already. The man with the bouncing cock is going to bounce right out this town."
Poor guy, I did rather torture him in this story.

*evil grin*


James ran an exasperated hand through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose. This is all he needed, after the day from hell: some overeager employee staying late and setting the system off again.
"Okay, don't get your panties in a twist. I'll be there in five. And do not touch anything. You'll only make it worse."
"I am not a complete moron."
"Really, you do surprise me, Miss…?" he drawled into the receiver. There was something cock-raisingly familiar about that voice, laced with a hint of anger.
"Julie, and don’t you worry, there is no chance of me twisting something I am not wearing, now is there?" The dialing tone stopped any response he could have given and for the second time that day, James smiled.
He took the stairs three at a time, eager to get this over with. The first floor was deserted, bar the station at the far end. An all-too-familiar delicious ass presented itself to him, and he swallowed his groan, as his dick hardened instantly.
"Hmm, I recognize that ass." He crossed his arms over his chest, and the owner of that curved perfection froze for an instant, before she tried to scramble out from under the desk. She bumped her head in the process.
"Ouch!" She rubbed her head and reversed out of the confined space on hands and knees. "Damn it, you're grumpy-pants?" Her voice held a note of panic.
"Grumpy-pants?" he asked and she froze again.
"That's what they call you. Surely you knew that? Please tell me you knew that."
Yep, definitely panicking. He'd almost forgotten what a thrill it gave him to see a sub squirm, and unless his senses were completely off, she was most definitely a sub. He'd sensed it by the roadside and he sure as hell got the signals loud and clear now.
By the time she made it out from under the desk his hands were itching to spank those firm globes and he swallowed a groan, remembering her earlier statement, as she looked up at him.
"Tell me, do you always come to the office without your panties, or was that statement just for my benefit?"
She glared at him, and he suppressed a smile at the awkward way she straightened up, and pulled the hem of her skirt down.
"Tell me, would you like to be sued for sexual harassment, Mister Grumpley?"
He laughed and her eyes narrowed. Acting on instinct he stepped right into her personal space, and she swallowed hard, when he reached past her to flick the switch on her PC. It flickered and died again and he sighed.
"I should put you over my knee for talking to me like that."

Yeah, I had fun with this one too, and it took an unexpected twist. This one is the paranormal one. :-)
You can get this gem here:

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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  1. Thanks again for hosting my two guys, Elyzabeth :-)

  2. I really enjoyed both of your stories!

    1. Thanks so much, Angie :-)I've just e-mailed you, in fact, because you won a little something in our release day giveaway!

  3. Love those excerpts. My kinda humour ;)

  4. I remember that conversation! Yes it did turn silly - but look what came out of it. *high five to my fellow author*

    1. Yep, it did, but we did gooooood ;-)


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