Tuesday, March 11, 2014

#TNTConfidential Author Spotlight on Doris O'Connor & Through the Dom's Lens

Happy Tuesday, lovelies! Today I have the immense pleasure of having an author I admire here with me! Who? Why, the wonderful Doris O'Connor has agreed once more to answer my questions and tell us all about her latest release, the delicious Through the Dom's Lens. 

Don't forget to read the excerpt. *swoon* 

Sometimes doing a favor can change your life forever.      

Never one to rate her curves, Sally thinks her glamorous sister has lost the plot. Stand in for her at a photo shoot with the most sought after bondage photographer ever?

She'll be laughed out of the studio, or arrested, or both. However, the temptation to actually meet the man she's been secretly lusting after for months proves too hard to resist.

Junsako cannot believe his eyes, when Sally turns up. It's been a long time since the Dom in him felt such an instant pull to anyone. All those curves will look beautiful in Shibari suspension, and Sally proves to be a born submissive. If only she would let go of her body issues and see the beautiful woman he sees through his lens.

Only one thing to do—convince her—with as much kinky sex as possible.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking

Available At: 
Evernight || Amazon || Bookstrand || ARe

Welcome Doris! What can you tell us about Through The Dom’s Lens that doesn’t appear on the blurb?
D: Sometimes you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince, or should that be Dom? *winks*

Sally is a strong, confident woman, successful in her chosen career, but after one particularly nasty frog, she's wary of men. Throw in her insecurities about her weight and her secret desire to experience the lifestyle, and things get interesting.

BDSM requires a level of trust, openness and communication much deeper than the usual vanilla relationship and it tends to expose every facet of you.
It takes a strong woman to choose to submit, and Sally is certainly that.
Junsako is just the Dom to guide her through all that. He never gets involved with his models, but Sally breaks through all of his barriers too.

What was the inspiration for this novel?

D: A submission call for a BDSM anthology sparked my muse. I quickly realized that the story was so much more than antho length, so I shelved it for a while. When I came back to it, it took on a life of its own. 

As for the actual inspiration for Sally… well, I think her insecurities resonate with a lot of us. They certainly mirror my own. I'm fortunate that my hubby/Sir loves my curves, yet I still struggle with what I see in the mirror most days. Age and mid-life spread are catching up with me, and it got me thinking, how much one would struggle with body issues and the lifestyle when you first start out with a new partner.
The story grew from there J

You seem to have a release almost every month! Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?
D: LOL! Yes, I do, all too often. Not sure block is the right word. My muse can take itself off for weeks, but usually it's just real life intervening. I try not to let it get to me. I kick back, cut myself some slack, and read, watch movies, and generally speaking just relax about it all, and then the words will come.

I typically write in feverish bursts. My last completed story I wrote 26 K in three days. Now that's very much the exception, and I got nothing else done, but the characters were so insistent that I simply couldn't stop writing.

What, in your opinion, are the most important elements of good writing?
D: Write the stories on your heart. The ones the characters are screaming at you to tell. That way your writing will be authentic and true to your voice. It's certainly the only way I can write.

What comes first, the plot or characters?
D: Always the characters, usually the hero. Once I have a clear picture of him in my mind and have hunted Pinterest for visual inspiration the rest follows. I never know the plot until I start writing, and even when I think I know where it's going, the characters prove me wrong.

 What is the most surprising thing you discovered while writing your book(s)?
D: That I have one hell of a downright dirty muse, lol. I never thought I'd write Erotic romance. My first sex scenes were abysmal! However, practice makes perfect, and my writing just seems to get hotter and hotter. And more emotional. It's very rare I write a book that doesn't reduce me to tears.

**March Madness **
A book to read this month—Broken Toy by Tymber Dalton
A film we absolutely must watch—Thor 2 (I'm not that up to date with films, but we just got the dvd for that one, and I'm looking forward to watching it)
Favorite place to read—The bath
What would we find under your bed if we had a look right now? Oh lordy, clothes, loo roll, and multipacks of crisps…and no, I'm not explaining why.
What is the most embarrassing thing your mother ever did to you?// Or if you have children, what is the most embarrassing thing you’ve done to them?

I was brought up my gran, and I think by far the most embarrassing thing she ever did was cut my hair. It was literally a case of bowl on head and cut around it.
 I eventually rebelled and refused to let her do it anymore. That and make my clothes. All I wanted was a pair of jeans like everyone else, lol. Instead she insisted I wear dresses…
I'm not a girly girl, lol, nuff said!

"I wantyou to do somethingfor me, pet. I want you to close your eyes and remember that feeling."

She frowned at him, but her eyes fluttered shut and after a while she smiled.

"Good, you're there in your mind?"

"Yes, Sir, I think so."
"Good girl, now open your eyes and look at the screen again." She tensed immediately and her smile slipped, but she did open her eyes and glanced at the screen. He'd changed the image to a slide of the process of her being bound. The first one showed her stood in front of him, looking nervous as hell, and she tensed even more when she saw it.

"What do you see, pet? Truly look at the picture, past the body, concentrate on your facial expression and remember how you felt."

She bit her lip, and her noses crewed up in concentration, but eventually she answered him.

"I was nervous…" she glanced at him and then continued in a whisper, "and turned on."

"Good girl, now the next picture. What do you see?"

In this shot she was half in her chest harness and blindfold, and Junsako hardened as he, too, remembered the heady thrill of binding her soft flesh in the rope. The picture didn’t do the eroticism of the art justice. In his mind's eye, however, he heard her soft sighs and mewls, he felt the rope slide through his fingers and mark her skin, as she sank further into that blissful state of submission.
Sally remembered it, too, if her increased breathing and the dampness seeping through his sweat pants were any indication. He didn't say anything else, afraid to break the moment, just continued to bring up picture after picture, until she wriggled on his lap, and he was hard enough to pound concrete again.

By the time they were back at the picture he intended to use, tears were falling down Sally's cheeks, but she was smiling this time.

"Thank you, Sir, for helping me remember what it felt like. I still see a fat woman, though. I know I'm not skinny and … oh."

The breath whooshed out of her lungs when he stood up with her and flung her over his shoulder. It was a matter of moments to cross the distance to his bedroom, and Sally shrieked when he threw her on the bed face down.

Before she had even stopped bouncing he grabbed her ankles and yanked her down until her ass hung over the edge with her knees on the floor. He kicked her legs apart, and took a moment to admire the view in front of him. With a flick of the remote he turned on the ceiling spotlights. The soft lighting illuminated Sally's shapely ass. With her legs spread wide, he had a perfect view of her glistening pussy. Her cunt got wetter the longer he just stood there and watched her, and when she tried to push herself up on her elbows he urged her back down on the bed with his hand flat on the small of her back.

"Stay still, pet. It amuses me to watch you like this. You have the most perfect ass, my love. It will look even more beautiful when it's pink from my hand."

Sally whimpered, and more of her juices slipped out of her clenching hole.

"I'm going to spank that ass now, and then I'm going to fuck it.  My littlepet will like that, I think. Give me a color, pet."

Sally's heart beat so fast in her ears she was sure she'd have fallen to the floor had she not been lying down already. Junsako's dirty words made her so wet her juices were sliding down her inner thighs, and she found it difficult to concentrate on his words.

An open handed spank to her left ass cheek stung, and before she could open her mouth another one followed to the right side this time.

"I asked you a question, pet. What color are you?"

"Gr-green." She murmured the words into the cover, as he dug his fingernails into her tender skin and grabbed a generous handful. That should have mortified her, but somehow it didn't.

"I can't hear you, pet."

His strained voice soothed her concerns. He sounded like a man aroused, and it gave her an enormous thrill that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

"Green, Sir. I'm so green. Please don't stop. I—"

The next spank set her ass on fire and sent her further up the bed, until her hips dug into the edge. It was padded, with little hard nobbles, and just the right height to stimulate her clit, as she discovered with the next few well-placed open handed swats from his hands. He hit a different spot on her ass every time, and with the added stimulation from the torture devices attached to the side, she was close to coming in record time.

Higher and higher she flew until time lost all meaning, and all that mattered was the breathtaking pause before he spanked her again. When he finally stopped heat radiated from her ass all over her body in rolling waves of bliss, and she ground herself against the edge. So close, she was so damn close.
Junsako grabbed her hips and pulled her away from the bed, and Sally whined her protest.

He kissed her shoulder, and chuckled into her neck, as his whole body seemed to engulf her. His hard cock nestled in the cleft of her ass, and he delivered little bites along her back, parallel to her spine. Every sharp sting made her moan, interspersed as it was by his murmured words.

"So beautiful, my pet. This luscious body belongs to me, and you will not come without my permission, will you, pet?"

Available at:  Evernight Amazon Bookstrand ARe

Check out a Bonus Scene from this story here on my blog.


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.

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