Guest: Doris O’Connor

1) Tell us about yourself. 
Thanks so much for having me here today, Sam 🙂 I’m a mum of nine and happily married to my very own alpha hero for the last 23 years. A writer of all things naughty, I like 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.

You can find Doris Here:

Website / Blog / Twitter / Facebook / Pinterest
2) What genre do you write and why?

I have a very unpredictable and insistent muse, so I write both Contemporary and Paranormal Erotic romance, and I write across several sub genres in that. I’m a panster, so I never know what’s going to happen, when I sit down to write. It’s always an adventure!

3) What made you become a writer? 

I’ve always spun stories in my head for as long as I can remember. As a teenager I started countless novels, did some fanfic, and then as an adult life got in the way. Then in September 2010 a friend entered a writing competition, and I thought to myself, it’s now or never. I didn’t get anywhere in that competition, but I have been writing ever since. My debut novel Lure Of The Blood released in November 2011, and I have accrued quite a backlist since then J

4) Tell us about your recent book or series. 

Too Devious To Tame is book three in my Giovanni Clan series about an Italian family living in the UK, and their complicated love lives. This is Cousin Giorgio’s and Jemima’s story. Readers will have met them in book two of the series, where Jemima caused all sorts of trouble for her twin sister Elise, and it became clear that Jemima and Giorgio had history.

5) What have you found to be the most challenging? 

Time is always an issue for me. My youngest is only 17 months old, and in the whole ‘mummy needs eyes in the back of her head stage’. So my writing time is curtailed to his naps, and evenings, when he’s asleep. It means I don’t get a heck of a lot sleep when in the middle of a story.

Writing Too Devious To Tame brought a unique set of challenges with it. I originally started this series back in November 2011. Book one and two were written very quickly and then I stalled on book three. It has a different feel to it, due to the dangers my hero and heroine find each other in, and I couldn’t do the story justice until now.
A Few fun questions. 

Does size matter?

LOL, what a question. In romance, definitely. We want the fantasy as readers, don’t we, so my heroes are always, tall, and in proportion 😉
In real life, well, let’s just say I’m spoiled.
*sniggers*

Christian Grey or Gideon Cross?

Gideon Cross

Flowers or Chocolate? 

Chocolate!

E-book or paperback? 

E-book. I love the instant access, though I like reading the paperbacks too.

TDTT

Blurb:

When Giorgio Giovanni tracks the troublesome Jemima down in a hospital bed in Italy, he has one thing on his mind—revenge. However, the fragile woman he encounters is not the devious female he remembers. When it becomes clear that she is in danger, he risks everything to keep her safe.
Left for dead, Jemima wakes up in hospital, terrified, and with no idea of her identity. The angry man, who comes to claim her, is the only link to a shared past she can’t remember. A past that threatens to destroy them, and all she has ever held dear.
With danger all around them, and their sexual chemistry off the scale, can they find their way back to each other, or is the past too devious to tame?

Excerpt:

Tears clouded her vision at the concern in his voice, and he swore and moved to untie her.
“No, I’m fine, really. Leave it. Show me how it should be, please. Help me to forget.”
He stared at her for the longest time, one large hand, hot and heavy on her belly, his gaze so intense it took her breath away. When he finally smiled, it lit up his harsh features. She didn’t catch the murmured Italian words he mumbled under his breath, but the kiss that followed had her curl her toes into the bed with the effort to not release herself from her bonds and bury her hands in his hair to make him hurry up and fuck her.
He was breathing as heavily as she by the time he released her, and she bit back a moan when he simply ripped the rest of her dress off her. Her bra and knickers followed the fate of her dress, until she lay in front of him naked, wet, and wanting. He ran his knuckles slowly up and down her tummy in ever widening circles, and then reached across to the ice bucket with a slow grin.
“Shut your eyes for me, cara.” His voice had dropped an octave, and her stomach dropped right with it, seeing him hold a couple of ice cubes in his fingers. She shook her head and bucked off the bed, when he flicked his hand over her breasts. Ice cold drops of water fell on her skin and trickled between the valley of her breasts. He licked the drops away, his warm tongue taking away the coldness left by the water.
“Shut your eyes, trust me. This will be so much better for you when you can’t see what I’m doing.” He kissed a path down her quivering tummy, and she blinked back tears at the tender way he caressed her abdomen. He paused to drop a long kiss just above her pubic bone, and his hot breath teased her wet folds. Her clit tingled, and she shut her eyes, as he renewed his request for her to do so. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but the bed dipped as he adjusted his weight again. His hot mouth closed over one of her nipples at the same time as the other was subjected to an ice cube being circled around it.
She gasped at the intense sensation, and Giorgio swapped sides. The difference between his warm mouth and tongue and the ice cube sent her body into spasms of need. She writhed under him, and he laughed. Again and again he repeated the process all along her body. A path of ice, followed by the warmth of his tongue as he licked the icy trails away, leaving fiery awareness in its wake. By the time he finally reached her pussy, she was hovering on the brink of orgasm. She whimpered her need when he pushed an ice cube high into her channel and then proceeded to lick around her clit, careful to never touch her when she needed him most. The melting ice cube mixed in with her own juices and trickled slowly out her hole. Her pussy clenched, and she didn’t recognize the needy voice pleading with him to please do something.
He blew against her slit and shouldered her legs wider.
“Così bello, e tutto mio.” He followed the words with a kiss, and she screamed when he pulled her clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, at the same time as he pushed another ice cube into her empty channel. Her walls closed around the slippery object, and spasmed wildly as the first quivers of her orgasm hit. Giorgio groaned into her core and stepped up his sweet torture on her clit. When he pushed two fingers into her core, and massaged her sweet spot, the intensity of her orgasm hit her with the full force of freight train.
“That’s it, tesoro, fly for me.” He caught her scream of release in his mouth, and she could taste herself in the passionate kiss he gave her, dimly aware of him withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. Thick, hard, and so very long he filled her completely as he pushed into her swollen core, until he was seated to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her feet into his calves to give him better access and to take him as deep as she could. He started thrusting, every move driving him deeper into her, and tumbling her right over the edge again, as her inner muscles contracted around his thick member. Faster and faster he pumped, his harsh breathing in her ear the most erotic sound ever, his hands and lips seemingly everywhere, arousing every little bit of skin he touched until her whole body was a mass of sensation. Again her body climbed toward that peak of sheer joy, and this time Giorgio was with her every step of the ecstatic journey they took together. Her eyes flew open, and she drowned in the rolling depths of emotion she saw reflected in his, as they came together in their explosive release.
When her body finally stopped shaking, she could taste the salt of tears in her mouth. Giorgio kissed them off her face, and he released her from her bonds, and pulled her into his embrace. She had to smile at his grumbled, “If this is pretending, then I hate to see what will happen when we do this for real.”

Buy Links: Evernight Publishing / Amazon (US) / All Romance E-Books / Bookstrand

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