Hello everyone, Doris here. Raven has kindly allowed me to
take over her blog again—or should that be she was coerced by my latest hero,
Sol.
Sol is one of those demanding heroes, you see. The kind that
steamroller their way into your consciousness, and won't let you rest until you
have told their story. And what a story it is, but I will let him tell you more
about it…
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*Sol raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms*
Yeeees, you better, Doris.
You see, folks, this author of mine thought she could confine me to the
recesses of her mind until she deemed the time was right to tell my
story. Now I couldn't have that. That would not do at all. When you have spent
as much time as me confined to the insides of a scroll, your patience wears
thin after a while. Especially when you know that your author has just the
woman in mind to set you free.
One glimpse of Karen was all it took to convince me that
this Author of mine was not going to have any peace. I'm not a Genie for nothing.
*evil grin*
Now, I do not get up to half the tricks that I used to
before the powers that be decreed I needed to be confined to that damn scroll,
but they could not stop my imagination. You can have such fun being naughty on
paper, can't you?
And with the invention of the E-reader, well, it was a
naughty Genie's paradise. Or at least it would have been, had I not been
confined to do penance—and by heck I did that in spades over the centuries.
Until I saw Karen. In her I saw a kindred spirit, the one
woman I could see myself spending eternity with... If it wasn't for that damn
scroll and the laws of magic…
Breaking your e-reader at the end of a long
and trying day is enough to send any woman over the edge. Karen's one treat are
her naughty stories. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Saucy stories in the old library? It
doesn't seem likely, but when Karen is sent home with an odd looking reading
device magic happens at the touch of her fingers. Is the drop dead gorgeous man
she encounters real or just a flight of her imagination?
Caught in a weekend of sexual delight, will
she lose her heart, as well as her inhibitions? And is there any future for the
two of them?
Excerpt:
She jumped up, rinsed off her plate
in the sink, and grabbing a fresh cup of coffee on the way, headed for the
sanctuary of her bedroom. Here she liked to immerse herself in her stories, to
forget about her worries, and let herself be transported into another world of
drop dead gorgeous men, who actually knew how to pleasure a woman, and didn't
leave their dirty socks on your bedroom floor. She giggled at the thought and
ran her hands over the e-reader. Just like before it seemed to come to life in
her hands. It shimmered and grew, and as if by magic the story she'd been
reading appeared on the screen. Well,
Mr. Jones had said it was in there. She found her place and started reading.
Two hours later she dropped the
reader out of her clammy hands and drew a ragged breath into her lungs. Wow,
that had been an intense read. The story was hot, but somehow, this time round
it had felt as though she had been the heroine in the book, so
engrossed had she been in the scenes unfolding in her mind. Beads of
perspiration covered her body, and her breasts felt heavy and so sensitive that
the slightest touch of her blouse against her hard nipples sent darts of
stinging awareness between her thighs. Her underwear was soaked through with
the evidence of her arousal, and a mere brush of her fingers over the engorged
nub at the top of her slit was all it took for her to tumble into a
breathtaking orgasm.
When she had her breathing back
under control, she smiled, as her fingertips touched the reader. It brightened
and vibrated slightly, and Karen couldn't stop herself from murmuring her wish.
"If only you could magic me a
real life man like the ones in your stories." The reader grew hot, and
Karen yelped as it burned her fingertips. She blew on them and frowned, but the
reader was once again back to normal. Still that odd looking design, but not
glowing, vibrating, or otherwise, and—she touched it gingerly—not hot. Karen
shook her head at her fanciful imaginings and headed for the shower.
That's what she needed, a nice
long, hot shower to chase away the cobwebs and a chance to try out her new
waterproof dildo. She sniggered as she turned on the shower and eyed the huge
phallus shaped object. She would see…
She switched on the shower and
stepped under the heavy stream. The power shower had been the major selling
point when Karen had bought her apartment. Where other women soaked in the
bath, she lingered in the shower. Nothing like letting the jets of hot water
soothe cramping muscles and drain the stresses of the day down the swirling
plughole. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She wasn't really
standing in the shower—no she was on a tropical island under a cascading
waterfall, waiting for her lover to appear. She smiled and cupped her breasts,
imagining it was another set of hands massaging the heavy globes. She leaned
back against the tiles to steady herself, only in her imagination it was her
lover's hard muscled chest. Two strong arms circled her, and her heart did a
silly little flop, as teeth grazed her ear.
"I've got you. Just let
yourself feel." The deeply seductive, slightly accented voice dripped over
her senses, like hot, molten chocolate, and the unmistakable edge of command
caused a delicious flutter of excitement deep inside her core. He trailed his
large, slightly calloused hands along her arms and pulled them up high above
her head. Something wrapped around her wrists and another tug brought her up on
her tiptoes. She swayed until his hard arm ‘round her waist grounded her
against him. A hair-roughened thigh slipped between her legs, creating
delicious friction against her core, and a rush of her juices coated her nether
lips.
"Who are you?" She had to
ask, even if it meant spoiling the magic, for the hard cock pressing into her
ass cheeks left her in no doubt that she was not on her own. Either she was
fast asleep, having the most erotic dream yet, or she had indeed been joined in
the shower by an unknown man, whose clean and slightly spicy musk permeated her
consciousness, and pitched her arousal higher still. Like the strongest
aphrodisiac, his scent surrounded her, strange and familiar all at once, and
the frisson of fear the absurdity of the situation brought with it, just
increased the intensity of her feelings.
"I'm Sol, and I'm here to make your
dreams come true. Will you let me?"
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.
STALKING
LINKS:
Website http://www.dorisoconnor.com/
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Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Doris-O%27Connor.html
All Romance E-Books: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Doris+O%26%23039%3BConnor
BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/doris-oconnor
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Doris here again, and psstt, don't tell him...
To celebrate the release of Sol And The Magic Fingers I am giving one lucky commenter a chance to win him for free.
Just tell me what you would do with your very own genie.
I will pick a winner tomorrow!
Sounds great! ! Happy release day doris!
ReplyDeleteIf I had my own magic genie I'd make him clean my house from top to bottom lol! And make dinner :) a full day of reading with no cleaning or cooking to do would be fab! :)
Dee
lovebooksblogbooks@gmail.com
Hmm, yes it would be, wouldn't it :-)
DeleteSounds brilliant. Already love Sol. Happy release day, Doris! Hope it's a special one for you :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Samantha :-D
DeleteHmmm, right now a week to finish my essays, read books, drink coffee and eat delicious food while the rest of the world stands still. After that a private island in the sun for dh and I for another week while the world stands still again...
ReplyDeleteSounds like heaven :-)
DeleteSol sounds like a whole lot of fun. He must have been fun to write. My very own genie, hmmm...I like the sound of all my domestic responsibilities getting taken care of, that certainly frees the mind to do something naughty ;)
ReplyDeleteHappy Release Day!
Oh yeah, he was great fun to write :-)
DeleteI would love to have all my desires and needs taken care of.
ReplyDeletelauratroxelatyahoodotcom
Wouldn't we all :-)
DeleteThanks all for commenting:-) The winner chosen by random selection is Samantha. Congrats!!
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