Tuesday, 19 February 2013

Meet Sol @mamaD8's latest hero and his Magic Fingers #giveaway


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…

 Blurb:   
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.

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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!






11 comments:

  1. Sounds great! ! Happy release day doris!

    If 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

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  2. Sounds brilliant. Already love Sol. Happy release day, Doris! Hope it's a special one for you :-)

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  3. Hmmm, 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...

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  4. Sol 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 ;)
    Happy Release Day!

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    1. Oh yeah, he was great fun to write :-)

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  5. I would love to have all my desires and needs taken care of.
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  6. Thanks all for commenting:-) The winner chosen by random selection is Samantha. Congrats!!

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