Monday, 3 June 2013

oh what a marvelous monday...Because Doris is here, Under Orders

Well she's not, but that's what her great book is without further ado, over to Doris...

Hello, everyone, it's Doris here. Raven has allowed me to take over her blog again, and I thought I would introduce you to one of the side characters in Under Orders, my latest release with Evernight Publishing and contribution to their fantastic Romance On The Go Line.
Short romance stories designed to be read in one setting.
So, without further ado please, please join me in giving a warm welcome to my heroine's 'Grandpops'.
"Do you mind me calling you, Grandpops, Sir?"
Anna's grandfather smiles at me and regards me through his wise blue eyes. Tall and still lean, only his lined face, grey hair and arthritic fingers give away his age.
"Not at all, my dear. After all, I am old enough to be your grandfather."
I almost wish he was, because there is wealth of wisdom in every one of those laughter lines in his weather beaten face. I offer him Raven's best plush chair and he sinks into it with a grateful smile.
"Earl Grey?" I ask.
"Yes please, my dear, but make sure you brew it properly. I know you youngsters, you like to take shortcuts." He pins me in place with his stare, and heat creeps into my cheeks, as I remember all the times I just dunk a tea bag in a cup and run. Thankfully Raven has already come to my rescue, and brewed the perfect cuppa.
"There you are, brewed just like you prefer."
He raises one elegantly shaped eyebrow at me, inhales the steam, and takes a cautious sip and smiles.
Phew. The man is fussy about his tea, and according to Anna, nothing gets him crankier faster than a wrongly prepared Cup of Tea. He relaxes in front of my eyes with each small sip taken and I wait until the cup is half empty before I clear my throat.
"Thank you again for agreeing to be interviewed. I really appreciate it."
He takes another sip, and then focuses his attention back on me.
"You're quite welcome. I must admit I wasn't sure about having our family business aired for all to see, but Anna assures me you did a good job."
I smile at the old man.
"I certainly tried to tell Anna and Jonathan's story as best I could."
His smile slips a little at the mention of Jonathan, and then he recovers.
"Yes, my future grandson in law will have made sure you do I suppose. He can be most … convincing."
The way he puts emphasis on that word sends a shiver down my spine. He puts his cup down, and laces his fingers together.
"You didn't approve of him, did you?" I ask.
Anna's grandfather frowns and takes his time to answer.
"Can you blame me, considering our family history? That man stands for everything I hate. I lost my daughter to his race. I was not prepared to lose my granddaughter too."
There is an edge of steel behind those softly delivered words, and I hold my breath as a myriad of emotions crosses his face.
"However, Anna has chosen him, and therefore he has become family. He is not all bad I suppose. Though I still sleep with a sharpened stake under my pillow, and I'm certainly not afraid to use it, should the need arise." This time when he smiles it doesn't reach his eyes and I swallow hard. "Jonathan and I have an understanding, let's leave it at that."
Time to change the subject, me thinks.
"Tell me about Anna. What is she like?"
His whole posture relaxes and I breathe a sigh of relief.
"Anna is a sweetheart. She fusses over me so. I keep telling her I may have one foot in the grave, but I'm not senile and perfectly capable of looking after myself. I don't think she believes me. She keeps sending me these nurses. I keep on dismissing them. It is rather amusing. One good thing about her involvement with Jonathan. She has less time to fuss over me. That man keeps her pretty busy, in ways I don't even want to think about, but she has that glow." He smirks and there is a definite naughty twinkle in his eyes now. "You know the glow I mean … the one of a thoroughly—"
"Yes, yes I know exactly what you mean." I hastily interrupt him. Surely he shouldn't be this comfortable discussing his granddaughter's sex life?  "I did have the honour of writing those scenes."
"Of course you did, dear." He winks at me, and lowers his voice. "If you really want a good story, then get me drunk and ask about me about my youth. I have stories to tell, that would burn these new fandangled e-readers you youngsters like to read on these days. Agh, give me a book anytime. Still, I guess folks like you wouldn't be published and Anna's story wouldn't be told, so I guess it's okay—this time."
His lips curve up and he picks up his tea cup again with an expectant look on his face. I scoot to comply and re-fill his cup.
"Is there anything else you wanted to ask me?"
I glance at my notes and realize that asking him much more will give the story away, so I smile and shake my head.
"I don't think so. Is there anything you would like to add, Sir?"
He grins and that devilish look is back in his eyes.
"Would you play a game of chess with me? Strip chess?"
Words fail me they really do…

Blurb: Who ever heard of being ordered to wear vibrating panties to a business meeting? The visiting CEO may be sex-on-legs-gorgeous, but Anna knows a sexual harassment case when she sees it. No one is going to order her to entertain Jonathan Symmonds—no one but her own body it seems.
Jonathan proves a hard man to resist. When he reveals his secret identity, this daughter of a slayer ought to be running for the hills not play submissive to his dark side.
Will passion and a shared past be enough to keep them together, or is their bond doomed to end at the stake?


Clearly it had been way too long since Anna had last gotten laid if her body could respond to a complete stranger in this fashion of reckless abandonment.
He turned his attention back to the room, and Anna released the breath she’d been holding. Brian glared at her, and that uneasy feeling in her stomach returned. She squared her shoulders and stared him down, before Jonathan’s hand on her thigh pulled her attention back to him.
“I would like to thank Anna for her diligent attention to detail in drawing up these reports.” He shifted his hand higher during those few words, until he reached the top of her stocking. Digging one finger underneath he caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh, and Anna forced herself not to squirm and give the game away. “She has been most thorough, and the results will show once and for all who is responsible for this current … mishap.”
He smiled briefly, and looked toward Brian. The older man shrank in his seat. His Adam’s apple bobbed wildly as though he could barely hold onto his saliva. Beads of sweat broke out on his ruddy complexion, and Anna was half expecting the pencil he clutched to splinter under the strain of his white knuckled grip.
“I also feel the need to make it clear that Anna acted under direct orders from myself and her immediate superior.” He nodded toward Anna’s boss, and Leonard Peterson shifted to stand behind Brian, his expression as grave as she’d ever seen it.
“No one here should have any reason to hold the findings of this report against Anna.” Again he paused, and his penetrating gaze swept around the room until he seemed satisfied that he had everyone’s undivided attention. At the same time he shifted his hand higher up the inside of her thigh, until his knuckles brushed against the damp fabric covering her slit. Anna bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. The feather light touch seared her core, and her internal muscles clenched in need. The fabric grew wetter, and he was bound to notice. She risked a peek at his profile, and the slight elevation to his bottom lip told her that he knew exactly how turned on she was.
He took a deep breath and brushed his forefinger against her clit, pressing down just enough to make the little nubbin tingle in anticipation. That smirk of his deepened, when she couldn’t help her involuntary jump in response.
“Likewise no one in this room has anything to fear from these findings, unless they have not been acting in the company’s best interests. If you have indeed been mishandling funds then now would be a prudent time to own up to this fact.”
Again he paused, and Anna held her breath. He looked every inch the ruthless and dangerous business man he was reported to be. His harsh features had drawn tight, his high cheek bones accentuated under the artificial lighting that filled the room, despite the blaring sun outside the windows overlooking London’s skyline. He held himself perfectly still, the muscles bulging in tension under the light summer suit he wore. Only his finger moved in slow, measured circles, designed to drive Anna to the brink of insanity. She grasped hold of her armrests again, and coughed to hide her moan as that finger slipped under the elastic of her underwear and teased her entrance.
“I-I—” Brian shot out of his chair and looked as though he would have made a run for it, had Leonard not grabbed him by the suit lapels and pinned him against the wall. The door burst open, and two burly security guards took over and dragged Brian from the room. Anna was barely aware of the ensuing commotion, because Jonathan chose that moment to thrust two fingers knuckle deep inside her channel. Her pussy walls tightened around the digits, and Anna shut her eyes against the rising sensation deep within. There was something so deliciously naughty about the CEO finger-fucking her under the table.
The barely functioning rational side of her brain urged her to scream, to do something. He was taking liberties with her body that he had no right to take, but the other horny as hell part of her told that side to shut the fuck up, even as Jonathan added his thumb to her clit, pushing her closer and closer to release.
“Leonard, get Anna a glass of water. She is looking a little flushed.”
Her eyes flew open at the amused words, and she knew her cheeks must be as red as the roses in the vase across the room, when her boss stepped close enough to her to see exactly what was happening under the table. Jonathan did not release her. If anything he stepped up his assault, curling his fingers in such a way that he massaged her sweet spot deep inside.
Leonard cleared his throat repeatedly, and the water splashed over the side of the glass he was pouring for Anna, masking the wet sounds of Jonathan’s fingers thrusting in and out of her sopping cunt. She would leave a visible stain on her skirt and chair at this rate, but Anna could no more stop herself from climbing towards bliss than she could stop breathing. She dug her fingers into the arms of her chair and bit her lip so hard she drew blood, as her orgasm hit her with the full force of a speeding train. Irrespective of where she was, or perhaps because of it, waves of pleasure crashed over her, as her body shook in delicious aftershocks. Jonathan did not withdraw his fingers until the last of her shudders stopped, and when she opened her eyes it was to find the room empty, bar the three of them.


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 comment:

  1. Grand pops says thank you for the great cuppa, Raven;-)