(for those of you who are now scratching your heads, Doris 'redits' (red pens, and corrects) my work and I hers...
So I got a sneak preview of this, lucky, lucky, me...
You see me here, you see me everywhere…
Hello, lovely people, Doris here, a.k.a. proverbial jack in the box, or at least I feel like that, whenever I have a new release out. I can almost see folks groan, "Oh, no not her again."
I do try to make all these various blog posts different and hopefully interesting. Interviews are my favourite. Some of the lovely bloggers, who've been kind enough to host me, have some fantastic questions, that had me chuckle and in some cases really made me think.
That still leaves an awful lot of guest blogs to write. Some are easier than others. I rather enjoy writing the odd character interview. With my characters you never know what you're going to get, and they tend to get deliciously naughty.
However, that still leaves blogs like this one, where, let's face it, what I'm really saying is: Hey, this is me. I have a new release out and I'd love for you to buy it. Well, all promo could be summed up as such.
Buy my book!
I often joke that it would be so much simpler if I could just say, "Here it is, buy it!"
And then I remember those authors who bombard your twitter feed and your Facebook timeline with endless buy me, like my book, like my page, like my canary (okay, maybe not the last one, but you get my gist) and I recall how my eyes glaze over and I ignore them.
So, I pull up my big girl panties and try to come up with something witty and original that will hopefully snag a reader's attention and get them to check out my post, and give my little tale a try.
Does all of that make a difference in book sales? Hmm, I'm not sure. As a reader, I've taken note of the odd new author by coming across them through such posts, but mostly I scour genres that interest me, and if the cover is catchy and the blurb gets my attention and the excerpt looks promising, I'll buy the book. And, of course, if someone I trust recommends a book to me, then I'm much more likely to buy it.
And that wonderful thing called word of mouth is completely out of any author's hands, as far as I can see. So, where does that leave us authors with the whole promo thing?
Well, I reckon we best not tick our readers off by annoying them too much with endless promo. I try very hard to vary mine with just being me. Do I succeed?
I leave you to be the judge of that.
Oh and by the way, did I tell you? I have a new book out…
*ducks the flying shoe*
What's a girl to do when her best friend confides her inability to orgasm? Set up the Orgasm Project of course, and Maria knows just the guys to do it. Full of themselves her hot as Hades brothers might be, but at least they are safe. What can possibly go wrong?
Anastasia wants the ground to swallow her whole, when she meets the twins. How embarrassing can this be, even if the gorgeous hunks set her knickers aflame with just one look?
Jake and Carter know their mate when they see her, and nothing is going to stop these cougar shifters from claiming her. Their night of passion leads to discoveries neither one of them is prepared for.
Has their bite awakened a monster or their destiny?
"What if I don't want to go home with you?"
She opened her eyes to find Jake smiling down at her. Carter's gaze, too, sought hers through the rear view mirror, and a shiver of unease went down her spine at the disapproval she read in his eyes—eyes that bled from blue to golden and back again as she watched in stunned fascination.
"What are you?" The question left her lips before she could stop herself, and she inwardly groaned at her stupidity.
"You know what we are." Jake said, his hot breath a whisper's breadth away from her neck as he sniffed her again. "Look into yourself and tell me that you don't feel this connection. I know you do. Your body gives you away as surely as your sweet scent. You're wet for us just thinking about what we might do to you, and that's not fear I can smell, but arousal. You want us as much as we want you, have wanted you from the first moment we caught your scent all those months ago."
"You can't be serious."
Anastasia shook her head and pushed against his chest. His heartbeat thundered under her fingertips in tune with her own galloping rhythm. The fact that he seemed as affected as her by whatever was happening between them gave her a heady rush of feminine power. Liquid arousal pooled between her thighs and slicked the top of her legs. She put up no resistance to Jake's questing digits trailing up her inner thigh. Underneath the skimpy dress she had worn at Maria's insistence, his hand inched ever upwards until his knuckles brushed against the damp fabric covering her slit, and she bit back a moan when his thumb found her clit. That normally shy little bundle of nerves contracted under that slight touch and seemed to swell in need. Jake caught her groan in his mouth, and Anastasia forgot any objections she might have had at the first swipe of his tongue inside her mouth.
If she thought he smelled good, then he tasted even better. His musk exploded on her tongue, and she opened to his gentle insistence. He swooped in and took possession of the kiss. One hand fisted in her hair while the other still showed homage to her little nubbin, and she gasped into the ever more passionate kiss, when one of his incredibly long fingers slid under the elastic of her thong. She was so wet that he slipped right into the tight clasp of her body, and her internal muscles contracted around that digit. He growled low in his throat, and she ground herself against his hand as his thumb settled on her clit.
He added another finger and then a third, thrusting in and out of her needy pussy in tune with his tongue's thrusts inside her mouth, and Anastasia gave herself up to the ever more urgent demands of her body. Her hands fisted in his shirt, as the tingles started deep inside her core. Like a tidal wave of sensation they grew and tumbled forth, retreating a bit with every thrust, only to double in force with every faster pump of his fingers inside her channel.
The car lurched round a corner and then came to an abrupt stop. Cool air rushed into the heated interior, and Anastasia moaned her denial when Jake withdrew his fingers. In the blink of an eye she was freed out of her seat belt, and Jake broke the kiss to shift her body backwards. Carter's strong hands gripped her thighs, and she caught a glimpse of his glowing eyes, before he buried his head between her thighs. Her underwear gave way with an audible rip, and then his hot breath on her swollen folds robbed her of any coherent thoughts.
"My turn to taste her, brother." The growled words vibrated against her slit, seconds before his tongue delved into her quivering channel. Anastasia arched her back in desperate need to get closer to the hot mouth he used to such devastating effect on her clit. Jake chuckled in her ear, and she saw him lick his fingers, slick with her arousal. The sight was incredibly erotic, and she could taste herself in the kiss he gave her. Carter chose that moment to bite down on her clit, and she screamed. The barely functioning side of her brain marveled at that need-filled scream, muffled as it was by Jake's kiss, and she clamped her thighs around Carter's head, as she started to tumble over that elusive edge no man had ever managed to help her over.
Unlike the weak orgasms she had managed by her own hand, this one took her breath away. All sense of time and reason disappeared as her body convulsed under the hands of her lovers. Carter pushed her over that edge again, and again, and again, whilst Jake's hands played with her breasts and nipples. He rolled each hard nub between his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard, and the sharp pain zinged straight to her clit.
Jake finally broke the kiss and nibbled his way down her neck as her body shook in delicious aftershocks.
"All ours," the men grumbled in unison.
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.