(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.
*smirks*
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*
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Blurb:
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?
Excerpt:
"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.
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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:
:D Doris, you're fantastic! As is your CP. I've always wanted to live over there. But since getting to know you guys, I really, really, really, wish I were closer. Or at least a butterfly on your wall so I could hear your...discussions...at the get togethers. Hugs and good luck!
ReplyDeleteWish you cold be here too, Leona. We have so much fun with it all :-)
Delete*could even. LOL! I can type, honest, like!
DeleteI love reading you being you, Doris, lol. :) The Orgasm Project was one of the books I picked up through Evernight's ROTG sale. I started it this morning and I cannot wait to finish it tonight. Yum. Thanks ladies. :)
ReplyDelete*squeal* Thanks, S.J. :-D
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