Doris O'Connor is here.... ( I'm taking my grandson...)
Happy Monday, folks, and thanks to Raven once again for
having me here. In fact, I'm here, and she's on my blog, so do pop over and pay
her a visit. I dread to think what she's getting up to over there, as she
insisted on keeping budda with her.
And we all know what she's like with that grandson of hers
and chocolate…
I did stock up on baby wipes, so fingers crossed, that’s
enough damage limitation.
*grins*
Whilst I'm here, let me say a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Raven.
I've been very privileged to be with her on her Author journey from day one,
and what an exciting time it's been. May there be many more birthdays for the
naughty Raven.
Now, to the reason why I'm here. You see, I had another
release on Friday. No, not that sort of release … get your mind out of the
gutter, folks. Though, as per usual there is plenty of that going on in my
story.
*smirks and sighs to self*
Under the Alpha's Protection is one of those stories that
came out of nowhere. I caught sight of my delicious wolf Raoul and that was it.
I had to tell his story.
He was one of my Sexy Men Friday.
Now, where was I? Oh yes, the creation of this story… Sorry,
I still get sidetracked when I look at that picture. Writing Raoul's story was
so much fun. He is so deliciously naughty and protective and so very much in
love with Nikita. Not that she knows that.
You see, as far as Nikita is concerned Raoul is her friend,
and she can't quite believe her luck in that, either. Why did the
most popular guy on campus took her freshman self under his wings five years
ago, when they first met?
That would be the small matter of his wolf scenting his
mate. However, Nikita is human, and what's more she does not believe in any of
that paranormal mumbo jumbo, which makes revealing his wolf somewhat difficult.
He doesn't want to scare her away, so he settles for being her friend and
watching over her. His little squirt could never cope with his wolf, or the
fact that Raoul is a Dom. Nikita is far too independent to submit to anyone… or
is she?
True submission comes from within, and it's liberating to
place your trust in the one you love, to simply let go, and know that your mate
will look after you.
Nikita sums it up well.
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His strained voice had held that edge of command she'd heard
him use with his team, and the tension coiling her insides had evaporated. That
voice called to a part deep inside of her, and she simply allowed herself to
let go, happy in the knowledge that Raoul would take care of everything. Here,
in his arms, in his bed, she did not need to be strong, to show the world at
large that she could do things on her own. He knew her inside out, had seen her
at her worst, and he was still here, still her friend, the one man she could
always rely on.
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I know that voice only too well, because Hubby/Sir has it
too. Like Nikita and Raoul we were friends first, before we became lovers.
"Let's just be friends," he said.
Hah, in our case it didn't take five years for that to
change. It only took three weeks, lol, but there is a lot of us in that
story, as Sir pointed out to me with a frown when he read it. Fortunately he
didn't mind, and I got to share Raoul with you all.
So, without further ado, here is a red hot excerpt, that
should surely chase those Monday blues away.
Before I disappear, however, let me share a snippet from a
review I received that made me smile, because I strive very hard to bring this
to my readers.
"...if you want a sizzling hot short story that
actually has a story as well as the sex then this really ticks the boxes….
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To celebrate the release of
Under the Alpha's Protection, I'm giving away an e-copy to one commenter. Just
tell me what you love about friends to lovers stories in the comments and make
sure to leave your e-mail address. If you've already bought my yummy wolf, then
you can pick another one of my books, or even an upcoming release.
Blurb:
Nikita Ashton and Raoul
Saint Germain have been friends for five years, so when Nikita is attacked,
there is only one place she can run to—straight into Raoul's arms.
Raoul is the Alpha of his
pack and he is furious that the woman he loves has been harmed on his
territory. Were it not for the fact that Nikita does not believe in anything
even remotely paranormal, his wolf would have claimed her years ago.
Nikita is in need of
tender, loving care, not his baser needs that are threatening to overtake him.
However, when Nikita admits that she knows about his being in the lifestyle,
the Dom in him cannot resist the challenge to make her his submissive.
Blissfully happy in their new
Dom/sub relationship, everything changes when Nikita is kidnapped. Can Raoul
get to her in time to save her life?
Be Warned:
BDSM, spanking
Excerpt:
"Drink,
squirt."
Nikita didn't even think to
argue, so enthralling was his deep voice, and she drank the cool liquid
eagerly, until he took the water bottle away and his hot, firm lips touched
hers. Her barely banked down arousal flared into an inferno again, and she
moaned when he broke the kiss and licked along her jaw. His curiously rough
tongue reminded her of her cat at home, and created exquisite friction along
her sweat slicked skin.
"Get on the bed for me and
lie down on your front." The whispered words into her ear galvanized her
into action, and he murmured his approval.
"Good girl. I'm going to
restrain you now, my sweet girl. Just your arms to start with, and then I'm
going to fuck you."
She couldn’t stop her moan at
those words, and he laughed, the sound so low and sexy, Nikita was sure she
could come from listening to his voice alone. He ran a hand down her spine
until he reached her butt, and then he scraped his nails along the tender
flesh. The burn was pain and bliss all wrapped into one, and she jumped when he
parted her ass cheeks.
He dropped a kiss on her anus
and slipped a finger into her pussy causing her to pant, and her internal
muscles pulled tight, and tried to draw the digit inside. Raoul laughed softly
and slipped another finger into her desperately clenching cunt at the same time
as his tongue pushed through the tight ring of her muscle that had never been
breached before. Warmth spread through her as that tongue probed in tune with
his fingers in her pussy. He took her right to the edge and then withdrew.
"Nooooo." The
high-pitched wail leaving her mouth didn't sound like her voice at all. Raoul
paid no heed to her whimpering. Instead he grasped one of her arms and pulled
it upwards, and then there was the sound of Velcro and something soft and thick
wrapped around her wrist.
He ran his finger underneath
the restraint, and then his face appeared in her blurry vision. Unlike earlier
when her mind had played tricks on her, this time round all she saw was Raoul
in all his ruggedly handsome glory. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his bare
chest. He must have somehow got undressed when she wasn't paying attention, too
caught up in the myriad of sensations he'd already coaxed from her body.
If this was what kinky sex did,
then Nikita couldn't understand why more people didn't embrace this lifestyle.
Never in her life had she been this turned on. Raoul repeated the process to
her other arm until she was tied and couldn't move.
"What's your safe word,
squirt?"
"Red, but I don't need it.
Please don't stop."
"Good girl."
The approval in his voice
washed over her senses, and Nikita was close to tears, so overwhelmed was she
by the intensity of the moment.
With her breasts squashed into
the bed, her nipples chafed against the cover, and she bucked when he slid his
hands under her and pinched each nipple in turn. With his naked chest pressed
against her back, exerting pressure on the left-over soreness there, Nikita
felt owned, and used, and she reveled in that feeling, as he rolled each hard
nub between his fingertips and pulled. Darts of arousal shot through her body
to her clit, and she couldn't help her breathless moan.
"Oh,
that feels so good."
He kissed her shoulder and
withdrew again. Tiny stings to her back made her gasp. Each sting was soothed
by soft lips.
"Turn your head and look
at us in the mirror. I want you to see me fuck you. I want you to see my cock
plundering your sweet cunt, so that you'll know who owns you."
Instead of appalling her, those
words excited her further, and she dutifully turned to look. Even though her
vision was hazy she could see him towering over her, his body so big and dark
compared to her, and every fiber of her being tensed when she caught the first
glimpse of his cock. Thick and long, it rose from its thatch of dark hair, his
heavy balls swinging underneath as he moved. Raoul took himself in hand and stroked
his dick from head to root with slow measured moves that had her mewling anew.
"Beg me for my cock, girl.
Tell me you want it. Tell me you're mine."
"Yes, anything, please. I
need you …. I need your cock … Sir."
The tagged on address made him
growl, and Nikita closed her eyes when he placed several cushions under her
hips until her ass was elevated.
"So wet, so beautiful. Who
owns this pussy, squirt?"
"You do, Sir."
"Damn fucking right, I
do."
He slid the thick head of his
erection through her pussy lips, and Nikita held her breath as his heat branded
her. He repeated that process over and over until Nikita wanted to scream and
her nerve endings were strung so tight, she could barely breathe. She yanked on
her restraints, but it was useless. When he finally breached her hole it was
with agonizing slowness that awakened every one of her vaginal nerves, and she
grit her teeth at the sensation of being filled and stretched to capacity.
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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:
Doris when my husband was in the army i had a lot of friends husband who were more like brother/cousins to me. I never fancied any of them. My husband always seemed taller and his eyes more bluer . Thanks for the chance . All the best with the release.
ReplyDeleteAw, how lovely :-) Thanks, Julie.
DeleteThat excerpt was HOT!!!! I'm fanning myself now. Thankfully the boss is out today.
ReplyDeleteI love friends to lover stories because they tell my story. My husband and I met our Freshman year in college and became very close friends. There was always attraction there, but one or the other of us had a boyfriend or girlfriend for 3 1/2 years. Finally senior week we were both "available." Our friends all advised against anything because they didn't want us to ruin our friendship, but we couldn't hold off any longer for our first kiss. We married 2 years later and have now been married for 20 years.
kesummer69(at)gmail(dot)com
Such a brilliant story. Thanks for sharing, Kelsey :-)
DeleteIn many romance stories (esp. shifter stories) it's an immediate "you're my mate, you're mine forever". It's really hard to go from independent woman to part of a couple, even with time, let alone immediately. In friends to lover stories, the relationship is given time to grow and become that elusive more giving it a solid foundation. I don't know a single person who would be willing to accept a lifelong partner on biology alone and expect it to last.
ReplyDeletemarie.mattingly88@gmail.com
DeleteYep, that why friends to lovers make that all the more believable, don't they? :-)
DeleteHi Doris :) *waves*
ReplyDeleteOMG the excerpt is sexy and steamy and hawt and there are not enough words to describe the hawtness of it. lol
Okay so I must say that I’m partial to friends turn to lovers stories because that’s how my life turned out. My husband and I first met my freshman year of high school and became friends. I’d always had a crush on him, but didn’t want to cross that line of friendship. It wasn’t until after high school hanging out one night; watching a movie, eating pizza and laughing that things changed. That night I shared the most magical earth shattering breath taking kiss. Friends that turn to lovers are a whole different relationship from meeting a “stranger” and dating getting to know them. For me I know my husband on a whole different type of level. I’ve seen all his stupidity and awkward moments. I’ve had to watch the girls he dated way back when. But even beyond that he’s my best friend. We just connect and talk about anything and everything….even awkward things. I think these type of relationships will always just understand each other a little better because there was never any impressing them from the beginning. :)
m.en.m0711@gmail.com
So, Meagan, let me get this right... the excerpt was hot then? ;-) LOL.
DeleteThanks so much for sharing your own friends to lovers story <3
Thanks again everyone who commented. The winner chosen with the help of random.org is Kelsey Summer. Congratulations :-D
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