Thanks Doris for agreeing to my demand...er request to drop by and chat about Her Imaginary Lover.
Hello lovely peeps.
Raven has kindly allowed me to take over her blog and ramble on scream
excitedly about my latest release, Her
Imaginary Lover.
It was one of those
stories that jumped out of me from nowhere and just had to be written. I'll
share my inspiration, shall I?
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Whhhhhaaaaat? Were you
expecting a half-naked hunk?
That better? Okay, he's
not naked, but hey, I think he's hunky.
*grins*
(so do I ~ R )
I can see you all
scratching your heads now, and thinking she's
lost the plot completely, which wouldn't be far from the truth as I'm an
utter panster and never plot, unless… and this is where those pics come in, I'm
walking the dog with hubby.
It's our time away from the kids, when we
chat about all sorts and invariably discuss my writing. You see hubby is my
staunchest supporter, and takes a keen interest in it all, and not just for
hands on research.
*smirks*
No, he reads all my
books as I write them and helps me brainstorm ideas. I can't even tell you how
many books were born during those dog walks of ours, but this one is special,
because I was in a bit of writing slump at the time, and doubting myself as a
writer.
Poor hubby got rather
fed up with me whinging about it, so during this particular dog walk he made
this throwaway comment.
"You need to write
something different. Write about invisible people watching us. That would be
cool."
Well, my muse latched
onto that, and by the end of that walk we had the bare bones of the story, and
I was itching to write it, with hubby demanding to read the next chapter every
evening.
Once Kaylom got into my
head, I couldn't stop writing. He really is quite something, but then again so
is Macie.
Enjoy their story J
And, just so that I
don't get lynched, this is kinda how I pictured Kaylom.
Blurb:
~Editors
Pick~
When your imaginary friend turns out to be real, there's
only one thing you can do—have the best sex of your life.
Macie Johann's ordered world is thrown into chaos, when she
is attacked on her way home from work. The muscle bound hunk that comes to her
rescue would appear to be naked? Okay then, maybe she has hit her head a
bit too hard, but then again no one else seems to notice him, and there is
something very familiar about this guy.
Blind from birth Macie has learnt to trust her senses, and
they all scream at her to grab her chance of true happiness with the man, who
makes her body and soul sing. Never mind the small fact of his not being human.
When their actions get Kaylom yanked back into his dimension
to stand trial, Macie follows determined to fight for her man.
Excerpt:
Macie
grinned at the sound of smashing crockery, as he kicked her legs apart and
urged her forward until her torso lay prone on her table. With her breasts
squashed into the wood, and his hand applying pressure on her shoulder blades,
she had nowhere to go. A shudder went through her when he stepped so close that
his hair roughened thighs touched the back of her legs. His heavy erection slid
along her pussy lips, and she knew she was coating him in her juices. They slid
down the inside of her thighs.
The
mere fact they were doing this here, now, in her kitchen added another layer of
deliciously naughty to the whole experience. Her kitchen faced a busy main
street, and she had no curtains up. In theory anyone would be able to see in
and see what they were doing. A giggle escaped her at the thought. Not that
they would see Kaylom. They would no doubt wonder at the strange woman who lay
naked along her table.
Kaylom's
chest molded itself along her back, and a little nip to her shoulder focused
his attention back on him.
"What's
so funny?" he asked.
"Nothing."
A sharp
pinch to the side of her breast made her gasp. That sting traveled straight to
her clit, and she wriggled her hips to relieve the resulting ache in her pussy.
"Nothing,
is it? I think my little munchkin needs to be reminded who's boss."
He
lifted off her, and she moaned at the loss of his body warmth. A smack to her
ass ground her pelvis into the edge of the table, and she bit her lip to stop
from crying out. That felt way too good. He soothed the sting with his hand,
and then spanked her other cheek with considerably more force than the first
swat. Macie yelped and squirmed under his hands, and his chuckle seemed to echo
around the room. It only served to stoke her excitement further. Kaylom ran his
hands up and down her spine and then up her arms taking them with him. He
curled her fingers over the opposite edge of her small table.
"Keep
them like this and don't move, or I'll have to tie you to this table, do you
hear me?"
"Yes,"
she said, and all the breath left her lungs when he smacked her ass with so
much force she slid further up the table.
"Yes,
what?" he asked, and this time there was no mistaking the edge of command
in his voice. He yanked her head back hard, and his hot breath skittered across
her sweat slicked flesh as he nipped at her lips and throat. A feminist would
have a field day with her right now, but fuck her, if this display of his
dominance didn't turn her on even more.
What
had he said? His kind demanded their mates to be submissive and calling him
“Sir” was a token of respect.
"Yes,
Sir," she said, and he kissed her with so much passion, it took her breath
away.
"Good
girl. You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that."
She
blinked back tears and held onto the edge for dear life when he grasped her
hips, and pulled her down the table until her ass hung off it.
"You're
so fucking wet for me baby. You want me to fuck this sweet ass of yours, don't
you?" His breath felt cool across her slick folds, and his fingers dug
into her thighs as he spread her wider, and Macie lost the ability to think at
the first touch of his tongue.
He
licked her from slit to clit and back again, until she was so close to coming
she didn’t even know what the sounds were spilling from her mouth.
Seconds
before she reached that all elusive peak, he withdrew, and she thumped her head
against the table in frustration.
"Bastard,
err, Sir."
He
laughed and then rained a series of hard swats on her ass that left her
breathless and even wetter.
"Oh
your butt reddens beautifully under my hands, my sweet, and let's gets one
thing straight. I will not tolerate you using cuss words. Your mouth is far too
pretty for anything that nasty to come out of it. If we were in my realm I'd
shove a gag inside that foul sounding mouth and then strap a vibrator inside
you with just enough force to keep you on the edge without coming. How would
you like that?"
Macie
shook her head and swallowed nervously.
"No,
Sir, thank you, Sir, I wouldn't like that at all."
The air
displacement gave her a second's warning before he tunneled his tongue into her
pussy hole, and she climbed back up those delicious rungs of tingling bliss
before he once again withdrew.
Macie
keened her disappointment, and he delivered several more open handed swats to
her ass, before he attacked her swollen and sensitive pussy again.
Macie
lost count how many times he spanked her and then revved her up again before
withdrawing. Time lost all meaning. All that mattered were the painful swats to
her ass that morphed into blissful heat, which suffused her entire body until
she felt on fire for this man.
From
far, far away she heard his voice eventually, and she flinched when something
cold hit her ass crack.
"Sorry,
my sweet, this will only last a moment."
Available from Evernight Publishing June
16th.
For all other buy links,
please check the book page here.
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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.
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Thanks for twisting my arm, Raven ;-) x
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