Friday, 3 October 2014

A feast on Friday...where I admit I was greedy... Meet Luke from The Bear Treatment and Doris O'Connor...


I held onto  Luke for a while.






Now honestly, do you blame me?


Hello everyone. Let me introduce myself. My name is Luke Masterton, and I’m the hero in Doris O’Connor’s newest release The Bear Treatment.
When Doris asked Raven what she wanted from her for this blog post, the cheeky minx said me. Well, as flattered as I am, I’m strictly a one woman bear these days, and you really wouldn’t want to mess with my mate. Louisa submits beautifully to me, but hold onto your hats, if anyone else were to try the Dom card on her.
Then, Raven asked for my favourite pie recipe. Now, I ask you. I’m a bear. Do bears eat pie? And do I look as though I would cook? That’s what take aways are for, and places like Carlotta’s. All sorts of interesting things happen there, and it’s not just food that gets eaten, as you can see in the official excerpt for my story which you can find here.
Then she came up with a more reasonable request, and that was my take on what makes for a successful relationship.  The Luke Rules, so to speak…
So, without further ado, here they are:
1.     Love
2.     Mutual Respect
3.     Submission
4.     Love
5.     Destiny

That’s it really. I can see you all scratching your heads, but really, it’s quite simple, when you find the one you’re meant to be with above all others. Of course being a shifter tends to simplify things. Once your animal has decided there isn’t much you can do about it. In my case things got complicated because my mate was my cousin’s best friend, and human, and seemed completely disinterested in the lifestyle.
So I bided my time, and watched over her from afar. Patience paid off in the end, because when Louisa was ready to finally try and experience a bit of wax play, I was right there to give her the bear treatment.

Blurb:
There’s nothing quite like being dumped by another good-for-nothing boyfriend to focus a girl’s mind. Fun has been missing from Louisa’s life for far too long, and a bit of wax play at the spa-with-a-difference is just what she needs to take her mind off her birthday. 

What can possibly go wrong? It’s not as though the man she’s been secretly lusting after for years would turn up and see her in all of her wobbly bits glory, or give her one mind blowing orgasm after the other, is it? 

That would mean she is getting the bear treatment. You know the one—ends up being mated to one droolworthy, dominant, bear shifter—and ticks off the council no end. One thing’s for certain. After this birthday nothing will be the same again. 
Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, wax play, anal play



Excerpt:
"I mean, that I thought all my Christmases had come at once when Cassie mentioned that you'd finally broken up with that asshole, and she was dragging you here for some R&R, so to speak. Christ, babe, you have no idea, do you? And then when Bridget rang up to say you'd booked the wax treatments, wild horses wouldn't have kept me away. No other man, trusted member of my staff or not, was going to see your beautiful body covered in wax, and make you fly. No fucking way."
He stopped speaking and glared at the floor, arms crossed against his chest. He looked utterly furious and so incredibly sexy that it took all of Louisa's willpower to not jump him there and then.
The silence stretched between them, heavy and oppressive, and Luke cursed again.
"Fuck it, Lou, have I just ballsed everything up even more? I swore to myself I wouldn't risk our friendship, that you'd never be interested in the lifestyle. After all you were horrified when Cassie started waitressing at the club, but then you do this, and … damn it, woman, say something, anything, even if it's to tell me that I lost my fucking mind and you're simply here for a Brazilian wax."
Louisa burst out laughing at that. She couldn't help it. A Brazilian indeed.
"Been there, done that, going again in a month's time, so, no, I'm not here for that," she said, and the strangled sound Luke made in the back of his throat did wonders for her fragile confidence.
"Have mercy, Lou, you're killing me here." His wink tempered that statement somewhat, and he stepped closer until he could perch his butt on the edge of the table. A shiver went through her when he walked his fingers slowly down her spine until he reached the edge of the towel covering her ass. She held her breath, half expecting him to lift the towel and to check if what she said was true, but he grasped her ass through the towel indeed, and squeezed her butt cheeks.
"Have I ever told you what a fantastic ass you've got, or how many hours sleep I've lost fantasizing about it, even as a horny teen?"
"Why did you never—"
"Make a move?" Luke interrupted her, and she heard the smile in his voice. "Back then, because Cassie would have had my guts for garters, and besides you don't hit on your cousin's best friend. Especially not when you used to pull her pigtails, and, then you come back from boarding school and she's suddenly sprouted curves to die for."
Louisa turned slightly to be able to see his expression, and he looked as though he was lost in thought. He grinned at her when he noticed and shrugged his shoulders.
"Besides, you only gave me the death stare, so I thought you hated me."
Louisa rolled her eyes, earning herself a quick swat to her ass that made her moan, and Luke's eyes glittered in triumph.
"Like that, I see, pet?" The quick jump into his Dom persona confused her for a second, but then he spanked her ass a few more times, and she simply closed her eyes and absorbed the hot sensations covering her butt cheeks.  A much harder swat really stung and she yelped.
"I asked you a question. Give me a color now."
"Green, Luke. I mean, Sir."
"Good girl. So, now that we have cleared up a few misunderstandings, mainly that I'm a dumb male who should have made a move on you years ago, shall we proceed with the wax?"
Her heartbeat picked up, and she suddenly found it hard to breathe, let alone form words, so she simply nodded. He must have seen her reaction, because he kissed her shoulder and lifted her hair out of the way.
"As much as I love your long hair this is in the way. They should have told you to tie it up out of the way." He whispered the words into her ear. Louisa groaned when he licked along the shell of her ear, and then bit down slightly on the soft flesh and seemed to sniff her. It was a curious action to make and a reminder of who he really was that sent her heart into overdrive. Not that it made any difference right now. With a humongous struggle Louisa forced her mind to the here and now and his question. What had he asked?
"They did, I just forgot." She grimaced at the breathy quality of her voice and tried again. "There is a hair bobble in the robe."
In the blink of an eye, Luke moved to grab it, and then he was back and fastened her hair into a side ponytail for her.
"You've done this before," she said, and Luke laughed.
"Once or twice, pet. Wax play happens to be one of my favorites, and as I rather like women with long hair, I may have got some practice in making sure their locks are safe."
An unreasonable stab of jealousy poked Louisa in the belly, and she tensed. He noticed of course, and grasping her ponytail yanked her head up and around until she had to look at him.
"Still thinking too much, pet. Time to get you out of your thoughts. I'm going to put that blindfold on you now, because it will help with that. From now on, I just want you to feel. If it gets too much use your safewords."
She swallowed hard and whispered her assent, and then the world went black.
Nervousness was now replaced with anticipation. Blood rushed in her ears as she listened to his movements around the room. The sound of a flick of a lighter caused her to take a deep breath, and then there was the slight air movement before something touched her shoulder.
"Relax, that's just my hand. Breathe through the initial pain, and let the sensation follow, pet."

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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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