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.
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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Happy Reading, Love R x
Happy Reading, Love R x
Thanks for having Luke on your blog. :-)
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