Wednesday 29 November 2017

Two men, one woman, one amazing love affair and one fantastic author...(not me)

It's the amazing Doris O'Connor and her latest release

Thank you so much for having me on your blog today with my new release Her Best Friend’s Husband. Like so many of my stories the idea for this one was first sparked by a picture and the resulting tease on my blog.
The picture was a naked guy in bed, holding a wedding cake. How did I arrive from that to this story? Well, my muse works in mysterious ways, lol. The story slowly evolved and it was stuck in limbo for a long time, until I got the urge one day to pick up that manuscript, and the rest is history, as they say. J
I had such fun writing these three, and the intricacies of their relationship as they try to work out whether three is indeed better than two. So much so, in fact, that I’m planning a follow up to their story in due course.
For now, enjoy seeing Naomi struggle with her feelings for her best friend and his husband. To quote her. “Who does that?”
Naomi, for sure, and when she realizes the guys feel the same way…. Well… you might need a fan or a glass of water when you’re reading some scenes.

Or wine...lots of wine

Your best friend’s wedding is not the time to realize how much you love him...
Wedding organizer Naomi Young is not only head-over-heels in love with her best friend, she lusts after his husband.
Which is all kinds of wrong—isn’t it? Maybe not. Especially when she discovers the attraction is not as one-sided as she thought.
Dom Dawson Monroe has never had a problem going after what he wants. Both he and his new husband Josh Garrison enjoy a woman’s soft touch, so who better to satisfy that need than the one woman Josh is madly in love with? Time to claim them both as his submissives.
Convention be damned. Happiness is to be found in the soft curves of Naomi’s body, as long as they can convince her that this is forever. Only time will tell if the loving twosome can become an even more loving threesome.
Be Warned: BDSM, m/m sex, menage sex (MMF), double penetration

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“Perhaps the boy’s timing was unfortunate, but he would only owe you an apology if you hadn’t enjoyed that kiss. And we all know you did. I’d wager you’re getting wet just remembering those kisses. I know I got hard witnessing it. You two look hot together.”

Naomi gasped and opened her mouth as though to protest, but one knowing smirk from Dawson meant she simply shook her head.

“Nothing to say to that, little one?”

That question, delivered in that deep, dark, gravelly voice—his Dom voice, as Josh called it—appeared to have the same effect on Naomi, as it always did on him. Her breathing sped up, and she tensed. While he couldn’t see them from his position in his back seat, Josh bet his next orgasm that her nipples were hard little beacons signaling her arousal as clearly as the moan she swallowed. It made him wish this infernal journey was over already. He couldn’t wait to see his life-long friend squirm in pleasure under his and Dawson’s hands.

His Master’s gaze dropped down to Naomi’s cleavage and Dawson’s grin turned positively sinful.

“Never mind words, your body gives you away. If I touched you now, I’d find you sopping wet for us, wouldn’t I? In fact…”

Dawson reached across and placed his large hand on Naomi's knee. She jumped but didn't stop him as he proceeded to pull up the hem of her dress, exposing acres of dark skin.  The contrast of Dawson's much lighter hand on Naomi's thighs was startling. Josh groaned, and Naomi crunched the gear again as the traffic started moving.

"Please, I … don't." She flung an imploring look at Master and gasped when his hand briefly disappeared between her ample thighs. Josh balled his hands into fists to stop himself from grasping his dick, because seeing Master's hand reappear seconds later, his digits glistening with the unmistakable evidence of Naomi's arousal … fuck, that was hot.

Dawson grinned, licked one digit, and then held his hand out for Josh.

“Here, have a taste.”

 His amber eyes darkened when Josh grasped Master’s hand. Naomi’s sweet, addictive taste exploded on his taste buds, made ten times more potent because it was mixed in with the familiar scent of the man he loved to distraction. Josh’s balls drew up in response, and he grunted as his dick jerked inside his pants.

“No coming without my say-so, boy. Besides, you make a mess in our girl’s car you’ll be cleaning it up.”

“Oh my God, you two are too much. I’m sitting right here, you know. Are either one of you going to actually ask me what I think?”

Naomi’s voice had risen to a shrill screech in her agitation. It served as an ice-cold dampener to Josh’s arousal, and he hastily released Dawson’s hand.

“Of course, we do.” He threw an imploring glance at his husband, and Dawson gave a sharp nod. Relief flooded through Josh, at that non-verbal confirmation that his Master was more than willing to step in.

“None of this will work without your consent, and communication is vital. I just don’t appreciate you lying to yourself, or us, girl,” Dawson said.

Naomi tensed further, and Josh could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. Any minute now she would explode in anger.

“Look, Naomi, what Dawson is trying to say—”

"Spare me, Josh." Naomi glared at him through the rearview mirror, and in a move that wouldn't have been amiss in a Bond movie, she pulled into the fast lane and put her foot down, as the traffic cleared. Dawson's hand braced on the dashboard again, and when he looked all set to say something, Josh put his hand on his Master's shoulder. Dawson glanced back at him, and his brows drew together in a frown at Josh's shake of the head. He heeded his request, however, and didn't say anything, as Naomi broke every speed limit in the land in her haste to seemingly get away from them all.

An awkward silence fell between them all, only broken by Naomi's soft curses when she had to slow down for the inevitable traffic, interspersed by Dawson's sighs.

Oh, Master was pissed and getting more annoyed by the minute. One of Dawson’s unbreakable rules was the need for his submissives to stay safe. Unwittingly Naomi was breaking that rule, and Josh knew he had to say something to calm this situation down.

“Slow down, sweet cheeks. Getting us killed will not get us there any faster. I’m sorry okay.”

Naomi gasped and glanced at him through the mirror. The sheen of tears in her eyes was like a punch to the gut, and he put his hand on her shoulder. He took the fact that she didn't immediately shrug him off as a good sign. "I'm sorry I sprung this on you, but I'm not sorry I kissed you. I'm not sorry this is out in the open. We should have probably had this conversation before I got married, but there never seemed a right time, and I'm a fucking coward, okay? I was too afraid to lose our friendship, but we could be so good together. All of us."

About Doris
Doris—my bestie and the mother of my grandson—is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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Sunday 26 November 2017

#SexySnippets when a certain lady wants more...

Welcome to this weeks #SexySnippets

I'm not sure how sexy it is, although I was told during the week that sexy is in the eyes of the beholder, which is very true. After all we don't all lust after the same thing/human now do we? Which is just as well.

So here's your seven sentences from my Regency WIP working title, Amanda's Duke

La Bella Isabella leads a troupe of dancing girls. Here she is trying to discover more about a certain gentleman.

 ‘You want what?’ her brother asked. Usually the most even tempered of men he glared at her. ‘Sister mine, you are even more out of your mind than I envisioned. You can not meet him as Isabella, it is madness. And why for heaven’s sake? You’ve told me the extravaganza’s are nigh on finished and I am mighty relieved. Why risk the success and anonymity you’ve had so successfully on a whim?’

Catch all the other #SexySnippets here

Happy reading,

love Raven xx

Wednesday 22 November 2017

#MidWeekTease where Harry learns a thing or two

Well, here we are again. Another Wednesday, and another #MidWeekTease.

I'm working on extending a short 14K Regency novella into a full length story, for Manatee Books.

It's great fun, because by doing this I can really get to know my characters better. I had no idea that Amanda, my heroine was so good at composing up slightly risqué poems, or Harry, my hero played real tennis. Now I do.

Of course they both still have their secrets, who doesn't, but gradually they're telling me...
and each other.

An arranged marriage or one built on love?
Only time and they themselves can tell...

‘And am I right to assume you want to stay away from the capital when we are married?’ Harry asked as his pulse sped up. Why was her answer so important? Surely that was the ideal situation?

A strange flutter somewhere deep inside him, was a surprise. It was what he wanted so why the worry she would agree? He waited expectantly for her answer.

Amanda dropped her gaze and took her time in answering. Then she glanced up, raised her eyebrows and glanced at him with a quizzical expression. ‘Oh you better not assume anything my lord. I haven’t agreed to our betrothal yet. I have my papa’s promise that you will not harass me, or indeed court me until the new year begins.’

He was damned sure his mouth dropped open.

That wasn’t what he’d been given to understand.

He stared at her as if she was a stranger. Indeed this facet of her was. Harry took an overlarge mouthful of wine swallowed too hastily he spluttered.

‘Oh dear,’ Amanda said in a soft and patently false syrupy voice. ‘Do you need some water?’

He needed a brandy. Preferable a double.

Catch all the other #MidWeekTease posts  here

Happy reading,

love Raven x

Sunday 19 November 2017

#SexySnippets where a water bottle causes some interesting moments

Hi all and welcome to #SexySnippets

Yesterday I was on a tram in Edinburgh with what seemed like a million Rugby fans off to Murrayfield to watch Scotland play The All Blacks. (Scotland lost) 
We were squashed in like sardines before the doors opened and some more people got on.

What happened next is my #SexySnippets with a bit more added. It's definitely woven into a WIP.

No idea what you could call this...

What on earth possessed her to grab a tram to the park and ride when there was an international at Murrayfield and half the carriage was trying to do the Haka—when they were squashed in like sardines and the other half was singing 'oh ye cannae shove yer granny aff the bus'?

The carriage doors opened and somehow even more people squeezed in. 

Sandy stood her ground; it was that or have the holding pole rammed between her boobs...and what the hell was pressed up against her ass? 

"Sorry," a deep rumbling and oh god, sexy as hell voice came from behind her, "I'm  bit too close for comfort I know and oh god, I'm mortified. It's a water bottle honestly, and to prove it I'll show you when I get off and can move my hand and not be even more personal, or get my balls in a vice."

The doors opened, people streamed out and Sandy watched as a full bottle of water was waved over her head, and its owner came into view.

Her heart missed a beat and hot shards of arousal darted over her body...he was drop dead gorgeous and he smiled at her as he blew her a kiss, and shite, he got out of the tram and heading for the stadium.

(Okay I know I've taken liberties because those sentences have too many comma splices, etcetera, and they wouldn't normally, but I hope you'll forgive me.)

Catch all the other #SexySnippets... here

Happy reading,

love Raven x