And to know he's from my bestie, Doris o'Connor
Hello, lovely peeps. Doris here. The awesome
Raven let me loose on her blog. Now what can I do to run amok on here….
looks around furtively
Okay, okay, I behave… My latest hero Gabe
is giving me that look. You know the
one. The Dear Author, behave yourself of I’ll stop talking to you look. Shame
it’s not the, behave or earn yourself a trip over my knee, look. Sadly, those
are strictly reserved for his Lissa these days.
Dammit, those characters get all the fun
parts!
However, I digress, as per usual. I was
going to talk about names, in particular character names. How to pick them?
Well, in my case, my ornery characters are usually pretty adamant about which
names they want to use. I typically can’t write unless I have their names
firmly in my head. Same goes for a title. I need
one of those, even if it might change.
Gabe’s Revenge has always been just that. I
briefly considered others, but that title stuck, like they usually do. Same for
his name. I just knew from the off he would be Gabriel Henshaw aka Gabe.
Lissandra’s name also popped into my head straightway. I had more trouble with
her mother. While she is only referred to in the background—her mother passed
when Lissa was a child—she is an important element in the story.
That’s where the trouble started. Not that
I realized it, until I got my edits. You see her mother was called Gabriella.
It didn’t occur to me that Gabriella and Gabriel are far too similar.
Snort
So, the name got changed to avoid
confusion. I know why I subconsciously chose that name. My youngest daughter is
called Gabrielle and would have been Gabriel had she been a boy. I like those
names, though don’t expect me to use one of my children’s names as a character…
That would be… weird… I mean you know the
books I write, right? They have… s e x.
A lot of it, and using my kid’s names in that context. Erm, yeah, nope.
Like when Raven wanted to call one of her
heroes Marcel and I was like. NOOOOO!
That’s my son’s name. I can’t read about
him having kinky sex.
Snort
To which the ever-snarky Raven replied.
“But how do you know it will be kinky sex?”
glares at her
“Any kind of sex!”
LOL, the problems us writers have.
Strangely enough, I can disassociate myself from that when I read for pleasure,
and to be honest I haven’t come across many characters who share my children’s
names—thankfully!
Now, I have no problems using names of the
people I know when I need a villain, or you know, readers’ names in my stories.
I’ve used quite a few of them for my heroines, when said readers have requested
I do so. That’s fun to do.
Strange, how your mind works isn’t it?
What about you? Do you have to stop reading
if an author uses a name you dislike, or is the name of someone you know?
Enquiring minds needs to know these things. Answer in the comments please. I’ll
chose one lucky reader to have their
name used in one of my upcoming stories.
Enough of my rambling, and over to Gabe.
Revenge is best served cold, you know….
Blurb:
Revenge
is best served cold…
Gabriel Henshaw is nothing but a monster—a ruthless killer—that’s what Lissa
Andrini has always been told. Sold to the man by her own father, she fears for
her life, yet she can’t help the insane pull she feels to him. It has to be
some form of Stockholm syndrome, surely? It couldn’t possibly be the effect of
his Dominant nature effortlessly pulling her under his spell and awakening her
latent submissive side.
Beating Andrini to a bloody pulp soothes Gabe’s rage temporarily, but that
leaves his daughter. Were it not for a promise to her mother, he’d refuse this
payment, not least because Lissa Andrini awakens all of his protective and
carnal instincts. The perfect counterfoil for his darker needs and desires, she
has the power to bring him to his knees.
Can love flourish when you’re a pawn in a dangerous game?
Be
Warned: BDSM, spanking, anal sex, Daddy Dom/little girl play
Buy links:
Excerpt:
“Fuck you, Sir.”
The snarky intonation she put on that
title, while she yanked her chin up and did her best to stare him down, should
have made him do good on his promise to put her over his knee. However, the
slight wobble in her bottom lip, coupled with the way every delectable curve of
her body was pressed into his frame, meant any such action would be a very bad
idea indeed. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her, and he didn’t
want her first time to be angry sex. She deserved better than that.
“Oh, fuck, we will, my dear, but not now
and not here.”
Her eyes grew wide, her already fast
breaths sped up even more, and Gabe swallowed a groan. He let go of her and
stepped back for some much-needed breathing space. As it was his cock was
trying his hardest to break out the confines of the denim surrounding it. Gabe
couldn’t even remember the last time he wanted a woman this damn much.
“So, you’re going to add rape to your rap
sheet. Murdering innocent women wasn’t enough for you?”
A gasp from behind them alerted Gabe to
Mavis’s presence, and sure enough when he turned his head it was to see her
standing there. Hands pushed into the pockets of her ever-present apron her
lips were pressed into a fine line, signaling her disapproval.
“Parkinson is here, Gabe,” she said.
“Thank you, Mavis, I’ll be there in a
minute.”
She nodded, glanced at Lissandra and shook
her head.
“Tell her the truth, Gabe, all of it. Or
this will never work.”
With that, she turned and left them alone
on the terrace.
“Oh my God, she knows, doesn’t she? I
thought she was nice and I could trust her. Oh, I’m such a fool.”
Lissandra tried to get past him, but he
stepped in her way.
“Lissa, don’t.” She pushed against his
chest in a vain effort to make him move and then glared up at him.
“Don’t you dare call me that. Only Mama
ever called me that. Don’t you fucking dare…” She slammed her hand over her
mouth and shook her head. Misery and despair rolled off of her in waves, and
Gabe had to fight the urge to take her in his arms. She wouldn’t welcome that
move right now, if ever, and now was not the time.
Instead he crossed his arms over his chest,
widened his stance, and simply looked at her.
“I’ll call you anything I damn well,
please, little girl, and you will
lose the attitude. I told you last night, you’re mine now, so you better get
used to it. As for Mavis, she is the most loyal person I ever met. Without her,
I doubt I would have survived my childhood, so you be nice to her, do you hear
me?”
“Or what? You’ll kill me, too?” The mumbled
reply grated, and he took several deep breaths to calm himself.
“If I wanted you dead, you’d be six feet
under already, girl. After the hit on your father went wrong, I’ve never
trusted anyone else to do the killing for me ever again.” He waited for that to
sink in, and sure enough her head came up, and she stared wide-eyed, confusion
evident on her face.
“I thought… it wasn’t…”
“No, little girl. I’m not such a bastard
that I would rob a child of its mother, especially when that mother’s only
crime was falling in love and staying with that fucker, Andrini. Besides, I
prefer to kill with my hands. Much more satisfying.” He uncrossed his arms and
wrapped his hands around her slender throat. Her heartbeat jumped under his
palms, and he squeezed just once before he released her. “To feel the life
draining out a piece of scum that crossed me … that’s sweet.”
“You’re a monster.” Her whispered reply made
him grin.
“Yes, I suppose I am. You better get used
to it, little girl, and don’t get any silly ideas of crossing me. You behave
and do as you’re told, and we’ll get along just fine.”
She swallowed hard, but gave the tiniest
nod, and that would have to do for now.
“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard now, was
it?”
“So, you’ll kill me if I don’t behave?”
She mimed quotation marks around that one word and nudged her chin up in
a move of defiance that simply served to make him harder. It would be fun to
tame all that passion, indeed, and knowing that he would be the first man ever
to touch her, to teach her … fuck, what
a turn-on that was. Gabe had never cared much about being the first. He wasn’t
possessive over the women he fucked. That would mean he cared about them to be
anything more than a convenient set of holes to sink his dick into, but this
was Lissandra Andrini. His revenge and he was fast beginning to realize his
destiny, too. Whether she’d also prove to be his downfall remained to be seen.
“Killing is too easy an out. That’s the
only reason Andrini still lives. I want him to suffer, to wallow in his own
filth. Death is too good for the likes of him. As for you…” He paused and
smiled. “I’ve already told you what I’ll do to you. And once that ass of yours
is red raw I will fuck it, so, maybe
I’ll kill you after all with the petit
mort, at least.”
Her sharp intake of breath almost sounded
like a moan, and acting on instinct, he stepped closer, and shoved his hand
under her robe to cup her mound. Wet heat greeted his palm, and he smirked,
while a blush suffused her pale skin.
“What are you? You can’t … oh…” She tried
to clamp her legs together, but one shake of his head stopped her. He forced
himself to remove his hand, looked at the glistening evidence of her arousal on
his palm and held it up for her to see.
“Protest all you want, Lissa. Hate me if
you must, but your body doesn’t lie.” He licked the wetness off his hands and
immediately regretted that, as her feminine musk hit his nostrils. Damn, she
smelled good.
“I do, I hate you.” Her denial was too
breathy to be truly effective, and Gabe laughed.
“No problem, my sweet. You don’t have to
like me to enjoy fucking me. Now, go and get dressed, and meet me in the living
room in ten minutes. Don’t make me wait, or so help me I drag you out there
like this or maybe naked.” He grinned at her simmering outrage. “I’m sure my
men would enjoy the view.”
“You wouldn’t dare?”
Gabe threw his head back and laughed.
“Oh, my sweet, never dare the monster.”
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That’s all from me today. I hope you check
out Gabe’s Revenge.
Do stay naughty!
D xxx
