#MidWeekTease and The fantastic Doris O'Connor, with Pedro...

I'm gladly handing my #MidWeekTease over this week...

Meet Master Pedro

Hello everyone and thanks so much to Raven for letting me share a little from my brand new release Auctioned to the Spanish Dom for her #MWTease.

Master Pedro has the reputation for being hard on his subs. He is a Sadist through and through, and dishing out pleasurable pain is something he does very well. However, he does something else equally as well, and that is aftercare.

Peyton and he had an intense scene at the club, and they are now on their way to her house. Peyton wakes up in the back of Master Slade’s car wondering what the heck is going on.

Enjoy, I hope J

Tease:

Peyton’s heart did a merry somersault in her chest when Pedro looked down. In the dim interior of the car, she couldn’t read his expression very well, but his hold on her tightened when he realized she was awake. Peyton licked her dry lips, and Pedro produced a sports water bottle and held it up to her lips.

She didn’t even think to question the action, just drank greedily, until almost half the bottle was gone.

Pedro smiled at her.

“Better, pequeña?”

Before she could respond with anything other than a nod, the door opened and cool air rushed into the inside of the car. Goose bumps popped on her exposed skin, and heat flooded her cheeks when it dawned on her that she was sat on Pedro’s lap in nothing but her flimsy black dress and this blanket. She hastily yanked it over her cleavage. Pedro, at least had seen it all, but the man who ducked his head, and fixed his blue gaze on hers, was Master Slade from the club.

What the fuck was going on? Her slush-for-brains mind couldn’t quite grasp the order of events since she’d passed out from the most intense pleasure. Just remembering what Pedro had done to her sent moisture to her pussy lips and made her nipples harden. Hardly the best response in front of Slade, whose assessing gaze seemed to know exactly what was going on, if that ever deepening grin was anything to go by.

Damn those overbearing Domly types.

“I see the sleeping subbie is awake. Do I have your permission to go through your handbag to get the keys to your front door, Peyton?”

“What? Why would you need? Dammit, I can’t think.”

Pedro’s silent chuckles shook his big frame, and she did her best to glare up at him. Peyton failed miserably as her insides just went to complete mush at the affection she read in his warm gaze.

Slade’s deep voice shook her up further.

“Thoroughly rattled subbie there, Pedro. I’m impressed. Peyton, look at me.”

Her gaze snapped to his immediately, and Pedro chose that moment to caress her nape. The simple contact sent delicious tingles down her spine and she relaxed into his embrace.

“That’s my pequeñita.” Pedro whispered the words into her ear, and a whimper of need escaped her.

“Pedro, I’m trying to have a conversation with your sub here. You’re not helping.”

Pedro simply shrugged his shoulders, and Slade laughed out loud.

“Guess I’ll just help myself then. Peyton?”

What had he asked her? Something about a key, and…. She waved her hand in a dismissive fashion and from somewhere found the words.

“Yes, do whatever. Nice here, don’t wanna leave.”

Peyton shut her eyes and let herself drift away, dimly aware of the sensation of being lifted, the deep rumble of several male voices, and then the front door shut and she was lowered unto her own comfortable bed.

“Stay there a minute. I’ll run you a bath.”

Peyton nodded and curled onto her side, but the wince-worthy pain in her ass stopped her. Where had that come from? She stretched gingerly and realized that she was sore all over.

“Ow, dammit.”                            

The bed dipped and Pedro’s soothing lilt dispelled some of her rising anxiety.

“Shh, pequeña, I know it hurts. Up you come and into the bath. It will help soothe those aches.”

Pedro assisted her to stand, and while heat rose in her cheeks when he expertly helped her out of her dress, she also didn’t think to argue the point. Besides, just having him here to lean on made her body hurt less, which was a most curious sensation, considering he was the one that had hurt her in the first place. Then again, it might have something to do with the fact that the man was just so sex-on-legs gorgeous that she wanted to jump him. There was no missing the hard-on he was once again sporting and the heat in his dark gaze as it caressed her naked body, setting her alight.

“Sir?” She let her hand trail down his torso, until she could grasp his heavy cock through his jeans, and his erection jerked under her fingertips. Pedro’s eyes lit up in approval, but he grasped her wrist and stopped her from going further.

“No, tonight is about you, not me.”

With his free hand, he tipped her chin up and ran his thumb over her bottom lip in a soothing caress that made her want to sink to her knees in front of him. Before she could act on that impulse, however, he’d swept her up in her arms.

His jaw clenched at her involuntary gasp of pain as her sore back and ass protested. In just a few strides they were in her bathroom, and Peyton blinked back tears. In the short time it had taken to fill her bath, Pedro had worked miracles. The lights were off, and her tiny bathroom was lit up entirely by her collection of scented candles. They filled the air with their soothing scent, and when he carefully lowered her into the bubbles, the first sting of the water hitting her sore flesh was soon taken away by the heat of the water. Pedro put a rolled-up towel behind her neck and kissed her hair.

“There you are. You let the water take care of those aches and pains and I’ll be back soon with a snack for you.”

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Blurb:

[Ménage and More: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, flogging, paddling, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA for M/F]

Peyton King had a simple plan. Sign up for the Spectrum Auctions and finally get the story that will get her the promotion she craves.

It’s just her luck that the person who wins her is Pedro Hernandez. The Spanish Dom has been starring in her erotic dreams ever since they first butted heads in her professional life, and he proves impossible to resist, if downright scary.

The sadist in Pedro is looking forward to teaching the prickly reporter a lesson or two. However, when Peyton turns out to be a masochist her instinctive responses floor the experienced Dom. Maybe it’s just his age catching up with him, but this young reporter gets under his skin like no other sub ever has, and their play smashes through both of their emotional defences in record time.

When their relationship is put to the test, Pedro has to decide if he can trust his pequeñita.

She is a reporter after all…

Available at Bookstrand at a 10% discount still

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Thanks again for letting me share, Raven.

Stay naughty, folks.

D xx

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where I say, come and be Awoken by the Sheik

He can wake me up anytime...

Woohoo, I have a book out! Saying that just never gets old, and thanks to the lovely Raven I get to share it with you all.

Awoken by the Sheikh is one of those stories that’s really quite special to me, and it’s also one of those stories that nagged, and nagged…. A bit like Raven when she wants me to do something.

*smirks*

So why is it so special, I hear you ask? Well, believe it or not this was the first erotic story I ever wrote. I literally woke up one morning with the story idea in my head, and knew I had to write it. One week later it was done. I wrote the whole thing with my tongue firmly stuck in the side of my cheek, and blushed myself through writing it.

That’s not really why this story is so special, though. No, it’s special because it was the cause of a turning point in my relationship with my husband. He read parts of this and went, “Good god woman, do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that to do?”

I spare you the details, but the frank discussion that followed, meant we finally truly embraced our kinky side, and my very dominant husband became my Sir. Of course this didn’t happen overnight, far from it. But over the last three years since this has been written, I have become his collared sub, and we’re a lot happier for it, and are embracing the lifestyle more and more.

This is where the nagging story comes in. You see I wrote the original version right at the start of our journey and there were things I wasn’t happy with. So, this new version is not only extended, it is far more accurate to the lifestyle.

I’ve fallen in love with Rashid and Astrid all over again, and I hope readers will do too.

Blurb:

Services to Sisterhood, 1                                   

Loosen up and awake your inner Sex Goddess...call it services to sisterhood.

The mere thought of an all-expenses paid trip to a tropical island of sexual abandonment makes straight-laced school teacher Astrid break out in a heat rash. What fantasy is she supposed to live out, exactly? You kinda need to have them to re-enact them, right? However, she can’t really turn down a birthday present, even if her outrageous best friend would let her.

Everything changes when she wakes up in her very own Arabian Fantasy. Prince Rashid expects her complete obedience, and Astrid can’t help but respond to the demands of the enigmatic Sheikh. Maybe it’s just the ambiance of this place but Astrid finds new strength in her submission, and the sex is out of this world.

What happens, however, when reality beckons? Can she hold onto the fantasy?

Be Warned: BDSM, f/f interaction, anal play, rimming, spanking

                             

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Excerpt:

“No, my lord. I have been a very bad girl, I deserve your wrath. Do with me as you wish.”

Silence and the sound of their combined breathing was the only reaction to her whispered words. Her body braced itself for the sweet pain she was sure would follow, but didn’t.

Confusion made her look up as his hands went into her hair, and tilted her head up. The unexpected tenderness in his eyes made her blink.

“Not today, my sweet.”

He released her as abruptly as he’d grabbed her, his expression unreadable. She moaned her frustration when he got up instead of pouncing on her, like she’d hoped he would. She let her gaze feast on the incredible display of rippling muscles as he moved away from their resting place. His ass clenched and released with his movements, and when he turned round again, his magnificent cock jutted up toward his navel. Like a come-suck-me-beacon the thick mushroom head was slick with pre-cum, and it took all of Astrid’s willpower to not crawl along the floor toward him, run her hands up his hair roughened thighs, and fondle the heavy balls swinging between his legs.

She wanted to curl her hand around his thick girth, run her tongue along the vein underneath his cock, and then take him deep toward the back of her throat, and swallow.

She did none of that, of course. Instead she sat and waited as he approached the low table filled to bursting with fresh food and refreshments. Presumably the servants had restocked while they had slept. She certainly never saw them. Good grief, why am I even thinking about food at a time like this? Something is wrong. Has he gone off me already?

Furiously she blinked back the tears of frustration at her jumbled thoughts.  Of course he hadn’t. His erect cock meant he still wanted her, sexually at least, and really that was all she had signed up for here, so why was she being this pathetically needy? Damn it, she wanted to taste him so badly it hurt. Her pussy contracted in need for his touch. Her voice shook with the force of her own arousal. Was this her punishment then? Was he going to make her beg?

“Please my lord, what’s wrong?”

The heat in his gaze set the fire in her belly to flashpoint, and his gaze rolled over her. Like a physical caress it warmed up every bit of flesh he skimmed over from afar.

“Don’t you want me, my lord?”

His animalistic grunt in answer made a fresh wave of moisture seep into her already drenched cunt. A small muscle ticked in his clenched jaw, and, fists balled at his side, he closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. The Arabic words too low for her to catch, even if she’d known the language. When he finally opened those eyes the glimpse of pain made her heart ache for the man behind the mask. A mask she instinctively knew he wore.

“Call me Rashid. I want you to scream my name when you come just for me, not the prince, not this place, just you and me. Will you do that for me? Please? Fuck, I don’t even know your name.”

Astrid’s eyes widened further at the agitation in those grumbled words. Rashid took several steps toward her, his eyes locked with hers, and the heated intensity in his gaze took her breath away. He reached out to her. His fingers shook when they closed around the hand she offered to him with an uncertain smile, and all of her courage fled at the sudden vulnerability he showed her. This was far more dangerous to her than any of the aggression he had shown her before. This man she could fall in love with so easily that it frightened her witless. What was happening here, and why did he complicate matters now?

A small tug at her hand, and she tumbled against his chest as his other arm lifted her effortlessly against his frame. She locked her legs round his waist automatically, bringing her wet pussy agonizingly close to his cock. His whole body jerked at the contact, and she gripped him tighter with her thighs. Both of his hands dug into her ass, and his forehead touched hers. Their breaths mingled as he just held her there, and dropped butterfly kisses along her jaw, while his stubble scraped her skin.

“What is your name, my pretty?”

The question, whispered in between kisses, took her by surprise. She sought his gaze, and the tenderness she could see in his eyes made her swallow.

“Astrid. Why?”

His warm smile undid her completely. Good God, that smile ought to be patented. She drowned in the kiss that followed. His tongue started an erotic dance with hers. The kiss turned from tender to passionate in seconds, and the arms holding her shook with need, as the sweet smell of their combined arousal grew strong in the air.

They groaned in unison when he adjusted her position and his cock slid home right up to the hilt. He was big, so wet as she was, the move hurt as he filled her, stretched her to bursting, and her vaginal muscles struggled to accommodate him. In seconds though, pain gave way to need so intense she could barely breathe. God, she needed to move now. A slight wriggle of her hips was all his iron grip on her would allow, and his labored breathing matched hers.

 “Look at me, Astrid.”

Suddenly shy, she shook her head into his shoulder, and she felt his smile in the kiss he dropped on her wildly beating pulse.

“I’m going to ride you so hard that you will never forget me after you leave tomorrow. Do you hear me, Astrid?” And with one swift move she was on her back. The lush carpet cushioned the impact as he thrust deep, pounding her into the floor, as though he wanted to brand her as his. His desperation matched her own as his mouth closed over her nipple. Sensations built deep within her core, and his hands found hers and pinned her arms high above her head. The move meant her breasts stuck up into the air, and Astrid screamed when he bit first one, and the other, nipple hard enough to leave bruises. The sweet pain made her clench around his cock, as the familiar tingles started. So close, she was so damn close.

Rashid raised his head and swore.

“That’s it, baby, milk my cock with your greedy little cunt. Know this pussy is mine. Scream for me, Astrid.”

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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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He he *rubs hands with glee*, just look who's come to visit me...

Yeah, mega chair swivel jiggle here. I grabbed Doris and her Alien Warriors...

Hello everyone, and a big thank you to Raven for allowing me to tell you a little bit about my story. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Sapphyre, and I used to live on the planet you will know as earth. Not that it’s anything like as beautiful now, as it was in your time.

I hate to tell you this, but you really didn’t look after the planet well. Pollution and wars took their toll and much faster than any of you anticipated, I’m sure. I know my mother used to tell me stories of when earth was a lovely place to live, with blue oceans, and rain that didn’t scald your skin. Everything changed when the first landmass collapsed, and governments folded, and then the Aliens arrived….

I had a very dim opinion of them before I met my Drakans. You see, life on earth now is just… hard. Crime is rife and there isn’t really a safe place anywhere unless you live up high in the mountains, away from the floods and the riots, but nowhere is safe from the visits from space.

Since the Drakans first established contact with Earth, a whole new world has opened up. In theory earth is under Drakan protection. The reality is somewhat different, as Drakan and Cirrion fight over earth. I don’t think anyone really knows why those two races are at war with each other, but Earth is kind of caught in the cross fire.

Both races raid us for what they need, and they both take human women for their own ends.

So, naturally, the last thing I wanted was to end up on a spaceship with any sort of Alien, but that is exactly what happened. There I was trying to make a living for my daughter and myself, and those two hunks walk into the bar/brothel I was living in.

I mistook them for Cirrions at first, and that didn’t go down too well, I tell you.

Anyhoo, I did mention they were hunks, right? Seven foot droolworthy specimen of male perfection, in fact, and my resolve to stay away from them, didn’t last long. They did save mine and Jayde’s life, after all… and well. A woman has needs, right?

*smiles and grins*                                             

Needs that took me by surprise, especially when those pesky emotions get involved, but how can you resist a man or rather men who take such care of your daughter. Jayde has seen so much violence in her young life, it breaks my heart, but Alzaar and Bentaan have looked after her from the minute they rescued us off earth. It meant we finally felt safe, or as safe as one can ever feel in this war torn galaxy.

I leave you with the moment they rescue us off earth.  As you can see, I wasn’t exactly co-operative…

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“Told you a visit planet side would blow away the cobwebs, Alzaar, and we got us a fine prize to boot.” His second grinned at him, and Alzaar yanked his sword out of the gut of the bar’s owner and wiped it clean on one of the table cloths. The man’s guts spilled all over the floor, and he kicked them away with a disgusted growl.

The sound of a child’s tears reached his ears, together with the frantic beating of two hearts, and he yanked the table the human female was cowered under, into the air. Bloodlust still filled his nostrils, and he hardened his heart against the wave of possessiveness and the need to protect that assaulted him the minute his gaze connected with the female’s. One hand clutched in a death grip on the back of her child’s dress, she stood to her full height, dagger raised in the air. She backed away from him and Bentaan slowly, keeping her daughter behind her at all times. With Bentaan in the way of the exit, however, and Alzaar blocking the staff entrance she had nowhere to go.

Her gaze flicked between the two men, and her shoulders slumped slightly, when her precarious situation seemed to dawn on her, yet she raised her dagger higher, and tried her best to stare them down.

“You’ll not take Jayde. You’ll have to kill me first,” she said.

“That can be arranged, human.” Her eyes widened in fear at Alzaar’s growled reply as he took several steps closer to her. He didn’t pay any attention to Bentaan’s warning shout in Drakan, too focused on this woman who dared to stand up to him, and what’s more made his body respond to her presence in completely unwanted ways. Even now, her scent, made more potent by her fear and grim determination to protect her progeny, called to him. He had no time for these emerging feelings, damn it. He didn’t want them, not now, not ever. Alzaar had buried them on that fateful day so long ago, and he never thought to need them again. Certainly not here on this hell hole of a planet, staring down a fragile human mother hell bent on protecting her child.

His grim smile made her tighten her grip on the dagger.

“I mean it. Don’t take a step closer.”

Her heart beat thundered at the pulse point in her neck and at some point during the fight her clothes had torn. Her top hung off one shoulder, exposing acres of creamy flesh, and Alzaar hardened to the point of pain at the curve of breast tissue he could see as she moved. It had been way too long since he’d felt a woman’s soft touch, and had lost himself to the sheer carnal pleasure of seeking his relief in anything other than his own hand. He shook his head to clear it of the erotic images battling in his brain. Instead, he took a closer step until she had to crane her neck to look up at him, and with just one well-placed flick of her wrist, he unarmed her. The dagger fell to the floor and he kicked it away. Bentaan picked it up and deposited it in his weapon’s belt, and he, too, advanced on the human.

One look at his second-in-command proved him to be as in thrall of her as Alzaar himself was, and that pissed him off even more. Friends a long time before Alzaar’s marriage and mating to Bentaan’s sister, they were no strangers to sharing females, but he didn’t want to share this one. Fuck he didn’t want her at all, so maybe this was the solution. Let Bentaan at her and be done with it.

“Ignore my menacing friend, here,” Bentaan said, and winked at Alzaar. “He doesn’t like planets much, and I fear we’ve already overstayed our welcome on this one. We mean you no harm, nor your daughter, but there is no time to explain any of this. Our enemies will have tracked us down by now, so unless you want to fall into Cirrion hands, I suggest you stop struggling and come with us. No one will harm you onboard our ship. You have my word on that.”

The human blinked back tears and shook her head, her gaze still darting between them frantically. It was her daughter’s muffled, “Mummy” that seemed to make up her mind for her. All the fight went out of her, just as renewed screams announced the arrival of the Cirrion shuttle.

This human space dock was neutral territory, or as neutral as the two races ever got, but all bets would be off, once the Cirrions saw the female and her daughter. These two would fetch a high price indeed on the open market, and Alzaar crunched his teeth at the thought of a child being subjected to such depravity.

The Tamarillion was a war ship, not a transport ship, but they couldn’t very well leave these two to their fates.

Before she had a chance to give her answer, Alzaar swung her over his shoulder, and ran for the exit. She screamed and kicked and pummeled his back, but he paid her no heed. He swatted her ass twice instead and her outraged scream made him smile, as the flesh wobbled under his fingertips. It seemed his human hid a curvaceous body under those baggy clothes.

“Hold still, human, you won’t get free. Bentaan has your daughter, and we need to get out of here, unless you would rather she’d be sold as a sex slave.”

Predictably she stopped struggling and her little hands fisted in the back of his tunic as she pushed herself upward, no doubt to make sure Bentaan was indeed bringing Jayde.

With an uncharacteristic grin Alzaar started running in earnest, his second’s reassuring footsteps following close behind. Shots fired and kicked up the earth under his feet, as his troops cottoned on to their commander’s predicament and opened fire from their cloaked position up above. One shot hit his arm and the human screamed and jerked. The scent of her blood filled his nostrils and Bentaan swore and overtook him, putting his big body between the advancing band of Cirrions and the wide-eyed and frightened child in his arms. Her mother went limp over his shoulder, and Alzaar whirled around with a roar to shake the ground, and opened fire on the Cirrions closest to him.

“Alzaar, now.”

At Bentaan’s shout he once again whirled around and took off at a run toward their shuttle. Bentaan activated the shields and took off the minute the hatch slid shut behind them, and Alzaar lowered his unconscious burden onto one of the padded benches.

She was too damn still, and her breathing too labored for his liking.

“How is she?” Bentaan asked, and her daughter started to cry louder. Jayde undid her seat belt and threw herself at her mother with a heart-wrenching sob.

“Not good, she got hit when the shot glanced off my arm. Damn it, there’s too much blood. What’s the ETA?”

“Ten minutes tops. I’m putting the medics on alert. Can you stop the bleed?” Bentaan’s worry came through in his terse question and Alzaar swallowed the curse bubbling on his tongue, mindful of the wide-eyed, tearful stare of the little girl, who watched his every move.

He smiled at her, and gently moved her out of the way.

“I need room to work on your mother, little one. Let me help her.”

Much to his surprise the tiny human moved instantly. She straightened her spine, bit her lip, and nodded.

“You make my mummy better? Mummy will be okay?”

The whispered question settled deep in his gut and Alzaar nodded as he applied pressure to the wound. He had the equipment onboard to seal the flesh instantly, but he daren’t do so in case of internal injuries. He was also not that familiar with human anatomy. Had the still woman in front of him been Drakan, he wouldn’t have hesitated. Instead he shrugged out of his tunic, balled it up, and pressed it to the wound with as much force as he dared apply.

“Your mother will be fine, Jayde,” Bentaan replied and his gaze connected with Alzaar’s across the little girl’s head. Alzaar knew the worry in his amber eyes reflected his own. This human had to be all right. What on earth would they do with a human child onboard ship, otherwise? “Tell, me have you ever been onboard a starship before, Jayde?”

The little girl swallowed a hiccup and shook her head.

“Then you’re in for a treat. Come up here and you can watch us dock. It’s best if you stay out of the way. Alzaar will take good care of your mother, and once we’re back on the Tamarillion, we’ll take your mother to the sick bay and our medical officer will make her all better.”

Another forlorn hiccup followed but she did walk over to Bentaan and allowed him to pull her on his lap.

“Daddy didn’t get better,” she said, and Alzaar swore.

Blurb:

[Siren Ménage Amour: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois, M/M/F, with M/M elements, HEA]

A warship is no place for a human mother and her child. However, Drakan Commander Alzaar and his second-in-command, Bentaan, have no choice but to bring Sapphyre and Jayde on board. Not least, because their instincts scream at them that she is the one woman who can turn them into a family again.      

Sapphyre just wants to keep her daughter safe. How on earth does she do that surrounded by droolworthy Aliens, when her libido keeps leading her astray? It is abundantly clear that Alzaar doesn't want her on board the ship. At least Bentaan does and the sex is out of this world. If only her heart wasn't involved, and she didn't want both of them.

When the Tamarillion is attacked, Sapphyre has to fight for her men and the ship she now calls home. Without her all would be lost, and Alzaar finally shows his emotions.

However, when regulations and their pasts collide, can they rescue each other?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Available from: http://www.bookstrand.com/rescued-by-her-alien-warriors

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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.

Stalking Links

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