Hey, lovely peeps. Doris here 🙂
I’m going to talk about inspiration today, among other things. One thing a writer always gets asked is where do you get your inspiration from, and I usually say… anything…
I can see you rolling your eyes, and say that’s a cop out, but for me, at least, it’s true. Some of the easiest stories to write are the ones that come from nowhere.
To give you an example: Last Thursday evening, I’m minding my own business, cooking dinner for my brood and a thought popped into my head.
Bought for Christmas.
Hmm, me thinks, as I’m chopping onions and trying not to cry. That would make a great title for a Christmas Story. I wonder if it’s already taken. So I search Amazon on my phone to check, and nope. No book by that name, not that that’s a deal breaker, but I like to come up with a title that’s not been used a lot before, at least.
I’m at the stage of browning said onions now in the pan, still trying not to cry, because, lordy me that onion was strong. The toddler comes in whining and interrupts my train of thought for a bit, but I manage to make a note of the title anyway, so I don’t forget.
As I’m adding the mince to the pan I start to think. Hmm who’s been bought… Oh I know the heroine. Her brother has lost his shares to their father’s company in a card game and her father’s former business associate is now the majority shareholder. He’s willing to forgo them to have the heroine at his mercy over the Christmas weekend, and oooooooh….
He’s very possessive, so maybe he’s a shifter, and oh he’s scarred down one side of his body and….
Yep, my muse was off. I ran those snippets of ideas via my reader group, which, btw, if you haven’t joined us, then why ever not?
Would love to see you there. We get up to all sorts of insane shenanigans. There’s mancandy and excerpts and lots of rambling like this one, lol.
Here’s the link: https://www.facebook.com/groups/342726622559425/?fref=ts
Now, where was I? Oh yes, I ran the idea past my readers, they loved it, and by the time I went to bed that night I was 1.5 k into the story.
At the point of scheduling this blog, my story stands at 21 K and counting, and I’m hoping to get it into the hands of my beta reader by the weekend.
It’s hot, it’s heart wrenching, and it’s such fun to write.
I love those kinds of stories for obvious reasons. On the other hand the WIP that was pushed to one side for this story, I seem to have been writing in drips and drabs for months now. I love the characters in that one just as much, and I will go back to them once I’ve finished my Christmas story, because I never give up on a WIP. Call me stubborn, lol.
Or maybe it’s just determined. It’s all too easy to allow yourself to get distracted, especially when the words are not flowing, but you know, that’s when you have to keep going. Every word, every sentence added sums up, and eventually I reach a point in a story where I cannot stop writing.
Magic happens then 🙂
As you can probably guess from the above rambling, I couldn’t stop writing if I tried, and besides this is my job and I treat it as such. With my youngest now settled at nursery every afternoon I get uninterrupted writing time, and I intend to make the most of it.
So, call it inspiration, determination or sheer stubbornness. I’m a writer and I listen to the voices in my head.
*checks over her shoulder for the little men in white coats*
Now, before I disappear here is a little HAWT snippet from that Christmas Story. Bear in mind it’s completely unedited word vomit, so excuse any mistakes…
Hunter is taking Emilia to his isolated cabin for Christmas and he decides to have some fun on the way.
The traffic slowed and Hunter took over the controls of his car again, leaving the egg to vibrate at just the right setting to keep his girl on the edge. He stopped right under a lorry, as the traffic ground to a halt, and he increased the vibrations again.
Emilia’s little mewls were music to his ears and he adjusted his throbbing dick with one hand while he kept her on the edge of painful arousal.
“Pull your skirt up and let me see how wet you are, kitten.”
Emilia groaned and shook her head, and he yanked that dial up to maximum again. She jumped and whimpered, the fine sheen of arousal covering her skin, as the vibrations no doubt threatened to push her over the edge.
“No coming without my permission, girl, and look at me.”
Her eyes flew open, their usual bright blue darkened by her dilated pupils.
“Please… Sir… he’ll see.”
Hunter knew without asking who he meant. As it happened the Lorry driver wasn’t looking their way, but should he choose to look down he would have a front view seat of his girl squirming.
“So, you better give him a show then, won’t you?” Hunter smirked at her outraged gasp that turned into a full blown moan when he reached across and ran his fingers through her wet slit.
“Hmm, such a naughty girl. If you leave a stain on these seats you’ll be cleaning them, kitten.” He flicked her clit and Emilia went rigid.
“God, please… I need to come, please…”
Oh she pleaded so prettily, his balls drew tight, and Hunter was in danger of making a mess of his own. He withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, and he knew his bear was showing in his eyes, when he grasped her hair and yanked.
She went limp and her mouth formed into a silent ‘O’ when he turned the dial up to maximum again and pulled her skirt up with his free hand.
“Come for me now, kitten and I want to hear you.”
Emilia didn’t disappoint. Hips bucking, she threw her head back and moaned her orgasm, and Hunter’s beast damn near salivated at the sight of her glistening, puffy, pink cunt.
“Open your legs more. Let me see my pussy.” He growled the demand, and his claws ran out, not that Emilia seemed to notice, as she hastily complied.
Seeing her little hole clench in desperate need as she came had him transfixed, and her musk filled the air and sent his beast wild. Not caring of their audience Hunter bent down to taste her, and Emilia jerked and buried her hands in his hair, as she gushed into his waiting mouth.
Fuck she tasted divine. A loud toot brought him out of his sexual daze and he straightened and wiped his mouth glistening in her juices.
Emilia groaned and hastily pulled the hem of her dress down, cheeks flaming as it seemed to dawn her that they were holding up the traffic, and she had just come rather noisily in the slow lane of the M1.
“God, I never…”
She didn’t carry on with that sentence, just buried her head in her hands, and Hunter laughed.
“That was one. There’ll be another one every time we crawl to a stop again, kitten.”
Told you it was fun!
Stay naughty, folks.
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.