Hello, lovely peeps.
As you can probably guess, November has been a busy month for yours truly. In a fit of madness, I decided to join up for NaNoWriMo late last month. I thought, I would use it to finish my WIP, Let’s get it On, and then write book three of the Warriors series.
So far so good. I did finish Let’s Get it On and in fact this M/F/M story is coming to Siren Bookstrand on January 12th! 🙂
Here’s the blurb:
When Lily Jephson falls asleep at work, her erotic dream is witnessed by none other than her boss’s brother. Awkward doesn’t begin to describe it, especially when she can’t help but respond to the enigmatic Dom. She wants his brother…doesn’t she?
Cyrus Cooper loves to play games, and he can’t resist the opportunity to yank his brother’s chain a bit. Nothing will convince the stubborn Sloan more to finally make a move on Lily, than thinking this delightful subbie is involved with Cyrus.
However, when it becomes apparent that Lily needs help to work through the emotional scars left behind by her early introduction into the lifestyle, Cyrus knows this is far more than a game. The brothers are just the Doms to show her what a true D/s relationship should be like.
Lily thrives under their combined Dominance, but when her old Master re-appears her life is put in danger.
She has never needed her Sirs more.
So far so good, right? I launched into the third warrior book, and… my muse stopped talking. Yep, nothing but words dragged slowly from me at a snails pace. Frustrating at the best of times, but never more so than when you’ve committed to write 50 K in November. What was I thinking, right?
Frustrated at the lack of words I flipped through my folder of starts. You know the one where you just have to jot down the start of a story idea, and came across the one called Carmel. This start came to me in a dream. The heroine was attending a wedding on her own as her Master was out of town, and suddenly the vibrating egg she is wearing to remind her who she belongs to starts to vibrate. Poor Carmel… *sniggers*
Cutting a long story short, my muse went squee and we were back in business. Carmel’s Choice was born, and yesterday saw me cross that coveted 50 K line.
Carmel’s Choice continues, of course. It’s currently at 21 K and it has at least another 10 K to go, possibly more, as my characters tend to go off on a tangent. Besides it’s an emotional and hot (well it is one of mine, *grins*) story. Carmel has indeed got a choice to make. Does she accept her Master’s wishes to bring a third into their relationship. The very man he took the bullet for that placed him in a wheel chair and ended his Army career?
Yep, told you it was emotional, but it’s also great fun to write.
Talking of emotional stories, last week saw the release of book three of my Spectrum Auctions series, Auctioned to the Spanish Dom. It is by far the longest of the stories so far. Master Pedro threw me many curve balls during the writing of this story. Yes he is Sadist, but he is also a man who falls hard for the right woman, a man with a past, which comes back to haunt him, and Peyton is just the right woman for him.
Readers so far seem to love Pedro as much as I loved writing him, so without further ado I shall leave you with him in action.
[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…
Here is a hot excerpt:
|“Hmm, very nice, Pedro. She’s getting wetter by the minute waiting for your cock to fill her, but she won’t get that yet, will she?” Callused fingertips traced her jaw, and Peyton jumped at the unmistakable click in her ear, seconds before the buzzing of a vibrator.
Hands from behind her pulled her breasts out of her corset, and she jumped when the vibrations settled on one nipple while strong fingers pulled and kneaded the other one.
Pain followed pleasure as the biting sting of two nipple clamps attacked her sensitive buds simultaneously, and she bit her lip to absorb the pain, as they were tightened to such a degree she whimpered and shook her head. Anything to get away from that overbearing sensation.
“Shhh, take this for me.” Pedro’s soothing voice in her ear meant she pulled a deep breath into her body and pushed the pain away with her exhales.
“Good girl.” Jonas this time, so close that she smelled his minty breath and the heat of his naked torso burned into her skin. When had he taken his clothes off and was he completely naked?
Her imagination went into overdrive, and then the damn clamps on her nipples started to vibrate at the same time that someone held the vibrator against her clit. Shards of painful pleasure stabbed through her breast and settled deep in her clit.
“Oh god, no…yes.” Peyton didn’t know what came out of her mouth as her body hurled toward release at record speed. Dimly aware of something cold dribbling into her ass crack and the sensation of being stretched and filled to the maximum, Peyton desperately tried to stave off her orgasm, only to lose the fight when the plug in her ass started to vibrate too.
Her orgasm bust from her, breathtaking in its intensity, and Jonas laughed.
“Oh, you’ve done it now, baby.”
Sure enough, a hand crashed down on her ass, pushing her headfirst into another release, as the pain meant it could only be Pedro who paddled her behind. Her Sir hit hard, and he didn’t give her a moment’s peace to catch her breath. Neither did those damn vibrations on every one of her erogenous zones, and Peyton sobbed and pleaded to no avail.
“I can’t, please, no more…”
Both men laughed, and there was a moment’s respite, before the onslaught on her senses started again. They must have switched places, because the hits to her abused butt were softer this time, the hand massaging the sting away altogether gentler, while the hands grasping her breasts and pulling on her clamps were far harder.
“You’ll come as many times as we deem it necessary, pequeñita, and once you’re a sobbing, spent mess, we’ll both fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Heat rolled over Peyton’s skin at Pedro’s growled promise or threat, she couldn’t quite make up her mind as the men continued to assault her senses, until pain and pleasure were one and the same, and her body convulsed in one orgasm after the other. Tears ran out from under her blindfold, and Peyton screamed until she was hoarse. Eventually everything stopped, and Peyton went limp in her restraints, surrounded by Pedro’s strong arms.
“That’s my girl. Stay with us now.”
A water bottle was lifted to her lips and she drank eagerly. The cool water soothed her parched throat and she rested her head on the broad shoulder in front of her. Whose it was, she was too far gone to care, floating away in that happy space where her body was just a mass of delicious oversensitive tissues. Light touches were everywhere, keeping her floating and happy, as something cold was placed over her burning ass and the ankle cuffs removed.
Someone supported her from behind, his heavy breaths in her ear the most erotic sound ever, as ropes touched her skin and her pussy clenched in desperate need as those ropes rested either side of her slit.
“She’s so fucking responsive, Pedro.” Jonas’s voice sounded deeper, harsher, and puffs of air skittered across her wet labia as though he was on his knees, and looking his fill of her exposed cunt. That thought brought it with it another gush of her juices, and Jonas groaned against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
“Taste her for me. Tell me how wet she is. I want to hear her scream again.”
Pedro’s strained voice in her ear made her turn her head toward him and he devoured her mouth in a kiss, while Jonas’s first skillful lick against her pussy made her whimper into Pedro’s kiss.
Dear god in heaven, that man knew what to do with his tongue between her legs, and when Pedro broke the kiss and bit down hard on her bottom lip, everything inside Peyton tightened in need.
“Talk to me, Jonas. What does my girl taste like? Tell her how she makes you feel. How hard your cock is now. How much you want to fuck her.”
Pedro’s dirty words, and the utter command and authority behind them had Peyton teeter on the edge of yet another release, while Jonas lapped at her pussy as though he was drowning.
Trembles started in her thighs, and Pedro’s hands dug further into her legs as he held her open and Jonas tightened the ropes further and slid them to the seam of her thighs. More rope followed, wound around her legs and her torso until she was suspended in the air. Even her hair seemed to be caught up in the intricate patterns Jonas created, if the sharp and constant tug on her scalp was any indication.
Hot breaths blew against her slit again, and from far away she heard Jonas’s voice in between licks of his tongue against her sensitive flesh.
“She’s so fucking wet, Pedro, and she tastes divine. Sweet like honey, and she likes it when we tell her that. Her cunt is clenching around my tongue, trying to draw me in. She’s squeezing my fingers and she’s so damn fucking tight, Pedro. Fuck.”
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Stay naughty, folks, and if you’re still trying to reach those 50 K, keep going! Good luck!
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.