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Happy Easter from us all #MondayRamblings with Doris (@mamaD8)

Hello, lovely peeps, Doris here.

I know we’re at the end of the Easter Break now, but I wanted to wish you all a Happy Easter anyway, whether you’re celebrating it or not.

It’s been a while because I somehow missed my last slot on here. My bad, I know, but my brain is like a sieve at the best of times, let alone when I’m in the middle of a story.

My muse has been even more demented than usual lately. I’m currently writing three stories at once…. yes you’ve read that right….

At least I’m almost at the end of one, a very sexy and tortured vamp. That just leaves the dragon and the alien story to finish. I refuse to listen to her whispering in my ear about other stories, she wants me to write, until I’ve managed to finish this lot.

Stop laughing in that corner.

In other news, my story The Hunt is part of Evernight Publishing’s upcoming shifter Anthology Owned by the Alpha.

Not every night you’re hunted by wolves, meet your mate and then run out on him…

Everyone knows wolves eat deer, so when Aubrey Verene accidentally stumbles into their monthly hunt, she runs for her life.
Straight into the path of the biggest wolf of them all.

Raphael Taylor, Alpha of his pack, is enjoying the thrill of the chase. He certainly doesn’t expect to find his own mate, let alone see her being pursued by the rival pack on his territory.
His wolf’s revenge is as swift as it is deadly.
No one touches what’s his.

Convincing his mate that being eaten by this particular wolf is a good idea proves trickier, never mind the reluctance of his pack to accept a deer in their midst.

Can this unlikely mating stand up to the challenge, or are they doomed from the start?

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I had fun with that conflict, I tell you. Owned by the Alpha releases April 25th and is available for preorder now at a special reduced prize. Here are the deets. Just check out the lineup of authors!

 

 

The Alpha lives for the hunt…
Driven by instinct, an Alpha shifter recognizes his fated mate from one scent, one touch. He’ll pursue his woman, regardless of the cost, and anyone else would be smart to get out of his way. He won’t stop until he takes possession of his prize.
Although the hunter doesn’t need convincing, his mate certainly does. The Alpha will have to prove himself as a lover and convince his woman that he plays for keeps.

Scent of Destiny by Rose Wulf
Taken Mate by Sam Crescent
Finders Keepers by Stacey Espino
The Hunt by Doris O’Connor
Alpha at Altitude by Lily Harlem
Fated to the Razorback Demon by Maia Dylan
Running Home by Michelle Graham
Alpha’s Sunshine by Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Checkmate by Wren Michaels
Frozen Heart by Beth D. Carter
Wolf Hunter by Elena Kincaid
Returning to the Coyote by Roberta Winchester

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That’s all from me today, folks.

Do stay naughty, folks, and enjoy what’s left of the long Easter weekend.

D xxx

What feeds your muse? #MondayRamblings with Doris (@mamaD8)

Happy Monday, folks, Doris here.

Hope you’re all having a great day. I’m on somewhat of a high because I managed to send my first submission of the year off to my publisher Evernight Publishing. Slightly late for me, I have to say, but my writing has been somewhat on a slow go lately.

I blame the car accident I had just before Christmas. It did throw me for a loop for some time, but I’ve finally been discharged from Physio, and my muse is back with a vengeance.

She’s on a right shifter streak at the minute, which led me to today’s blog post. What feeds your muse?

Mine is a very visual creature. Give her a hunky man to drool over and she’s off.

In this case she went a little doolally over my inspiration for Darius Longton, bear shifter.

I had no idea who this hunk was when I started writing Claiming his Human, but I’m reliably informed this is the model Christian Goran, and, well, be still my beating heart.

He just has bear shifter written all over him, really.

Um, where was I?

Oh, yeah, my story.

Here’s the blurb for Claiming his Human (The Projects, #6)

 

Shifters defend their mates to the death.

Bear shifter Darius Longton never expected to find his mate in his favorite coffee shop, but one sniff of her scent in the air is all it takes for his bear to know the truth.

This delicious, sinfully curvy redhead is his.

Too bad she’s human and far too fragile for his volatile bear.

Holly Trent cannot understand the instant attraction she feels for this man. One look from his heavy-lidded eyes is all it takes to set her knickers aflame with lust. However, she will not be another notch on his bedpost, no matter how much his voice alone makes her want to sink to her knees.

When a customer gets heavy with her, everything changes.

Darius’s defense of her places them both in terrible danger. Thrown headfirst into council shifter politics it falls to Holly to save her mate.

 

Hopefully the powers that be will like this story as much as I loved writing it. To avoid inbox stalking I’m immersing myself into writing my next story. This one is about a wolf shifter, alpha of his pack who ends up mated too a deer shifter….

Should be fun! That’s him protecting his mate.

‘Til next time, folks.

Do stay naughty!

D xxx

Friends to Lovers, anyone? Christmas with his Best Friend #ComingSoon from Doris (@mamaD8) #BDSM #Rubenesque @evernightpub

Happy Monday folks, Doris here, a tad over excited because I have a book releasing in just two days.

*happy squeal*

Christmas with his Best Friend was one of those stories that practically wrote itself, once I started writing. I love the friends to lovers trope, myself, and I knew I would have to expand on the flash I wrote on my blog. This one to be precise.

Just imagine walking in on your best friend pleasuring himself to a picture of you? What would you do?

Emma has a whole set of conflicting emotions to deal with when this happens to her. Not least because she has been secretively fantasising about her best friend too.

Dare they take that leap into the unknown?

You’ll have to read the book to find out.

*smiles*

 

 

They’ve been friends for twenty years until….this Christmas.

How do you tell a sweet, naïve, and clearly vanilla girl that you like to tie women up and torture them for mutual enjoyment in your spare time? Josh Mackenzie has no idea, but when his best friend Emma walks in on him pleasuring himself, everything changes.

For Emma, coming face to face with her secret longings is mind blowing.  It’s one thing to fantasize about your best friend, but dare she take that leap into the unknown? Will it not ruin their friendship and is—what would undoubtedly be awesome sex—worth risking that?

While Josh shares her fears, she is all he ever wanted in a woman and he’s determined to show her that they can have it all.

This woman is his to mark, cherish and love forever, and he’ll prove it to her one spank at a time.

 

Christmas with his Best Friend releases December 7th with Evernight Publishing 

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Ready for a hawt excerpt?

Now that the moment was here Josh was lost for words. With his sweet little Em in his arms, her hazel eyes looking up him with so much trust … fuck it. What was he doing here? Instead of answering her, he pulled away, slid his hands in her hair and tucked at the pins holding it up. The dark blonde mass of silky curls fell in soft waves around her face, and he twirled one strand around his index finger.

“Josh? What are we doing here?” Her whispered question shot straight to his cock, and not trusting his voice to fucking work, he decided to show her instead. A soft gasp escaped her when he picked her up, set her on the kitchen counter, and pulling her legs apart stepped right between them. The action made her pencil skirt ride up, exposing the top of her stockings, and Josh groaned under his breath. He let his digits linger, half expecting her to slap them away, but when she opened her legs wider, he tore his gaze away from her pale flesh to check out her expression. Head down, she seemed mesmerized by the sight of his tanned hands against her skin, and the sweet scent of aroused woman filled his nostrils when he ran his hands slowly up her inner thighs. He could almost feel the heat of her cunt before her whisper stopped him.

“Josh?”

Leaving one of his hands where it was, he tipped her chin up with his index finger, satisfied beyond relief to see the same need he felt reflected back at him in her eyes. The hazel orbs had darkened to almost black, and when she licked her lips in a nervous gesture, his gaze followed the movements of her little pink tongue. Visions of her on her knees, with that sweet mouth wrapped around his dick, as he shot his jizz down her slender throat, made his cock jerk against the zipper of his jeans. He growled low in his throat at the thought of marking her thus, and her expressive eyes widened. Her breathing sped up even more, making her tits strain against the sensible blouse she wore for work. With the two top buttons undone, the third was threatening to give way under the rapid movement, giving him tantalizing glimpses of the soft swell of her breasts. Josh couldn’t help it. His self-control and good intentions went out of the window at her untutored responses to him, and he trailed his finger lower down the soft skin of her neck, over her collarbone and lower still, until he reached that tiny ivory button.

“I want you, little one.”

His voice dropped to the one he used in a scene without any conscious effort on his part, and when he flicked that button open, Emma’s sweet moan of surrender was music to his ears. Watching her closely for her reaction, he flicked the next button and so forth, until the sides of her blouse fell open, exposing her amazing rack. The lacy, mauve bra left little to the imagination. Josh continued his one fingered exploration, and they both groaned when he circled her nipples. Clearly visible through the lace, the little pink nubs hardened under his gentle ministrations, and Em’s breathing kicked up another notch.

“Please, I…”

Josh trailed his finger lower, over the soft swell of her abdomen, which caused her to suck in her belly, and he smiled at her action.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your curves, little one?”

Her surprised jerk and strangled half laugh told him he hadn’t, and Josh inwardly kicked himself.

“Since when? You have seen your girlfriends, right?”

There was a wealth of bitterness in those few words compounded by her hasty grab for her blouse. She pulled the ends closed and wrapped her arms around herself in a defensive move that tore at his heartstrings. The Dom in him wanted to order her to strip, to take her over his knee and paddle that luscious ass of hers for disrespecting her body shape like that, and making assumptions about him to boot, but he hadn’t earned that right yet.

So, instead of acting on that impulse, which pushed adrenaline through his veins, he did the next best thing. Stepped away, crossed his own arms over his chest and gave her his best don’t-talk-such-crap-subbie stare.

It didn’t take long before she caved in. Uncertainty crossed her features, followed by confusion, and when she dropped her gaze to his chest, he finally spoke.

“Let’s get one thing straight here, my sweet little Em, I do, indeed love your curves. In fact seeing you waltz out of here in those damn tight pencil skirts you wear for work has me so fucking hard I have to jerk off the minute you leave.”

Clearly startled by that revelation, Emma jerked her head up, opened her mouth to say something, but one look at his expression seemed to change her mind. The Dom in him almost roared when she dropped her gaze—to his chin this time—and kept it there. His girl was a natural, responding to him without even realizing what she was doing, and wasn’t that the biggest turn-on yet.

“Next, I don’t do girlfriends.” That brought her head up again, albeit briefly, and he smiled at her sharp intake of breath, and the confusion written all over her face. “I haven’t done for a long time, ever since I realized I was in love with my best friend.”

 

That’s all from me today.

Do stay naughty, folks,

D xxxx