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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

Monday Ramblings from Doris (@mamaD8) #NewRelease #DarkCaptive #MM @evernightpub

Happy Monday, peeps.

I must admit when my reminder for today’s post popped up, I had a moment of… erm, what on earth am I going to ramble on about, and then it occurred to me that I hadn’t squealed on here about my newest release yet.

I have  story in the Dark Captive Manlove Anthology, and I’m in such fabulous company.

dark captive

 

 

DARK CAPTIVE ANTHOLOGY: Manlove Edition
Ransomed by Doris O’Connor
Collecting His Debt by Angelique Voisen
I Love the Way You Hurt Me by James Cox
Shanghai by Pelaam
Taken by Michelle Graham
Get Off Hard by Lea Bronsen
Uninvited Love by L.J. Longo
Runner by Kai Tyler

Everyone has a dark side..,

Dark Captive is an exclusive collection of dark erotic romance stories featuring alpha men with fierce sexual appetites. They’ll stop at nothing to get what they want. And they have their sights on one man. Possessive and bold, these heroes give their conquests exactly what they crave—to be taken … to be owned. Any resistance offered will be tested, but in the end love rules.

Kidnapping, abduction, and sexual slavery are just a few of the titillating taboo themes in this hand-picked manlove anthology.

Available now from
Amazon

Amazon UK
 Evernight
Bookstrand
ARe
*****

Blurb for Ransomed:

A simple enough job. Grab Senator O’Flynn’s golden haired only son, and ransom him for a nice sum of cash.
Until Perry Robson got his hands on the younger man and everything changed.
The instant connection, the raw need to own this Danny boy’s submission, to strip away his secrets, and to protect him from the murky underworld, Perry inhabited.
Unheard of. Unwanted. Dangerous.
Danvers O’Flynn found it easy enough to give his bodyguards the slip, and chase the sexual thrills to be found in the dark alleys of Soho. He didn’t see the danger Perry represented until it was too late.

Caught in Perry’s snare he ought to be terrified. Instead, the whole scenario fed into his dark desires of pain and pleasure.
There could only be one outcome to such a macabre dance…

ransomed teaser
That’s all from me today. Do stay naughty, folks,
D xxx

 

Growing old disgracefully #MondayShoutOut from Raven @RavenMcAllan

I’m at the stage in my life where, according to some crap I read the other day, I should evidently be slowing down. I have my bus pass, and should spend my time dozing in the chair watching soaps and knitting. (no pipe and slippers though) Oh and if I’m feeling brave, get the bus into town (using the bus pass of course) and have a wander around Marks and Spencer’s classic collection.

 

Phooey to that. I can’t knit, don’t watch the soaps, and if I doze in the chair I wake up with a crick in my neck. Oh and I prefer M&S food to the classic collection.

 

Their G-F goodies are excellent. Not the bread, but you can’t have everything.

 

And anyway, according to another article, one I like much better, your 60’s are the new 40’s.

 

I have, you see, decided that I’m not ashamed of my age. Why do so many of us when asked how old we are mutter and mumble and then say something like I hate having to answer that.

 

I used to be like that. Then I thought hold on. I have years of learning in me. Years where I discovered who I am, what I am and what I intend to be.

Years where I discovered I had a brain and a mind of my own. Discovered I could write, did write and became a published author. Time to accept I was not going to grow old gracefully, but more than likely disgracefully and enjoy every second.

Time to have learned (or not) from my mistakes, and accept that, and move on.

And time to accept that I’ve been lucky and got to the age I am. There’s a hell of a lot of people who, for some reason or another will never get to bus pass age.

 

I had a birthday a few days ago. I got the cake, the fizz and lots of pressies. And an out of tune rendition of, ‘When I’m 64’ with the words slightly changed to… ‘I will still need you, I will still feed you, now your sixty four.’

 

Which, he did…

 

The plug…

 

It’s a busy month for me. I have a book out with the fabulous Doris O’Connor, The Dukes’ Christmas Abductions,

 

 

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-dukes-christmas-abductions-by-doris-oconnor-and-raven-mcallan/

and one on my own,  Holly’s Christmas Dom,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/hollys-christmas-dom-by-raven-mcallan

 

 

Ohhh and book five of Diomhair, Secrets Learned goes on preorder tomorrow (15th)

Love

R xxx