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The British Bad Boys Are Coming—Pre-Order Now! #99c #99p #preorder #badboys #sexy #romance #brit #british #giveaway

Happy Valentine’s Day, folks! However you’re celebrating, or even if you’re not, I’m hoping you’ll be in the mood for love… and a giveaway! 😉 I’m part of an upcoming bad boy romance boxed set, and it just went on pre-order. Here’s the skinny – and don’t forget to enter the giveaway!


Indulge yourself with this boxed set of stories written by bestselling and award-winning British romance authors. No one knows British bad boys better than they do!

Come and spend time with a dirty-talking London tattoo artist, a Scottish bad boy, a British gangster who won’t take no for an answer, and MORE! These men are all hotter than hell and have accents to die for. Whatever your desire, you’ll find it within these pages.

Packed full of brand new standalone, steamy stories with no cliff-hangers. With happily-ever-afters guaranteed, you won’t want to miss out on this limited collection, available for a short time only!

Special pre-order price of only $0.99. What are you waiting for?

Featuring stories from Marissa Farrar, Lucy Felthouse, Tabitha Rayne, Lexie Bay, Lily Harlem, Victoria Blisse and K D Grace.

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34136905-british-bad-boys



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Today is the day! 4 Year #Authorversary from Doris @mamaD8 #WinGC @evernightpub


Happy Monday, peeps. 🙂
I can hear you groan, as I’m typing this, but I’m in celebratory mood today, as exactly four years ago today, my dream of becoming a published author became a reality.

Lure of the Blood was that book, shortly followed by two others with two different publishers, who do not exist anymore. Yeah, it’s been a journey, you could say. One during which I learnt lots, made some amazing friends, and gained many loyal and lovely readers along the way.

So this is just a short, woohooo post from me, and a big Thank YOU to all of you who’ve been with me for that journey. Join me in my celebrations, and you could win a $25.00 Amazon GC. Entry via the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.


Now, I can’t let a celebration go without a little plug for my next Release, now can I?

Claimed by her Viking Wolf releases November 25th with Evernight Publishing.


When historical romance writer Kimberly Talbot finds a displaced, injured Viking at her campfire, her life sure starts to get complicated. She can’t leave him there. Besides, what sort of writer would she be if she didn’t take up this splendid opportunity for some hands on research of the sexy Viking god variety?

All she has to do is keep her heart out of the firing line.

Asger, son of Liufr wakes up in a strange, cursed land, out of time, injured, and unable to shift. Drawn to the fire of the flame haired kona by her intoxicating scent and the promise of food and shelter, he has no choice but to trust the woman his wolf claims is their mate, their válað, the very key to his return home.

He doesn’t belong in these strange times, but does Kim belong in his?

A choice has to be made…


HAWT Excerpt:

Remembering a Burlesque Class she’d attended for research into a story a few years ago, she closed her eyes, and swung her hips to imaginary seductive music. Kim ran her hands slowly up underneath the hem of her blouse, exposing minute amounts of skin in slow motion, while continuing the sway of her hips.

Asger’s sharp intake of breath spurred her on. Letting go of the blouse she ran her hands over her breasts, cupping each heavy mound until she could thumb her own nipples. Shivers of delight chased across her skin, and her clit contracted in need.

A Norse curse made her open her eyes to find Asger had retreated to the stairs. Sitting down, with his legs spread wide, he watched her through hungry eyes, as he stroked his dick in slow moves mirroring the speed of her hands on her tits.

Emboldened she danced closer, slowly unbuttoning her blouse until it fell from her shoulders, and she threw it across to him. Asger caught it with a grin, and the bra that followed.

Seeing him lift the lacy contraption up to his nose and inhale deeply made Kim lose her stride. That was just so damn sexy, as was the way his cock jumped in his hand. The thick head glistened in pre-cum, and Kim licked her lips, desperate to taste him again.

A deep rumble rose from Asger’s chest. She tore her gaze away from the sight of his cock, ran it up the ridges that made up his abdomen, over the ink gracing his side and chest into the bearded column of his neck, and the proud lines of this warrior’s face up to his softly glowing eyes.

“Not that slow, kona. I want to see my cunt. I want to see it weep with its dew, ready for my tongue and my cock. I want to taste you, devour you, until your only thought is me. I want you.”

“God, yes, please, I want that, too.”

All finesse went out of the window as Kim unsnapped her jeans and yanked them down her legs, taking her sodden underwear with them. She stumbled in her haste to kick off her shoes and her jeans, and braced herself for impact. Instead of the floorboards coming to greet her, however, she found herself on the stairs draped over Asger’s knees. The first sharp slap of his hand on her ass cheeks stung like crazy.

“Ow, what was … ow.”

A second and third swat followed interspersed by the deep, menacing growl of his wolf. The vibrations of that sound trembled through her body and settled straight in her clit, so that the fourth, fifth, and sixth swats didn’t hurt. They set her ass on fire, for sure, but the pain added to her arousal. Again and again those blows came, until she lifted her butt into each one, and moaned her denial when he stopped. She was dimly aware of being lifted and the feel of the stairs carpet under her knees and forearms, as Asger moved her into position as though she weighed nothing.  In this position cool air rushed across her swollen pussy lips.

“So beautiful with your red ass, and wet, sweet cunt. I want you to scream when you come against my tongue, do you hear me, kona? All the way up these stairs, and if you’re a good girl, you will get my cock. If not…”

Kim gasped and her knees buckled at the first bold swipe of Asger’s rough tongue along her exposed slit, and Asger chuckled into her swollen labia.

“We will just have to start all over again.”

Her clit quivered in need, and yet more of her juices trickled down the inside of her thighs. Asger lapped them up with an appreciative rumble, and then swatted her ass.

“Start crawling up one step, kona. I want to be comfortable for my meal of fresh cunt.

Oh, good lord. Is he going to make me crawl up these stairs with him eating me out? I’m never going to survive this.

Somehow she managed to follow that command, and several more licks of his far too talented tongue were her reward. Kim groaned and moaned as he took her up the rungs of arousal with every step they managed that way. When she slipped, his hands dug into her hips to hold her still, and seemingly satisfied with her, he renewed his efforts. Up and down her slit he lapped up her arousal. He nibbled and teased, and when he ran his tongue up to her anus and circled the tight ring of muscle, while simultaneously pushing two fingers into her wet channel, Kim did scream. Asger finger-fucked her with devastating precision, curling his digits until he found the spot designed to drive her wild with need.

Kim tensed, shook, and then exploded as her orgasm burst from her with an intensity that took her breath away, as his tongue breached her anus. With her ass up in the air, her elbows on the stairs, and his broad shoulders supporting her body she was spread obscenely wide and unable to move—completely at the mercy of this man—as he wrung every last shudder out of her. Only then did he withdraw his fingers, and swatted her butt cheeks again several times in quick succession.

“Start crawling, kona, if you want my cock. He’s mighty eager to sink into your body, but only if you do as you’re told.”


Stay naughty, folks and don’t forget to enter the Giveaway!
D xxx

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Author Meltdowns, Divas, and Reviews, Tuesday Ramblings from Doris (@mamaD8)

Hello, lovely peeps, Doris here again.

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you must have heard about the latest Author Meltdown. It started over the weekend on Goodreads, and it snowballed, like these things always do. I first became aware of the train wreck, when an author friend posted a link to the comments on a one star review, and I tell you this was me.



I’m afraid my first response was to wonder if that author had forgotten to take his meds that day. I shan’t link to it, or name him, as quite frankly I don’t want to give that sort of appalling behaviour any more publicity, but in a nutshell…

This particular author took great offence at a one star review he had received. The reviewer simply stated that she didn’t care for the writing or the book, and that it was a shame, because it had sounded promising. (I’m paraphrasing here.)

That was her opinion and she is perfectly entitled to state that. What then happened was an author melt down of epic proportions that eventually got this author’s comments deleted by Goodreads. I’m not sure if he was banned, but, to be perfectly honest, he should have been, because he turned this into a personal attack on the reviewer.

*shakes head*

No author likes to get one star reviews… Heck, I vividly recall the first one I ever received. It was on Amazon, and I cried. Yes, really. In fact it severely shook my confidence in writing, but I got over it.  And I certainly didn’t harangue that reviewer for expressing her opinion. I didn’t  agree with it  either, naturally my book was a masterpiece, and she was completely wrong in her assessment… 😉

I’m joking btw!

I’m not that self-absorbed that I would ever think there isn’t always room for improvement, and I have in fact learned from constructive negative reviews. And in my opinion, at least, it’s always good to see a range of reviews on a book. Let’s face it, not everyone is going to love your work, and even if you love  a particular author, there will be some works that you  might not like.

I know one of my favourite authors has a very succesful series, that just leaves me cold. I read the first book, persevered with the second, and then gave up, and you know there is nothing wrong in that.

Admittedly I didn’t leave her a bad review, I didn’t leave any, because it’s my personal ethos that if I can’t leave a good review, I simply won’t review the book. And to be fair, it very rarely happens,  nowadays that I even read a book that doesn’t appeal. My reading time is too precious for one 🙂

However, there are plenty of people who do leave negative  reviews and again, there’s nothing wrong in that. The world would be a very boring place if we all liked the same thing. Which brings me nicely to Diva  authors.

You know the ones… hey loook at me, don’t you know who I am, how dare you disagree with me.

Well, lovely author, I  couldn’t give two hoots about who you are that sort of attitude turns me off an author faster than milk sours in the heat.

I mean, really, as my dear old gran used to say,”Their shit smells just as much as mine does.” 😉

They’re the ones that demand a review company does not publish a review that is less than 4 stars, and rallies their street team to mark down reviews as unhelpful, when they don’t agree with what that review says

(Now, I’m not talking about abusive reviews, here. They do, of course need reporting and taking down,  because there is no call for it.)

But your ordinary, didn’t care for this book review… yeah guess what…that’s life, so get over it already.

Now don’t get me wrong, I rant as much as the next author about low reviews, one star drive bys etc, but I do that in private with my husband and my crit group and usually with a good dose of self depreciating humour thrown in. Never helps to take yourself too seriously in my humble opinion.

And I wouldn’t dream about crying to my reader group about that mean review I got. I do give out review copies and ask for honest reviews. And that’s what any author should want to receive – honesty.

I’ve heard it say that reviews are a big deal, especially on Amazon. Now, don’t ask me how that all works, but apparently you need a certain amount of  reviews for Amazon to start promoting your book for you. It means that some authors have taken to buying reviews to gain visibility.

Yeah… Okay then…. That’s not completely negating the idea behind reviews then?

*shakes head in wonder*

Where does that all leave little old me? Well, I shall carry on doing what I have been doing from the moment I signed my first contract, and that is to keep on writing. I want to tell the stories in my head, and I get a real kick out of knowing that folks out there like to read them. I have a real squee moment with every good review I get, or a comment on FB, an e-mail, etc to say they enjoyed my book, or indeed if they didn’t.

Well that’s less of a squee, and more of an Oh dear, and thank you for taking the time to let me know this one didn’t work for you moment.

I’ve learned long ago that you can’t and shouldn’t want to please everybody. It’s an impossible task, so I just concentrate on writing the best stories that I am capable of, and what will be will be.

Right, I shall stop my rambling now, but before I go here is my latest squee moment.


Panther Magic released last week. Now come on, you knew I had to get a wee pimp into this post, right?


Panther Magic
There’s no such thing as magic…

Kate doesn’t believe in it, let alone the panther sort Arran and Zeb Harris are famous for. Using animals in their act is just downright cruel. If only she could convince her libido of that. Instead she seems to have fallen head over heels in lust with those sex-on-legs twin brothers. Getting laid will cure this, surely?

When panther shifters Arran and Zeb scent their mate, they know they’ll have a fight on their hands. The delectable human morsel might be submissive, but Kate has spirit, never mind the small matter she has no idea shifters exist.

They want her submission freely given and not forced upon her by the mysterious mating bond. However, when their panthers kill while rescuing Kate, that bond might well be the only thing to keep them alive.

It’s up to Kate to save her Sirs.

Be Warned: BDSM, menage sex (MFM), anal sex, rimming

Buy Links: Evernight  Amazon  Amazon UK  ARe  Bookstrand


Stay naughty, folks, and you know, if you have read my books,  I would love a review, be that good, okay or downright ugly 😉

D xx


ps. almost forget, do enter the giveaway! 😀

To celebrate the release I’m giving away a $25 Amazon GC and two e-books from my back list. Entry via Rafflecopter.


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