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Writer’s Block or simple can’t be arseditis? Monday Ramblings from Doris (@mamaD8)

 

Happy Monday, folks, Doris here with some ramblings. I’m pondering writer’s block today. What is it, and when do you know if you have it? That is the question.

You hear us writer types talk about it all the time, don’t you? It’s not an affliction I usually suffer from, I have to say, but at as we headed into 2016 I did wonder.

You see, pre-Christmas I had decided to take some much-needed time off over the holidays. I had a house full, as the two kids who’d flown the nest returned with their partners and of course all the usual humdrum of a busy household of nine with small children underfoot.

I enjoyed the break, didn’t miss writing one little bit in fact, which in itself is unusual, as I normally have at least one character in my head scrabbling to have his story told.

I had edits to do on two different stories, however, so that kept me busy, until the kids went back to school and I knew I had to knuckle down  and actually write something other than flashes.

What’s more I was on a deadline to get a Menage story to my editor for today, actually…

Should have been plain sailing, antho length, I knew the story, all I had to do is sit behind my keyboard and ….you know… WRITE.

That’s when my can’t be arseditis set in. You see, I’m a completely character driven Author, and I rely on the voices in my head, that dominant hero to breathe down my neck as I take dictation. In theory with the kids back at school I ought to be writing 2-3 K a day.

What was I doing instead? Playing games on Facebook, dong the *gasps* housework and when I did force myself to sit down and write, every word was like pulling teeth.

I can’t call it writer’s block, because the story was there, I just wasn’t FEELING it. As time ticked on and the most I manged to write in one session was a measly  1K I realized this just wasn’t going to happen.

The voices driving my writing just weren’t there. My muse had upped  and left for climates unknown. Boy, did I mope at being left behind. How dare she up with all the hot men and leave me behind with an empty head.

Oh, sure, I got snatches of ideas. A gazillion of different ideas, but not the urge to, you know, actually write them down.

It was only when I admitted defeat, and pulled out of that anthology, that the fog cleared. One voice stepped forward, belonging to Master Logan from The Spectrum Auctions.

It was this picture that had my muse return panting. Well, you can’t really blame her, can you David Gandy is such yummy hero material, after all.

 

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You can read the flash I wrote for this picture here.

Now, I’m not actually sure if that scene as it stands will make it into Logan’s story, which is now called Auctioned to the Gentle Dom, but the story now stands at 18.3 K, and as I wrote 9k just over the weekend just gone, I think it’s safe to say the voices are back. 🙂

I’m aiming to have it submitted by the second week of February, and as my fingers are flying, I should manage that.

So, what was it? Writer’s block, or cannot be arseditis? I’m not sure. I think it was just trying to write the wrong story. I’m sure I’ll get back to that menage story soon, when those characters actually want to have their story told.

*smiles*

Auctioned to the Protective Dom, book 4 in my Spectrum series is now available on Amazon. You’ll get to meet Master Logan for the first time in this story 🙂

 

 

[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, flogging, food play, sex toys, HEA]

It’s a Dom’s job to protect his girl.

No one believes that more than Jonas Sorenson.So when he sees the shy little sub he has been trying to get close to for ages up for auction on the Club Spectrum stage, there’s only one Dom who will get her—him.

Rissa Nauenburg hates being the center of attention, so being on show in the auction proves too much for her. Caught in the middle of a panic attack, she has no time to appreciate the fact the one Dom she has been secretively lusting after for ages has won her.

Her distress makes Jonas more determined to protect her. It’s perfectly obvious to Jonas that someone in her past has hurt Rissa badly. Under the terms of the auction she is his for twenty four hours at least.

It’s game on to rebuild Rissa’s confidence and Jonas plays for keeps.

All Rissa has to do is let him…

 

Available from Bookstrand  and Amazon  Amazon UK

 

Stay naughty, now, folks,

 

D xxx

Her Bear Protector #upcomingrelease @mamaD8 #bdsm #shifter @sirenbookstrand #giveaway

Happy Tuesday, lovely peeps. Tuesday is a day for teasing as far as I am concerned. If you haven’t come across #TantalizingTuesdays yet, then hop on over to my blog here and read today’s tease – Submission. There’s a bunch of us who get together every week and create a 200 word flash to a picture of our choosing.

This is the rather inspiring picture behind my tease today

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(Source: Tumblr)

On the subject of teasing, I thought I would also tease you with the visual inspiration behind my next release, Her Bear Protector. the awesome Scott King. You can check his Facebook page out here.

Well worth  a look for all the obvious reasons…so without further ado I give you Ronan Bernhard, the hero in Her Bear Protector

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Told you he was inspirational 😉

Her Bear Protector is now available on pre-order from Bookstrand and currently sitting at #11 of the M/F Besteller chart, so colour me excited! Guess folks like the sound of my biker, bear shifting protector. I had such fun writing this story! How could you not with that inspiration?

*grins*

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[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, shape-shifters, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile. Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.

Bear Shifter Ronan recognizes his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question. As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires. The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…

A Siren Erotic Romance

Ready for a hot excerpt?

 

Blood rushed in her ears and she yanked at her restraints, but it was useless.

“Sir?” She hated the wobble in her voice, but where was he?

“I’m right here, babe. I can see you, and let me tell you, the sight of you bound and naked to do with as I please makes me so damn hard. I might have to jack off to make this last.”

Tina moaned at the mental images that brought to mind, and Ronan chuckled. The bed dipped again and he ran his hands up and down her arms and over her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and pulled. Tina gasped and arched her back into his touch. Every roll and pluck made her pussy clench, and she couldn’t help her moan of need.

“Yes, you like that, don’t you? Such sensitive nipples. I wonder what you will make of these.” Something cold touched her nipples, to be replaced by his mouth. Ronan suckled hard and then attached something to her hard peak. Tina went rigid when he tightened the tension.

“Sir, please, that hurts.”

He stopped whatever it was he was doing immediately and some of the pressure on her nipple eased.

“Color?”

“Yellow.” She squirmed to try and get away from the tight feeling around her nipple and he loosened it further, until she could breathe easily again.

“How about now, babe?”

It was on the tip of her tongue to cry yellow again, if not red, but actually there was no need. It felt strange, but it didn’t hurt anymore, and she took a deep breath and murmured, “Green, Sir.”

“Good girl.” The obvious approval in his deep voice sent waves of heated arousal across her skin. She would just about do anything to please him, she realized with a start.

His mouth closed around her other nipple and she squirmed anew as he suckled that nub until it felt hugely distended. Tina clenched her thighs together to relieve the ache in her pussy, and he blew across her nipple. It felt cold against her slick skin, and this time when he clamped whatever it was on that side, she welcomed the slight pinch. He adjusted it to just the right pressure and Tina slipped a little deeper into the sensations assaulting her.

“If only you could see yourself, babe. Those are nipple clamps, linked by a chain, and if I do this…” Something tugged at her nipples at the same time, and Tina arched her back and moaned. Oh lord, that felt way too good. Tiny shards of pain skittered from her nipples in an invisible line to her clit, and she panted her arousal.

Ronan’s chuckle sunk into her consciousness like molten chocolate, and his next words sent her on fire.

“You look so fucking sexy, babe. I’ve got my cock in my hand and I’m stroking it for you. My fingers are wet with my pre-cum. Here, taste what you do to me.”

He ran his fingers along the seam of her mouth, and Tina opened eagerly. His unique salty musk exploded on her taste buds, and she sucked the digits further into her mouth. Ronan groaned, the bed dipped, and she needed no encouragement to open her legs wide. Instead of taking her however like she expected him to do, something cold hit the inside of her thigh and she yelped in surprise. He withdrew his fingers and surprise turned into a moan when that thing started to vibrate and Ronan held it right over her clit. Pleasure surged and her hips bucked upward to get closer to those delicious vibrations. Her orgasm build in ever tighter circles, and just as she was about to fly off that cliff, the vibrations stopped.

Tina yanked at her restraints and swore.

“Fuck, noooooo, damn it.”

A swat to her thigh was her reward, and Ronan’s voice held an edge of steel.

“Such foul language from my girl. I think she needs something else to occupy that mouth.”

Before she could even grasp his intentions, the bed dipped next to her head, and he hooked his finger into her mouth to force it open. His scent enveloped her when he pushed his cock past her lips, and Tina eagerly opened wider.

Her scalp stung, as Ronan wrapped his hands into her hair and fucked her mouth. It took mere moments for his cock to pulse and for the first drops of his cum to hit the back of her throat.

Tina swallowed, but Ronan pulled out and the hot splashes of his seed hit her breasts instead. Ronan’s bear roared with so much intensity the bed shook, and Tina’s stomach clenched in need. Fire raced through her veins, and then Ronan kissed her with so much heated intensity it left her in no doubt of his feelings. He kissed a path along her jaw and down her neck, where he suckled the sensitive skin with enough force to leave a hickey.

“You look so fucking hot dripping in my cum. You’re mine, Tina, and I want everyone to know that.” The growled words sent her pussy into spasms, and when he clicked the vibrator back on, Tina screamed as her orgasm raced through her.

Again and again he coaxed her into one orgasm after another, until she begged him to stop.

“No, one more, for your Sir.”

Releases October 21st and available for Pre-order  at  10% Discount at Bookstrand

I’m celebrating the upcoming release on The Nuthouse Scribblers here with a giveaway, and you can read an exclusive Excerpt too, so hop on by. I’m giving away $10 StrandBucks.

That’s it from me today. Stay naughty, folks.

 

D xxx

 

 

Author Bio:

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.

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Inspiration, mad muse, and cooking @mamaD8 #writerslife

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.

Just one

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….

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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?

*winks*

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 🙂

Tymber Dalton shared some excellent writing tips this week which you can read here and here, and they really resonated with me.

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.

Wooden ski chalet in snow, mountain view

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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.

D xx

 

Author Bio:

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.

Stalking Links

Website Blog Twitter  Facebook Pinterest  Evernight Publishing

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