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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

Monday Pimp from Doris O’Connor (@mamaD8) Meet Sasha from Her Panther Protector #BDSM #TheProtectors @sirenbookstrand

Happy Monday, peeps, Doris here.

As the title says, this is a shameless Hey, look at me, I’ve got a new release post.


Well, Her Panther Protector is up for Pre-order anyway. You can actually meet Sasha on August 4th.

Who is this Sasha, I hear you ask. Weeelll….. let me share my visual inspiration for the bad boy Panther of The Protectors.sasha

Still with me? 😉

Those of you familiar with my Protectors series, will of course have met Sasha in the previous books. Like I said he’s the bad boy of the bunch, who doesn’t really want to get his hands dirty, and comes across as somewhat of an obnoxious so and so.

You know how it goes, though, especially for those bad boy shifters…. when they fall, they do so hard and fast, and never is that truer than in Sasha’s case. When his sordid past catches up with him in the form of his son, and his son’s aunt….

Things get interesting!


You can read the story and erotic excerpt here, but I thought I would share the moment Sasha comes face to face with his mate for the first time. As you will see Macey is no push over 😉



He switched his engine off outside the cottage, frowned anew at the open gate, and then snarled when the unmistakable sounds of sex reached his ears. So, that’s why that sorry excuse for a mother didn’t know their son was wandering about the place. At least he assumed that was his son’s mother in there. His boy’s scent was all over this place, clearly signaling this was where he lived.

He crossed the distance to the front door in seconds, and the steady growl of his panther got louder. Jesus, one swift kick and that would come down. His stomach churned at the thought of his boy being out here, completely defenseless, and he gulped in air to calm down his beast. Already, he could feel himself growing taller. His muscles bunched and it took every ounce of willpower he possessed to stop the shift. It would be so easy to simply go for the kill and claim his son. Only the knowledge of his own pain, when his mother died, stopped him.

Sasha couldn’t take his boy away from her—not yet, anyway. Every child loved their mother, regardless of whether that mother was nothing more than a whore, so he swallowed his murderous impulses and put his son down on the garden hammock to the side of the cottage. The little fellow moaned and then curled up on his side. Wrapped up as he was in Sasha’s leather jacket, only his head could be seen, and one little foot. Sasha bent down and tucked that, too, from view.

His chest tightened with the rush of emotion he felt for this little guy. He might not have wanted a child, and sure as fuck couldn’t envisage himself as a father, but now that he’d held his son, he knew he couldn’t just walk away. For better or worse, this little boy needed him, and he’d do his damn best to make sure he was looked after, starting with giving his mother a lesson in taking care of him.

Just as predicted, one swift kick with his booted foot was all it took for the front door to give way. The hinges broke and the thing crashed against the wall, and then hung there precariously. That noise, at least, got through to the pair entangled in a sweaty heap of entwined limbs on the settee, and, head down, nostrils flaring, he approached them, and stopped short when the woman screamed. She pushed the boy she had been consorting with off her, and made a grab for her clothes.

“Who the fuck are you?” she screeched, and, eyes wide in fright, jumped to her feet and retreated behind the settee. Her useless boyfriend hastily yanked his jeans up his legs and tried to make a run for it, but Sasha stopped him with just a look.

He knew this fucker. Jack Simpson was one of the lads that hung out at the youth center, Leon volunteered at. His panther fed off the combined waves of fear that came off the two teenagers in front of him, and Sasha smirked.

“I could ask you the same question,” he growled, and Jack Simpson went so pale Sasha thought he was going to pass out. The female recovered her equilibrium much faster, and he had to laugh when she made a lunge for the telephone on the side board. He was on her in seconds and screaming blue murder she tried to kick him in the balls and, when that didn’t work, made a swipe at his head with the phone.

Thanks to his shifter reflexes, Sasha ducked those moves easily enough and, once he had her wrists pinned up high above her head, used his bodyweight to hold her against the wall. Normally, he would have enjoyed the way this female’s curves molded against him, but he was here for answers, and besides, this girl was far too young for him. A careful sniff of her confirmed what he already knew. This wasn’t his boy’s mother, but clearly the babysitter. Nonetheless, he would still teach her a lesson for not looking after his son, and his panther growled low in his throat.

“Jesus, let go of her, man. We didn’t mean no harm.” Jack’s voice had risen to an effeminate squeak in his agitation, and Sasha threw his hand off his shoulder with just one shrug. Jack swallowed hard and took a step back, hands up in the air in a defensive gesture when Sasha glared at him. No doubt his panther was showing in his eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about that right now.

“Really?” he asked, and his voice held the distinctive growl of his beast. “Then tell me why I found the boy your little playmate here is supposed to look after, wandering naked and dirty along the main road.”

“No, he can’t have.” The girl’s terrified whisper brought his attention back to her, and she shook her head at him. “He’s asleep upstairs. I mean, I would have heard him…oh, shit.”

Tears sprang into her eyes, and she looked so utterly miserable and worried that some of Sasha’s anger evaporated. Searching her face, he could see nothing but genuine remorse in this youngster’s expression, and he released her wrists and stepped away from her slowly. She hurried to put the rest of her clothes on as headlights filled the front room. A car door opened and slammed shut and the most delicious scent rooted Sasha to the spot. Before he could react at all, that scent grew stronger. A young woman in a nurse’s uniform burst through the ruined front door, and Sasha stared down the barrel of her drawn handgun.

The whole situation would have been comical, were it not for the fact that her finger twitched on the trigger as she screamed at him.

“Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my house?”




Macey’s hand shook so much she had to grab her wrist to steady it. What in all that was holy was going on? Her heart had near stopped, seeing Kenny asleep on the hammock outside and wrapped inside the leather jacket of one of the thugs that rode around the countryside on their bikes. The gleaming Harley parked in front of her garage had done nothing to help her overactive imagination, let alone seeing her front door half hanging off its hinges.

Jesus, she had come to Cumbria to escape the violence of inner-city life, not to find herself having to draw her handgun on…she blanched when a deep, animalistic rumble rose from the massive chest she was pointing her gun at. The vibrations of that growl shook the floorboards, and she took a deep breath in to steady her nerves.

The intruder to her house shook his head, inhaling sharply, and when he ran a hand through his shock of black, unkempt hair, Macey couldn’t help but notice the way his inked biceps flexed and his chest muscles rippled under the tight black T-shirt he wore. Really, this person…no, this criminal who’d invaded her home should look like a walking cliché of a bad-boy biker, but somehow he made that whole look work.

Her long forgotten libido had to choose now to notice the way his faded jeans clung to his tree-trunk thighs and hugged the impressive bulge in his groin, and the man had an ass to die for. After all, that had been her first view of him, together with his massive shoulders, before he’d swung round with a grace and speed belying his large, heavy frame, and she found herself caught in the hypnotic stare of his crystal-blue-eyed gaze. It had to be the dim lighting in this room that made it look as though his eyes started to glow and change from the deepest cornflower blue to glowing yellow.

His scent increased, alluring, dark, spicy, with a hint of earth and danger that sent shivers down her spine, not of fear, which would have been the sensible reaction, but excitement, and the decidedly odd notion that she knew this man. Macey was fairly sure she’d have remembered ever having met this dangerous hunk before, but there was something so familiar about the way his full lips kicked up into a sinful smirk.

“Careful there now, darling. You don’t want to injure yourself with that gun.” His deep drawl wrapped itself around her senses and threatened to pull her further under his spell until the actual words registered.

How fucking dare he?

The walking advert for chauvinistic male took a step toward her, and Macey lowered her gun until it was in line with his cock.

“One more step, and you’ll lose the ability to pee, never mind any other activity.” Macey was quite proud of herself for getting those words out with only the slightest wobble in her voice. When the infuriating man laughed and took another step, she aimed at his feet and let go of the trigger. The bullet slammed into the floorboards between his legs, and Monika’s scream echoed in her ears.

Macey threw her babysitter a disgusted look and, narrowing her eyes, brought the gun back in line with Mr. Chauvinist’s groin. To his credit, he didn’t even flinch, just regarded her thoughtfully, and she could have sworn a brief flash of admiration crossed over his strong features before he schooled his expression into a mask of indifference.

“Next time, you’ll bleed, got that?” she asked, and he nodded. “Now, again, tell me what the hell you’re doing in my house.” She swung her gaze back to the useless babysitter she’d been forced to employ, and took in the wide-eyed male teen, who looked about ready to lose control of his bodily functions.

Hands up in the air, he took several steps away from her, until he was half hidden behind Monika. Macey inwardly rolled her eyes, and her temper rose when she took in their semi-naked state. She hadn’t noticed that at first in her agitation of getting through the door, unsure of what or who she would find in her house. Judging by the rumpled sheet on the settee and the used condom on the floor, the teens had been having sex on her time.

Macey drew another shaky breath into her lungs as the puzzle pieces clicked into place. No doubt Kenny had had another one of his sleepwalking episodes and, too busy getting laid by her boyfriend, Monika hadn’t noticed Kenny leave the house.

That still didn’t explain the biker’s presence, mind you, unless…

“I’d have thought that was obvious, darling.” His mocking words brought her attention back to him, and the fine hair on her neck rose at the waves of anger that came off this man now.

“I’m not your darling, and if it was obvious, I wouldn’t be asking you, would I?”

A grim smile lit up the man’s dark features, and the even set of teeth he sported were a startling contrast to the black beard that graced his jaw. Really, he was all dark and brooding like some sort of avenging angel.

“And I’m not exactly in the mood to answer your questions while you’re pointing that gun at my dick.” His grin deepened when Monika made a strangled sound at the back of her throat, and then, much to Macey’s surprise, his whole posture changed.

“Hey, there, little fellow. Did we wake you up?”




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

A son and a mate in one fell swoop—he’ll never live this down.

Panther shifter Sasha Draven might be a Protector, but that doesn’t mean he’s is in a hurry to get his ass kicked protecting clueless humans. This bad boy doesn’t do commitment, but when he comes face to face with his past in the form of his son, every protective instinct he never knew he had kicks in. He will protect what’s his at all costs.

Macey Laine thought she’d escaped the inner city violence threatening her nephew when she left Glasgow behind. The last thing she expects is to come face to face with her sister’s past in her own home. There’s no denying this bad boy biker is Kenny’s father. If only she could deny the instant connection she feels to this stranger, as easily.

Nothing good will come of this, especially when the threat to Kenny tracks them down…

Available for pre-order now at Bookstrand.

That’s it from me today. Do stay naughty, folks,

D xxx

Vampires, why do we love them? #NewRelease from Doris (@mamaD8)

Hello, lovely, peeps. It’s been a while since I posted, but I promise I’m back to my regular schedule now. Oh no, I hear you groan. Do you have to?

Rude, I say! 😉

Today marks the release of book 4 in The Protectors series, and as it features one very yummy vampire called Dimitrius, I thought I would ponder the question why we love Vampires so much?

I’m assuming you do love them, here, and are not rolling your eyes in boredom.

I’ve written a few vamps over the years, have read even more, and while my favourite vamp, not written by me will always be Eric from the Sookie Stackhouse novels, especially in his True Blood persona, played by Alexander Skarsgard…



Excuse me while I take a moment to swoon here…

Right, where was I… oh yes, favourite vamps.

I have a new favourite, and that would be Dimitrius from today’s release. This was the yummy inspiration I had to look at while I was writing his story.



Such a hardship I tell you, as you can no doubt appreciate 😉


By the way, if anyone knows who this model is, please enlighten me!

So, what makes Dimitrius my favourite, I hear you ask. Well, he embodies everything a true vampire ought to be, in my opinion, and in no particular order, here’s why I love him, and vampires in general.

– He’s deadly and makes no excuses for that.

– He’s over two thousand years old, so has a wealth of experience and patience behind him.

– He was already an experienced man when he was turned at his request.

– He is loyal and honourable to a fault.

– His code of conduct is steeped in the ancient ways, as his maker is one of the Original Vampyrs.

– He has a delightfully dry sense of humour.

– He’s a great cook. It’s his favourite occupation to pass the time, bar fucking and killing, of course.

– He never kills without good reason, but he shows no remorse when he does.

– He’s without question a Dom, and I defy anyone to not submit to him when he drops his voice.

Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, when he loves someone, he does so without restraint. There is nothing he wouldn’t do to keep Eva safe, even if that could get him killed.

That little Protector is his and in his words, “I look after what’s mine.”

I would love to know what you think about vampires. Let me know in the comments, please, and don’t forget to enter my Giveaway for a $25 Amazon GC. You can find it at the bottom of this post.

I shall leave you with a HAWT and exclusive excerpt from The Vampire’s Protector… Enjoy 🙂



“I told you stay in the playroom and wait for me. Yet, here you are in my shower, nicely at my mercy. What shall I do with you, I wonder?”

He stepped away out of the endless stream of hot water, thanks to the latest boiler technology, and with a smirk in her direction shoved the dial to cold.

A screech escaped Eva, and she tried to get away from the ice cold cascade of water, but the suspension leather cuffs held tight.

“There, that should cool you off a little.”

Her eyes sparked fire at him, and she grumbled something under her breath, that he was pretty sure were far from complimentary adjectives aimed at him, and his grin deepened.

“Actions have consequences, girl. You should have stayed in the playroom.”

Her lips turned blue and goose bumps covered her skin, yet she still had that mutinous tilt to her chin that he was fast beginning to love. That thought brought him up short, and he stepped back farther to give himself some breathing space. Lust was one thing, but love? However, he was uncomfortably aware that the more time he spent in her company, the more he not only wanted to fuck her, the more he also wanted to get to know her. She was like a drug in his system. He sure hadn’t felt bored since she came along.

As if to prove his point, Eva yanked at her restraints again, and through her chattering teeth stuttered her reply.

“No–ot fa–air. I o–nly c–a–ame t–to m–a–ake m–o–o–re co–m–f–fe…”

She gave up trying to talk and growled instead. Such a deep-throated sound that his cock jerked and he knew he had to finish this one way or the other. He shut off the water, grasped her chin and kissed her. A whimper escaped her, as he ruthlessly deepened the kiss. His fangs scraped her lips, and her sweet addictive taste exploded on his taste buds. By the time he broke the kiss, her cheeks had pinked up nicely again, and her breathing came in short staccato bursts, that spoke of her arousal. The confined space filled with her musk, and she jumped when he kicked her legs apart, and ran his fingers through her wet slit.

“Hmm, so wet for me already. My naughty little subbie really does want my cock rather badly, doesn’t she?”

He brought his fingers, slick with her arousal up for her to see and licked them clean, not once taking his eyes off of her, and she licked her lips and her eyes clouded over as she tried to lean toward him.

Dimitrius laughed softly and shook his head at her.

“Oh, I don’t think you deserve it yet.”

Eva pouted and then screamed, as he turned the cold water on again.

“Please, Sir, please…”

A sigh escaped her when he turned it off and bending his head bit down hard on her breast. He didn’t take the blood in, but pulled back and having repeated the action to the other breast, stood back again to admire his handy work. Two thin trails of blood flowed from the puncture marks his fangs had made in her breast tissue, and chased the droplets of water that clung to her chilled skin.

“Such a beautiful sight, myshka.

Dropping to his knees he caught each thin trail of her life-giving fluid on his tongue before the crimson trails reached her pussy lips and when he blew across her slit and parted her labia with his thumbs, another whimper escaped her. More blood rushed to that area, and her pretty little pussy pinked further. He flicked his tongue across her clit and that little bundle of nerves contracted in front of his eyes. More of her feminine arousal coated her pussy lips and he slid two fingers knuckle deep into her cunt.

Eva murmured his name and her internal muscles tightened around his digits as he sought that little raised spot inside of her. He grinned around her clit when she jerked and swore when he made contact, and pushed her toward an orgasm that he had no intention of giving her yet.

Just before the trembles around his digit warned him of her impending release he withdrew and this time Eva did swear.

“Fuck no…please…argh nooo.”

The cold blast of water he subjected her to again, turned her outburst into a whimper, and it was only when she hung limp that he shut the water off again.

Yanking her head up by her hair, he studied her, and she flinched when he pulled harder.

“What did I say about swearing, girl?”

Tears seeped out her eyes and she looked so utterly miserable that he almost relented.

“I’m sorry, Sir. Please, just…I’m sorry.”

“Ten swats to that delectable ass should teach you a lesson,” he said, and her eyes widened when he crashed his hand down on her flesh with as much force as he could muster. It left a nice red hand print behind, and he quickly delivered the rest of the swats with just as much force. By the time he was finished, Eva was a crying, spent mess and her ass bloomed beautifully red and hot. Turning her head around, he caught her screams of pain in his mouth, while he massaged those hot globes.

Eva kissed him back with a desperate urgency and he tasted the salt of her tears, and her growing need for him. Oh yes, this had turned her on as much as it had him, and this time when he dropped back down to his knees, he wasn’t at all surprised to see her even wetter for him.

He grinned up at her from his position between her leg and she mewled like a kitten when he flung one of her legs over his shoulder. It exposed her cunt further to his hungry gaze and he allowed his fangs to scrape along the artery in her thigh.


Her words trailed off when he looked at her again.

“Shhh, my sweet. I’ll take care of you, but let me enlighten you on my favorite position to feed from. That would be right here.”




[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, shape-shifters, vampires, HEA]

She is a Protector, sworn to kill vampires, not mate with them.

Eva Arnett is not having a good day. Not only does she prang her bike, but she is also set upon by a nest of vicious vamps, and then wakes up in an enigmatic stranger’s bed—naked and tied up. Her eagle has lost its mind. The ancient vampire cannot be her mate, but she cannot ignore this overwhelming urge to submit.

Dimitrius Zolnerovich isn’t overly fond of those pesky Protectors keeping him from his food supply. However, when he comes across Eva fighting for her life, he has to intervene. Six vamps against one woman—that’s just bad manners—even if she is a Protector.

He should keep his distance, but this experienced Dom cannot resist the gift of Eva’s submission, and besides, his myshka needs watching.

When trouble hits the village, lethal choices have to be made that may well spell the end for them both.

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Stay naughty, folks!

D xx

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