Tag Archives: the projects

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

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.


a Rafflecopter giveaway

Have you had The Bear Treatment? @mamaD8#newrelease #bdsm #rubenesque #shifter @evernightpub

Hello, lovely peeps.

It’s been exactly a week since book four in The Projects series released, and what a week it’s been. I’ve been popping up all over the place, as you do, lol, so I had to take the opportunity to squeal about my naughty bear in here too.  My little tale is doing incredibly well, and made it into the top 50 Bestseller list at ARe.



Yes, that was me you heard squealing, lol. So let me tell you a  bit about this Bear Treatment from my heroine’s pov.

There is nothing worse than being dumped by your boyfriend is there, even if that person turned out to be a right schmuck. Louisa doesn’t have much luck in the boyfriend department, mainly, because the one man she really wants is way, way, way out of her league—or so she thinks.

In her words…


He was so way out of her league it wasn’t even real. Not only because he was very much a Dom, but also because Louisa didn’t have the first clue how to be what he looked for in a woman. After all, he would no doubt want to settle with another shifter like himself.

Somehow she didn’t think a smart mouthed, overweight, thirty-something, fresh out of yet another failed relationship, screw-up like her, would be his idea of the perfect submissive.

Little does she know that this Dom has just been biding his time and when she turns up in his spa, ready to experience a taste of the lifestyle, she is in for the bear treatment…





There’s nothing quite like being dumped by another good-for-nothing boyfriend to focus a girl’s mind. Fun has been missing from Louisa’s life for far too long, and a bit of wax play at the spa-with-a-difference is just what she needs to take her mind off her birthday. 

What can possibly go wrong? It’s not as though the man she’s been secretly lusting after for years would turn up and see her in all of her wobbly bits glory, or give her one mind blowing orgasm after the other, is it? 

That would mean she is getting the bear treatment. You know the one—ends up being mated to one droolworthy, dominant, bear shifter—and ticks off the council no end. One thing’s for certain. After this birthday nothing will be the same again. 

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, wax play, anal play



Ready for a hot Excerpt?


When he bit down on her clit her orgasm rushed through her with so much force that she screamed and bit her lip hard enough to taste her own blood, in an effort to muffle that scream.

They were on top of a crowded restaurant, for God’s sake. If she turned her head she could see the people dining below. All it would take was for one of them to look up and they would see her sprawled along the table with Luke once again lapping at her cream as she gushed her juices into his waiting mouth. The thought that one of the diners would look up, made her orgasm burn hotter, and with her body still shaking in delicious aftershocks she almost didn’t notice the slight pressure against her little puckered hole until Luke slipped a slick finger wet with her own arousal knuckle deep into her ass.

She would have bowed off the table had his hot hand on her tummy not held her down, and she lost herself in the heated stare of his golden eyes as their gazes connected.

“That’s my girl.” His voice had dropped an octave, dripping in lust, and her body went limp under his possession. “This ass and this pussy are mine to do with as I please are they not, my sweet Lou?”

He pushed deeper into her butt, and she gasped at the burning pain of another finger slipping past that ring of muscle. Discomfort gave way to heat when he started to thrust those two fingers in and out of their tight confines, and added the thumb of his other hand to her clit and rubbed that sensitive bundle of nerves in small circles designed to push her over the edge once more.

The strange sensation in her ass awakened unused nerve endings, and she clamped around his digits, increasing the heady sensations bombarding her.

“That’s it, my sweet. Ride those fingers. I can’t wait to see your little hole stretched with a butt plug to prepare you for my cock, and you will let me take you back here, won’t you?”

The veins on his neck stood out, his smile showed his fangs, and with the eyes of his bear looking down on her he never looked more the wild animal he had inside than right now. The thought should have terrified Louisa, but instead it had the opposite effect on her. She was his prey, his for the taking, and the thought turned her on even more.

“Yes, yes, God yes, I’m yours to do with as you please, Sir.”

Her whispered answer made him step up his assault on her senses, and everything inside of her drew tight as she climbed up those rungs of lust until the world narrowed to just the feel of his fingers in her ass, and his big body covering her.

Luke bent closer, not once slowing his fingers as they fucked her into another orgasm, and then he kissed her. His tongue mimicked the action of his digits, and she kissed him back until her lungs screamed at her they needed air, as her body shook in the grip of the tremors wracking through her. She winced when he withdrew his fingers from the tight clasp of her ass, and then gasped when he shrugged out of his shirt. The man’s torso was magnificent and sprinkled with liberal amounts of hair that she wanted to run her fingers through. His pectorals flexed as he threw the shirt across the room, and she let her gaze admire the play of muscles. The way his hair thickened to a dark trail that acted like a beacon to his magnificent cock. Despite her earlier attention to that particular body part, he was once again erect. Veins ran along the length of the impressive organ, and the thick mushroom head glistened in the muted lighting of the room. Louisa licked her lips, suddenly desperate for another taste of his salty musk, and Luke laughed. Low and menacing, the sound was more animal than human, and set her arousal to fever pitch.

“Not this time, my sweet. This time I want to bury my cock into your tight cunt. I want to see your lips stretched around my girth, as you struggle to take all of me, but you will, won’t you, pet? You’ll milk my cock like the good little subbie you are, and you’ll gush your cream all over my dick again and again, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” How she managed to force the words past her kiss swollen lips she would never know. Her gaze was riveted to his cock, where Luke was fisting himself slowly. He squeezed the tip of his dick until his pre-cum slid on his fingers and with a wicked grin held those digits up to her mouth.

Louisa opened up eagerly, only too willing to taste him again, and she groaned when he hooked those fingers inside her mouth holding her in place while he ran the tip of his erection through her wet slit repeatedly. He bumped into her clit at every upstroke, sending jolts of electricity through her system, and her nostrils flared as she tried to breathe through her nose.

“Look at me, pet.”

His rough command made her eyes snap to his again, and she swallowed hard around the digits in her mouth. The intensity of his golden gaze was hard to take, as he pinned her in place with the sheer force of his will.

“You’re mine, and when I sink my cock into your cunt, I’m going to sink my fangs into your flesh and mark you as mine.”

Buy links:

Evernight  Amazon  Amazon UK

ARe  Bookstrand


So, there you have it. Hope that makes you want to sign up for the Bear Treatment too.

Stay naughty, folks.


D xxx

About Doris:

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

Amazon All Romance E-Books BookStrand Barnes&Noble