This is one book I have been looking forward to getting my hands on.
Why?
You see, not only is it written by Doris O'Connor, who can write like nobody's business but I LOVE a woman in charge. Scarlett is a Domme like no other...but I won't spoil it for you. Let me hand over to Doris.
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Thanks so much for having me
here today, Michaela.
Yesterday saw the release of
Auctioned to Protect, book two of The Spectrum Auctions, and I think I've
slowly floated back down to earth.
*grins*
I never thought I'd write a
Femdom story, but Scarlett made her presence known in book one and she was such
fun to write I needed to give her a story. Especially after it turned out that
Mike and her had some serious chemistry going on in book one.
Well, he was rather baffled
by her, but also turned on, much to his disgust.
*smirks*
Mike is a complicated man, and their
relationship dynamic is very unique. It was such fun to bring the tough
undercover cop to his knees, emotionally and physically. Mike does not submit
easily or gracefully, and he only does so to Scarlett.
These two need each other
and together they heat up the pages and go on an intensely emotional journey
that made me cry buckets when I was writing it.
So, have a glass of water, a
fan and a box of tissues at the ready when you read their story. You might just
need all three.
Blurb:
[Siren Allure: Erotic
Consensual BDSM Romance, voyeurism, shibari, cropping, knife play, sex toys,
HEA]
Tough undercover cop Mike
Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint-size bundle of curves with
a Mistress complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM. Thrown
into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his
instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.
Scarlett Simpson is one of
the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum, and she has a score to settle.
Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to
the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she
explores his boundaries through Shibari and knife play, Scarlett can't help but
get emotionally involved.
Submission freely given is a
gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is
over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will
this end in tragedy?
Adult Excerpt:
“Fuck, you feel so damn good
around my dick, Scarlett. Look at us. Look how I stretch your tight hole.
Jesus, baby, tell me this is as freaking good for you as it is for me.”
Scarlett dug her finger nails
into his shoulders in answer and clenched around him, and Mike roared. He
pulled out and thrust back in again, ramming her into the wall, as she hung on
for dear life. Pain mixed with pleasure so intense she couldn’t breathe,
couldn’t talk, just hung onto his big shoulders and took all the passion he
gave her.
Here was a man brutally taking
his own pleasure and sending her body sky high in the process. When he pulled
out of her and dragged her over to the sink, Scarlett bit her lip so hard she
tasted blood. Mike kicked her legs apart and then slammed back into her from
behind. This position drove him deeper than before and when he reached around
and stimulated her clit at the same time, Scarlett saw stars. Her whole body
tightened in ever closer spirals of pleasure that started from deep inside her
core. Impaled by his hot member, his harsh breath in her ear, one hand digging
into her hips, the other mercilessly fingering her swollen clit, he pushed her
toward a mind-splintering release. Higher and higher she climbed, and when Mike
grasped one of her legs and shoved it over the edge of the sink, the move sent
her over the edge.
He yanked her torso up and pulled
it up against his chest, allowing him to sink deeper still into the clasp of
her body. Ripples and waves of pleasure crashed over Scarlett, and she let her
head fall back and gave herself up to the sensation rocking her body as Mike
increased his tempo even more. Every forceful thrust lifted her off her toes,
and Scarlett came a second time, or was it the third. Sensations merged into
one, fire raced over her skin, and she screamed his name when he grew bigger
still inside her and then grunted his release into her shoulder, and warmth
spread deep inside her.
Mike lowered her leg with them
both still joined as intimately as two people could be, and he locked his arms
next to hers on the sink. By the time her breathing had slowed down enough to
speak and her hazy vision cleared, Mike was slowly slipping out of her. She
tightened her muscles to keep him in for longer and he groaned and rubbed his
morning stubble across her neck. It left delicious tingles in its wake and
Scarlett moaned her contentment.
Their gazes locked in the mirror
and Mike smiled. Scarlett’s heart turned over in her chest at the open
affection she saw in his azure eyes that seemed to bore straight into her very
soul.
“Good morning, My Lady. I guess
this beats coffee first thing.”
* * * *
She was so fucking beautiful,
staring back at him with her huge green eyes, and her fair skin flushed from
the force of her orgasms. A primitive sense of ownership grabbed him by the
throat and squeezed the breath out of him, and he shut his eyes and nuzzled
into the soft skin of her neck. A shudder went through her when he licked the
rapidly beating pulse point and nibbled his way up to her ear. Scarlett ground
her ass against his thigh and he groaned into her neck.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,
baby.”
Scarlett turned around in his
arms and gasped when he sat her on the edge of the sink and spread her legs
wide. He dropped on his knees and inhaled against her wet slit. Scarlett’s
intoxicating musk mixed with his own scent and he watched in fascination as
their combined juices slowly trickled out of her pink flesh.
His cock signaled its interest
briefly and Scarlett smiled down on him when he looked up.
“Have I broken you?” she
whispered.
Mike laughed.
“Hardly, My Lady. Give me five
and we’ll be ready to go again. In the meantime…”
He bent his head and delivered
butterfly kisses along the incredibly soft skin of her inner thighs. It was one
of Mike’s favorite places to linger on any woman, especially just after they’d
come. Hot, sweet, and intimate, it called him to indulge, and he blew against
her slit, causing an allover body shiver, as her clit contracted in front of
his eyes.
“Mike, please… I’m so close
again… Oh…yeees.”
It was all the encouragement he
needed. Using short shallow strokes he cleaned her cunt, until no traces of
their earlier encounter remained. He rubbed his beard-roughened chin across her
clit, and placed her legs over his shoulder when she started to tremble.
Scarlett’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and she pushed her hips up in a
seeming effort to hurry him along, but Mike had his own plans.
He’d been far too rough on her
earlier, regardless of how much she had been with him in the moment. Regardless
of how much she seemed to have needed that brutal release. Besides he was fast
getting addicted to the needy little moans and sighs she couldn’t stop from
escaping. The way her fingernails scored his skin and her breaths grew choppier
until her body tensed and her pussy clenched and unclenched, trying to draw in
his tongue as her cream gushed into his waiting mouth.
He tunneled his fingers into her
channel and her greedy little cunt clamped down on the digits, as she came in a
series of delightful little tremors. Mike pulled out his wet digits and
gathering up more of her cream as he went along, circled her anus and pushed
in.
“Yes, there, take me there.”
Scarlett clawed at his skin and
his semi hard dick roared into action. He added another finger to stretch her,
and Scarlett bucked against him like a wild thing.
“Easy, baby, I’ve got you. I’ll
make this so fucking good for you.”
You can read the entire
first chapter on my blog here,
and there's also a chance to win a copy of book one of the series, or a book
from my back list. Winner's choice!
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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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