Welcome to Doris O'Connor. I LOVE this story and I am sure you will too!
Over to you Doris.
Thanks so much for having me
here today, Michaela.
I'm thrilled to be able to
share my latest release with you. The
Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin was sparked by a newspaper article I read
back in October last year.
This one to be precise: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2222458/Catarina-Migliorini-Brazilian-student-20-set-sell-virginity-780k-online.html
It caused quite a stir, and I couldn't
help but think there was a story in there somewhere. At the
time I stored it away for future reference, and then I had a chat with my crit
group ladies in Skype and one of them said, "You know, that virgin story?
I thought of you. It had you written all over it. Write her story."
Once I'd recovered from the giggles that the
story of a virgin reminded her of me (trust me, nothing virginal about me
anymore after 23 years of marriage and nine kids!), the idea took hold.
What sort of a woman would sell her
virginity? What would drive her to do that, apart from the obvious need for
cash? Was it pure greed, the easy way out, or was there a much deeper and less
selfish reason for doing so, and at what personal cost to her?
After all, anyone could purchase her.
It was an interesting dilemma, and I
needed a dark and mysterious hero to play counterfoil to her. What sort of man
would he be, apart from filthily rich? What drove him to do this? Surely there
are easier ways to get laid?
What I came up with surprised the heck
out of me. Lakota's and Alice's story is scorching hot, and deeply emotional. I
cried, I laughed, and hubby wore a happy grin after I wrote their sex scenes.
*wink*
I leave you with a little
taster … Enjoy!
Blurb:
Lay back and think of
England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her
virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy. When Alice realizes who has acquired her,
keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.
Self-made billionaire
Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her
virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a
solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are
just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and
physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.
Can he trust his tender
feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could
trust?
Excerpt:
He'd
bound her to him with the ridiculous terms of their arrangement, and he had no
idea how she really felt about him. That her body desired him, of that there
was no doubt. Could there ever be more between them? Was the trust she
exhibited in her submission to him enough to build a relationship on?
Would
she want to stay with him once the arranged time was over? His little Alice was
a romantic. Would she settle for a life with what little he had to offer,
knowing full well that he was incapable of ever saying the words every woman
wanted to hear?
"Lakota?"
Her uncertain whisper shook him out his maudlin thoughts. This was here, and
this was now. He would live in the moment and worry about all that later. Right
now he had his woman where he wanted her.
"I'm
here, my sweet. Relax."
She
drew in a breath and another, in a visible effort to calm her nerves, and he
bent down and kissed her again.
"Remember
those candles you admired on that stall in Colombo, my sweet?"
She
stilled completely and her breaths grew choppier, and he smiled.
"I
see that you do… Now, feel their kiss, and fly for me."
He'd
gone hard as nails in the middle of the crowded market at her innocent reaction
to his whispered comment that these were far more than scented candles. He'd
bought them on impulse, waiting for the right moment to introduce them. He knew
her well enough by now to know how far he could push her, and he wanted to give
her the pleasure this play brought.
She
flinched at the first drop of wax hit her just below the collarbone, and he
swiped the drop away, watching her closely for her reaction. Again and again he
repeated the process, until she arched into the touch of the wax on her skin.
He
drew patterns around her breasts, leaving the wax to settle, and letting the
flame burn a little hotter each time. Her breathing changed to the slow, deep
state of relaxed awareness he wanted her to be in as he scribed what was in his
heart on her quivering tummy.
By
the time he was done his dick was just about ready to explode, and Alice was so
wet, the covers were stained under her ass. He smiled to himself at the face of
housekeeping in the morning and poured one last heavy drop of wax over her
hugely distended clit at the same time as he thrust his cock into the tight
clasp of her body, with a growled, "Come for me, baby."
****
Alice
came so hard and so fast she could barely catch her breath. The sensation of
the hot wax dripping over her most sensitive flesh coupled with the feel of him
sliding deep into her core, his weight pinning her in place proved too much.
She
was dimly aware of Lakota reaching his own pinnacle in record time, and then
she was free. Released from her bonds and held securely in his arms, she
blinked to get her eyes to focus.
Her
body was covered in multi-colored patters of wax, and he'd traced a word into
her lower abdomen—Mine.
Alice
bit back her tears, and Lakota's hands settled over her fingers tracing the
word. She looked at him, and she held her breath at the emotion she glimpsed in
his eyes, before he masked it.
"I
will run you a bath, and you can soak it off. I'm not going near that beautiful
skin of yours with a knife."
"Do
we have to take it off?"
He
grew very still at her husky question, and his voice was hoarse when he finally
answered.
"I
don't want you getting sore. This is your first time. We don't know how your
skin will react."
Alice
smiled at the protectiveness and concern behind those words.
"I
seem to be having a lot of firsts around you, Mr. Kemnay."
****
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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