Release Day Celebrations. Panther Magic @mamaD8 @EvernightPub #Giveaway #mfm #bdsm

Do I have a tasty treat for you today. My sexy blonde bombshell Doris O'Connor is visiting today with her new book. 

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my new release, Panther Magic, book five of The Projects series. 

You know that old saying… A picture speaks a thousand words. Never is that truer than when your muse is a very visual creature like mine is. Hot men get her going every time, and this story is no exception. I had no intention of writing this story in fact, until, my search for a Mancandy birthday pic for a friend let me to these two hunks.

Incidentally, if anyone knows who these two are, please let me know in the comments J

Where was I? Oh yes… My friend loved the pic, and some light hearted banter occurred. Was she going to have one or two…. Separately or at the same time…

*grins*

Her husband chirped up saying it sounded like one of my books, and just like that Zeb and Aran Harris jumped into my head, and wouldn’t leave me alone until I told their story.

And, trust me, having not one but two Alpha, Panther Shifter, Doms in my head, I did as I was told—fast!

I’ve learned long ago, never to argue with my characters, especially the Doms. No, sirreee, this little subbie does as she’s told in those circumstances.

You can’t say the same about the heroine of this story, Kate. Experienced submissive she might be, but as those in the lifestyle will know, that certainly doesn’t equal doormat, and Kate is one feisty human.

Kate does not believe in magic, and using animals in their act is just cruel, and she’s not afraid to put that point across. In the end—of course—resistance is futile.

She can’t resist the combined dominance of Arran and Zeb, and when they do get together they ignite the pages.

Prepare to laugh, cry, and fear for them all, when that dreaded council gets involved…

Blurb:

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.

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Adult Excerpt:

“Sirs, are we going to play—now?” The words came out hesitant, but her breathing sped up when Zeb walked toward her and placed the end of his crop under her chin to nudge her head up. He slowly ran it along her throat, rested it on each of their bite marks and then trailed it along her collarbone and into the valley of her breasts.

“I thought we might, unless you have any objections?”

Kate shook her head and whispered a shaky, “No, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Zeb trailed the tip across her lace covered breasts, and over each nipple in turn, and Kate gasped and tried her best not to squirm.

Arran barely managed to hold in a groan of his own. It was incredibly erotic watching their girl reacting to his brother’s strokes against her flesh. Her skin took on the rosy glow of arousal, and her nipples firmed into hard buds that strained against the delicate blue lace covering them. Zeb nudged her knees apart further with his foot, and traced the tip of the crop over her quivering abdomen and down to her delectable wet pussy. The fabric covering her slit darkened further, and Arran’s nostrils flared as the sweet musk of her arousal filled the air. His cock jerked, and he stroked along his length to give himself some relief.

Zeb looked back at him and smirked, and mimicked Arran’s actions on his own dick. Kate licked her lips when she noticed, and moved toward Zeb, but he brought the riding crop down between her legs. It flicked across her wet slit, and Kate jumped and moaned. It was such a deep throated sound that Arran’s balls drew tight, and he fisted himself harder.

“Such a naughty girl we have. So wet for us already, so eager for a cock, aren’t you? Tell me, wildcat, how badly do you want my cock?”

Zeb took himself in hand more firmly as he spoke to her, and Kate’s gaze seemed riveted to the action of his hand going up and down his shaft. Arran fisted himself faster, as Kate’s pink little tongue dipped out and licked her lips. Drops of pre-cum emerged from the tip of his cock, and he rubbed his thumb over his wet slit, and used the natural lubrication to fist himself harder. It felt way too good, and his grunt of pleasure brought Kate’s attention back to him.

Zeb laughed when he noticed.

“Or perhaps you want my brother’s cock?”

Kate looked between them, and she nodded.

“What’s that, girl? I can’t hear you. Which cock do you want? Mine or Arran’s, or perhaps you want both?”

Arran and Kate both groaned in unison, and Zeb’s grin deepened. His sadistic brother always did get a kick out of playing mind games, and seeing both Arran’s and Kate’s discomfort no doubt turned him on.

“Hmm, perhaps you’ll get your wish, and we’ll fill all your holes today. Would my little wildcat like that?”

A moan was his only answer, and without warning Zeb brought the riding crop down across her thigh. Kate yelped, and a red thin stripe appeared across her pale flesh immediately. Zeb repeated the action to her other leg, and tears sprang into Kate’s eyes, yet her sweet musk increased tenfold, and Arran’s beast near salivated at tasting the bounty between her legs.

“Yes, Sir, please, anything … I’m yours.”

Kate’s whispered reply was music to Arran’s ears, and Zeb winked at him.

“Good girl, you best start with my little brother then. He looks about ready to explode.”

Kate’s gaze sought Arran’s, and the love and need to please that shone out of her right now meant the world to him. She made to rise, but Zeb’s heavy hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“Who said anything about getting up, girl? I want you to crawl, and swing those hips and tits. Give Arran a show, and then suck him good. I don’t want to see a drop of his cum spilled, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir.” Kate’s eager reply and the speed with which she complied meant that Arran had to pinch the bottom of his shaft to stop himself from shooting his load like some inexperienced teenager. He was so fucking close already, and judging by the wicked grin on his brother’s face Zeb knew that, too. He mentally flipped his brother the finger, and then concentrated on the poetry in motion that was Kate crawling toward him. With an inherent grace that would have done any cat shifter proud she put one hand in front of the other, and slid her knees across the soft carpet, while swinging her hips from side to side.

Zeb’s face dropped, and he seemed unable to tear his gaze away from her ass. Zeb had always been an ass man, and seeing her pale globes so beautifully presented to him, had to be torture for his brother. Served the bastard right.

All conscious thought fled Arran’s brain when Kate reached him, looked up at him from under her naturally long eyelashes, and smiled.

“Sir? May I please suck your cock?”

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About Doris:

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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Who fancies a BDSM Weekend? @JenniferDenys #BDSM #MFM

BDSM Weekend (Manor of Decadence 2)

By Jennifer Denys

Blurb:

A weekend of BDSM activities for beginners. That was what James Shaw had booked at Lindsey Park Manor. He was now anxious about telling his wife, Caroline. In the past, they had tried out various implements at home, and were keen to take it further—even considering joining a ‘swingers’ site—but it was quite daunting doing anything with others! And then a shock awaits them on arrival in the form of James’ best friend.

As they progress through the various events—cropping in the stables, fellatio in the ballroom, and an unusual fox hunt—they have to deal with animosity, jealousy and the dropping of inhibitions, as all of them grow in their knowledge of a lifestyle which is exciting, yet challenging.

Just as the dynamics of their threesome change considerably, a further surprise awaits them at the end of the weekend.

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Series info

‘Kink After Dinner’ is the first book in the ‘Manor of Decadence’ series – a short story written as a taster story with references to Lindsey Park Manor, the setting for ‘BDSM Weekend’.

:Author bio:

Jennifer is a bestselling author in various genre (BDSM, contemporary, sci-fi, paranormal, with historical and fantasy in her works in progress) with several different publishers.

An Englishwoman through and through, she lives in a beautiful historical city and is game to try most things once. She’s had a tattoo done on her calf, flew down zip wires 100 feet up in the trees, and was photographed nude by a professional photographer. All of which have taken place since she turned 50!

Many of her experiences end up in her books… but you will have to read them to find out what!

Author website/blog: http://jennifer-denys.blogspot.com/

Excerpt:

“My dear, you don’t strike me as particularly submissive.”

James held back a smile—well, a smirk, actually—at the comment Master George just gave Caroline. The Master of Lindsey Park Manor was spot on.

After leaving Mark, they had gone to the reception desk to make their workshop bookings and then went for a walk outside to allow Caroline time to calm down. By the time they reached the fountain she was able to laugh at the statue of the sea monster in a clinch with a buxom woman. They then made their way to the Master’s Study on the ground floor for their private tutorial. It was a good opportunity to ask burning questions with just him, Caroline and the Master.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, James saw his wife flushing deep red at this criticism.

“Don’t get me wrong, Caroline. There is nothing wrong with you if you are not submissive. However, have you considered a role as a Dominant? Or even someone who can switch from one who follows, to one who leads, and back again?”

Caroline looked at James in confusion. It matched his own feelings. Neither of them had considered Caroline in any other role—at least not in bedroom activities.

James sat forward. “I’m not sure I understand, Sir. Are you suggesting Caroline carries out BDSM—wields a whip or whatever else—with someone else?”

Master George responded. “Not unless she wishes to. Since Caroline has shown a distinct lack of submissive behaviour since you entered the room, I was wondering how you felt about her taking the role of the Dominant over you?”

Leaping to his feet, James cried, “You have to be kidding!”

Waving a hesitant James back in his seat, Master George continued, “I didn’t mean to offend you. I wanted to see how important it was to you to be the one in control—and judging by your reaction, it clearly is. As Caroline’s only reaction was to gasp in shock, rather than exclaim in delight at my suggestion, I gather this had never entered her head.”

Settling down again, James ran a nervous hand through his hair. “It didn’t enter mine, either,” he muttered, to himself as much as to the others in the room.

Although no shrinking violet, Caroline had naturally assumed the submissive role in their bedroom activities. Out of it, she was just as likely to tell him what to do. Now he was thinking hard about whether he could let Caroline top him.

Jesus! Can I lay there and let her spank me? Or more?

Caroline entered the conversation, staring at James as she spoke to Master George. She always knew exactly what he was thinking. “It has never occurred to us before. And, despite being fairly strong-willed, it isn’t something I want to do.”

Phew!

“And that could be because your current roles are most suited to your personalities,” continued the Master. “So my next question is, how experienced are you in the ménage? Do you frequently enjoy sexual dalliance or use implements with others?”

Caroline went even redder if that was possible. “We—we’ve never done anything with anyone else—always been happy just to practice with each other. The point of coming here was to learn more. Maybe see others also trying it out, and not feel we are freaks in any way, if that makes sense.”

Master George nodded his head knowingly. “I can understand that entirely. It is the reason we organise these weekends. The intention of the tutorials is to analyse where you are in your discoveries into alternative sexual practices, and make you think about where you can go from here. Do feel free to experiment while you are here. That is the purpose of your visit, after all. However, don’t feel pressured into doing something either of you do not want to do. Our policy is always that it must be consensual.”

James had got over his earlier shock and found the Master’s words to be thought provoking.

Their host hadn’t finished. “Now, what about letting others into your play? Do you know anyone else who is here?”

Before James could react, Caroline adamantly declared, “Absolutely not!” His lips quirked at her outburst.

Master George sat back in his chair, his hands clasped with forefingers against his lips in a reflective pose. “Can you elaborate, my dear? Do you simply refuse to contemplate any outsiders, despite the fact you said you wanted to watch others in their activities, or is it that you are not familiar with anyone else and that puts you off?”

As Caroline glanced at James he just raised his eyebrows at his wife. She had to get herself out of that one.

She stuttered as she answered, indicating her nervousness. “We—we do know one other guest, Mark Fuller. I would feel very awkward doing things with him. In some ways it would be easier with strangers.”

James nodded. He actually agreed with his wife. At the same time, he felt very sad for Mark and wondered if his friend would find someone else with whom to hook-up. His mind strayed then, and James started thinking about Mark having sex with Caroline. He grimaced. Although he quite liked the idea of watching her with other men, it didn’t feel right her doing it with Mark. It might make things awkward for their friendship afterwards.

“So, James,” Master George was talking to him and James started, realising he had to concentrate. “Let’s consider that. How do you feel about involving others in your play if they are strangers?”

Glancing at Caroline, James saw her give a slight shrug. It was one thing to joke about doing it, but quite another when it was presented to you as something that could well happen. “I think we would talk about it first. We’ve always discussed these things together. But we might possibly do it.”

“Very good. People in general would find a lot out about themselves if they opened up more,” stated the Master rather enigmatically. He was writing in a large, ornate notebook. “I will see what I can arrange.”

James’ heart leapt in his chest. Jesus! What have we let ourselves in for?

What's it like to be Auctioned to the Spanish Dom? @mamaD8 #menage

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my newest release, Auctioned to the Spanish Dom. Ever since Master Pedro first popped up in Book One of The Spectrum Auctions, I knew I would have to tell his story and this is it.

Master Pedro is a complicated man, and writing his story brought it with some unexpected surprises. I also fell hopelessly in love with him, and I hope readers will too.  He might be a Sadist, but he’s also a man who falls hard and deep for the right woman—his pequeñita J

Blurb: 

[Ménage and More: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, flogging, paddling, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA for M/F]

Peyton King had a simple plan. Sign up for the Spectrum Auctions and finally get the story that will get her the promotion she craves.
It’s just her luck that the person who wins her is Pedro Hernandez. The Spanish Dom has been starring in her erotic dreams ever since they first butted heads in her professional life, and he proves impossible to resist, if downright scary.
The sadist in Pedro is looking forward to teaching the prickly reporter a lesson or two. However, when Peyton turns out to be a masochist her instinctive responses floor the experienced Dom. Maybe it’s just his age catching up with him, but this young reporter gets under his skin like no other sub ever has, and their play smashes through both of their emotional defences in record time.
When their relationship is put to the test, Pedro has to decide if he can trust his pequeñita.
She is a reporter after all…

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STORY EXCERPT

A man could fucking lose himself in those expressive eyes staring up at him. He didn’t read one iota of malice in Peyton’s expression. She didn’t probe, didn’t ask the questions she was without doubt burning to ask. No, she just waited patiently for him to tell her. He had the most curious sensation crawl up the back of his neck, the instinctive knowledge that she would also accept it if he didn’t tell her. A novel experience, for sure. Any woman he’d ever been involved with, even on a casual basis, had eventually been full of questions.

Another reason why he kept his encounters these days confined to the club, and the purely sexual. Life was simpler, if rather lonely that way.

“If you’d rather not tell me, that’s okay. I realize we barely know each other, and this is clearly personal, and I sense perhaps painful, so let’s just forget it.”

She stepped away from him, and he had to smile at the nervous way she pulled on the misshapen neckline of the shirt she wore.

“I’m just gonna clear this table away.” She mumbled the words into the curtain of her hair and started to stack the plates together.

“You were right, you know,” he said, and she froze, empty wineglass in one hand, two stacked plates in the other. “Put those down, pequeña, and let’s take this in the living room.”

He didn’t check to see if she followed. All he knew was that he needed to sit down, and he flung himself into the wide, comfortable leather settee and shut his eyes. Big enough for him to sleep on, if need be, it had seen him do so far too many times lately when he’d stayed up late, watching old movies in an effort to dispel the thoughts churning in his head.

The sofa dipped slightly when Peyton sat down next to him, and then depressed again. He opened his eyes to find her throwing a cushion on the floor. Peyton knelt on it, wrapped her arms around his legs, and rested her chin on his knee.

His dick stiffened automatically at seeing his beautiful sub on her knees by his feet, and the churning in his gut subsided somewhat.

“Very nice, Peyton, but we’re not in a scene right now, so this is not necessary,” he said. Instead of getting up, she tightened her hold on his legs, and nuzzled into his thigh.

“Yes, it is. Indulge me, please, Sir. Besides, I like the way you look at me when I do this.” A faint blush crept in her cheeks, but she held his glance, and he smiled.

“And how do I look at you?” he asked.

That blush of hers deepened, and he straightened slightly so that he could wrap his hand into her hair. A tremble went through her, and the dominant in him lapped up her submission. She was right in one way. Telling her about his fucked-up life so far would be easier when he was in this headspace. The memories hurt less then.

“As though you like what you see, and…” She dropped her gaze and seemed to find his bare feet most interesting. Pedro increased the pull on her hair and tugged her head back up so that she had no choice but to look up at him.

“Tell me.” He dropped his voice and her mouth opened slightly. Eyes wide, and lips trembling, it was the utter trust and submission he read in her beautiful orbs that made that curious sensation at the back of his neck turn into an allover itch. His chest tightened and a rush of pure possessiveness swamped him. This delightful young woman sat at his feet was his, and his alone. Peyton’s nails curled into his legs, and she blinked several times before she answered him.

“It just feels right, Sir. I can’t explain it, and it makes no sense. I just feel it in here.” She brought a hand up to her chest, and he nodded. “I guess I just feel free, which makes no sense at all.”

Pedro released his hold on the silky mass of her hair and petted her head.

“No, it makes perfect sense, pequeña. You’re embracing your submissive side, and that makes me feel very proud of you.”

Her face lit up in a brilliant smile, and he was hard pushed not to just sit there and grin back at her like a besotted fool, but there was no denying the connection they had established in a very short space of time. Pedro had scoffed at Slade and Laura when it had happened to them, though at least they had known each other for years beforehand. Scarlett, too, had been at the butt off his jokes, though, again the whole danger she had been intended to accelerate and clarify feelings. What was his excuse, however?

Turning forty far from home, and without any of his family acknowledging that fact, shouldn’t prove that much of trauma, should it? After all, he was used to it. Then again, Pedro had been unsatisfied with his lot in life for some time. Seeing his friends settled had just crystallized those feeling for him.

He sighed and Peyton’s face fell.

“Sir? What’s wrong?” she asked.

 Authors 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.

Writer of sensual, sassy, sexy romances

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