It's that time for year...presents, festivities and mistletoe kisses. As we chillax how about a festive read...like this one?
Over to the my sexy blonde bombshell Doris O'Connor to tell you more....
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Thanks so much for having me
on your blog today with my Christmas Story, Bought for Christmas J
They call him The Beast…
Hunter Monahan uses his
scars as a shield to hold people at bay. That way no one can get too close and
see the vulnerable man underneath the cold exterior. That is until he wins Emilia in a card game, when her no
good for nothing brother puts his sister up for collateral.
Hunter knows that the woman
he used to bounce on his knee as a child is far too young and innocent to be
tied to a cynical, scarred bear shifter, but he made a promise to her mother to
look after her little girl. Besides his bear wants his mate, come what may, and
he has a score to settle.
Their contract ensures her
submission for the Christmas weekend, but Emilia’s instinctive responses work
their own brand of Christmas magic on Hunter.
He never celebrates it, but
this festive season all he wants under his tree is Emilia, preferably naked,
tied, and entirely at his mercy…
Blurb:
~Editors Pick~
I’m the beast, haven’t you heard….
Christmas is supposed to be a time for miracles and one will surely be needed
when Emilia Duncan finds herself sold to the beast to save her father’s company.
Having lusted after the much older, enigmatic man for as long as she can
remember, spending the Christmas weekend as his submissive will satisfy her
raging libido, but can she protect her heart?
Bear Shifter Hunter Monahan cannot stand idly by when Emilia is thrown to the
wolves. There is only one shifter who will get his claws into her and that’s
him. The contract ensures her submission for the weekend. Too bad his bear
wants much more than that.
Hunter is used to hiding behind his gruesome scars, but in the bid for Emilia’s
heart, that is not an option this time. Isolated in his cabin, it’s not
just the snow that melts.
Excerpt:
“I said you’re mine, kitten,” he
finally said, and Emilia’s heart leapt for joy. “You always will be, but I want
to see you happy. You don’t need to be settled with a cynical, scarred bear
shifter like me, especially as your father will never talk to you again, if you
do.” He put his hand up when she was going to interrupt him, and continued.
“No, let me finish. He is your
father, and I know you well enough to know that you love him and that good for
nothing brother of yours. Despite what you said to them when you left, you
could no more turn your back on them than you could stop breathing, and that’s
one of the many things about you that I…”
His bear growled, and Emilia forgot
to breathe at the struggle she sensed in him. She scooted closer and put her
hand on his tense thigh.
“You what, Sir? Please don’t clam
up on me now,” she said.
A grim smile kicked up the corner
of his mouth, and she leant in closer to kiss that spot. A growl erupted from
his chest, and before Emilia could blink she was on the floor with him towering
above her. Right now he didn’t look very much in control of his bear, and that
thought sent adrenaline coursing through her body.
Holding himself off of her with his
hands placed next to her head, and his arms locked, he ground his groin against
hers and the solid heat of his erect cock meant that Emilia’s hormones took
over. Moisture flooded her underwear, and her nipples tried to poke through the
soft fabric covering them. As comfortable as her jumper was the fabric chafed
against the sensitive peaks, and Emilia bit her lip to stop from whimpering her
need.
Hunter groaned and bending his head
claimed her mouth in an earth shattering kiss that left her breathless and so
needy she was going to scream if he didn’t do something other than kiss her.
He pulled away, and the heat in his
gaze sent her arousal into fever pitch. Emilia shifted her legs wider, and they
both groaned as he settled himself right between her legs.
“Fuck it, Emilia. I can’t do this
anymore. I want you too damn much.”
Hunter’s voice came out distorted,
and more of his bear showed as his muscles expanded and he grew bigger above
her.
“Then have me, all of me, please.”
Emilia gasped her reply, all too aware of the barely leashed aggression that
poured out of his very pores. It should send her running, yet it had the
opposite effect on her. Beads of perspiration slid into her eyes, clouding her
vision. Trapped as she was under his bulk, her clothes felt heavy and
restrictive, and Hunter seemed to burn hotter still, as he grew perfectly above
her. His nostrils flared and he inhaled roughly, as though he, too, had trouble
drawing air into his lungs. Emilia blinked to clear her vision, and she
couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his fangs. His incisors grew
longer, more menacing somehow in the orange glow from the fire, and she didn’t
dare breathe when he dipped his head and ran those lethal teeth along her neck.
“This is your last chance to cry
red, kitten. This time when I fuck you, I will claim you, body and soul.
You will be mine, to carry my mark, so that everyone will know who you belong
to. I want to cover you in my cum, bite you all over, and leave my marks on you
forever. Do you understand me?”
Emilia nodded, utterly unable to
get her voice to work, and Hunter threw his head back and roared. The
vibrations of that growl shook the very ground they lay on, and she locked her
ankles behind his ass to enable her to grind her hips against the solid bulge
in his jeans. So close. God, she was so close already, if only….
Hunter bucked and dislodged her,
until she lay winded, face down on the rug. Hunter yanked her jumper up and her
leggings down, and the first hard, stinging swat of his hand on her ass took
her breath away. Several more followed in quick succession, and then he lifted
her on her knees, and pushed her upper body back down into the rug. Her jumper
gave way with an audible rip, as he used his claws to get if off her.
“Do. Not. Move.” Every growled word
was accentuated by another swat to her ass. Heat spread across her skin, and
she jumped when he replaced his hands with his teeth, while pushing several
fingers into her wet pussy.
Emilia whimpered and mewled like
the kitten he called her, as he fucked her with his fingers, while marking her
body with his teeth just like he’d promised, until her skin was just a mass of
hot sensation. Up and down her spine into the hollow of her back, over her ass
and the insides of her thighs, until she didn’t know which part of her he
hadn’t reached.
Pinned in place by his clawed hand
on her shoulder, and his fingers buried deep inside her, keeping her teetering
on the edge of her release, she had nowhere to go.
Emilia whined when he withdrew his
fingers, and Hunter pushed his digits, slicked by her arousal, into her mouth,
and smacked her ass again. Emilia bit down, and the taste of her arousal mixed
with his blood, and Hunter grunted his approval.
“Fuck, yes. Do that again.”
His claws sliced through her
shoulder, while he dug his fingers deeper into her mouth and jaw. The pain just
added to her arousal until her whole body felt on fire. Teetering on the edge,
she screamed, as he ran his thick cock through her wet slit and then drove in
deep.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,
baby. You’re mine.”
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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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