Monday, June 18, 2012

A Moment with Doris O'Connor

Tell the readers a little about yourself.
Well, I'm at stay at home mum to a brood of nine, ranging in age from 21 years down to 10 months. Hubby and I have been married for 23 years, and we live in the UK. When I'm not tackling mountains of laundry, or sorting out endless siblings squabbles, or act as chauffeur and walking cash machine to the teens, I write. Writing is me time and I love to lose myself in my character's world and help them find that special someone to have their happy ever after with
I write both contemporary and paranormal erotic romance and Erotica.
As an author, do you take time to read? If so, what do you like to read and who is/are your favorite author/s?
Oh yes, I've been a voracious reader ever since I learnt how to read. I always have a book on the go. And it has got to be a romance, specifically erotic romance, the hotter the better. Throw in some BDSM and I am a very happy bunny. As for authors I discover new ones all the time. Julia Devlin is one such author I've just discovered. Firm favs are Cherise Sinclair, Lora Leigh, and Bianca Sommerland to name but a few.
How do you stay motivated when the Muse is uncooperative?
I read, immerse myself in my family and just take a step back. It never fails. After a few days away my muse is usually itching to get stuck back in.
If you could go anywhere in the world on a romantic getaway, what would you do and where would you go?
Oh, hubby and I on a private island somewhere, white beaches, lots of privacy…you get the idea I'm sure ;-)
What is the hardest thing for you to write?
Hmm, you've got me thinking here. It depends on the story really. Generally speaking I find violence difficult to write. And the really emotional parts. I sob like a baby through them, much to hubby's amusement.
If you could live the life of one of your characters who would you be?
Oh, tough question. I'd probably go for Kitty in Too Hot To Handle. She is one of my favorite heroines. Feisty, strong, with a heart of gold, and of course she has the delectable Alex. 
The tag line on my blog is ‘Indulge Your Inner Romantic.’ What do you do to indulge?
Far too much chocolate on a far too regular basis, lol. And looooooong soaks in the bath with a good book.
What do you like to write about the most? The least?
I love getting them to their happy ever after. After everything I throw at them, and I do like to torture my characters, when it all comes together, yeah that's magic. All my stories contain a lot of sex, a heck of a lot of it in fact, lol, and I love writing those scenes, but the most important part will always be the love story. Sex for the sake of it, nope that's not in my stories. 
I'd like to leave you with a little excerpt from my latest release The Last Of His Kind. 
What do you do when you stumble upon a naked, injured Adonis on your morning jog?  You take him home and nurse him back to health of course. If that involves the hottest sex a girl ever had, then so much the better, right?
Penelope Jefferson has returned to her childhood vacation spot at Loch Ness for peace, solitude, and inspiration. When she stumbles upon Doric she is floored by her body's instantaneous reaction to the clit clenching stranger who washed up from the Loch. 
Doric is the last of his kind. Cursed into the Loch by a witches spell he needs acceptance from the very species he detests. When his little human is abducted after their night of bliss, will it spell the end for them both, or will they get to live the fairy tale?
"Well, for starters I haven't got any clothes." He chuckled at her sharp intake of breath, when he dropped the material he'd used to cover his arousal. "Of course if you don't mind, then let's go."
"Err, do you mind? Let me find you something better to cover up with. You'll do someone an injury with…with that."
She wrenched her eyes up to his face, only for her gaze to stray back down to his hardening cock. Her breathing grew shallow, and the scent of her arousal in the air made his mind up. He would deal with the aftermath in the morning. He needed to heal, and he had the perfect means to achieve that standing in front of him. It had been way too long. He just hoped he could control his true self.
Oh the man was infuriating and arousing in equal measures. She once again wrenched her eyes away from that huge cock, suddenly all too aware how isolated the cottage was. No one would hear her screams, should he choose to attack her. The mere thought had her heart miss a beat, before it turned into a jackhammer, even as the barely functioning rational side of her brain told her not to be so stupid. She was hardly God's gift to men. He seemed perfectly able to control himself, and everyone knew men's cocks had a mind of their own. It didn't mean he would rip her clothes off. She'd never evoked that kind of passion in a man before. She had no boobs to speak of, her hips were too wide, her legs too skinny, and the damn glasses, well, they spelled librarian, not sex goddess, as her ex-fiancé had accused her of acting like all too frequently.
"Has anyone ever told you, you think too much?" His deep voice shook her out of her musings, and his hot breath fogged up her glasses. When had he gotten so close? The tip of his now fully erect cock left a wet stain along her tummy, and Penelope took an involuntary step back. The smile on his face could only be described as predatory, as he matched her step by step until her back hit the wall. She swallowed nervously when he took her glasses off her nose, and pulled the hairband out of her hair. His large hand massaged the back of her neck, and he caged her against the wall until she couldn't move. Heat suffused her being as his natural scent surrounded her, and his body heat seeped into her very bones. He towered over her, and panic set in for one minute, before the sharp yank of her hair brought tears to her eyes and forced her head up to look at him.
"I asked you a question, ceannbeag." The softly spoken words held an edge of steel she found unable to resist. Her pussy clenched, and her nipples tightened; and she bit back a moan as he yanked her hair again, just hard enough to hurt, just hard enough for her to soak her panties. A flash of triumph in the depths of his rapidly darkening golden eyes preceded his knowing smile. He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she licked her lips, willing him to close the distance and kiss her. She tried to get her hands up to pull him down for that kiss she so desperately craved, but he had her pinned so effectively, she couldn't move.
He shook his head at her ineffective attempts.
 "Well? Would you like me to stop those thoughts I see swirling in your eyes? But I warn you." He pulled back slightly, and Penelope drew a shuddering breath into her lungs. "Thinking will not be allowed, and I expect complete obedience. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Did she? Did she ever! Was this man even real, or was she still asleep and this was all a dream? Who looked like that and washed up on her shore naked, and injured, and still able to turn her insides into a quivering mass of need just by the way he looked at her? He watched her now out of hooded eyes with an unwavering gaze that raised goose-bumps on her flesh. Instantly his warm hands rubbed up and down her exposed arms, and a shiver of a different kind went down her spine. His nostrils flared, and the grip on her arms grew painful.
"If you want me to leave, you have to tell me now." His voice had dropped an octave, his accent thicker than before. "If you want me to stay, and I sure as fuck hope you do, then know that you're mine to do with as I see fit. I will use your body until you scream your surrender and my cock has filled you every which way you can think of and some you couldn't even imagine."
Oh good God. I'm doomed. If this is a dream then I really must eat more cheese to make sure I have more of them.
"Do I get a safe word?" She barely heard her own whisper over the roaring in her ears. Her heart beat so fast she felt faint and had his body not been holding her up, she would have simply sunk to the floor in a puddle of her own arousal. Never, ever had she been this turned on, and he'd barely touched her.
"Pick one."
Thanks again for having me here today.  
Doric tells me he is feeling generous, and he is offering one lucky commenter the chance to take him home for free, so do leave a comment!
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W. Lynn Chantale said...

Hi Doris! Welcome enjoy the buffet and open bar, Chef and Tyrell are at your service.

And I can't wait to read this fairytale. The cover is simply gorgeous.

Doris O'connor said...

*munches happily*

Thanks, Lynn :-)

Jorja Lovett said...

How come I didn't find Doric when I visited Loch Ness? No fair! Lol Great stuff as always Doris x

Yazmin Subha said...

Hmmm good book and hot missed make scrubbing your back!

Great book D!