Friday, June 29, 2012

Spotlight-Operation:Enduring Santa by Tara Chevrestt

USAF fighter pilot Janet Kerrigan is not having a good Christmas. It's bad enough she is stationed in Balad Air Base, Iraq and away from her three-year-old son, but to make matters worse, she has to spend her Christmas day on Combat Air Patrol. 
A friend and fellow pilot tells her to make new Christmas memories, and much to Janet's surprise, she does, though not the kind of memories she expects. While flying her F-16 Fighting Falcon in the Iraqi skies, Janet is faced with a difficult choice: follow orders and have the glory or ruin her Air Force career to save Christmas for boys and girls everywhere.
“Medusa, Pancho, this is Base Command. We’ve got an unknown object showing up on radar, 116 nautical miles to the northeast. Be prepared to engage.”
Janet frowned. An unknown object, a bogey? Most of the Iraqi Air Force was destroyed at this point. She quickly glanced at her heads-up display and scanned her information. Altitude: 20,438 feet, air speed: 424 mph, compass: east, bogey: check. Janet’s breath caught at the sight of the tiny dot on her HUD. What the hell? Where did he come from? She watched the moving dot and felt her heartbeat spike. “Base, this is Medusa. Unknown object alert acknowledged and verified. Preparing to approach and engage target upon visual ID.” Switching frequencies, she attempted to reach her wingman. “Pancho, this is Medusa. You got the bogey?”
There was only static in reply. Janet frowned again before pressing her communication button. “Medusa calling Pancho. What’s your location?”
A few seconds passed before she heard a crackling response. “Medusa, this is Pancho. I’m eighteen nautical miles to the west of you. Having some difficulties.” Was that fear in her wingman’s voice?
“What kind of difficulties?” Janet kept one eye on the dot, and remembering her orders, prepared to approach the bogey. Nothing bogey-like was visible outside of her 360 degree cockpit yet. According to the HUD, the bogey was still 100 nautical miles away. She placed her right hand on her side-stick controller and pressed against it slightly. Janet applied pressure to the left rudder with her foot, commanding her flight control system, FLCS, to make the necessary manipulations to the aircraft. With her left hand, she controlled the engine throttle. The vibration of her Falcon increased with the speed. She felt a trickle of sweat near her eye under her visor. She was going after the bogey. 

Thursday, June 28, 2012

White Sands and a Giveaway

Thank you, W Lynn, for having me here on the release day of my new novel, White Sands! 
This is the second book in my series “the Cydonian Tales”, which started with Black Carnival in December 2011. 
These stories are set on a far planet called Cydonia, where you have a city just like Venice, an Erotic Carnival where all the kinkiest whims can be satisfied, and a mysterious race of desert dwellers, the Sand Riders. There are intrigues and complex politics, but also love, lust, and laughter. 
I hope you take the time to travel to this planet for a little while, and enjoy the trip!
Leave a comment below for a chance to win a free PDF copy of White Sands or Black Carnival, your choice!

Ivory Blake is back in NeuVenedig, the city of the erotic Black Carnival, and this time she is not a tourist. As she finally begins to make it as an artist and settle in the local way of life, she is also trying to find again the man she has fallen in love with during the last Carnival, Lune. 

Belonging to an artificial breed striving for independence from the stifling laws of the Galactic Union, his life is however in danger, as the leaders of the liberation party die mysteriously one by one. 
Romance is easier and more carefree with Lune’s young companion, Laz’law, another acquaintance from the Carnival, and as his two young lovers try to understand the secret of Lune’s life, love, danger and lust bring them all ever closer together.
I swallowed painfully. He bent his head forward. The water ran down his neck and back, steamy hot now, and the whole misty, watery body-scape changed and shifted. He moaned in pleasure, and then opened his eyes to look at me.
“Are you coming?” he asked.
“Nearly,” I said, very faintly.
He grinned and put a hand out towards me; I stepped in with him and into his arms.
A thrill of absolute bliss shook me all over when our skins came together, with nothing in between but the thin sheet of hot water. I opened my lips to kiss his neck, and water flowed from his skin into my mouth, salty at first, and then sweeter and sweeter, as the last sweat was washed from his body. As his arms closed around me and his hands ran wetly along my back, I moaned and went limp against his body, pressing my cheek on his chest and just absorbing the heat of his skin, his muscular closeness, his always surprising tenderness, until the water running down from his chin into my hair flowed into my face, and I had to move to breathe. I put my arms around his neck, and we kissed, water mingling on our lips. It was as if our skins were melting into each other. I held his shoulders and kneaded the taut muscles on his back. I caressed up to his neck and held his face between my palms, stroking the tiny scales on his temples with my thumbs, brushing carefully over the silver studs in his eyebrow.
I wanted to tell him you are so beautiful, but I guessed he would know that already.
“You are so beautiful,” I said anyway, because I could not keep it down. It just bubbled out of me between kisses.
He smiled and did not answer; he was too well aware of his looks to make demure noises, but not so arrogant as to preen and strut at the compliment. He just held me a bit tighter and kissed my neck, biting softly between kiss and kiss, sending a spike of hot desire into my belly. I moaned and rubbed my pelvis against his. His cock hung heavy between us, dark, utterly black now that it was wet, almost completely erect. He was too tall for me to rub my cleft on it, even when I stood on tip toe, lifting a knee up to wrap my leg around his side; he laughed softly and spread his legs wide to lower his crotch somewhat. His hands were on the small of my back, skimming on running water and shivering skin. I pressed my clitoris on his shaft, and it quivered and stiffened under my body. His teeth were almost hurting the flesh of my neck, but that was also good. I moaned again, rubbing my face on his wet shoulder and my nipples on his chest.
When his hand cupped one of my buttocks and squeezed hard and then pulled me even further up, almost lifting me from the floor, I held on to his shoulders and finally folded my other leg around his waist.
He held me up, easily enough. There are some advantages in being ridiculously small.
“If I slip now, we are toast,” he said, with an amused little grin.
“Don’t slip, then.” I spoke very softly into his ear, and then I pushed my tongue in it, which made him laugh and shiver. 
I licked the wet convoluted shell of his ear and laid tiny quiet kisses on it until he turned to lay my back against the tiled wall of the shower and pinned me there with his chest, kissing me hard while our bodies searched for each other. It was a bit of blind hide-and-seek down there, without hands, and we were both giggling by the time his glans nudged its way inside me. But when I finally sank into his arms, down along the length of his shaft, we both stopped laughing and sighed heavily at the same time. I squeezed my muscles around him, feeling his once familiar and now newly discovered girth inside me. He made a sound not unlike a little, soft roar which made me almost laugh again, and I held his waist tighter with my legs, amazed by how naturally we seemed to fit into each other. There was no other thought in my mind at all in that moment, just wonder at his indescribable perfection.
His pelvis was rocking me against the wall, softly at first and then faster, and all around me and inside me was slick wetness, and warm hardness. Our mouths met again in kiss after hungry kiss, as he thrust deeper and deeper in me as my body opened to his. Then his neck folded sideways, softly, as if he had gone suddenly wholly limp, his cheek went to rest on my arm where I held on to his shoulders, and a long low wail escaped his parted lips. 
I just looked into his face, taking in his abandon like a gift, while his hard member throbbed inside me, and yet another kind of wetness flowed between our joined bodies. 
When I kissed his open mouth softly he barely stirred, lost to the world for a long, long moment. I was amazed that he would still hold me up so steadily.
Afterwards, as we stood together, rubbing soap onto each other’s skins, we exchanged tiny kisses, lips on lips. I painted pale, soapy spirals around his nipples, then turned him around and rubbed his muscular back with slick hands, until he leaned face to the wall wholly relaxed, moaning happily. 
When he stood under the shower jet to rinse himself, lines of runny foam trailed white on the dark brown of his skin, emphasizing the lean volumes of his chest, belly and hips, the length of his haunches, following the lines of his thighs, and spiraling down along his calves like a creamy caress, like a stream of melting snow that touched his burning, luxuriant darkness for a fleeting moment, lovingly, and then was gone.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Monday, June 25, 2012

A Moment with Kassanna

I am so pleased to have Kassanna with me today. Be sure to read all the way through there is a giveaway and a delicious excerpt.

Tell the readers a little about yourself.
I'm married with children and live on the outskirts of a swamp. I see gators almost daily. They live in a retention pond outside of Walmart. I love opera. I'm really stretching here since I believe I'm a dull person with an over active imagination.

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?
I love to read. I have a voracious appetite for the written word. My favorite authors are Christine Feehan, Lora Leigh, Carolyn Jewel and Deliah Hunt

How do you stay motivated when the Muse is uncooperative?
I have discovered that my muse loves iced coffee with creme filled doughnuts. I spend quite a bit of time in the local bakery.
We've also had some very heated debates in my head. She usually wins.

If you could go anywhere in the world on a romantic getaway, what would you do and where would you go?
My own private island, with an e-reader chock full of my favorite books. A stash of my favorite wine. A fridge loaded guessed it. My favorite foods (Chinese or Italian- I'm not picky.) Then I would vegetate until my muse decided to work again.

What is the hardest thing for you to write?
Sex. Sometimes my characters can be freaks and I occasionally blush when they tell me what they want to do to each other. 

If you could live the life of one of your characters who would you be?
Henriette Chaisson, the heroine from The Keys to Victory. That chick is bad!

The tag line on my blog is ‘Indulge Your Inner Romantic.’ What do you do to indulge?
Bubble baths. I adore a good bubble bath.

My website
Visit my blog at
Out Now! The Keys to Victory. Passion In Print Press                    
Out Now! Sex Outta B Luscious. Decadent Publishing
Out Now! No Regrets - A Free Read - Evernight Publishing
Out Now! Keyboards & Kink. A Anthology - Evernight Publishing
Coming July! Tell Me, Touch me, Feel Me (Club Lexx 3) - Evernight Publishing
Coming Soon! A Pussy, A Pirate, and Poachers - Breathless Press

Tell Me, Touch Me, Feel Me (Club Lexx Book Three)
He’d have her by any means necessary, even if it meant overcoming her secrets and cutting off his family.

Luther Lexington didn’t question why his brother sent for him, but
knowing John, he was sure he had his reasons. What he didn’t expect
was to find a mocha beauty, in the guise of security personnel that
threw her fists first and asked questions later. From the moment she
laid him low, he wanted to get her lower, as in under him.

Tanya Babineaux did what she was supposed to do as a Club Lexx
security guard. Make trespassers leave by any means necessary. How was
she to know he was the owner's little brother? Now he corners her
every chance he gets, and she doesn't have time to play.

Tanya harbors a secret, and if Luther didn’t stop chasing her…in the
end she could lose it all. That is, of course, if his brothers don't
ruin everything first.
After making sure all the lights were on, she took a good look at Luther. He’d removed his shoes and was stretching in the middle of the ring. With his chest bared she saw every ripple his muscles made. Cream filled her panties. Right now he’s the enemy, idiot. Stop letting him distract you. Tanya berated herself while trotting back to the ring. She climbed up and stared at him for a moment before crawling under the ropes.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Why, you scared?”
“Of you? Phhhfffttt.” She blew a raspberry at him.
“So how do you want to do this?”
“Pin me. Two out of three wins.” 
“Remember you agreed to this so don’t get mad at me when I win.”
“Bring it on.” Tanya raised her and crooked her fingers. 
Luther didn’t hesitate. Grabbing her around the waist he went straight for her body. Scrambling, Tanya gripped his forearms while pushing back against his chest to loosen his hold then she dropped, slipping from his grasp. Tanya rolled between his legs and came up behind him. Kicking at the back of his knee he went down. Turning over before she could jump on his back he came up quickly to face her.
“I’m pretty sure that is an illegal move.” He limped back and forth.
“You didn’t say we were playing by rules. I’ll have to remember that.” Tanya wiped a hand down her face, hiding her smile. 
“No, rules aren’t necessary. Glad to know where we stand.” His eyes narrowed as he studied her. 
They circled each other a few circuits around the ring. He tackled her legs, taking her down. They hit the mat with a thump. Pulling one leg from his grasp she twisted her body and tried to crawl from beneath him. Luther let go of her other leg and wrapped his hands around her waist to pull her back. He fell down on her body. She lay under his body, breathing hard and listening to his breath saw in and out of his lungs. 
“You give?” His words came in short pants.
“Not even, you have to pin my shoulders.” Bucking, she got enough room between their bodies to slither free. He grabbed her ankle and flipped her, tugging her back toward him. Bringing her knees to her chest before he could fall on top of her, she heaved him up and off her. He didn’t move far, hustling to climb back on top of her. Tanya crab-walked to the side, eluded his grasp and rolled up onto her feet. Luther grabbed her shorts and pulled them down around her knees. Kicking her legs she shed her shorts and did a couple of hops to evade him. She looked down her body, and pursed her lips. Holding out her hand, she waited for him to throw her the clothing.
“No rules, remember?” Luther brought the crotch of her shorts to his nose. “Damn, you smell good.”
“Fuck you.” 
“We did that already but I’d love to do it again.” He swung the material on his index finger.
She made a grab for it and missed. He swung her around and pushed her against the ropes. Covering her with his body, Luther lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, hard. Her mouth opened under his assault. His tongue swept into her mouth, brushing pass her teeth, and tangled with hers. Her hands crept up his arms over his sweat-dampened skin and locked around his neck. He groaned into her mouth when her hands tousled his hair. 
Luther lifted his head, looked her in the eye and flipped her around. Kissing the back of her neck and down her spine he pushed her over the top rope, bending her at the waist. 
Slipping his fingers into the elastic of her panties, he tugged. The fabric gave way and his fingers dug into the soft cheek of her ass as he kept her from flipping over onto the floor below. 
“I want you,” he whispered as he dropped minute kisses along her shoulder blades.
“You can have me if you pin me.” She slipped out of his grasp, naked except for her bra. She stared at the length of his cock straining against his jeans. Meeting his stare, she arched a brow.
“I’m motivated, what can I say.” He shrugged.
Tanya couldn’t suppress the laughter that bubbled up from her chest. “Come and get me, big boy.” She braced her feet in anticipation of his next move.
Luther charged for her, reminding her of a bull on the run. She held her ground, waiting to the last possible second. When he was within range, she gripped his bicep, and jumped off her toes. Wheeling around, she threw herself across his body, dropping him where he stood. The mat shook under their combined weight. Her breast pressed flat on his chest, she took two deep breaths before rising and shifting to crouch over him. With her arms straight and hands pushed against his shoulders, she leaned forward.
Kassanna is giving away a copy of the book to one lucky commenter. So be sure to leave a comment with your email addy.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Riding in the Car with Boys

Today begins the first week of a lovely vacation or a test of patience and nerves. I don't often travel far from home, but this seems to be the year of getting out into the big bad world. So we're packing up the kids and heading on a ROAD TRIP!

Now with two teenagers in the car there won't be the proverbial, "Are we there yet?" But I ask, just because it's fun. I may write for a few hours, but laptop in the car gives me a crick in the neck. There will be plenty of time to catch up on my reading. Downloaded some new books, Kindle is fully charged, and I even have a few paper back books. I also have some knitting, because sometime I need a break from reading. It overstimulates the Muse, especially since I'll read a variety of stories in a short period of time.

Have you downloaded my free author app to your Android or IOS device. C'mon. Whatcha waitin' for? It's free! Every book has an excerpt, I think the first chapter of each book is there. Everything is in one place, so if you like the chapter you can purchase from Amazon, ARe, the publisher's website, or for a few titles Barnes & Noble.

Wanna keep in touch? Facebook, Twitter and even my blog are in one handy dandy location. I can even send messages. So keep an eye out. There will be a contest, using the app and if you wanna win, you gotta have the app.

Anyone remember the TV Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego? I'm thinking of playing a version of that. Where in the world is W. Lynn?

So stay tuned. Keep things breezy, and don't forget to Indulge Your Inner Romantic.

Friday, June 22, 2012

What a Texas Girl Wants

Hi, Lynn, thanks so much for hosting me on your blog today! I'm Kristina Knight, a debut author who is also a bit of a bookaholic. I've been devouring the written word for as long as I can remember, but I only started working on my own books about five years ago. It's been a crazy few months for me – I sold my first and then second books and I have two new projects that I'm really having fun with!
It's funny, I thought having a book published would leave me with a contented 'I've done it!' feeling. Instead it's been a crazy, fun and a little bit overwhelming ride. Because along with writing my character's stories now I have to blog and have a Social Media Profile (whatever that means!) and work through the editing process with my editor (who I really do love) and fill out things like cover art sheets and author information forms…and the list goes on.
I'm not complaining – not even a little bit – because the good far outweighs the overwhelming, but I've learned three things over the past few months that I'm hoping will help other first-time authors out there.
1.      Ask questions --- Questions really are your friend. Whether it's a question about the contract or about the editing process or if you think your cover is a little…off. It doesn't hurt to ask the question. Remember, your editor loves your book or she wouldn't have bought it. So if the cover feels off or if you're unsure about a clause in the contract or if something the copyeditor sends back doesn't look right, ask. Editors (publishers, too) want happy authors. So ask the questions. I was lucky, the edits on my book totally made sense and I loved my cover from the minute I saw it, but I did have a question about the contract and asking that question eased me mind. A lot.
2.      Make a schedule ---- I'm not a listy girl. I was once and then lists became lists with more lists and more lists and that was way too overwhelming so a lot of things didn't get done (like the laundry). But first time authors have a LOT on the plate. There is writing the second book, editing the first book, blogging/social media and the usual responsibilities like jobs and family. So make a schedule and stick with it. That schedule will keep you on track and ready to go so the days when you're at the computer for 8 straight hours you actually make some progress!
3.      Have fun with it!! --- I think I've used the word 'overwhelming' about 5 times in this short blog. But this is – and I hear will always be – an overwhelming process. Because gone are the days when authors had to simply write and go on about the day. Now we write and promote and write some more and answer questions and there is Facebook/Twitter and blogs to write and book signings to attend and conferences and … It's a lot. But there will only be one first, sold book. Only one. So savor those firsts – like the first cover, the first good review, the first email from your editor about your book. Take time to really enjoy the feeling, because it's an amazing, fun ride!
Blurb/Bio: Kathleen Witte is a down-to-earth girl. She has to be, with the family ranch on the verge of success. After seven months of keeping it all together by swearing off men, however, Kathleen needs a bit of fun in the sun. Waking up with a husband she can’t remember isn’t how she planned to blow off steam.
The last thing Jackson Taylor wants in his life is a down-to-earth girl. He has four weeks of freedom in which to find his birth mother. He’s done well avoiding commitment until now, so when he wakes up on a Mexican beach with Kathleen his first reaction is curiosity. When he spies the matching wedding rings on their left hands curiosity turns to concern.
Neither Jackson nor Kathleen want to stay married, but when her family shows up, they have no choice. Once back in Texas, however, can they keep this all-business marriage from turning into an all-consuming love?
Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with local police—no, she wasn't a troublemaker, she was a journalist. When the opportunity to focus a bit of energy on the stories in her head, she jumped at it. And she’s never looked back. Now she writes magazine articles by day and romance novels with spice by night. She lives on Lake Erie with her husband, three-year-old daughter, and twenty-year-old fur-kid. Happily ever after.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Her Unlikely Bodyguard

A stalker who wants revenge…a past flame rekindled…Jemma Leigh's summer just got interesting.
Jemma Leigh Harding has drawn the attention of an unknown stalker and returns to her hometown of Somerville, a safe haven—or so she thinks—on the east coast of Canada.
Theodore Garrity is the last person she expects to see, considering how easily he walked away from her after graduation to join the army.
Their past history involves secrets Jemma Leigh is hesitant to share. When it becomes clear the stalker has followed her home, Teddy becomes her unlikely bodyguard. Will the terror and past hurts separate them forever? Or will love blaze a fresh path for their future?

Jemma Leigh returned to her research and left the men in the kitchen. A short while later, she heard careful footfalls as Ted made his way up the stairs to join her. "You finished with guard duty for now?"
"Could be that I came up here to do some hands-on bodyguard work."
"Oooh, I'm liking the sound of that, Teddy Bear." She loved it when they bantered back and forth like this, sexual innuendos abounding.
"And I'm becoming addicted to your charms, Jemma Love."
"Addicted speaks of something you crave over and over again. I'm loving the sound of that. Well, let's see about putting a little of my charm to work, shall we?" she suggested as she rose and went to meet him where he stood just inside the door.
"This is madness," he said between hot, smothering, impassioned kisses. "We should have our ever-lovin' heads examined."
"Later. We have more pressing issues right now," she declared as she pressed herself against him, the ridge of his erection pushing into the soft, tender skin of her belly. Standing back out of the way, she could see his shaft straining the seams of his jeans as it grew hard and ready for her.
"Too many clothes," he announced as he danced her inside then closed and locked the door.
As the lock snicked into place, Jemma Leigh started to undo her blouse, but his hands stilled hers as he requested, "Let me."
Every button released meant the slightest touch of his fingers as they brushed against her skin. Oh, sweet torment! His hands glided sensuously over her upper body as he guided the blouse over her shoulders and down her arms, letting it tangle at the cuffs, effectively trapping her hands behind her as his gaze continued a slow, carnal investigation of its own. Bypassing her bra, he swept his hands over her curves to rest at the juncture of her thighs. He grabbed her mound through her jeans and rubbed, gently at first, then harder, and harder still, until she was twisting and moaning, grinding her pelvis against the pressure of his hand, seeking some relief from the erotic torture he'd created.
Suddenly, he withdrew his hand, causing her to whimper in protest at being denied such pleasant sensations. Then she felt his hands at her waist, undoing the fastenings of her jeans, sliding inside to caress her hips as he worked the fabric down over her curves, baring all except the brief patch of curls hiding her pussy from view.
Running a finger along the inside edge of her thong while the other hand teased the valley between her butt cheeks, he had her body humming at a fevered pitch. Then her eyes shot open as he left her standing there, semi-nude and bereft of his touch, but he'd only put enough space between them to rid himself of his clothes, watching her all the while with an intensity that caused his eyes to resemble rich, malted chocolate.
He stood proud and erect in all his manly glory, and she couldn't take her eyes off him as he strode to the bed, pulling back the covers before returning for her. He swept away the rest of her clothing as he kissed her senseless. Then he picked her up and cradled her in his arms to carry her across the room, laying her down gently before lowering his body to rest beside her.
"You know, this is only the second time we've made love in a bed," he stated as he lay on his side facing her, his head propped on one hand while the other rested leisurely at her waist.
"Yes, I'm well aware of that, so let's get on with it," she teased. Taking his hand and moving it to her breast, she thrilled to his touch as he rubbed and massaged first one, then the other. She delighted in his sudden gasp as she took him firmly in hand to stroke the solid length of him.

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love hearing from my readers! It’s important to know what works and doesn’t work for them as I continue to craft stories of love and mystery. You can find me at:!/lornelca

Thank you for having me here today, Lynn. It’s been fun.

One lucky commenter will receive a free download of Her Unlikely Bodyguard at the end of the blog tour. Winner to be announced on June 30th. So leave your comments and/or questions and I’ll do my best to answer. :)

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Hump Day Inspiration

Hello my lovelies. We meet again. Not much to report. I sent first round edits of Lust & Bound back to my editor. Working on a new submission, I'm almost at my word count. What else? Tonight Whispers Authors will be chatting in the Coffee Time Romance & More Live Chat Room.

I'm an app. Yes, I'm still talking about that. Being an app totally fascinates me. I can hand people a business card or tell them I'm an app. It's so cool.

So let's get down to business. What inspires me this week?

Here's one photo.

And another.

I thinks that's sufficient inspiration, don't you?

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic!

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Book Spotlight-City of the Gods: The Descendant

700 A.D. Teotihuacan, Mexico – The High Priest believed himself to be as powerful as the Gods and set a plague on the city as a demonstration of his power. The Gods took pity on the few remaining survivors and granted each immortality and an extraordinary ability. Three of these survivors were given a mission of great importance: train the lone human descendant of their civilization to stop the evil priest from damning the rest of humanity.

2012 A.D. San Diego, California – The time has come to make Katalina Deckard aware of her destiny. Her life has been a constant struggle since the loss of her parents when she was young, but has it prepared her to save the world? Can her friends, who have survived so long ,convince her she has what it takes to accept the mantle of Redeemer?
I am an author signed on with Ruby Lioness Press. I am beyond excited that my urban fantasy novel, City of the Gods: The Descendant, has finally found a home.
I play many roles in life, as we all do. I am a wife to a supportive husband, a mother to three young rascals, and an administrative assistant during the week just to name a few. Now I will finally get to add published author to my list.
I started writing poetry in high school. I enjoy poetry and still write a poem whenever inspiration hits me. I love to read, especially paranormal romances and urban fantasies. The love of reading spawned the urge to try writing a novel of my own.
One of my favorite parts of writing a book is creating the characters. I immerse myself into their lives. I laugh when they laugh and cry when they cry. I cheer them on in their triumphs and encourage them in their struggles. 
I have also come to enjoy writing fight scenes. Don’t laugh, but my husband (the wonderful man that he is) will act them out with me so I know exactly how I need to show it to the audience. Call us crazy if you want but it is really fun to act out a scene using a broom handle as a spear and a foam baseball bat as an axe. 
I hope you enjoy City of the Gods: The Descendant. I am working on the follow up book now. I love to hear from other authors and readers. You can find me on Facebook at, on Twitter at, or check out my awesome new website at

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.  
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