Thursday, 14 March 2013

New Release - 14 March: Doris O'Connor


I feel privileged to have as my guest today Doris O'Connor. I was so pleased when she took up the invitation to visit and talk about her latest book, 'Mr Satisfaction Guaranteed'. This is a book that anyone who enjoys erotica can not pass by. Doris is a really talented author, believe me.

So Doris. Don't sit in the shadows girl, the limelight is yours! 

I can feel my head swelling with that intro lol. Ah well, you asked and now I'm a tellin.


Never say never…
That saying is clichéd to be sure, but it's also correct. I should know. You're looking at the writer who was never going to … gasp … write erotic stuff. Oh no. goodness me no, not me, no siree. Not so long ago, I fumbled and cringed my way through writing sex scenes. In fact I needed help writing my very first sex scene.
It was a bit dire, and awkward, and just not pretty.
However, there is another saying—Practice makes perfect.
When you're a panster like me, and you have these darn characters that just cannot keep their hands off each other, there comes a point where you just have to let go of your preconceived notions and go with the flow, or the rising body parts as the case may be.
*wink*
Once, I pulled up my big girl panties, and stopped resisting what my characters were telling me to do, a funny thing happened. My writing got hotter and hotter, and nowadays the sex scenes are my favourite scenes to write.
M/F, M/F/M, F/F/F, and F/F, not a problem, but I still could never see myself writing M/M. That silly word again—never.
My heroine Natasha had other ideas, however, and when she books the escort services of Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed, all sorts of deliciously naughty things start to happen. This is book two in this very naughty BDSM series.  You can pick the original Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed up for free here.

In this second installment we have some m/m action and some m/f/m play, spanking, bondage, and some public exhibition and inappropriate use of raspberries.
Have I got you intrigued yet?

Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed released March 13th with Evernight Publishing.




Blurb:

Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed, the card said – what a pretentious name for an escort.
Still, cancer survivor Natasha has to do something to reclaim her sexuality after her reconstructive surgery, and he comes highly recommended, by her mother no less.
When she meets the experienced Dom, he makes every submissive bone in her body sing, and wish for things that can never be. Or can they? Fantasy fulfillment is all well and good, but she is just another client.
As they test all of her boundaries, will their one night heal her, or break her?



Excerpt:          

"I want you to play, pet. Play, or safe word out. Those are your two options. I suggest you use them wisely."
The pressure on her shoulders increased, just enough to get slightly painful, and she took a deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to really. She ran her fingers over the keys, the movement so familiar, yet strange after all this time, and she shut her eyes.
Something haunting he'd said. How very fitting. Without any conscious thought on her part, her fingers flew, and she lost herself in the music. Tears gathered and dropped on her hands, yet still she played, her body swaying with the music. By the time the last few notes of Chopin's Nocturne in E minor had drifted off into the ether, she felt at peace. Natasha floated on the high that playing the piano had used to give her all the time, before her cancer treatment had blown up her fingers and made playing impossible. She acknowledged the thought, but caught in her bubble of happiness and achievement, it did not have the power to hurt her just then.
When she opened her eyes, it was to find SG watching her. Heat rose in her cheeks, and her cunt clamped when she realized what she was witnessing.
He was leaning against the piano, his legs spread wide, and Jonas was giving him head. She sucked in a breath and hastily pulled her eyes back up to SG's face. He smiled at her, and against her better judgment her gaze darted downwards. Jonas chose that moment to come up for air, and her clit clenched in need when she got her first proper view of SG's cock. Slick from Jonas's mouth it glistened and quivered. Jonas put one hand on SG's thigh and grasped the other man's heavy ball sac with the other. Jonas squeezed and then sucked one testicle into his mouth. SG's groan of pleasure made her breathing hitch. She shouldn’t be witnessing this moment, but she couldn't drag her gaze away either as Jonas ran his hand up and down SG's huge cock. Pre-cum leaked on his fingers, the scent of sex heavy in the air, and Natasha licked her lips. She could almost taste the spicy, salty essence in the air. SG groaned again, the sound so low and sexy, moisture trickled past her pussy lips and onto her thighs.
Who'd have thought that watching two men in action would be such a turn on, let alone that SG would actually give her that particular fantasy. She could feel his gaze on her face, on her breasts and lower, scorching her skin as though he was running his hands over her sweat slicked flesh.
"Touch yourself for me while you watch, pet. You know you want to. But do not come without my permission. "
Natasha balled her hands into fists, horrified to see them in her lap. She seemed to have spread her legs wide, too, giving SG, and Jonas for that matter, should he chose to look across, a perfect view of her wet cunt. She should have been mortified, but instead white hot arousal coursed through her veins. Her breathing grew heavy in tune with the men, and she ran her fingers through her wet slit. A moan escaped her lips, as the familiar tingles started. Circling her clit, she felt it swell under her fingertip, just as SG's cock swelled and pulsed. Jonas set to work in earnest, and SG grabbed the younger man's hair and started to fuck his mouth. Faster and harder they all worked together, to reach the pinnacle. Her fingers fell away as SG came with a roar of completion, and Jonas's throat worked overtime swallowing down his seed. She was so close, so goddamn close, but he hadn’t given her permission to come, and she couldn't push herself over that cliff without it, she just couldn't.
So she stopped, not daring to move, as the cool air on her swollen folds alone started the familiar tingles of bliss. She bit her lip, and dug her hands into the leather of the piano chair. Perspiration broke out all over her body, but somehow she staved off the impending orgasm.
By the time she had herself back under control, Jonas had finished licking SG clean. He pulled the younger man up by his hair and the rough kiss that followed between them had Natasha teetering on the brink again. 
Jonas was flushed and breathing so heavily his pants filled the still room when SG broke the kiss. The outline of his erect cock was clearly visible through his fitted trousers, and Jonas groaned when SG took him into a firm grip through the fabric.
"Want to help our boy out here, my pet? I think he deserves a treat, don't you? And as you've been such a good girl you deserve one, too. Jonas here does wonders with his tongue." He patted Jonas's head, and the young man colored and bowed his head in submission.
Natasha couldn't tear her eyes away from the outline of that erection, and SG chuckled. He released Jonas who immediately resumed his previous position on the floor. SG pulled Natasha to her feet so roughly that she would have stumbled, had he not picked her up and set her on the piano. The keys clanged as her feet settled on them. Natasha winced at the sound, before his mouth came down hard on hers and she forgot to think altogether. He tasted just as she imagined he would, raw, masculine, earthy, with just a hint of Jonas's scent still clinging to his firm lips. He shifted, and another set of hands spread her thighs wide, before an extremely skillful tongue delved into her channel, and she screamed into the kiss SG gave her.
He broke the kiss and smiled at her, the warm approval in his eyes her undoing.

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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 and haunting love stories guaranteed.

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 Many thanks for having me.

You know it's my pleasure, any time. I wish you the best of success with this book.

5 comments:

  1. oh I well remember that first sex scene. So glad you got over it :) this is brilliant... ( off to buy some raspberies)

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    1. Heh heh, yeah it was a bit dire, but even that one was two pages long *snort*

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  2. You write your erotic scenes very well. I'm so glad we have had the chance to meet as writers.

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    1. Thanks, Pablo. I'm glad we met too :-)

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  3. Congrats on the release, Doris!!

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