ON HER TERMS by Doris O’Connor @mamaD8 @evernightpub

 Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my new release On Her Terms. Like the first book in this series, The Job, On Her Terms started as a tease on my blog. This one, to be precise.

 I didn’t get to write the story straightaway because other projects intervened, but when Jamie and Nicole decided it was their turn… Well, my fingers flew.

 I loved writing their story which brought with it many twists and turns that I certainly didn’t see coming. Let’s just say all is not as it seems, but then it never is with the Premiere Companions. I hope readers will enjoy these two. Hold on for the ride, because sparks fly and yeah… The story might be a tad hot.

 What’s that you say? I write a hot story? Shocking I know.

 *sniggers*

I blame my muse. I’m sweet and innocent really… Stop laughing in that corner!

 

Blurb:

She’ll be no man’s property…
Faced with the prospect of marriage, to a man she’s never even met, Nicoletta Cabrizi’s temper gets the better of her. How dare her father use her virginity as a bargaining chip to seal a business deal? A girl’s first time should be special, and who better to give her an unforgettable night than an experienced Dom provided by Premiere Companions. 

A perfect solution…

The reality, however, takes her breath away. The enigmatic Jamie pulls Nicole into a maelstrom of sensation and pleasure, which steals her heart, and soul, and leaves her doubting her previous decisions.

Jamie is beyond furious at this whole, farcical arrangement, especially when
Nicoletta turns out be far from the spoiled princess he was expecting to meet. Her open vulnerability and deep need to submit brings out his protective instincts. Come what may, Nicoletta will be his.

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys

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Excerpt:

Jamie always enjoyed this process of getting to know what made a woman tick in bed, never more so than when that woman tapped into her submissive streak for the first time. Most needed far more encouragement than his girl had needed. Whether that was simply due to the unusual circumstances they found themselves in or whether she, too, felt the force of their connection, who could say.

From the minute he’d seen her shred the paper napkins, her nervousness pouring off her in waves, she’d thrown his preconceived notions about her out of the window. It wasn’t just the fact that she was ten times more beautiful in person either. Jamie was used to beautiful women, appreciated women in all their forms and guises, but there was something about Nicoletta Cabrizi that had him utterly hooked. Now with her writhing underneath him, her sweet musk in his nostrils and coating his tongue as he licked up the juices spilling past the elastic of the sodden piece of lace barely covering her modesty … now, he stopped analyzing and simply gave himself over to the moment. He knew the moment she was about to explode, because her thighs tightened involuntary around his head, and her hips bucked as she ground her pussy against his face, coming all over it in the process.

The incomprehensible sounds spilling from her mouth made him grin around his mouthful of hugely engorged virgin clit, and Jamie kept up the suckling of that little bundle of nerves, until the last of her aftershocks abated and her thighs went slack. Only then did he sit back and allowed himself to slowly peel her ruined thong away from her moist flesh.

Jamie sucked in a sharp breath as her sweet cunt came into view. Beautifully bare of any hair, it begged to be claimed, and his cock jerked at the thought as her puffed up pussy lips came into view. She jumped when he parted her outer labia with his fingers, and ran his fingertips through her inner lips.

“Easy there, my sweet. You’re so fucking wet for me. I can’t wait to claim your virgin hole. All of them for that matter. Will you let me do that, bellissima?

A groan came from his girl at his words, and her pussy hole quivered and clenched, expelling more of her essence, in which he coated his fingers and brought them right up to her other hole, while he pushed a thumb into her pussy.

A gasp and a tightening of her internal muscles was his answer this time, and when he looked up her body it was beyond satisfying to see the all-over body flush decorating her fair skin. Her unfettered breasts, reddened by his stubble, carried the marks of his teeth, and her nipples stood proudly to attention. Such a glorious, fucking canvas for him to work with.

He swore to himself there and then that he would mark every inch of her skin, so that when she left here in the morning to resume her life as Don Cabrizi’s daughter, she would remember who her Sir was.

Foolish thoughts, perhaps, he had no right to be possessive, after all, but there it was. He wasn’t going to overanalyze this now, just go with his gut and let the chips fall where they may. He’d always known that any dealings with this woman would be dangerous to him, so the urgent need to make her his didn’t really come as a huge surprise to him.

“I asked you a question, my love, I would appreciate an answer.”

Inwardly he grimaced at the endearment he didn’t seem capable of not making. Love had nothing to do with this. It was or should have been a mere business transaction, dammit.

“What? Yes, please … whatever. I’m yours, Sir.”

Her halting, panted reply stopped him from pursuing that thought, and he gently thrust his thumb in and out of her pussy, making her groan while he pushed the index finger of his other hand through the tight ring of muscle guarding her ass.

Those muscles flexed around the digit, and when he bent his head to lick across her clit, Nicoletta groaned deep in her throat.

“There, you are, come for me again, my sweet.”

He kept up the gentle licks around and over her clit while he thrust his digits in and out of both her holes. The heavy odor of sex surrounded them. His balls drew tight, and his cock leaked copious amounts of pre-cum, while the wet sounds his fingers made added an auditory stimuli all of their own.

“I can’t … too much … oh God…”

Her words drifted off into incomprehensible moans and sighs, which were music to his ears.

“Oh yes, you can and you will. Come for your Sir, bellissima.”

******

To celebrate the release of On Her Terms, The Job (book 1)
is just 99 cents for a limited time at Evernight
and Amazon.

 

Perfect time to grab your copy and see how this series
started  🙂

 *****

 

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, Time Travel, 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.
Stalk her in these places…         
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FINALLY HIS by Doris O’Connor @mamaD8 @evernightpub

Thanks so much for having me on your blog with my new release
Finally His, my May to December, Rubenesque, BDSM Office romance. This story
started as a Friday Flash on my blog, and was one of those flashes that
demanded to be written. You can find the original flash here.

I had such fun writing Richard and Jolie’s story, and I hope readers will
love these two as much as I do.

Blurb:
 
A nice hot, forbidden fling with
her boss…what can possibly go wrong?Jolie Pierson has lusted after her hot as hades boss forever, so when he
finally takes notice of her, she can’t help but melt at his dominance. Besides,
it would be rude to not give him a present on his birthday.

Richard Tomlin never dates the women at his office. However, when he realizes
the sinfully curvy red head he’s been struggling to keep his hands off for ages
is submissive…the gloves are off. This woman makes him forget all the rules and
brings out his primitive instincts—to take, to devour, to mark her as his until
everyone knows she belongs to him.

Jolie was ready to accept just one
night of hot kinky sex, but when Richard pulls the boss card the very next
morning, everything changes—she’s finally his.

**Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking, rimming**

18 +Excerpt:
 
“I’m going to unlock the door and go into the kitchen to grab some things that I need. While I do that, I want you to make your way upstairs and wait for me in my bedroom. First door on your left when you get to the landing. Present for me in the middle of the room. Do not take anything off.” He surprised her by that missive, he could tell because she briefly looked up him. “I want to be the one to undress you, little one.”
 
“Oh.”
Her breathy whisper of a reply made him groan, and he yanked the door open to
get out of his car. The cool night air hit his face, and Richard closed his eyes and took several deep breaths to get in the right head space for this, and to most importantly get his raging libido under control. Otherwise he would pounce on her like a madman the minute he got her through that front door. While a quick hard fuck against his front door held a certain appeal, he wanted to take his time with her. To show her how good they could be together and to leave her utterly scrambled and begging him to come. Only then would he seek his own release.
 
Mind made up he strode to the door, the click clack of her heels on the stones of his driveway a reassuring affirmation that she was following him. Having opened the door, and disabled the alarm, he switched on the lights and gestured up the stairs.
 
“Up you go, nice and slow and swing those hips for me as you climb the stairs.”
 
“Yes, Sir.”
 
Jolie dropped her gaze to the floor and proceeded to take the steps one at a time.
 
“Slower than that, girl. Pull your skirt higher, so that I can see the pussy I will be claiming soon.”
 
Jolie complied with trembling hands, and his throat went dry as her gorgeous, ample thighs came into view. Skin liberally sprinkled with freckles called him to taste, to touch, and he stepped up after her halting her slow movement upstairs.
 
“Bend over and get on your knees. Spread your thighs wide for me.” It was sweet torture to see her comply, and when her satin and lace covered cunt came into view, Richard stroked his heavy erection through his trousers.
 
“Wider, girl, that’s it.”
 
The pink crotch of her pretty, lacy knickers was much darker than the surrounding fabric, and he murmured his approval when she slid the dress further up her hips to pool around her waist. Putting his hands on the indent on her waist, he skimmed them lower, over the flare of her hips, until he reached the juncture of her thighs.
 
“I love your curves, little one. So much supple flesh to hold, squeeze, and mark as mine.”
 
Jolie whimpered her need, when he inhaled against her wet crotch, and nudged the hard little bundle at the top of her slit through the fabric with his nose.
 
“Oh, please.” Her breathless plea made him repeat that move time and time again, until her thighs trembled, and she pushed back against him.
 
“So responsive and wet for your Sir. Tell, me, my sweet, I could fuck you right here on the stairs, couldn’t I?”
 
“God, yes, please, Sir.”
 
She moaned her disappointment when he withdrew, and Richard chuckled into the soft skin of her inner thigh. He licked a path up to one fleshy ass cheek, only half covered by the satin of her underwear, and bit down hard.
 
A cock hardening groan came from his girl when he licked that sting away, and his dick jerked in his trousers, seeing the half-moon bite left behind on her fair skin. The scent of her sweet musk increased tenfold, and it was beyond satisfying to realize that this was as big a turn-on for her as it was for him.
He retraced the wet path his tongue had left behind, and then licked up her other butt cheek. Her whole body jerked when he bit down on that side too, and then grasped the underwear and bunched it up until it dug into her slit. Her puffy lips, separated by the twisted line of material, were the biggest turn-on yet, and Jolie groaned when he rubbed the fabric back and forth.
 
“Oh, God, please, Sir. I need to come.”
 
Richard slapped one ass cheek and stepped up the movement between her thighs. It was beyond satisfying to see the flesh wobble and redden under his hands, so he did it again, until his girl was a panting, quivering mess in front of him. Her inner thighs were wet with her arousal, and she clamped her legs around his head, when he licked that sweet musk away. One sharp twist and flick of his wrist meant the delicate fabric of her knickers gave way, and Jolie gasped, and relaxed her viselike grip on his head.
 
Richard smacked her ass one last time and ran his fingers through her wet puffy labia, which caused her to shudder anew. Her pussy hole clenched in rhythmic moves, telling him how close she was to release, one he had no wish to give her yet. Every clench expelled more of her juices, and he groaned under his breath when he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean.
 
Sweet, with a slightly salty taste, his girl tasted divine. He grinned at her when he caught her watching him from under hooded lids. With her body shivering and covered in the fine sheen of arousal, her dress bunched around her waist, and the mass of her red hair spread over his stairs, she looked good enough to eat. A woman on the edge. It wouldn’t take much for her to go over, but he also instinctively knew that she wouldn’t allow herself to do without his say-so, as confirmed by her next breathy words.
 
“Please, Sir, may I come?”
*****
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, Time Travel, 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.
 
Stalk her in these places:

HIS TO PUNISH by Doris O’Connor @mamaD8 @evernightpub

 

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my new release His to Punish, book
two of my dark romance series The Cleaners. This is the story of Ren’s second in command Ty Mason. Ever since I wrote Book one in the series, His Prize, I’ve been itching to tell Ty’s story.
 
Ty seemed much softer than Ren, when we first get to know him, and to an extent that is
certainly true. Ty though, like all of the cleaners to be fair, has many layers. He’s just as deadly as Ren; ruthlessly protective of those he cares about and deeply loyal.
 
I had great fun unravelling the truth behind who is Ty Mason, and there were a few surprises
in store, I tell you. Subsequently this story is much longer than the first book in this series. It has many twists and turns as my too-feisty-for-her-own-good heroine goes looking for revenge… Which places Ty in somewhat of a dilemma.
 
Ren is like a brother to him, and he will do anything to protect his family, but what is he
to do when the one woman who gets under his skin seems determined to threaten
that family.
Well, you’ll have to read the book to find out what happens, I’m afraid. 🙂
 
 
 
Blurb:
 
Revenge or love…either choice will sacrifice her freedom. 
 
Dance teacher Jeanette MacArthur has one thing on her
mind when she auditions for a job at La Masquerade—revenge. She
couldn’t protect her sister from the criminals she now seeks employment with,
but she can ensure that justice prevails. 
 
If only her body wouldn’t melt at the touch of one of
them. Ty Mason, second-hand man of the Cleaners, oozes dominance, aggression,
and danger. He stands for everything she ought to despise, yet this unwanted
attraction threatens to ruin her. 
 
Ty can’t take his eyes off the new dancer, not least
because he senses the threat she represents. Only one thing for it—claim her
for his own, and torture the secrets out of her—if need be. 
Her unwilling submission, however, means he discovers
more than her secrets. His heart and their future are on the line.
 
Be Warned: BDSM, forced
seduction, rimming, spanking, sex toys
 
 

18 + Excerpt:

 
Ty’s hands went to his belt, and she jumped when he spoke again.
 
“I said strip, girl, now.”
 
Jeanette complied with shaking hands, and another one of these deep, dark growls rumbled from Ty’s
chest, when she stood before him naked. Try as she might she couldn’t bring herself to look at him, had to fight the insane urge to sink to her knees, in fact. Lord only knew what was happening to her. She was losing the plot, because she could swear she could feel Ty’s intense gaze like a physical touch, as he ran it over her naked body.
 
She jumped again when he cracked the belt through the air like a whip, the resulting snap far too loud
in the quiet room. He stepped around her, running one finger along her skin. From the tip of her nose, around her mouth, down her neck, and along her collarbone into the valley between her breasts, he continued the silent exploration, the contrast of his much paler flesh next to hers a heady aphrodisiac indeed. When he cupped one of her breasts in his hand and lifting it, bent his head to suck her hard nipple into his mouth, Jeanette couldn’t stop her whimper of need. Unbidden her hands tangled in his hair, to keep him there, as every hard suck made her pussy quiver in need. She could smell her
own arousal in the air, as her juices slowly trickled down the inside of her thighs.
 
Ty bit down hard on the breast in his mouth, and the sharp pain of his bite made Jeanette cry out. Not
in pain exactly, because she was far too turned on and already teetering on the edge of an orgasm.
 
“Please…”
 
Ty soothed the leftover ache from his bite by licking it, before he abruptly withdrew.
 
“I haven’t given you permission to touch me, girl.” He reached up to grasp her wrist, and Jeanette immediately let go of his hair. She caught a glimpse of his stern expression before he swung her around.
 
“Face the wall, and spread your legs, girl.”
 
It didn’t even occur to her to disobey, and when he joined her moments later his clean male musk enveloped her.  He crowded her against that wall, the coolness of it against her skin a direct contrast against the heated male body pressing against her from behind. The feel of his chest hair against her
back made her hyperaware of his harsh breathing. She closed her eyes against her shame, when he reached around and between her legs. There was nowhere to hide now, as confirmed by his next words.
 
“So fucking wet for me. You’re mine now, girl.”
 
A bite to her shoulder followed that possessive claim, and Jeanette cried out in surprise when he
shoved two fingers into her pussy at the same time. Wet as she was they slid right in, and her internal muscles clamped down on the invaders. Ty thrust those digits in and out of her channel and adding another one, finger-fucked her with merciless precision. His cock was a hard, solid ridge against her hip,
and he groaned into her neck again, when she spread her legs wider for him.
 
“Yeah, that’s it, baby, your body knows who you belong to, doesn’t it?”
 
Jeanette tried to respond, but nothing but a keening sound came out, because Ty curled his fingers to
massage her G-spot. Pleasure surged through her hard and fast, and her hips took on a life of their own as she rocked herself against his hand, desperate to gain the friction she needed to her clit to get over.
 
Before she could get there, however, Ty withdrew his fingers, and slapped her ass hard. Jeanette moaned her denial and shoved her ass back into him in a silent bid for him to continue, but she should have known that was a useless exercise.
 
“No, your orgasms belong to me now, and you will not come without my permission.
 
One hand fisted in her hair, he pulled her away from the wall and marched her across to the cross.
Jeanette’s heart missed a few beats, and then turned into a jackhammer when she
caught side of their reflection in the mirror on the wall.
 
She looked like she felt, a woman on the edge. Her eyes were too wide, her mouth, still swollen from his
earlier kisses slightly open, her breasts swaying from side to side, and shaking with every harsh breath she managed to draw into her lungs, as he half dragged her along. Her skin already showed the marks of his possession, his bite marks clearly visible, and she groaned when his arm came round her waist,
and he kicked her legs apart. It meant her swollen most intimate parts were clearly visible. 
Jeanette ought to be ashamed at how wet she was, at the needy sounds that immediately spilled from her lips, when Ty yanked her head back further, and rubbed his jaw along her neck. His breath singed her skin, and their gazes locked. His dark eyes flashed with dangerous intent, and Jeanette’s internal muscles clenched in response, sending more moisture to her swollen lips.  Ty smiled when he noticed, and his
voice dropped even further, sending yet more shivers of dread, or was it anticipation, down her spine Her clit quivered, the usually tiny bud clearly visible at the top of her hood.
 
 “Take a good look, titch. Your body doesn’t lie. You want this, need it, even, and I’m just the man to give you what you need. All you have to do is ask.”
 

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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, Time Travel, 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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her in these places:

       
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