Hello Doris! Thank you so much for visiting Written
Butterfly with me today! What a gorgeous
cover for your new release.
Thanks so much for having me
here, today, and I know. Sour Cherry Designs so nailed this cover! J
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
It’s funny you should phrase it
like that because I literally woke up one morning with the story in my head. In
fact this is the first truly erotic story I ever wrote, and I got the idea in
response to a submission call for an Anthology. With my tongue firmly stuck in
the side of my mouth I wrote the story in a week, and sent it off. I then
jumped for joy when it was accepted, and even more when the publisher said they
were going to publish it its own.
Fast forward a few years and I
asked for my rights back, because this story kept niggling at me. I felt I
hadn’t done it justice, and so I rewrote it, added quite a few K and this is
the final article.
I need peace and quiet to get in
the right frame of mind, so I switch off the telly, shut my door and stay off
Facebook, and my fingers fly. Of course, once I’m truly in a story, and the
characters are nagging me, I can write almost anywhere. I’m completely character driven, so when they
talk, I write. Fortunately they are usually pretty insistent to have their
stories told.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I have another release coming up
on September 24th with Evernight Publishing. The Bear Treatment is book 4 in my
Projects series.
Here’s the blurb:
There’s nothing quite like being
dumped by another good for nothing boyfriend to focus a girl’s mind. Fun has
been missing from Louisa’s life for far too long, and a bit of wax play at the
spa with a difference is just what she needs to take her mind off her birthday.
What can possibly go wrong? It’s
not as though the man she’s been secretly lusting after for years would turn up
and see her in all of her wobbly bits glory, or give her one mind blowing
orgasm after the other, is it?
That would mean she is getting
the bear treatment. You know the one—ends up with being mated to one
droolworthy, dominant, bear shifter—and ticks off the council no end.
One thing’s for certain. After
this birthday nothing will be the same again.
My Muse was on a bit of a Bear Shifter voyage at
the time, because my next release with Siren Bookstrand Publishing is October
21st, and the start of a new Paranormal series, called The
Protectors.
Here is the blurb for Her Bear
Protector:
From the minute Ronan Bernhard
roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her
thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and
her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile.
Ronan, however, keeps his
distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the
morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned
upside down.
Bear Shifter Ronan recognizes
his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch
over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the
question.
As the village protector he has
responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave
danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker
desires.
The morning she finds him
injured, his bear takes over…
I have just received the
contract from Siren for book 4 of my Spectrum Auctions series, and Auctioned to
the Spanish Dom is scheduled for release in November/December, and my current
WIP is a BDSM M/F/M ménage involving two brothers in love with the same girl.
They’re not seeing eye to eye at the moment, but they’re going to have to learn
to share, lol.
I also have the next story in
this, Services to Sisterhood series brewing. I have a heroine in need of a
pirate capture adventure, which ought to prove great fun to write.
As you might have guessed, there
aren’t enough hours in the day for all the stories clambering for my attention.
Blurb:
Services to Sisterhood, 1
Loosen up and awake
your inner Sex Goddess...call it services to sisterhood.
The mere thought of an all-expenses paid trip
to a tropical island of sexual abandonment makes straight-laced school teacher
Astrid break out in a heat rash. What fantasy is she supposed to live out,
exactly? You kinda need to have them to re-enact them, right? However, she
can’t really turn down a birthday present, even if her outrageous best friend
would let her.
Everything changes when she wakes up in her
very own Arabian Fantasy. Prince Rashid expects her complete obedience, and
Astrid can’t help but respond to the demands of the enigmatic Sheikh. Maybe
it’s just the ambiance of this place but Astrid finds new strength in her submission,
and the sex is out of this world.
What happens, however, when reality beckons?
Can she hold onto the fantasy?
Be Warned: BDSM, f/f interaction,
anal play, rimming, spanking
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Excerpt:
“Naughty girls need to be
punished.”
Punished? What
on earth did he mean? Before she could question him he spun her around in his
arms. One hand pinched her nipple hard. The pain was more arousing than she
would have thought possible, and his other hand fisted in her hair and yanked
her head up. He pinched her again, harder this time. The desire she saw in his
dark eyes as he assessed her reaction made the pain spiral down towards her
pussy.
“Stop, you’re hurting me!” Is
that breathy denial really my voice? Her heart turned into a jackhammer as
she waited for his next move, and arousal warred with fear.
He tugged her
closer into his solid wall of muscle. A small smile played on his lips at her
sharp intake of breath when the move brought her clit in direct contact with
the broad tip of his cock. It nudged at her through the thin fabric of both
their clothing.
“You
don’t want me to stop.”
The growl in
her ear, combined with another sharp pinch to her other nipple sent her
breathing into erratic overdrive as one large hand cupped her wet folds. Heaven
help her, a stab of pure lust made her knees tremble. His low chuckle had to be the sexiest sound
she’d ever heard. His stubble grazed her neck as he suckled on her skin and
sank his teeth into her flesh at just the right side of pleasuring pain.
He took her
moan into his mouth, and his tongue dueled with hers, before he nipped at her
bottom lip hard enough for her to taste her own blood. Startled, she tried to
pull away from him. His iron grip wouldn’t let her, however, and his predatory
smile held her captive. “I can smell your pussy, and I’m going to taste you
until you scream for my cock to fill you, deep and hard, right here.”
Astrid gasped
at the sudden rip of her dress, and cool air hit her naked flesh. Rashid thrust
one finger into her juices before inserting that digit right into her anus,
pulling her closer still. The shock of the unexpected invasion made her sink
her teeth into her lips to stop herself from moaning. “No, please, Rashid.”
Another finger
thrust deep, and lifted her up on her tiptoes until her hands had to grab his
shoulders for support.
“That’s no, my lord.”
At
the shake of her head, a third finger stretched her further, and she couldn’t
help the startled sob he caught in his mouth in a bruising kiss.
“Yield to me, my bad, bad girl, or
your punishment will be worse.”
Oh. My. God.
He couldn’t mean that, surely. But what did she know about this dark
stranger? Nothing but her body’s complete arousal in his presence. Even now,
hovering between the pain and pleasure his relentless fingers up her ass were giving
her, she wanted his cock inside her so badly she could scream. What is wrong
with me?
His gaze locked
with hers, his breathing harsh, his pupils so dilated his eyes were almost
black. He pushed deeper into her, the pain bringing tears to her eyes as he
almost lifted her off the floor entirely. “Yield to me, my pretty, now! Trust
me.”
Astrid couldn’t
resist. Something in that dark gaze pulled her right into his barely controlled
power. “Yes, my lord.”
The brilliant
smile took her breath away, and she winced as his fingers slowly and carefully
withdrew.
“Good girl. Now shut your eyes.”
“Why?” She couldn’t help but utter
the question, even though her insides churned at the thought of his
displeasure.
Sure enough, he
growled in answer, the sound so low and animalistic that every feminine cell in
her body just melted, until she had to fight the urge to sink to her knees in
front of him. He raised his eyebrows, moved to stand behind her, and then
slapped her ass hard enough to make her gasp. Gooseflesh broke out over her
exposed skin when he tugged her head back on his shoulder and she saw his
sinful grin. Astrid’s breath stalled in her lungs at the first of several more
openhanded swats to her behind. They left her butt on fire. Heat traveled over
her skin and sent her arousal up another notch. Surely being spanked like this
should not turn her on even more, and make her wish he would bend her over his
knee and do the job properly? By the time he’d delivered that last stinging
swat, she gasped her answer.
“Yes, my lord.”
“That’s better, my pretty.” She
could hear the smile in his voice and feel it in the butterfly kisses on her
shoulder blades as he circled her. The swish of cool silk over her sensitive
tummy made her pull in the muscles there in anticipation. The silk moved
higher, a bare whisper across her engorged breasts, before it settled over her
eyes. His warm hand grasped hers and lifted her arm high as another slow,
tantalizing swish of silk slid up her body before he tied it around her wrist,
and secured her arm high above her head. The tickle of yet more silk started on
the inside of her thigh this time, and brushed across her clit repeatedly. It
caused more of her juices to moisten her already wet pussy lips, and beads of
perspiration broke out on her skin. Astrid could smell her own arousal in the
air, mixed with the unique scent of the man breathing into her ear. His sharp
intake of breath told her he was as affected as she was. The whispered Arabic
words breathed against her flesh sent shivers of awareness down her spine.
Rashid lifted her other arm so high, she had to once again stand on tiptoes.
“My lord?”
*****
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, haunting love stories are
guaranteed.
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