Hello! Thank you so
much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!
Thank you for having me back to visit.
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
Under His Boss started as a flash on my blog. Lots of my
stories start that way, as my muse is a very visual little creature, and when a
picture speaks to her, magic happens.
This was the picture that sparked the story:
And you can read the original 100 word flash here.
George and James jumped into my head and they refused to
leave until I told their story. :-)
Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame
of mind?
Not really. If the characters talk, I write. One thing I do
need is peace and quiet. So, I lock the bedroom door, turn off the internet and
write. My fingers fly that way and I can easily write about 3 K in two hours or
so.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
My muse has been on somewhat of a writing spree lately, so I
have a few upcoming releases, lol.
Carmel’s Choice,
which releases February 24th Contemporary
BDSM, M/F/M with Siren Bookstrand
Cat’s Rescue, part of Evernight Publishing’s Uniform Fetish
Anthology releases February 27th
This is an interracial BDSM story.
The Witch’s Protector (The Protectors, 2) Paranormal BDSM
releases April 2nd with Siren Bookstrand
And I’ve just finished book three of The Protectors, Her
Lion Protector.
You can check out all of my upcoming releases here.
Blurb:
~Love is a
precious thing~
When James
Dyllon finds an explicit card on his desk he doesn’t know what to think. His
hot as Hades boss has never given him the slightest indication that he returns
James’ affections, so this card can’t be from him. Two male lovers
entwined—someone is having a laugh at his expense.
George
MacKenzie is done lusting after James from afar. A New Year brings with it the
opportunity for change and George is tired of hiding. Since taking over the
company after his father fell ill, he is finally in a position to act on his
feelings, and he wants James. The card might be a feeble attempt, but at least
James does not seem disinterested.
Together
they will be able to weather anything, as long as he can convince James that he
really does want forever.
Excerpt:
“Happy New Year, boss.”
He put the tray on the night stand, and offered
George two aspirin and the glass of water. George swallowed them and winced
anew at the sandpapery quality of his throat. James grinned again—in sympathy
George assumed—though it was difficult to determine through his blurry eyed
vision and the brass band which seemed to have taken up residence in his head.
“Happy New Year.” George managed to croak those few
words out and collapsed back on the bed with a groan. “I’m never drinking
again.”
“Of course you won’t. Here, sit up, get your caffeine
hit, and have a shower. You’ll feel better afterward, I promise.”
George glared at the other man through hooded lids,
and decided there and then that James had to be some sort of sadist. No one was
this happy first thing in the morning, and took this much delight in torturing
another human being into sitting up. The clanging cymbals in his head all
decided to bash together in discord and George groaned and held his head in his
hands.
“Fuck.”
James’s amused snort joined in with the percussion
instruments crashing against his skull and George screwed his eyes shut and
pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Sadly we haven’t yet. I don’t think jerking off to
images of you passed out in my bed counts as fucking you, and I do find myself
most impatient to do so, so be a good boy, drink this coffee, and then for the
love of God, shower, man.”
Amusement tinged those words, but there was an underlying
edge that registered over the fuzz for brains in George’s head, and he cracked
one eye open to look at James. The intensity of his gaze made him swallow, and
all conscious thought fled out of his brain as James grasped his hands and
wrapped them round the steaming cup of coffee.
“Coffee, shower, fuck, in that order.”
James winked at him, and George did as he was told.
The slap to his ass as he stumbled off the bed and James pointed him to the
bathroom, stung, and made his cock jerk. James noticed, of course and wrapped
his hand around George’s shaft and pumped it a few times. Exquisite pleasure
shot through George’s system, and he braced a hand on the wall to steady
himself.
“Fuck, James, stop doing that, or I’ll never make it
into the shower.”
James laughed, bit his shoulder lightly, released his
cock, and swatted his ass again.
“Don’t be too long in there, or I’ll be forced to
join you.”
George groaned and shook his head.
“Is that supposed to be a deterrent or a promise?” He
didn’t catch James’s laughing reply, as he stumbled into the bathroom. By the
time he managed to eventually relieve himself, wash his hands, and brush his
teeth with the spare toothbrush he’d found propped up against the sink, he felt
almost human. The warm stream of the power shower further revived him, and he
stood and let the hot spray cascade over him. He wasn’t entirely surprised to
hear the shower enclosure open and shut and he sucked in a breath when he
opened his eyes. James stood with his back to him, and George got his first
good look at James’s dragon. It covered his back, wings flapping wildly, and
the art work was supreme. Over James’s broad shoulders, down his muscular back
and into his delectable ass, George’s gaze followed the trail of ink, and
giving into the need to touch the other man, he let his hands follow the trail
of his visual inspection.
His cock reared back into life with a speed and force
that left him lightheaded as James’s lust filled groan trembled through the
confined space of their shower enclosure, and his lover’s muscles tensed under
George’s fingertips.
“That’s fucking awesome, baby.” George ran his
knuckles down James’s spine until he reached the globes of his ass. Squeezing
the firm flesh he kneaded his lover’s butt cheeks and kissed down James’s back.
It took a bit of awkward maneuvering in their confined space, but he managed to
drop to his knees, and continue his path downward. James swore under his breath
and slapped his hands on the tiled wall for support when George spread his
lover’s ass cheeks and licked from James’s heavy balls upward to his anus.
James tensed and panted, when George tunneled his
tongue through James’s ring of muscle while bringing one hand round to grasp
his thick shaft.
“Fuck, George, you don’t have to… Jesus.”
James’s cock jerked and pulsed in George’s firm
grasp, and those tight muscles guarding James’s rear entrance tightened around
his tongue in involuntary clenches that told George in no uncertain terms how
close James was getting. Anal play was something George had always enjoyed. The
mere intimacy of the act showed how much you trusted the other person, and he
withdrew slowly and growled his next words into James’s hairy thighs, while he
fondled the man’s heavy balls.
“Turn round, baby. I want to taste you.”
Buy Links:
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/doris-oconnor
About Doris:
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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Wish Doris all the best with her New release. Good luck with the writing
ReplyDeleteThank you, Julie :-)
DeleteThanks again for having my boys on your blog, Beth :-)
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