Hello! Thank you so
much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! What a great cover!
Thanks so much for letting me visit today!
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
Ah, it’s funny you should ask, because I had the Title for
this story first. I was cooking dinner and Bought
for Christmas popped into my head.
Hmm, me thinks, who’s been bought for Christmas and why?
First thing I did—still while cooking dinner, lol—was search the title on
Amazon. No other book with that title, great.
Then I thought, hmm the heroine has been bought by the
hero…. Hmm why…
I got my laptop out to jot all this down and ran the very
basics of the story via my reader group. They loved the idea, and by the time I
had finished cooking, I knew my hero was a scarred, bear shifter, considerably
older than my heroine, and once the kids were in bed, I started writing… and
writing… lol
Emilia and Hunter were such strong voices in my head that
the story literally wrote itself.
Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame
of mind?
Not really. I write when my characters talk, and fortunately
they tend to be pretty vocal. I’ve learnt that I do need quiet to write well,
though, so I switch off the internet, shut my bedroom door, and write.
Now my youngest is at nursery in the afternoon, those three
hours are my writing time. I also go into my writing cave at the weekend, when
hubby is home to field the kids, and my fingers fly. I aim for a minimum of 2K
a day when I’m actively writing a story. If I manage more than that, even
better.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
Well, a slice of real life always finds itself into my books. On the most
basic level, I’m a collared sub to my hubby/Sir, so some of our dynamic will
always find itself in there. *grins*
And yes, just like my heroines I tend to be rather bratty. Having said
that, I don’t write about us. He’s
always happy to help with research, of
course, but it’s my characters’ stories I’m telling, and as I’m a complete
panster I never know how that will go.
It’s quite a journey in every book.
I have named villains after folks I don’t like, and they may or not have
found a gruesome end…
*smirks*
Likewise, I have used reader’s names for my heroines etc. Makes it fun,
you know.
One thing I do strive for is to portray BDSM as accurately as I can.
Every D/s relationship is different and unique of course, but you will always
find my characters practice safe, sane, and consensual.
Blurb:
I’m the beast, haven’t you heard….
Christmas is supposed to be a time for miracles and one will surely be needed
when Emilia Duncan finds herself sold to the beast to save her father’s
company. Having lusted after the much older, enigmatic man for as long as she
can remember, spending the Christmas weekend as his submissive will satisfy her
raging libido, but can she protect her heart?
Bear Shifter Hunter Monahan cannot stand idly by when Emilia is thrown to the
wolves. There is only one shifter who will get his claws into her and that’s
him. The contract ensures her submission for the weekend. Too bad his bear
wants much more than that.
Hunter is used to hiding behind his gruesome scars, but in the bid for Emilia’s
heart, that is not an option this time. Isolated in his cabin, it’s not
just the snow that melts.
Excerpt:
“I said you’re
mine, kitten,” he finally said, and Emilia’s heart leapt for joy. “You always
will be, but I want to see you happy. You don’t need to be settled with a
cynical, scarred bear shifter like me, especially as your father will never
talk to you again, if you do.” He put his hand up when she was going to
interrupt him, and continued.
“No, let me
finish. He is your father, and I know you well enough to know that you love him
and that good for nothing brother of yours. Despite what you said to them when
you left, you could no more turn your back on them than you could stop
breathing, and that’s one of the many things about you that I…”
His bear
growled, and Emilia forgot to breathe at the struggle she sensed in him. She
scooted closer and put her hand on his tense thigh.
“You what, Sir?
Please don’t clam up on me now,” she said.
A grim smile
kicked up the corner of his mouth, and she leant in closer to kiss that spot. A
growl erupted from his chest, and before Emilia could blink she was on the
floor with him towering above her. Right now he didn’t look very much in
control of his bear, and that thought sent adrenaline coursing through her
body.
Holding himself
off of her with his hands placed next to her head, and his arms locked, he
ground his groin against hers and the solid heat of his erect cock meant that
Emilia’s hormones took over. Moisture flooded her underwear, and her nipples
tried to poke through the soft fabric covering them. As comfortable as her
jumper was the fabric chafed against the sensitive peaks, and Emilia bit her
lip to stop from whimpering her need.
Hunter groaned
and bending his head claimed her mouth in an earth shattering kiss that left
her breathless and so needy she was going to scream if he didn’t do something
other than kiss her.
He pulled away,
and the heat in his gaze sent her arousal into fever pitch. Emilia shifted her
legs wider, and they both groaned as he settled himself right between her legs.
“Fuck it,
Emilia. I can’t do this anymore. I want you too damn much.”
Hunter’s voice
came out distorted, and more of his bear showed as his muscles expanded and he
grew bigger above her.
“Then have me,
all of me, please.” Emilia gasped her reply, all too aware of the barely
leashed aggression that poured out of his very pores. It should send her
running, yet it had the opposite effect on her. Beads of perspiration slid into
her eyes, clouding her vision. Trapped as she was under his bulk, her clothes
felt heavy and restrictive, and Hunter seemed to burn hotter still, as he grew
perfectly above her. His nostrils flared and he inhaled roughly, as though he,
too, had trouble drawing air into his lungs. Emilia blinked to clear her vision,
and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his fangs. His incisors
grew longer, more menacing somehow in the orange glow from the fire, and she
didn’t dare breathe when he dipped his head and ran those lethal teeth along
her neck.
“This is your
last chance to cry red, kitten. This time when I fuck you, I will claim
you, body and soul. You will be mine, to carry my mark, so that everyone will
know who you belong to. I want to cover you in my cum, bite you all over, and
leave my marks on you forever. Do you understand me?”
Emilia nodded,
utterly unable to get her voice to work, and Hunter threw his head back and
roared. The vibrations of that growl shook the very ground they lay on, and she
locked her ankles behind his ass to enable her to grind her hips against the
solid bulge in his jeans. So close. God, she was so close already, if only….
Hunter bucked
and dislodged her, until she lay winded, face down on the rug. Hunter yanked
her jumper up and her leggings down, and the first hard, stinging swat of his
hand on her ass took her breath away. Several more followed in quick
succession, and then he lifted her on her knees, and pushed her upper body back
down into the rug. Her jumper gave way with an audible rip, as he used his
claws to get if off her.
“Do. Not.
Move.” Every growled word was accentuated by another swat to her ass. Heat
spread across her skin, and she jumped when he replaced his hands with his
teeth, while pushing several fingers into her wet pussy.
Emilia
whimpered and mewled like the kitten he called her, as he fucked her with his
fingers, while marking her body with his teeth just like he’d promised, until
her skin was just a mass of hot sensation. Up and down her spine into the
hollow of her back, over her ass and the insides of her thighs, until she
didn’t know which part of her he hadn’t reached.
Pinned in place
by his clawed hand on her shoulder, and his fingers buried deep inside her,
keeping her teetering on the edge of her release, she had nowhere to go.
Emilia whined
when he withdrew his fingers, and Hunter pushed his digits, slicked by her
arousal, into her mouth, and smacked her ass again. Emilia bit down, and the
taste of her arousal mixed with his blood, and Hunter grunted his approval.
“Fuck, yes. Do
that again.”
His claws
sliced through her shoulder, while he dug his fingers deeper into her mouth and
jaw. The pain just added to her arousal until her whole body felt on fire.
Teetering on the edge, she screamed, as he ran his thick cock through her wet
slit and then drove in deep.
“I’m going to
fuck you so hard, baby. You’re mine.”
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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, haunting love stories are
guaranteed.
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