Happy Monday, folks! Today I'm handing over my blog to my lovely friend and fellow Nuthouse Scribblers author, Doris O'Connor, who is here to talk about her latest book, Under The Alpha's Protection. If you love friends-to-lovers stories with alpha shifters, a touch of suspense and scorching scenes, then you need to check this out. Well, I'll leave Doris to tell you all about it.
Over to you, D...
Thanks
so much for having me here today. J
I just love a good shifter
story. There is something so appealing about a man who will move heaven and
earth to protect the woman he loves and no-one does that better than a shifter
who senses his mate. Raoul has known from the minute he spotted Nikita that
this little human is his mate. Too bad she doesn't believe in anything even
remotely paranormal. Add to that the fact that Raoul is a Dom, and it's a
recipe for disaster, surely?
His feisty squirt would never willingly submit to a
man, or so he thinks. Everything changes the night she is attacked, and Raoul
can only do one thing—claim and protect what is his. And if he has to chain her
to his bed to do so…. Well….
*grins*
Blurb:
Nikita Ashton and Raoul Saint Germain have been friends for five years, so when Nikita is attacked, there is only one place she can run to—straight into Raoul's arms.
Raoul is the Alpha of his pack and he is furious that the woman he loves has been harmed on his territory. Were it not for the fact that Nikita does not believe in anything even remotely paranormal, his wolf would have claimed her aeons ago.
Nikita is in need of tender, loving care, not his baser needs that are threatening to overtake him.
However, when Nikita admits that she knows about his being in the lifestyle, the Dom in him cannot resist the challenge to make her his submissive.
Blissfully happy in their new Dom/sub relationship, everything changes when Nikita is kidnapped. Can Raoul get to her in time to save her life?
Excerpt:
"Drink,
squirt."
Nikita
didn't even think to argue, so enthralling was his deep voice, and she drank
the cool liquid eagerly, until he took the water bottle away and his hot, firm
lips touched hers. Her barely banked down arousal flared into an inferno again,
and she moaned when he broke the kiss and licked along her jaw. His curiously
rough tongue reminded her of her cat at home, and created exquisite friction
along her sweat slicked skin.
"Get
on the bed for me and lie down on your front." The whispered words into
her ear galvanized her into action, and he murmured his approval.
"Good
girl. I'm going to restrain you now, my sweet girl. Just your arms to start
with, and then I'm going to fuck you."
She
couldn’t stop her moan at those words, and he laughed, the sound so low and
sexy, Nikita was sure she could come from listening to his voice alone. He ran
a hand down her spine until he reached her butt, and then he scraped his nails
along the tender flesh. The burn was pain and bliss all wrapped into one, and
she jumped when he parted her ass cheeks.
He
dropped a kiss on her anus and slipped a finger into her pussy causing her to
pant, and her internal muscles pulled tight, and tried to draw the digit
inside. Raoul laughed softly and slipped another finger into her desperately
clenching cunt at the same time as his tongue pushed through the tight ring of
her muscle that had never been breached before. Warmth spread through her as
that tongue probed in tune with his fingers in her pussy. He took her right to
the edge and then withdrew.
"Nooooo."
The high-pitched wail leaving her mouth didn't sound like her voice at all.
Raoul paid no heed to her whimpering. Instead he grasped one of her arms and
pulled it upwards, and then there was the sound of Velcro and something soft
and thick wrapped around her wrist.
He
ran his finger underneath the restraint, and then his face appeared in her
blurry vision. Unlike earlier when her mind had played tricks on her, this time
round all she saw was Raoul in all his ruggedly handsome glory. Her mouth went
dry at the sight of his bare chest. He must have somehow got undressed when she
wasn't paying attention, too caught up in the myriad of sensations he'd already
coaxed from her body.
If
this was what kinky sex did, then Nikita couldn't understand why more people
didn't embrace this lifestyle. Never in her life had she been this turned on.
Raoul repeated the process to her other arm until she was tied and couldn't
move.
"What's
your safe word, squirt?"
"Red,
but I don't need it. Please don't stop."
"Good
girl."
The
approval in his voice washed over her senses, and Nikita was close to tears, so
overwhelmed was she by the intensity of the moment.
With
her breasts squashed into the bed, her nipples chafed against the cover, and
she bucked when he slid his hands under her and pinched each nipple in turn.
With his naked chest pressed against her back, exerting pressure on the
left-over soreness there, Nikita felt owned, and used, and she reveled in that
feeling, as he rolled each hard nub between his fingertips and pulled. Darts of
arousal shot through her body to her clit, and she couldn't help her breathless
moan.
"Oh,
that feels so good."
He
kissed her shoulder and withdrew again. Tiny stings to her back made her gasp. Each
sting was soothed by soft lips.
"Turn
your head and look at us in the mirror. I want you to see me fuck you. I want
you to see my cock plundering your sweet cunt, so that you'll know who owns
you."
Instead
of appalling her, those words excited her further, and she dutifully turned to
look. Even though her vision was hazy she could see him towering over her, his
body so big and dark compared to her, and every fiber of her being tensed when
she caught the first glimpse of his cock. Thick and long, it rose from its
thatch of dark hair, his heavy balls swinging underneath as he moved. Raoul
took himself in hand and stroked his dick from head to root with slow measured
moves that had her mewling anew.
"Beg
me for my cock, girl. Tell me you want it. Tell me you're mine."
"Yes,
anything, please. I need you …. I need your cock … Sir."
The
tagged on address made him growl, and Nikita closed her eyes when he placed
several cushions under her hips until her ass was elevated.
"So
wet, so beautiful. Who owns this pussy, squirt?"
"You
do, Sir."
"Damn
fucking right, I do."
He
slid the thick head of his erection through her pussy lips, and Nikita held her
breath as his heat branded her. He repeated that process over and over until
Nikita wanted to scream and her nerve endings were strung so tight, she could
barely breathe. She yanked on her restraints, but it was useless. When he
finally breached her hole it was with agonizing slowness that awakened every
one of her vaginal nerves, and she grit her teeth at the sensation of being
filled and stretched to capacity.
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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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