Happy
Monday, folks and a big thank you to Kiru for letting me take over her blog
today!
I
have been somewhat of a busy bee this last week, with two releases and another
story coming out tomorrow. They range from paranormal to contemporary and
Sci-fi, m/f to m/m/f.
If
you haven’t guessed by now, my muse likes to stir things up and shake it all
about. I never know what she comes up with next, and as for the actual plot…
well, my characters tend to go off on a tangent, and they are very firmly in
charge.
I
like to think it keeps my writing fresh, but I leave you, the readers, to
decide on that.
*grins*
Take
Her Imaginary Lover for instance. It’s one of those stories that came out of
nowhere, and forced me to write it. Hubby and I were walking the dog and we
were chatting away, and hubby made a throwaway comment about there being
invisible people watching us…
That
was all it took for my muse to run away and find Kaylom. That’s the other
peculiar thing about my muse. She always grabs me a hero first. Invariable he’s
a dominant Alpha, who doesn’t take no for an answer until I write the story
just the way he wants it written. They’re usually pretty foulmouthed too, and
Kaylom is no exception to that rule.
Macie
is his and no one is going to stop him from claiming her, come what may. Well,
no one but himself, that is. He is determined to keep her safe, and Macie is
equally as determined to have her man.
After
all, a strong hero needs an equally strong heroine, and Macie may be blind, but
she has never let her disability stop her, let alone when it comes to the man
she loves.
After
all, love is worth fighting for, right?
Blurb:
~Editors
Pick~
When
your imaginary friend turns out to be real, there's only one thing you can
do—have the best sex of your life.
When
she is attacked on her way home from work, Macie Johann's ordered world is
thrown into chaos. And the muscle bound hunk that comes to her rescue would
appear to be naked? Okay then, maybe she has hit her head a bit too hard? But
then again, no one else seems to notice him, and there is something very
familiar about this guy. He reminds her of her imaginary childhood playmate,
Kaylom.
Blind
from birth, Macie has learned to trust her senses, and they all scream at her
to grab her chance of true happiness with the man who makes her body and soul
sing. Never mind the small fact of his not being human.
When
their actions get Kaylom yanked back into his dimension to stand trial, Macie
follows, determined to fight for her man.
Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, anal sex
Excerpt:
Macie
grinned at the sound of smashing crockery, as he kicked her legs apart and
urged her forward until her torso lay prone on her table. With her breasts
squashed into the wood, and his hand applying pressure on her shoulder blades,
she had nowhere to go. A shudder went through her when he stepped so close that
his hair roughened thighs touched the back of her legs. His heavy erection slid
along her pussy lips, and she knew she was coating him in her juices. They slid
down the inside of her thighs.
The
mere fact they were doing this here, now, in her kitchen added another layer of
deliciously naughty to the whole experience. Her kitchen faced a busy main
street, and she had no curtains up. In theory anyone would be able to see in
and see what they were doing. A giggle escaped her at the thought. Not that
they would see Kaylom. They would no doubt wonder at the strange woman who lay
naked along her table.
Kaylom's
chest molded itself along her back, and a little nip to her shoulder focused
his attention back on him.
"What's
so funny?" he asked.
"Nothing."
A
sharp pinch to the side of her breast made her gasp. That sting traveled
straight to her clit, and she wriggled her hips to relieve the resulting ache
in her pussy.
"Nothing,
is it? I think my little munchkin needs to be reminded who's boss."
He
lifted off her, and she moaned at the loss of his body warmth. A smack to her
ass ground her pelvis into the edge of the table, and she bit her lip to stop
from crying out. That felt way too good. He soothed the sting with his hand,
and then spanked her other cheek with considerably more force than the first
swat. Macie yelped and squirmed under his hands, and his chuckle seemed to echo
around the room. It only served to stoke her excitement further. Kaylom ran his
hands up and down her spine and then up her arms taking them with him. He
curled her fingers over the opposite edge of her small table.
"Keep
them like this and don't move, or I'll have to tie you to this table, do you
hear me?"
"Yes,"
she said, and all the breath left her lungs when he smacked her ass with so
much force she slid further up the table.
"Yes,
what?" he asked, and this time there was no mistaking the edge of command
in his voice. He yanked her head back hard, and his hot breath skittered across
her sweat slicked flesh as he nipped at her lips and throat. A feminist would
have a field day with her right now, but fuck her, if this display of his
dominance didn't turn her on even more.
What
had he said? His kind demanded their mates to be submissive and calling him
“Sir” was a token of respect.
"Yes,
Sir," she said, and he kissed her with so much passion, it took her breath
away.
"Good
girl. You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that."
She
blinked back tears and held onto the edge for dear life when he grasped her
hips, and pulled her down the table until her ass hung off it.
"You're
so fucking wet for me baby. You want me to fuck this sweet ass of yours, don't
you?" His breath felt cool across her slick folds, and his fingers dug
into her thighs as he spread her wider, and Macie lost the ability to think at
the first touch of his tongue.
He
licked her from slit to clit and back again, until she was so close to coming
she didn’t even know what the sounds were spilling from her mouth.
Seconds
before she reached that all elusive peak, he withdrew, and she thumped her head
against the table in frustration.
"Bastard,
err, Sir."
He
laughed and then rained a series of hard swats on her ass that left her
breathless and even wetter.
"Oh
your butt reddens beautifully under my hands, my sweet, and let's gets one
thing straight. I will not tolerate you using cuss words. Your mouth is far too
pretty for anything that nasty to come out of it. If we were in my realm I'd
shove a gag inside that foul sounding mouth and then strap a vibrator inside
you with just enough force to keep you on the edge without coming. How would
you like that?"
Macie
shook her head and swallowed nervously.
"No,
Sir, thank you, Sir, I wouldn't like that at all."
The
air displacement gave her a second's warning before he tunneled his tongue into
her pussy hole, and she climbed back up those delicious rungs of tingling bliss
before he once again withdrew.
Macie
keened her disappointment, and he delivered several more open handed swats to
her ass, before he attacked her swollen and sensitive pussy again.
Macie
lost count how many times he spanked her and then revved her up again before
withdrawing. Time lost all meaning. All that mattered were the painful swats to
her ass that morphed into blissful heat, which suffused her entire body until
she felt on fire for this man.
From
far, far away she heard his voice eventually, and she flinched when something
cold hit her ass crack.
"Sorry,
my sweet, this will only last a moment."
Add it to
your Good Reads list:
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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