Monday 25 June 2018

Gabe's Revenge - new release from @dorisoconnor Doris O'Connor

Revenge is best served cold…

Gabriel Henshaw is nothing but a monster—a ruthless killer—that’s what Lissa Andrini has always been told. Sold to the man by her own father, she fears for her life, yet she can’t help the insane pull she feels to him. It has to be some form of Stockholm syndrome, surely? It couldn’t possibly be the effect of his Dominant nature effortlessly pulling her under his spell and awakening her latent submissive side.

Beating Andrini to a bloody pulp soothes Gabe’s rage temporarily, but that leaves his daughter. Were it not for a promise to her mother, he’d refuse this payment, not least because Lissa Andrini awakens all of his protective and carnal instincts. The perfect counterfoil for his darker needs and desires, she has the power to bring him to his knees.

Can love flourish when you’re a pawn in a dangerous game?
Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, anal sex, Daddy Dom/little girl play

Don't miss the second in Doris O'Connor's McLeod Security series. It stands alone, but readers might find some familiar characters from the first installment. 

Here's an excerpt!

“Fuck you, Sir.”
The snarky intonation she put on that title, while she yanked her chin up and did her best to stare him down, should have made him do good on his promise to put her over his knee. However, the slight wobble in her bottom lip, coupled with the way every delectable curve of her body was pressed into his frame, meant any such action would be a very bad idea indeed. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her, and he didn’t want her first time to be angry sex. She deserved better than that.
“Oh, fuck, we will, my dear, but not now and not here.”
Her eyes grew wide, her already fast breaths sped up even more, and Gabe swallowed a groan. He let go of her and stepped back for some much-needed breathing space. As it was his cock was trying his hardest to break out the confines of the denim surrounding it. Gabe couldn’t even remember the last time he wanted a woman this damn much. 
“So, you’re going to add rape to your rap sheet. Murdering innocent women wasn’t enough for you?” 
A gasp from behind them alerted Gabe to Mavis’s presence, and sure enough when he turned his head it was to see her standing there. Hands pushed into the pockets of her ever-present apron her lips were pressed into a fine line, signaling her disapproval.
“Parkinson is here, Gabe,” she said.
“Thank you, Mavis, I’ll be there in a minute.”
She nodded, glanced at Lissandra and shook her head.
“Tell her the truth, Gabe, all of it. Or this will never work.”
With that, she turned and left them alone on the terrace.
“Oh my God, she knows, doesn’t she? I thought she was nice and I could trust her. Oh, I’m such a fool.”
Lissandra tried to get past him, but he stepped in her way.
“Lissa, don’t.” She pushed against his chest in a vain effort to make him move and then glared up at him.
“Don’t you dare call me that. Only Mama ever called me that. Don’t you fucking dare…” She slammed her hand over her mouth and shook her head. Misery and despair rolled off of her in waves, and Gabe had to fight the urge to take her in his arms. She wouldn’t welcome that move right now, if ever, and now was not the time.
Instead he crossed his arms over his chest, widened his stance, and simply looked at her. 
“I’ll call you anything I damn well, please, little girl, and you will lose the attitude. I told you last night, you’re mine now, so you better get used to it. As for Mavis, she is the most loyal person I ever met. Without her, I doubt I would have survived my childhood, so you be nice to her, do you hear me?”
“Or what? You’ll kill me, too?” The mumbled reply grated, and he took several deep breaths to calm himself.
“If I wanted you dead, you’d be six feet under already, girl. After the hit on your father went wrong, I’ve never trusted anyone else to do the killing for me ever again.” He waited for that to sink in, and sure enough her head came up, and she stared wide-eyed, confusion evident on her face.
“I thought… it wasn’t…”
“No, little girl. I’m not such a bastard that I would rob a child of its mother, especially when that mother’s only crime was falling in love and staying with that fucker, Andrini. Besides, I prefer to kill with my hands. Much more satisfying.” He uncrossed his arms and wrapped his hands around her slender throat. Her heartbeat jumped under his palms, and he squeezed just once before he released her. “To feel the life draining out a piece of scum that crossed me … that’s sweet.”
“You’re a monster.” Her whispered reply made him grin.
“Yes, I suppose I am. You better get used to it, little girl, and don’t get any silly ideas of crossing me. You behave and do as you’re told, and we’ll get along just fine.”
She swallowed hard, but gave the tiniest nod, and that would have to do for now.
“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
“So, you’ll kill me if I don’t behave?”  She mimed quotation marks around that one word and nudged her chin up in a move of defiance that simply served to make him harder. It would be fun to tame all that passion, indeed, and knowing that he would be the first man ever to touch her, to teach her … fuck, what a turn-on that was. Gabe had never cared much about being the first. He wasn’t possessive over the women he fucked. That would mean he cared about them to be anything more than a convenient set of holes to sink his dick into, but this was Lissandra Andrini. His revenge and he was fast beginning to realize his destiny, too. Whether she’d also prove to be his downfall remained to be seen.
“Killing is too easy an out. That’s the only reason Andrini still lives. I want him to suffer, to wallow in his own filth. Death is too good for the likes of him. As for you…” He paused and smiled. “I’ve already told you what I’ll do to you. And once that ass of yours is red raw I will fuck it, so, maybe I’ll kill you after all with the petit mort, at least.”
Her sharp intake of breath almost sounded like a moan, and acting on instinct, he stepped closer, and shoved his hand under her robe to cup her mound. Wet heat greeted his palm, and he smirked, while a blush suffused her pale skin. 
“What are you? You can’t … oh…” She tried to clamp her legs together, but one shake of his head stopped her. He forced himself to remove his hand, looked at the glistening evidence of her arousal on his palm and held it up for her to see.
“Protest all you want, Lissa. Hate me if you must, but your body doesn’t lie.” He licked the wetness off his hands and immediately regretted that, as her feminine musk hit his nostrils. Damn, she smelled good.
“I do, I hate you.” Her denial was too breathy to be truly effective, and Gabe laughed.
“No problem, my sweet. You don’t have to like me to enjoy fucking me. Now, go and get dressed, and meet me in the living room in ten minutes. Don’t make me wait, or so help me I drag you out there like this or maybe naked.” He grinned at her simmering outrage. “I’m sure my men would enjoy the view.”
“You wouldn’t dare?”
Gabe threw his head back and laughed.
“Oh, my sweet, never dare the monster.”

Wednesday 20 June 2018

#MidWeekTease A Pair of Eyes

Welcome to #MidWeekTease, the place and time I and other authors offer up a taste of one of our published works or works in progress. This week, I'm sharing from a work on hold. This MS has been sitting in my "trash" folder waiting for something to resurrect it. I may have found that. We'll see. For now, let me know what you think.

Ben clapped my shoulder. “Dude! You have a date with a pair of eyes. How trippy is that? Bet she doesn’t eat or drink anything.”
She didn’t, of course. She couldn’t lower the veil in public, but she did order me a coffee that could double as a wood stain. She also introduced herself and her friends.
“I am Dina. Fathima, my mother. Leila, my aunt.” She gestured to each.
“I’m Dustin,” I reminded her. I fiddled with my ball cap, making my light brown hair even messier. I pulled the brim lower and focused on Dina again.
“Your English is very good.”
“I had a tutor,” she explained. “Mother wanted me educated, and Father loves Mother.” She grinned at Fathima. The only part of the grin I could see was the crinkling of her eyes and a lifting of her veil with her cheeks, but I knew what it was.
“Dina,” I said, stretching my hand across the small table. I nearly jumped out of my skin when she put her hand in mine.
Fascinated, I ran my fingers over the back of her hand, the darker creases in the light brown skin. Then I turned it over and traced the lines of her palm.
Her aunt said something in Farsi that made Fathima laugh but Dina only twitched her fingers.
“What do I do next?” I asked. “How do we...?” I closed my hand around hers and pulled it toward me. I kissed the back of her hand before letting it go.
“You approach my father, ask for my hand.”
“Married?” I asked, shocked. “But you don’t even know me.”
“I watch,” she said. “You are a good man, fair.” Leila said something else and Dina nodded. “I won’t know my husband so well. Father will choose.”
My stomach twisted at that thought.
“Meet me again? Once or twice more? We don’t marry so quickly in America.”
Dina nodded. She toyed with a napkin while we chatted in somewhat broken English. She told me about her brother, her younger sister, both were home with her grandmother. I told her about my sister and niece back in Idaho. I hoped she would start instructing me on how to approach her father.
“When to meet next?” she asked. “Father is difficult. It will take time.”
I nodded. “I’m off again in three days.”
Dina moved my cup, sliding the napkin beneath it. Then she excused herself and left with her aunt and mother. I was pulling out money to pay when I noticed a black mark on the paper napkin. Lifting the cup, I saw writing. Trying not to draw attention, I balled it in my fist, dropped the money on the table and pushed the note into my pocket.
“You do this right,” the man said as he cleaned away the cash. “That right way.” He shook his finger in the direction of Dina.
I smiled and nodded. With luck, I wouldn’t make any major mistakes. I’d seen what the men here did to their women. Made me want to kill most of them. Dina’s father didn’t seem to fit that mold, based on what I’d seen. She was free to come and go and never showed any sign of abuse.
I didn’t pull the napkin out again until I was safely in the compound. Dina had been so careful to conceal it, that I didn’t want anyone knowing about it.
I meet you at hopsital tomorrow after dark.
The words blurred as my hand shook. She wanted to meet me, secretly.

Worth pursuing? I really need someone to help me with the research. If you are muslim, or close to a muslim that might be able to help, please let me know!

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Friday 15 June 2018

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A retelling of Swan Lake, Love is truly for the birds when  Anna and Odette are shifted into feathered friends.

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Wednesday 13 June 2018

#MidWeekTease The Beginning #BlueMoonHouse #lesbian #paranormal #vampire

Hello! I know, I've been gone a while, and I might disappear again for a few weeks over the summer, but I'll try not to let things go so long. Just before my hiatus, I had released the eighth and final book (or first book?) in the Blue Moon House series. The Beginning is the story of Sophia, matriarch of Blue Moon House. Here is an excerpt from her humble beginning. It is available on Kindle, Kobo, Nook and Ibooks.

“I’m going to ruin it.” Louise brushed at a smudge of soot from where she had bent to tend the fire.
“Only if you keep doing the work that should be mine.” Sophia let her fingers brush Louise’s skin around the collar of her chemise and along her leg as she rolled down her stockings.
“It just seems odd, to be doing so little with my day. How do other ladies do it?” She picked at a loose thread on her sleeve.
“You need to use your skills in a new way. Stitching becomes embroidery, gardening becomes flower arrangement, and cooking becomes pastry design. You will find your way.”
Louise shook her head. “Never. I’m not like Nicole or Claudette. I can’t be as dainty as they are.”
She sat on the bed beside her new friend. “You are just as dainty as they are, and more lovely besides.”
Pink rose in Louise’s cheeks, unaccustomed to compliments. “No.”
Sophia took hold of her chin and turned her. “You are lovelier to me.” Then she took the plunge. Leaning forward, close enough for their breasts to touch. She held there, expecting Louise to retreat.
Instead Louise smiled and covered Sophia’s hand with her own. “I’m so glad you came, glad you stayed. If only we could pay you properly.”
“There is something I desire that you could provide.” She lunged in, kissing the other woman.
Louise pulled back, brows raised. “Really? That’s what you want?” She closed her eyes and sighed. “I can do that.”
Sophia’s jaw dropped. She hadn’t dreamed it would be so easy to coax her. Sealing her lips to Louise’s, she drank in the human scent, longing for blood as well. Resisting those instincts, she went slowly, trailing her fingers over breast and hip.
“Lie down.”
Louise’s eyes widened and she froze in place.
“Trust me.” Sophia knelt to gather up the other woman’s chemise, inching it toward her head.
When Louise still didn’t move, Sophia returned to her knees, kissing one leg and then the other.
“Oh, oh, God.” Louise’s fingers gripped Sophia’s hair. The vampire paused but was neither pushed away nor pulled closer. After a moment, Sophia continued toward her goal, just visible behind the curly hair framing it.

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