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New Release from Doris O’Connor!

Published September 26, 2014 by Lorraine Nelson - Author
Hello! Today I have Doris visiting to share information on her newest release, The Bear Treatment. Love the hot cover! Take it away, Doris!

Thanks so much for having me here today with my new release The Bear Treatment.

There is nothing worse than being dumped by your boyfriend is there, even if that person turned out to be a right schmuck. Louisa doesn’t have much luck in the boyfriend department, mainly, because the one man she really wants is way, way, way out of her league—or so she thinks.
In her words…

He was so way out of her league it wasn’t even real. Not only because he was very much a Dom, but also because Louisa didn’t have the first clue how to be what he looked for in a woman. After all, he would no doubt want to settle with another shifter like himself.
Somehow she didn’t think a smart mouthed, overweight, thirty-something, fresh out of yet another failed relationship, screw-up like her, would be his idea of the perfect submissive.
Little does she know that this Dom has just been biding his time and when she turns up in his spa, ready to experience a taste of the lifestyle, she is in for the bear treatment…

There’s nothing quite like being dumped by another good-for-nothing boyfriend to focus a girl’s mind. Fun has been missing from Louisa’s life for far too long, and a bit of wax play at the spa-with-a-difference is just what she needs to take her mind off her birthday.

What can possibly go wrong? It’s not as though the man she’s been secretly lusting after for years would turn up and see her in all of her wobbly bits glory, or give her one mind blowing orgasm after the other, is it?

That would mean she is getting the bear treatment. You know the one—ends up being mated to one droolworthy, dominant, bear shifter—and ticks off the council no end. One thing’s for certain. After this birthday nothing will be the same again.

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, wax play, anal play


When he bit down on her clit her orgasm rushed through her with so much force that she screamed and bit her lip hard enough to taste her own blood, in an effort to muffle that scream.
They were on top of a crowded restaurant, for God’s sake. If she turned her head she could see the people dining below. All it would take was for one of them to look up and they would see her sprawled along the table with Luke once again lapping at her cream as she gushed her juices into his waiting mouth. The thought that one of the diners would look up, made her orgasm burn hotter, and with her body still shaking in delicious aftershocks she almost didn’t notice the slight pressure against her little puckered hole until Luke slipped a slick finger wet with her own arousal knuckle deep into her ass.
She would have bowed off the table had his hot hand on her tummy not held her down, and she lost herself in the heated stare of his golden eyes as their gazes connected.
“That’s my girl.” His voice had dropped an octave, dripping in lust, and her body went limp under his possession. “This ass and this pussy are mine to do with as I please are they not, my sweet Lou?”
He pushed deeper into her butt, and she gasped at the burning pain of another finger slipping past that ring of muscle. Discomfort gave way to heat when he started to thrust those two fingers in and out of their tight confines, and added the thumb of his other hand to her clit and rubbed that sensitive bundle of nerves in small circles designed to push her over the edge once more.
The strange sensation in her ass awakened unused nerve endings, and she clamped around his digits, increasing the heady sensations bombarding her.
“That’s it, my sweet. Ride those fingers. I can’t wait to see your little hole stretched with a butt plug to prepare you for my cock, and you will let me take you back here, won’t you?”
The veins on his neck stood out, his smile showed his fangs, and with the eyes of his bear looking down on her he never looked more the wild animal he had inside than right now. The thought should have terrified Louisa, but instead it had the opposite effect on her. She was his prey, his for the taking, and the thought turned her on even more.
“Yes, yes, God yes, I’m yours to do with as you please, Sir.”
Her whispered answer made him step up his assault on her senses, and everything inside of her drew tight as she climbed up those rungs of lust until the world narrowed to just the feel of his fingers in her ass, and his big body covering her.
Luke bent closer, not once slowing his fingers as they fucked her into another orgasm, and then he kissed her. His tongue mimicked the action of his digits, and she kissed him back until her lungs screamed at her they needed air, as her body shook in the grip of the tremors wracking through her. She winced when he withdrew his fingers from the tight clasp of her ass, and then gasped when he shrugged out of his shirt. The man’s torso was magnificent and sprinkled with liberal amounts of hair that she wanted to run her fingers through. His pectorals flexed as he threw the shirt across the room, and she let her gaze admire the play of muscles. The way his hair thickened to a dark trail that acted like a beacon to his magnificent cock. Despite her earlier attention to that particular body part, he was once again erect. Veins ran along the length of the impressive organ, and the thick mushroom head glistened in the muted lighting of the room. Louisa licked her lips, suddenly desperate for another taste of his salty musk, and Luke laughed. Low and menacing, the sound was more animal than human, and set her arousal to fever pitch.
“Not this time, my sweet. This time I want to bury my cock into your tight cunt. I want to see your lips stretched around my girth, as you struggle to take all of me, but you will, won’t you, pet? You’ll milk my cock like the good little subbie you are, and you’ll gush your cream all over my dick again and again, won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” How she managed to force the words past her kiss swollen lips she would never know. Her gaze was riveted to his cock, where Luke was fisting himself slowly. He squeezed the tip of his dick until his pre-cum slid on his fingers and with a wicked grin held those digits up to her mouth.
Louisa opened up eagerly, only too willing to taste him again, and she groaned when he hooked those fingers inside her mouth holding her in place while he ran the tip of his erection through her wet slit repeatedly. He bumped into her clit at every upstroke, sending jolts of electricity through her system, and her nostrils flared as she tried to breathe through her nose.
“Look at me, pet.”
His rough command made her eyes snap to his again, and she swallowed hard around the digits in her mouth. The intensity of his golden gaze was hard to take, as he pinned her in place with the sheer force of his will.
“You’re mine, and when I sink my cock into your cunt, I’m going to sink my fangs into your flesh and mark you as mine.”

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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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Woohoo! Now that’s what I call a hot excerpt!

Thank you for coming – no pun intended – today, Doris.  🙂

Spotlight on Doris O’Connor!!!

Published November 17, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Welcome back, Doris!

Masks of a Tiger is Doris’s new release and it sounds hot! Read on to see for yourself.


Neeve doesn’t understand why any normal person would choose to wear a collar, like a common house pet. So, the collaring ceremony of her best friend’s sister-in-law is the last place she wants to be, even if the hot men watching her send her insides aflame.

Never one for missing the opportunity to teach a bratty sub manners, Grisha intends to show the fiery little redhead the error of her ways. He doesn’t expect to see her drawn to the flame like the proverbial moth. When she hurts herself in ways that even a Dom of his experience finds hard to witness, he knows he needs to help her.

Will their sexual chemistry be enough to chase away their demons and burn away their masks? Or is the submission Grisha demands too much for Neeve to accept?


“Good girl, drink it all.” His voice had dropped an octave, and Neeve’s skin tightened in need. She tried to scoot away from him, but he anticipated her move, and in the flash of an eye he was sitting on the couch with her on his lap. His strong arms tightened around her when she tried to get off. “Stop it. You will just hurt yourself, and I can still put you over my knee.”

He chuckled into her neck when she snorted in frustration, and she glared at him.

“Sure, use your superior strength to make your point. Get off on beating up on women, do you?”

She regretted the words almost the minute they left her mouth, and she didn’t dare look at him.  He went so still, she couldn’t be sure he was even breathing.

His arms tightened around her for an instant, and then he sighed. One of his large hands trailed slowly up her side, until he reached her neck. He gently massaged the knot of tension away.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

The growly whisper was impossible to ignore. She forced her gaze upwards, and the grim determination on Grisha’s face took her breath away.

“Who hurt you, Neeve? Give me the name of the fucking bastard, and I’ll tear him limb from limb.”

The steely determination in his eyes, and the controlled, almost careful, way his chest rose and fell sent shivers down her spine. The tight grip he had on his emotions and the quiet way he studied her made her feel as though she was the prey he was about to pounce on. Rather than fear coursing through her veins, it was an entirely different emotion making her breath hitch and her nipples tighten. He noticed of course. He seemed to notice everything, and his gaze dropped briefly to her breasts. They ached under that quick visual as though he had run his hands over them, and Neeve shook her head.

“I wouldn’t give any man the satisfaction of being able to hurt me. I told you, I’m not a sub.”

Grisha closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them they glittered with barely suppressed fury. His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“If that is truly the way you feel, then why are you still sitting on my lap? Should you not be running away screaming?” He lifted his hands away from her, as if to make his point. “Yet here you sit. Why is that I wonder?”

“I … I… I’m not. … I mean…” Neeve hated how wobbly her voice sounded. Why was she still sitting on his lap?

“I’m sorry.” The words flew from her mouth before she knew she was going to say them. “I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know why I did, really.”

Grisha nodded, once. That was his only reaction. Hands placed on the couch either side of his legs he didn’t move, just watched her with that unwavering attention that pinned her, as though he had tied her to him with invisible bonds.

“Thank you for taking care of this.” She lifted her wrist and tried to smile at him, but her attempt wavered as his expression darkened. He took hold of her hand and turned it over. He bent his head and pressed a kiss into her palm. His hot breath sent tingles up her arm, and she clenched her hand into a fist. He kissed her knuckles, one at a time, before he pressed his lips against the bandage. He licked a path up her inner arm, leaving the most delicious tingles in its wake, and Neeve could almost forget who this man was and what he stood for. When he finally raised his head and looked at her, Neeve struggled to draw breath into her lungs.

“Why do you feel the need to mutilate this beautiful skin, sweetheart?”

“I … you wouldn’t understand. And it’s none of your business.”

He raised an eyebrow and smiled—a slow, sexy as sin, I-can-see-straight-through-your-bullshit-smile—that broke through every one of Neeve’s carefully constructed layers of witty comeback, years of pretense, and cut right into the pain she carried with her, lest she ever forget what happened.

“Trust me.”

The whispered statement hung between them, and Neeve shook her head.

“I don’t know you. How can I trust you?”

“Because sometimes it’s easier to tell someone you don’t know.” He cupped her chin and dug his fingers into her skin hard enough to hurt. “And because I get the whole need to mark skin thing, but you need to do it in a safe manner. I leave marks that fade, never scar. Marks that tease, and arouse, and get you so damn turned on, you’ll have the hottest sex you ever had. Marks that will proclaim I own you, at least whilst in a scene. Think on that, sweetheart, next time you stare into the flame.”

He let go of her so suddenly she felt bereft. As smoothly as he’d placed her on his lap, he moved her off it, until she was sitting on the couch looking up at him. He pulled a card out of his trouser pocket and placed into her hand. He leant down to do so, and Neeve’s stomach flipped over as he drew so close their breaths mingled. Her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation of his kiss—a kiss she suddenly craved with every fiber of her being—a kiss that never came.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”  His lips hovered over hers and when she opened her eyes, he smiled. Arms either side of her body, he obliterated her view of anything but him, but her senses drank in the sight and feel of his powerful body. He’d rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, and opened a few more buttons on his shirt, exposing a smattering of dark hair on his chest, and Neeve’s mouth watered. The contrast of the white shirt against his dark skin mesmerized her. She took in the play of muscles as he straightened away from her. With his tie loose around his neck, and his hands now pushed into his trouser pockets, he was the image of disheveled elegance.

“When you’re ready to trust me, look me up, Neeve.”


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Spotlight on Doris O’Connor!

Published July 18, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Today I welcome Doris O’Connor to my blog. She is a multi-published author of erotic romance. It’s my pleasure to have her back with us to celebrate the release of her newest title, Tiger Scars.

Warning: Explicit language, BDSM, menage


Can some scars ever truly heal?

Cherie ran away from Ink once. She is not going to get the chance to do so again, but helping her heal will take all of his skills as a Dom. Using Shibari, Knife play, and Ménage sex, he shows her that pleasure can be found in the things that haunt her.

Emotionally and physically scarred Cherie has sought refuge at Club Ink, where she keeps everyone at arm’s length. When Ink forces her to face up to her demons, does her submission hold the key to her future happiness? Or will their shared past destroy them once and for all?

Not hot enough for ya? Here’s an excerpt:

She was so fucking beautiful it hurt to look at her. With her arms cuffed high above her head her bountiful tits displayed beautifully, her abundant curves covered in the marks left by his claws, his cum drying on her belly, all he saw was his woman, his mate. He ground his teeth and forced his tiger to stand down, aware of Cherie’s renewed agitation. She yanked on her restraints, her expressive eyes deep pools of molten chocolate widening in fear.

“Stop fidgeting.” He delivered the words with a quick open-handed swat to her mound, and Cherie’s hips bucked off the bed. She bit her lips, and he smiled at her moan when he trailed his index finger through her wet pussy lips and up towards her anus. Her increased scent and the renewed gush of moisture coating his hand told him all he needed to know, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thought of punishment went out of his head, and instead he followed his tiger’s instincts and lowered his head. He inhaled the sweet scent calling him, his fingers digging into Cherie’s thighs to spread her wider still. Her nether lips opened beautifully, so all of her quivering, glistening cunt was there for him to feast over. He had to taste her, to bring her to the brink of orgasm again and again. His smile turned wicked, and he blew against her wet folds. Cherie bucked underneath him, her long drawn out hiss of pleasure music to his ears. He allowed himself one long, slow, lick along her slit, and then bit down on her clit.

Every muscle in Cherie’s body tensed; her breath hitched; her thighs trembled and clenched around his head, and his smile deepened. Nothing used to bring her to the brink faster. He blew against the engorged bud again and allowed his claws to run out. He dug them into her thighs just hard enough to break the skin, to remind her who was in charge.

“Do you need help keeping these open for me?” He growled the words into her pussy, allowing himself another slow lick of her sweet juices, before he raised his head to look at her.

Eyes wide as saucers, her skin flushed, Cherie shook her head, and Ink withdrew his claws and sank his thumb into her nether hole.

His tiger roared at the mark of his possession, Cherie’s whimper of submission making Ink’s cock harden in record time again.

“I can’t hear you, girl.”

He trailed the fingers of his other hand along the lips of her cunt, swirling it slowly around her pearl, and Cherie panted her answer.

“Sorry … no … oh … yes … please. Oh God, don’t stop.”

He flicked her clit once, twice, and inserted another finger into her sphincter, all the while keeping up the circling motion around her clit, designed to drive her higher and higher. His balls grew tight, and his tiger growled at the soft feminine moans filling the air.

He’d played with plenty of willing and experienced subs, and trained lots of new ones, but nothing beat the sweet responsiveness of this woman. That she would give herself so trustingly to him after everything that had happened to her, blew him away. The tell-tale tightening of her quivering muscles under his fingers told him how close she was, and he stepped up his assault.

“Remember who owns your orgasms, baby girl.”

His warning just seemed to excite her further, and he groaned watching her body climb. His cock throbbed, and he tortured himself by rubbing it along the velvet skin of her hip, leaving a wet trail of his pre-cum behind. It took every ounce of his self-control to not just allow himself to slide deep into her welcoming heat. She’d fit him like a glove the first time round, so tight and hot, it had been a miracle he’d had managed to pull out and not spill his seed inside her, like his tiger had urged him to do. He’d only ever lost control with Cherie. From the minute his tiger had scented her all those years ago, he’d known she was his, and she always would be. But he was older and wiser now, and they had a lot of ground to cover still, until they could even think of moving on. The reminder how much was at stake here focused his sole attention on the woman writhing underneath him. Her body tensed, her skin flushed all over, and just as she was about to fly off into ecstasy he withdrew.

Her eyes flew open, and she tried to tense her thighs around him to stop him from leaving. Silly little tigress played right into his hands. He bit down on the soft skin of her inner thigh and slapped the globes of her ass. The red imprint of his hand stood out against the pale skin, and Cherie froze the minute she realized her mistake.

“I’m, sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to.” Her husky whisper had him harden to the point of pain, and he slapped her ass again, satisfied to see the shudder going through her. A few more slaps followed, each one making her wetter until she twisted onto her side of her own accord, grinding her thighs together to get herself off. He put considerable more force behind his last slap to her now red-hot ass and then pulled her down the bed as far as he could, stretching her legs wide and turning her on her front.

“Such pretty words, but you don’t mean them, do you?” He stood back perusing her, and he chuckled at the mutinous look she threw at him over her shoulder.

Much better, baby. Show me some of your sass.

“Yes, I do. I’m sorry, Sir.”

He had to look away to hide his smile, but oh it felt good to have her goading him whilst she was completely at his mercy.

Tiger Scars is available through Evernight and wherever ebooks are sold.

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Spotlight on Doris O’Connor!

Published June 20, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Doris O’Connor is a Multi Published Author of Erotic Romance. She’s the mother of nine children and I honestly don’t know how she finds time to write. Please help me welcome her today as we promote her new release, The Last of his Kind, through Evernight Publishing.


What do you do when you stumble upon a naked, injured Adonis on your morning jog?  You take him home and nurse him back to health of course. If that involves the hottest sex a girl ever had, then so much the better, right?
Penelope Jefferson has returned to her childhood vacation spot at Loch Ness for peace, solitude, and inspiration. When she stumbles upon Doric she is floored by her body’s instantaneous reaction to the clit clenching stranger who washed up from the Loch.
Doric is the last of his kind. Cursed into the Loch by a witches spell he needs acceptance from the very species he detests. When his little human is abducted after their night of bliss, will it spell the end for them both, or will they get to live the fairy tale?


“Well, for starters I haven’t got any clothes.” He chuckled at her sharp intake of breath, when he dropped the material he’d used to cover his arousal. “Of course if you don’t mind, then let’s go.”

“Err, do you mind? Let me find you something better to cover up with. You’ll do someone an injury with…with that.”

She wrenched her eyes up to his face, only for her gaze to stray back down to his hardening cock. Her breathing grew shallow, and the scent of her arousal in the air made his mind up. He would deal with the aftermath in the morning. He needed to heal, and he had the perfect means to achieve that standing in front of him. It had been way too long. He just hoped he could control his true self.


Oh the man was infuriating and arousing in equal measures. She once again wrenched her eyes away from that huge cock, suddenly all too aware how isolated the cottage was. No one would hear her screams, should he choose to attack her. The mere thought had her heart miss a beat, before it turned into a jackhammer, even as the barely functioning rational side of her brain told her not to be so stupid. She was hardly God’s gift to men. He seemed perfectly able to control himself, and everyone knew men’s cocks had a mind of their own. It didn’t mean he would rip her clothes off. She’d never evoked that kind of passion in a man before. She had no boobs to speak of, her hips were too wide, her legs too skinny, and the damn glasses, well, they spelled librarian, not sex goddess, as her ex-fiancé had accused her of acting like all too frequently.

“Has anyone ever told you, you think too much?” His deep voice shook her out of her musings, and his hot breath fogged up her glasses. When had he gotten so close? The tip of his now fully erect cock left a wet stain along her tummy, and Penelope took an involuntary step back. The smile on his face could only be described as predatory, as he matched her step by step until her back hit the wall. She swallowed nervously when he took her glasses off her nose, and pulled the hairband out of her hair. His large hand massaged the back of her neck, and he caged her against the wall until she couldn’t move. Heat suffused her being as his natural scent surrounded her, and his body heat seeped into her very bones. He towered over her, and panic set in for one minute, before the sharp yank of her hair brought tears to her eyes and forced her head up to look at him.

“I asked you a question, ceannbeag.” The softly spoken words held an edge of steel she found unable to resist. Her pussy clenched, and her nipples tightened; and she bit back a moan as he yanked her hair again, just hard enough to hurt, just hard enough for her to soak her panties. A flash of triumph in the depths of his rapidly darkening golden eyes preceded his knowing smile. He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she licked her lips, willing him to close the distance and kiss her. She tried to get her hands up to pull him down for that kiss she so desperately craved, but he had her pinned so effectively, she couldn’t move.

He shook his head at her ineffective attempts.

 “Well? Would you like me to stop those thoughts I see swirling in your eyes? But I warn you.” He pulled back slightly, and Penelope drew a shuddering breath into her lungs. “Thinking will not be allowed, and I expect complete obedience. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Did she? Did she ever! Was this man even real, or was she still asleep and this was all a dream? Who looked like that and washed up on her shore naked, and injured, and still able to turn her insides into a quivering mass of need just by the way he looked at her? He watched her now out of hooded eyes with an unwavering gaze that raised goose-bumps on her flesh. Instantly his warm hands rubbed up and down her exposed arms, and a shiver of a different kind went down her spine. His nostrils flared, and the grip on her arms grew painful.

“If you want me to leave, you have to tell me now.” His voice had dropped an octave, his accent thicker than before. “If you want me to stay, and I sure as fuck hope you do, then know that you’re mine to do with as I see fit. I will use your body until you scream your surrender and my cock has filled you every which way you can think of and some you couldn’t even imagine.”

Oh good God. I’m doomed. If this is a dream then I really must eat more cheese to make sure I have more of them.

“Do I get a safe word?” She barely heard her own whisper over the roaring in her ears. Her heart beat so fast she felt faint and had his body not been holding her up, she would have simply sunk to the floor in a puddle of her own arousal. Never, ever had she been this turned on, and he’d barely touched her.

“Pick one.”


Ooh! Such hot stuff! Need more! 🙂 

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Spotlight on Doris O’Connor

Published January 19, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Please welcome Doris O’Connor, one of my fellow authors at Evernight, with a hot new release.

Doris O’Connor – 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 newborn 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 sexy Alpha heroes and sassy heroines  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 writes contemporary, erotic and paranormal romance.

German born, Doris now resides in the middle of a busy town in Bedfordshire/England and dreams of a nice big house by the sea, with plenty of space to run kids and dogs and let her imagination soar.

Welcome, Doris!

Thanks Lorraine and Hi, great to be here!

What first decided you on writing?

I have always spun stories from as far back as I can remember and I did a lot of writing when I was a teenager. As an adult, life intervened until a friend told me about the Mills & Boon New Voices competition back in September 2010. I entered on the spur of the moment. I literally wrote my first chapter in a day and pressed send. Not something I would recommend you do, lol. Naturally I didn’t get anywhere, but I was determined to finish that ms, so I did. NaNoWriMo followed and I haven’t stopped writing since.

Your books are classified in several genres…Contemporary, Paranormal, Erotic, Multiple Partners, and Shifters/Vampires. Why are you drawn to this type of story?

It’s what I like to read and what the voices in my head tell me. Makes me sound like a complete loon, but really they do. 😉 I have little choice over what I write and I have long since stopped arguing with my characters. They always win!

Where do the ideas come from? (Okay, with 9 kids, I can see where you’ve had plenty of experience to draw on for the erotic bits, but the rest?)

LOL! I knew the kids would get in there somewhere!  Ideas mostly come to me in my sleep. I have dreamt entire scenes before now. Or I wake up with an idea in my head. Sometimes it’s something I have read or seen on the telly. It could literally be anything, a snippet of an overheard conversation, a look, an open lift. I’ve always had an overactive imagination.

What comes first, names of H/h, location or plot?

Look above. It tends to be an idea. Sometimes the H/h pop into my head fully formed with their entire backstory, though that’s rare.

Are you a plotter or pantser?

A panster through and through. I never know what’s going to happen when I sit down to write and my characters always surprise me. The amount of times I have sat there and shook my head. “Oh, we’re going there then, are we? Really?”

When do you find the time to write? What is your typical writing day/night?

There isn’t a typical day in this house! I have to fit it round so many things, writing tends to get done whenever I get a few spare minutes. The bulk of my writing is done in the evenings when the children are asleep. Thankfully, I’m a night owl and can function on very little sleep. The weekend is another time to write. Hubby keeps the kids occupied and I disappear into my writing cave, aka my bedroom.

Though if I’m in the middle of a scene or towards the end of a ms and the characters are talking, then nothing stops me from writing. I have been known to write when I’m cooking and planning out whole scenes in my head whilst on the school run.

Everyone groans when I get ‘that look’ as my hubby calls it. He just rolls his eyes and gets the take out in. I do love that man!

Do you ever have trouble getting into the ‘writing zone’?

Sometimes, in which case I just forget about it and read instead. Always gets my muse fired up again.

My characters ‘speak’ to me as I write their story. Do yours? If so, what’s it like to have vampires breathing down your neck?  

Speak? More like demand, argue, bully, nag and, generally speaking, give me a headache, lol. And do not talk to me about vampires! Sheesh, temperamental or what? Lucas, who readers will have met in my Paranormal romance Lure Of The Blood, nagged and nagged until I wrote his story, then promptly went into a sulk, when three domineering bear shifters popped into my head and took over. You will meet them in my upcoming release Goldie And Her Bears. When I finished their story, he completely refused to talk to me and then decided to go walk about. Kinda difficult to write a HEA when the stubborn vamp won’t show up to claim his lady. Yes, I’m looking at you Lucas. You may well grin now. Keep that up and I rewrite the ending, before I submit!

Errr, sorry, forgot where I was there for a minute….                              

He’s nagging again, see. I need to get on with editing his story, apparently!

If you had to describe yourself, what three words best suit you?

Mum, a bit mad and at times very blonde 😉

If someone else described you, what three words would they use? *evil grin*

Loopy, Loyal and Don’t talk to her first thing in the morning! (Ok, I know that’s more than three words, lol)


Author?  Heidi Rice (have yet to read a book of hers I haven’t loved) and numerous others. The list is ever growing!

Book?  Gone With The Wind

Car? Porsche 911 (in my dreams)

Color? Blue

Desktop or Laptop? Laptop. I don’t even own a desktop anymore

Dessert? Anything with chocolate

Holiday? Somewhere warm

Movie? Pretty Woman

Pen or Pencil? Pen

Penis size? Oops! LOL! My hubby’s 😉 Yes, he made me say that!

Shopping or Baking? Neither. I hate shopping and I need to be in the mood for baking.

Vacation Spot? Not  too fussed, as long as it’s got a beach.

Here in Canada, the changing seasons would be a little different than what you’d experience in England? In fact, it’s freezing cold right now. What is your favorite season? Why?

Autumn. I love the colours of Autumn and when we get an Indian summer, even better.

Do you think you’ll try your hand at different genres in the future? If so, which ones?

I would love to write a YA story. One day, maybe.

What pearls of wisdom would you like to impart to aspiring writers?

Never give up. Write and write and write, find your ‘voice’, enjoy what you do and write some more. Find a good critique group, hone your craft. When it comes to submitting, expect rejections. They’re part of the process, take them on the chin and write some more. Apply any feedback you’re given and try again. Oh and write!

No one is going to write that story for you. 













Too Hot to Handle recently released through Evernight Publishing. I love the cover!

Yes me too. All I was capable of saying when I got it was WOW!

What prompted you to write this story? How long did it take?

The first draft was written during the madness that was NaNoWriMo 2010. I wrote the whole thing in twenty days, and then promptly wrote book two in the series. Then started book three and ground to a halt. Lol. Other stories took priority and Too Hot To Handle has had several re-writes since that original draft. Everyone a little hotter than the one before that, as my writing evolved into the Erotic genre.

I was tossing ideas about with my eldest daughter one late evening, when I was planning what on earth I could write about for Nano. After much discussion and giggles, we settled on a name for my hero Alex Giovanni. Originally the story was going to be set in Italy and my heroine was going to be an au-pair. Then I sat outside my kid’s school waiting for the fire engine to leave….

I giggled to myself, observing several of the female staff being all flirty and silly and my writer’s brain went Aha! So Alex became a firefighter and my heroine Kitty became a school teacher. Then I thought to myself, let’s make this interesting. What if they have history? What if his mamma doesn’t like her? What if he … Well, you’ll have to read it, lol.

The story took on a life of its own and I fell hopelessly in love with Alex and the whole Giovanni, hence the series.

What characteristics/personality traits make your hero and heroine memorable?

Alex is drop dead gorgeous, of course, yet a real family man. The youngest of five siblings and the only male, he is under considerable pressure to do his ‘duty’. He is honorable, loyal, and very committed to his job. It gets him in hot water with his fiery Mamma. One of his sisters describes him as a big kid, he’s been a bit of a playboy in the past, but what he really wants is a family. He is also very passionate and just the right side of naughty 😉

Kitty is a fiery redhead with the temper to match. Not entirely comfortable with her sexuality, it takes Alex to coax her passionate nature out of her. Kitty is responsible, loyal and always tries to do the right thing. She doesn’t entirely succeed and it drives a wedge between Alex and Kitty when he finds out she’s been hiding something from him. She’s no pushover and sparks fly between these two…and I’m not just talking in the bedroom.

Can you share the blurb?

When firefighter Alex Giovanni returns to his old neighborhood to fulfill family obligations, he is reunited with the woman inhabiting his dreams. The sexy siren ran out on him after one explosive night many years ago. Hiding behind her sensible clothes she portrays the perfect image of Miss Prim and Proper and Alex vows to unlock the passionate woman he remembers. Mixing business with pleasure has never been so much fun.

Kitty Jenkins’ orderly life gets turned upside down when Alex walks into her school. Their passion filled night four years ago has left her with a secret that threatens to tear them apart. Giving into Alex is out of the question, regardless of how much her body craves his touch.

When secrets spill and disaster strikes, can their passion turn into love?


 “I wonder.” Kitty’s husky voice made him hard in an instant. “What would happen if I did this?”

She hitched her dress up in slow, seductive movements, undulating her hips ever so slowly, and he swallowed seeing her turn around in slow motion. She kicked off one shoe before bending down in front of him in one sinuous movement. He could just about see the top of her stockings, her pale flesh a direct contrast to the black hold-ups. She picked the discarded shoe up and, straightening, threw it playfully over her shoulder. Alex caught it with a broad grin that grew sinful when her other shoe followed, and she sashayed past him to sit down on the edge of the huge bed.

Shimmying her dress higher still, she proceeded to run one foot ever so slowly up his leg, blazing a trail of awareness, before resting it lightly on the ever-growing bulge in his trousers. Alex groaned at the contact, eliciting a very female smile, and her green eyes darkened. Her own breathing increased, and she ran her tongue over her lips repeatedly. He clenched his fists, imagining those moist lips around his cock. He felt light headed as all his blood shot into his dick, making him hard enough to pound concrete. Fuck it, she was good at this.

“Now what have we here?”

“I would love for you to find out, but you can’t do that from over there.”

Kitty removed her foot with infinite slowness, rubbing it along the entire length of his other leg, leaving that leg, too, on fire. She leaned forward just enough to kiss him lightly on the lips. Before he could deepen the kiss, she giggled and drew away.

“Uhuh. Not so fast. Besides you’re wearing too many clothes still.”

Alex raised his eyebrows at that and chuckled.

“And what are you going to do about that, my green-eyed minx?”

Kitty batted her eyelashes at him playfully. She turned sideways to undo the side zip of her dress.

“Me? Nothing at all. I’m sure a big boy like you can take care of that all by himself.”

She edged away from him a bit more, swaying her hips as she did so.

“Oh dear, this seems to be stuck. Ah no, wait, there we are.” And she dropped the dress off her shoulder. She left the material to slowly glide over her firm, full breasts, spilling over the top of the see-through basque she was wearing, down over her hips until it pooled around her ankles.

Alex, in the middle of shrugging out of his own shirt, growled and propelled himself forward so fast that he almost ran into her in his haste.


Kitty shrieked when Alex grabbed her firmly round the waist and pulled her down on his lap. He imprisoned her there with his arms. His mouth sought hers, and passion exploded between them. She ran her hands over his chest, down towards his tight abs, marveling at the strength underneath all that silky skin, whilst Alex’s hands found the laces on her back. He shifted them both forward on his chair, moving Kitty so that she straddled him completely. His eyes a deep, dark blue, his hands struggled with the laces impatiently until Kitty could hear them snap. She gasped as the cool air hit her fevered skin. She wriggled herself closer, loving the friction between her soft curves and all the hard angles of his torso, and Alex groaned in her mouth, deepening his kisses. It was Kitty’s turn to moan when Alex’s fingers found their way underneath the flimsy G-string she was wearing, before he ripped that, too, and he found her moist folds, aching for his touch. He pushed his fingers into her wet channel in a figure of eight, and Kitty dug her fingernails into his biceps as he scraped along sensitive nerve endings and set her body alive with need.

“There are still too many fucking clothes between us!” With one swift movement Alex tipped them out of his chair and onto the bed, rolling them over in his haste to get closer to her. He landed on top of her and raised himself up on his forearms to study her face. He kissed her nose and groaned when Kitty spread her legs wide, until the hard ridge of his cock dug into her pussy. He thrust into her repeatedly with a wicked gleam in his eyes, and the delicious friction against her clitoris had Kitty push her hips up in time to his thrusts to increase the pressure she needed.

“Jeez, Kitty, you’ll be the death of me. Help a man out here. I want to fuck you properly, and have you coming with my cock buried in side you, not making a mess in my trousers. Besides, how would I explain that stain to the dry cleaners?”

Alex’s voice was hoarse, but his eyes twinkled in amusement; and Kitty giggled.

“Well, if you put it like that, big boy.” His eyes darkened, and he groaned when she pulled down the zipper and palmed his cock. Already pre-cum gathered on its purple tip, aiding her hand’s effortless slide up and down his thick girth as he hardened and swelled further in her grasp. Alex thrust into her hand, his eyes closed, the veins in his neck bulging with the effort it took to hold himself in check as his cock quivered in her fingers. She released his dick and pushed his trousers further down his lean hips. Digging her feet into the bed for leverage she pushed against him and flipped him over until she lay on top of him, her pussy sitting on his taut abdomen. Alex massaged her breasts, and Kitty leaned forward, offering her breasts to him. Alex growled and took one erect nipple into his mouth, the vibrations shooting along her body, and Kitty moaned her approval when Alex bit down. One hand on her other breast, one hand on her  hip, he moved her until her pussy slid across his cock, and they both groaned.

Kitty scooted away, and Alex swore as he raised himself up on his elbows.

“Dammit, Kitty, I want you.”

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Thanks so much for having me here today, Lorraine.

You’re very welcome, Doris. Best of luck.

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