This month’s inspirational author is Doris O’Connor who astounds me that she finds time to write despite having nine kids!!
Thanks so much for having me here today J
I'm a multi-published and dare I say it, bestselling Erotic Author of all things naughty. I still have to pinch myself at times, when I say that. To think that readers and publishers alike enjoy the imaginings of my murky mind is humbling and terrifying and awesome all rolled into one. After, all, this is just me, doing what I love.
When I'm not writing, I'm managing a busy household of eleven people, that is Hubby and myself and our brood of nine. The eldest has now left home, but that still leaves eight of them, plus two dogs, a cat, and four gerbils.
We live in the UK and Hubby/Sir and I recently celebrated our 24th wedding anniversary. I write both contemporary and paranormal stories, which nearly always have at least BDSM elements in them—I can't think why…. *grins*
Congrats on the anniversary, sweetie.
Tell us about your latest book.
The Housewife and the Film Star is the first manuscript I've ever completed, and therefore is very special to me. It has now been re-written for the third time, and it's the second time it's been published. This was previously available as Scandinavian Scandal, and when the publisher closed its doors, and I got my rights back, I completely revamped the story yet again.
At 66K it's the longest story I've ever written J
Here's the Blurb:
When International movie star Sven Larsson meets young widowed mum of three, Sylvia, the sexual chemistry between them is instant and explosive, and plastered all over the papers. Sven needs to repair his damaged reputation. The last thing he needs is another scandal, but the Dom in him can't resist the challenge Sylvia represents.
Having survived an abusive marriage, Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a man of Sven's reputation. Her submissive side can't help but be drawn to him, however, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. This private, broken, Sven she cannot help but fall in love with, even if he doesn't do love.
With the paparazzi breathing down their necks at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they ever be able to find happiness?
A first book is always special and I am so glad you’ve got the rights to your first book back.
What makes a great hero?
The right amount of swagger and arrogance, mixed in with tender vulnerability that he only shows to the heroine. He's a true Alpha, passionate, possessive, protective, honorable, with a bit of bad boy aura.
He can and should have flaws, because none of us are perfect, and he needs to undergo a journey that makes us as the readers fall in love with him at the same time, or sometimes even before the heroine does.
I love a truly tortured hero, who needs the love of a good woman to help him heal.
He also needs a good sense of humor, and not take himself too seriously sometimes, and if he's drop dead gorgeous, that always helps, of course.
By far his most attractive quality, however, is his devotion to the heroine, even if he fights that with every step he takes. It's all about the journey.
Is there any trivia about your latest/forthcoming story that you can share with us (eg, the name of a real life pet that you used in the story)?
My heroine's son Timmy is very closely based on my second youngest son. He was three when I wrote the first draft of this story, and there is a rather amusing scene where Timmy runs head first into Sven's groin. That's taken straight from real life, because my son used to do that all the time. He was and still is a human ping pong ball, even now, aged 6, lol, and he used to charge towards men, and they'd always cover their assets. It was rather amusing, especially, as he used to floor my oldest son all the time.
When did you write your first book (and is it published)?
Lol, it's this one. I wrote the first chapter for a writing competition in September 2010, and even though I didn't get anywhere in the competition, I finished the story and subbed it. Again, I didn't get anywhere, so re-wrote it from scratch and turned it into an Erotic romance, which was published in November 2011.
Having re-written it now for the third time, I'm very happy that Sven and Sylvia have found a home with Evernight Publishing.
What’s your guiltiest pleasure?
Oh, I have so many, lol, but perhaps my guiltiest is my research for Sexy Man Friday, which is a weekly feature on my Facebook page. Hubby rolls his eyes, when he looks over my shoulder, especially at the naughtier pics I find.
It’s called ‘research’!!!
How do you come up with inspiration for your books?
Ah, the million dollar question. I have an overactive and unpredictable muse, who bombards me with snippets of ideas all the time. Some never come to anything, others take off. Others, still, a surprisingly large number, in fact, start off as flashes. There's nothing as inspiring as when a picture speaks to me.
Sometimes, I have no clue, as to where an idea has come from, and I've dreamt numerous storylines. My muse seems at its most active when I'm asleep, or relaxing in the bath. Go, figure.
If you had one item to take into the bedroom with you what would it be?
A flogger J Hubby is rather good at wielding one when he is in Sir mode, and can get me into sub space very quickly.
Yep, same for me. I like a flogger, too.
Favourite rainy day activity?
Reading, always reading. It's the way I relax.
How fans can find you on the internet?
The warm glow of contentment filled her, as he patted her head. She'd pleased her Sir.
When he finally moved, her heart flipped over in her chest at the tender look in his eyes. He pulled her onto his lap in one fluid move. "I seem to recall I was going to fuck you senseless, not the other way round, though I do love a resourceful sub."
"I had a good teacher, Sir."
His amused chuckle danced across the sensitive skin of her neck and left gooseflesh in its wake. Her eyes fluttered shut with a moan, when he licked up the soft column of her neck, and inhaled deeply.
"I love your scent. I can never get enough of it, especially when I can smell myself on you. Did you like my cock in your mouth, pet? Did it make you all hot and wet for me? Are you wet now?"
Sven took her needy moan in his mouth and deepened the kiss. His teeth grazed her lips, and then he bit down. The slight pain sent a fresh wave of moisture through the lace of her thong, and she rubbed her thighs together in fevered anticipation.
An open handed swat to her thigh stopped her.
"You know better than that, pet, don't you? Trying to get yourself off will earn you a punishment."
The way he said punishment had her stomach tighten in anticipation.
"I'm sorry, Sir."
Sven cupped her chin and studied her face. Amusement and affection danced in the azure depths of his gaze, and she sat transfixed, as his eyes darkened further in a heated promise.
"Is my pet ready for me to teach her something new?"
Oh God yes.
"I can't hear you, pet."
Framing her face with his hands, he pulled her back, and pinned her in place with a wicked smile.
"Get on the bed for me, pet, and assume the position. Keep your shoes on. Close your eyes and wait for me."
Sylvia scrambled to comply, and she cursed under her breath when her legs got entangled in her dress. She tried to reach the zipper, but the click of his tongue stopped her.
"Did I tell you to undress, pet?"
His voice had dropped an octave, and Sylvia froze.
"No, Sir, I'm sorry. I just thought that you'd want me naked."
With her eyes closed, she couldn't see his approach. She sensed it, however. There was the faint breeze, as he disturbed the still air in the room, and then something soft teased along the bare skin of her back.
"Do you know what this is, pet?" he asked in a deceptively lazy drawl that made her pussy clench in need.
"The flogger, Sir."
"Good girl. Is there anything we need to discuss before I use this, pet?"
"No, Sir. I'm all good. Can I ask a question, though, Sir?"
Again he trailed the ends over her back, and then over her shoulder until the leather strands fell into her cleavage.
Instantly her nipples puckered, and her breasts tingled. Sylvia's breath came in short puffs of anticipation, and her blood rushed in her ears.
"Ask away, pet."
"If you're going to use the flogger, will you not want me naked, Sir?"
His amused laugh skittered over her senses, and the bed dipped, as he nipped her shoulder with his teeth.
"I want to be the one to undress you. I want to unzip your dress and lick my way all down your soft skin. I want to eat all of you until you scream my name, and then, I'm going to flog that luscious ass of yours until it's red."
Sven skimmed his knuckles down her front as he whispered those words. His fingers found her straining nipples, and shards of pure lust shot down to her pussy with every pinch and roll.
"I have wanted to do that since I saw you standing on my stairs, pet." His mouth followed where his hands had been moments before, and she almost screamed when his lips closed over one hard nipple through the dress and sucked hard. His hands continued their journey as his mouth moved over to her other nipple, and she arched her back with another deep moan. Sylvia grabbed his hair and pushed him closer to her breasts.
"Oh God, Sven, I need you."
Instantly, she knew she'd messed up. He slowly untangled her fingers and simply looked at her, until she dropped her gaze to her knees.
"I'm sorry, Sir."
"Count yourself lucky I feel in a generous mood tonight, pet."