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.
*chuckles*
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?
Excerpt:
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."
Thanks again for having me on your blog, Jennifer. This was fun :-)
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