I'm moving! So long, blogger...

Hey, lovely peeps, as the title says, this old bird is on the move. Why, I hear you ask. Well, unless you've been living under a rock you will have heard that Blogger are banning 'explicit adult content' from their blog. I like many others received an e-mail in my inbox, telling me that my blog was one of the ones identified as containing such content.


You can read more about this new policy here.

Bearing in mind that I am an erotic author, this will just not do. I have no idea whether my book covers are acceptable under these new standards. And what about some of the Flash pictures. Those of you following my blog will know that I never post anything that isn't tasteful, yet I still received that e-mail.

No doubt mass generated, and send out to all of us who have an Adult content warning, but their descriptions are just too vague for my liking. This blog may or not be deemed to be within their standards.

*shrugs*

I'm not prepared to hang around and find out if I pass muster. Not when my website offers a blogging facility.

So as of rigt now, you will find all my usual ramblings, rants, squeals, awesome guests and regular features at my new blog.

http://www.dorisoconnor.com/my-blog

I don't think you can follow over there, like you can here, but those of you, who subscribe to my blog posts might want to subscribe to my new blog's RSS feed.

http://www.dorisoconnor.com/6/feed

I am told by the clever people at Weebly that this feed is not compatible with Google Chrome as yet, unless you download Chrome's free extension.

It works fine with Inernet Explorer, Safari or Firefox, however, so you won't have to miss any of my ramblings, unless you want to, of course.

I shan't hold it against you - much...

*sniggers*

Only kidding. See you over there, lovely peeps.

Stay naughty,

D xxxx

MWTease from Cat's Rescue - Uniform Fetish "You. Are. Mine." #comingsoon @evernightpub #interracial #bdsm

Happy middle of the week, peeps, and what a week it's been so far. Take it from me, do not have three releases in eight days.... it's not good for your health.

*winks*

Only kidding, it is, of course, hugely exciting, even if my mind is spinning.

Just to prove how much, I'm teasing twice today. The lovely Raven McAllan has me on her blog today with a tease from yesterday's release, Carmel's Choice, which you can find here.


I'm going to tease from Cat's Rescue, which is my story in the Uniform Fetish Anthology which releases this Friday. This is an interracial BDSM story, and Rhys is a fire fighter.

To set the scene, Rhys has just rescued Cat off the ledge she was perched on to rescue her neigbour's cat, and he's making his intentions toward Cat very clear.

 “And where would you go, my little cat? It’s the middle of the night. You’re in your fuck me night dress, which I must say was a delicious surprise about you.” He smiled as her color deepened to the most delightful blush. “It’s freezing out there, you’ve locked yourself out of your flat on a misguided rescue mission of one ungrateful little feline, and the one person who has your spare key is fast asleep and deaf. Where exactly are you going to go to? Always assuming that I would let you walk out of here, and that’s never going to happen. Not dressed like that, anyway.”

“You can’t keep me here against my will.” Cat flung the words into the room.

He chose not to respond, just took a long swig of his own cocoa. The sweet flavor coated his tongue, and he inhaled deeply of the comforting aroma. Most men would choose a stiff drink at the end of a long shift, and Rhys was certainly not averse to drowning his sorrows, but he preferred simpler pleasures that kept your head clear. Besides hot cocoa reminded him of the times when he was little and all of his worries were soothed by his mother’s presence and the ever present cup of chocolate.

Mother, God rest her soul, would approve of his little cat. Her dying wish had been for him to settle down and start a family, but he’d never found a woman that would make him even consider doing so, until the day Cat had walked into his station and he’d fallen instantly in love.  His mother had always said it would happen, yet he had never been sure if he believed her. A single mum herself, she had nonetheless held onto the dream of living happily ever after with the one person you’re destined to be with.

Rhys swore under his breath, as the reality of his feelings hit him in the gut, and he put his cup down, mindful of the white knuckled grip he had on it. It would freak Cat out completely if he broke his mug with his bare hands. She looked ready to bolt as it was.

Instead he took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. Cat watched him through wide eyes, and she carefully took several sips of her drink. Her tense expression relaxed, and he didn’t miss her groan of appreciation—such a deep throated sound that his cock jumped back to full alert, and he crunched his jaw together. He bet she would make those sounds as he ate her out, pushing her toward an orgasm he would not let her have until she begged him for it.

Some of his thought processes must have shown on his face, because Cat’s hands wobbled, and he reached across to take the mug off of her, before she added burned fingers to her list of injuries to hold against him. He put the mug down on the table behind her and ran a hand through his hair.

Cat bit her lip and looked worried.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. Of course you wouldn’t hold me against my will. I-I seem to not be able to act like a rational person around you. It’s just … just … oh hell.”

She looked so adorably flustered that Rhys had to laugh.

“Would it help if I told you, that you have the same effect on me, little cat?”

“I do?” she asked, and then slapped a hand over her mouth, and shook her head. “I meant what I said. I will not—”

“Be one of my women, I get that loud and clear, but tell me, girl,” she blanched as he let his voice drop, and suddenly found the floor most interesting. The act was such a submissive tell that the dominant in him roared. “Where are all those women you seem to think I have? You can inspect my bedpost if you like.” She squirmed at that, and he grinned. “You won’t find any notches. What you will find, however, are leather restraints with your name on them, girl, and if you’ll insist on insulting me, there’s a paddle that would leave a beautiful mark on your ass for days to come. Every time you sit down it would remind you of who you belong to, and that I will only tolerate so much sass from my girl. And. You. Are. Mine.” He accentuated every word with a tap of his forefinger on the tip of her cute button nose, and Cat’s breathing turned so shallow she was in danger of hyperventilating.

“And breathe, sweet girl. I want you passing out from pleasure or happily floating in sub space, not anxiety.” Giving into the need to touch her, taste her, he bent down and brushed his lips across hers. Cat groaned, and Rhys took advantage and slipped his tongue past her lips. His cat tasted of chocolate and the unique flavor that was all aroused woman. Hic cock jerked painfully against his jeans, and his groan joined her feminine mewl when she kissed him back.

Rhys fisted his hands in her hair to angle her head to his satisfaction, and he took charge of the kiss, deepening it until all he could taste and feel was his woman’s surrender to his will. By the time he finally broke away they were both breathing heavily, and Cat almost fell off the chair as she followed him when he pulled away and straightened up slowly. His hands on her shoulders steadied her, and she blinked several times to get her eyes to focus on him. Only a small ring of moss green remained around the outer edges of her irises, her pupils so dilated that her eyes looked almost black. Oh yes, her body responded to him beautifully. There was no doubt in his mind that his cat wanted him as badly as he wanted her, if only she would shut off her brain and allow herself to feel. Her submission would be so sweet to witness, as she came apart under his hands.

For the umpteenth time since he’d seen her on that ledge he adjusted his prick away from the zipper of his jeans, and his balls drew tight as Cat licked her lips, her gaze transfixed on that action. How he wished he had the authority over her to order her to her knees and to suck him off.

Instead, he forced himself to take a step back.

Blurb for Cat's Rescue:

What’s a girl to do when her elderly neighbor’s beloved Miss Pitty Pat seems injured and stranded on the ledge outside in the middle of the night? Rescue her, of course. Never mind the small matter of being afraid of heights, and ending up stranded on that ledge in nothing but a sexy negligée.

Firefighter Rhys can’t quite believe his eyes when he sees the hot as hell school teacher from across the road seemingly stuck on a ledge. There’s only one thing to do. Get his little Cat off that ledge and finally make her his.

After all, she is now at this Dom’s mercy, and it’s only proper to spank that luscious ass for scaring him half to death.


Cat’s rescues have never been such fun.

The Uniform Fetish Anthology is on Pre-order now!

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As ever a big thank you to Sandra Bunino who brings us teasers all together every week. If you're an author then why not join us next week, You can sign up on Sandra's Blog.

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Hope you enjoyed my tease, and don't forget to check out the other awesome teasers. You will not be disappointed. I know my TBR pile grows every week.

Stay naughty, folks,

D xxx

#ReleaseDaySquee Carmel's Choice is here! #bdsm #mfm @sirenbookstrand #giveaway

Woop, woop! Today sees the release of Carmel's Choice, and I'm just a tad excited. You know, ever since I wrote a flash here on this blog, a loooong time ago, featuring a disabled Dom, that premise stuck with me, and I finally wrote that story in Carmel's Choice.

I tell you I alternated between crying and fanning myself when I wrote this, and I hope readers will love these three as much I do. So without further ado, and because it IS release day, you can read the entire first chapter right here.

Don't forget to enter the Giveaway too. I'm giving away a $10 GC and two e-books from my back list.

[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

It’s just one night of kinky sex. What could possibly go wrong?

When the birthday present from her Master is one night of no holds barred kinky sex with his ex-army buddy, Carmel Blythe doesn’t know what to think. A good subbie obeys her Master’s wishes, however, and there is no denying the instant connection she has with this experienced Dom.

Topping Gideon’s gorgeous wife is the least Nash Jonas can do to repay the debt he owes the man. After all, Gideon took the bullet aimed at Nash—the very one that cost the other man his army career and put him in a wheelchair. If only Nash could keep those pesky emotions out of the deal.

Gideon cannot stand to see the sadness in his wife’s eyes, nor the restlessness in his best buddy’s soul. Pushing the two people he loves together will surely satisfy everyone’s physical and emotional needs.

Carmel’s choice may well change everything…

Available from Bookstrand at a 10% discount

http://www.bookstrand.com/carmels-choice

CARMEL’S CHOICE

DORIS O’CONNOR

Copyright © 2015

Chapter One

This was why she hated going to these things on her own. Carmel swigged back her double martini and barely suppressed a groan as she pulled the hem of her clingy red dress further down her stockinged leg. The menace of the evening, otherwise known as Sean, as he’d introduced himself earlier, made a beeline straight to her. The overweight, balding wannabe gigolo, who seemed incapable of taking the hint, barely avoided colliding with the new Mr. and Mr. Featherington. Not that the two men engaged in a lip-lock would have noticed if he had.

The ghost of a smile kicked up her lips. It was good to see her old school friend so happy. Lars had taken a lot of stick for his sexual preferences when they’d been growing up. Something Carmel had never understood, even then. Her refusal to join in the “pick on the gay pervert” game had meant she’d been ostracized, too. Not that it had mattered much. Lars and her against the world, and all that, together with their friend Nicole. It was a pity she couldn’t be here today.

Even though they’d gone to different universities, they’d all kept in touch, and when Lars had sent Carmel the invite to his wedding, she couldn’t have refused to go, especially when Nicole wasn’t able to attend. One of them had to be there to see Lars hitched at long last. Carmel had never met a more romantic fool than Lars, with the exception of Gideon, of course.

True to form, her Sir had insisted that she go to the wedding, even though he was out of town on business.

His voice had brooked no argument.

“You will go, and you will enjoy yourself. Wear that little red dress for me. You know what to wear with it, and think of me. If you’re a good girl, you might even get a surprise. It is your birthday weekend after all.”

There had been an odd twinkle in his amber eyes when he’d said that. She knew that look. Gideon was up to something, and refusing to obey his instructions was not something she could do. The heated approval in his expression, when he’d watched her via Skype as she got dressed according to his instructions, had meant she’d not needed any lube to insert the vibrating egg. Her internal muscles clenched around it now, just remembering the sound of his husky voice. His voice alone had the power to send shivers down her spine, and make her wet in seconds.

“That’s my girl. I want you to wear that all day. As you dance, and laugh, and flirt, it will remind you who you belong to.”

As though she was likely to forget. Carmel fingered her delicate day collar and signaled to the barman to refill her glass. The egg shifted inside, and she gasped as the unmistakable vibrations started. Only Gideon had the remote and he was thousands of miles away in New York. Wasn’t he?

Carmel’s gasp turned into a groan as the vibrations increased. She slapped her hands flat on the surface of the bar, and tried to regulate her breathing, dimly aware of Sean sliding in the stool next to her.

“There you are. If I was given to flights of paranoia, I’d say you’re avoiding me.”

His alcohol-laced breath blew in her face as the obnoxious man leaned in close and laughed at his little joke. Carmel ground her teeth together and closed her eyes, desperately trying to stay off the orgasm that blasted egg was fast hurtling her toward. She would not come in front of Mr. Wandering Hands—Sean. No doubt he’d think she’d come from his presence alone. Sure enough, one of his beefy hands settled on her thigh and squeezed. The egg’s vibrations increased again, and perspiration dotted her lips. Her hair stuck to her damp neck, and moisture slid down her shoulder blades like the beads of water collecting on her glass in front of her.

“Say, are you quite all right, Carmel. You look flushed. Not coming down with something, are you?” Sean’s slightly slurred voice grated on her nerves, and she breathed a sigh of relief when the vibrations inside her core stopped as suddenly as they’d started. Still, she was so revved up that it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. Carmel took hold of her glass and swigged the contents down in one go. Welcome heat bathed her insides, and she pushed the noxious little man away from her.

“Nothing that getting away from you couldn’t help.” She tempered the harsh words with a small smile, not wishing to cause a scene at Lars’s wedding, but really, this Sean was too much. His hand on her thigh still inched higher, so close to the crotch of her now-soaked panties, she was surprised he hadn’t noticed. The thought that he would assume she was wet for him turned her stomach.

“Get your fucking hands off of me, Sean.” She hissed the words through gritted teeth. A hiss that turned into a groan, as the egg’s vibration kicked in again.

Shit. The thing had to be faulty. This was just her damn luck.

“Oh, come on, lady. You’ve given me the signal all evening, what with your little red dress and come-fuck-me eyes, and now you’re holding out on me? Look around, I’m the only non-puff here, so let’s have some fun.” He sneered at her and inched closer again.

“I said nooo…ah…damn.”

Her rebuff turned into a long, drawn-out moan, as she tried to get off the stool and the damn toy pressed against her G-spot. Pleasure surged through her. Hot, hard, intense, and all the more shocking due to the fact that she hadn’t come in three weeks. Gideon always placed her under a strict no-orgasm rule while he was away on business. It made their reunions all the more explosive, but it was damn inconvenient right now.

She screwed her eyes shut against the vision of herself in the mirrors behind the bar as her orgasm tore through her, and she bit her lips and groaned to stop her scream. Fingers curled in a white-knuckled grip around the bar counter’s edge, her nostrils flared as she tried to get her breathing back under control.

“That was beautiful, pet.” The deep, warm voice behind her wrapped itself around her senses. Like molten chocolate, it dripped into her consciousness, and the submissive inside bathed in the warm glow of approval. She didn’t recognize this man’s voice, but it held the edge of command that only an experienced Dom could bring to the table. His earthy, spicy scent enveloped her as he stepped so close that the heat of his body scorched her back through the thin fabric of her dress. Hot puffs of air ghosted across her neck as he whispered into her ear.

“Breathe, pet, and sit down. Keep your eyes closed for me, or I’ll have to blindfold you in front of your friends. I’m just going to deal with the rodent who seems to have attached itself to you.” She could feel the smile in the butterfly kiss this man delivered to the sensitive skin under her neck, and a shiver of need went down her spine.

“Who are you?” she whispered.

“Your birthday present, sweet thing.”

Carmel’s heart gave several erratic bumps before it settled into a somewhat predictable, if far too fast rhythm. What did he mean, he was her birthday present? Tears gathered behind her closed eyelids and threatened to spill down her cheeks. The temptation to open her eyes and see who Gideon had sent to her was almost impossible to resist. Her brave, impossibly generous Sir, who held her heart and her submission in his hands—always.

“Hey, you oaf, get your hands off of her. She’s mine.”

Sean’s whiny voice broke through her happy thoughts, and she shook her head in denial. Strong, callused fingertips grazed her jaw, and ran a path of heated awareness down her neck before they squeezed her shoulder in a silent command.

“Really? You do surprise me. From what I observed, this young lady has been trying to avoid you all evening. Following her around like a dog in heat makes you a stalker. Now, be a good boy and run along.”

“I’m not a fuckin’…That is…You have no right…”

Sean’s blustering seemed to have no effect, as her companion’s amused chuckle filled the air. Movement to her right told her that he’d stepped away, and she held her breath as the air seemed to thicken with the unmistakable odor of impending violence. The fine hair on her arms rose as her other senses heightened to compensate for her lack of vision.

“Get yourself a coffee, and sober up, or leave. Those are your only options here. If you need help I shall gladly facilitate your exit from the premises.”

His voice deepened as he spoke, and Carmel’s stomach tightened in anticipation. The clipped cadence of this man’s words signaled his annoyance loud and clear, and she was glad she was sitting down. Her wobbly legs would not be able to support her right now otherwise. She wouldn’t want to encounter that voice if they were in a scene. Goose bumps broke out across her exposed arms at the mere thought of encountering his displeasure. This man had an edge to him that reminded her of how Gideon used to be, before…

Carmel pushed those disturbing thoughts away. There was no point in dwelling on what they used to have. They were happy as they were, and she loved Gideon with all of her heart. Together they could withstand whatever life threw at them. She knew that. Again her eyes filled with tears at her husband’s thoughtfulness to arrange this—whatever this would turn out to—for her birthday.

Over the rapid beat of her heart, the sounds of a brief scuffle reached her, as though Sean had been stupid enough to put up a struggle, and then her present was back.

“I feel the need to apologize for not interfering earlier, but your Master was very specific in his requirements.” Heat engulfed her once more as the owner of that voice leaned in, and Carmel straightened when he ran what felt like his knuckles up her spine until his hand rested on her nape underneath her hair. The grip, though loose, nonetheless spoke of his possession, and Carmel sighed.

“That’s my girl. You just relax, count to ten, and then open your eyes. The newlywed couple is leaving. Go and say your good-byes and then come and see me in my room.”

He slipped a key card into her hand, and Carmel tightened her fingers around it with a gasp, as he chose that moment to brush her mouth with his. The kiss was as light as butterfly wings, yet she felt it all the way to her toes.

“There is something else I have to tell you, as per the instructions I was given. This is your choice. You either come to see me or not. There will be no repercussions either way, but know this. I very much look forward to marking that pale skin with my hands and teeth, and seeing you come apart for me.”

His breath mingled with hers as he spoke, and Carmel’s breathing sped up at the heated promise in those few words. They conjured up all sorts of delicious scenarios in her head, and she clenched her thighs to ease the resultant ache in her pussy. It had been so long since…

“Are we clear, pet?” he asked, and Carmel nodded.

“Yes, Sir, crystal.”

“Good girl, then count.”

The air moved, taking his intoxicating scent with him, and Carmel dutifully counted in her head, and opened her eyes. There was no sign of her rescuer from the hands of Sean. Only the bartender, who looked at her with a slight smile on his face, and Carmel’s cheeks heated in embarrassment. Of course he would have witnessed the whole thing. The sounds of Lars’s leaving song blasting through the air galvanized her into action and she dashed off as fast as her sling-back stilettos would let her.

Time to say good-bye to Lars and to make a decision.

******

Hope that got you intrigued. Stay naughty, folks.
D xxxx



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#SexySnippets from Carmel's Choice "Give him a show, girl." #bdsm #mfm @sirenbookstrand

Happy Sunday, folks. I really was spoiled for choice today, as to what to tease from. Under His Boss released on Thursday, Carmel's Choice comes out on Tuesday and The Uniform Fetish Anthology on the 27th.

Yes, yes, I know, Doris overload ;-)

*snort*

In the end I decided on Carmel's Choice, so without further ado here is your snippet. Sightly longer than seven, forgive me, but I didn't want to cut Gideon short.

To set the scene, they are sitting in a motorway service station car park and the guy parked across from them has cottoned on to what they are doing. Gideon likes to be watched...and so does Carmel.

“Ah, we have an audience, it seems. Spread your legs, and show me how wet you are for me, dove.”

Heat climbed into Carmel’s cheeks, but she dutifully pulled her dress up and slid her fingers through her wet slit. A whimper escaped her as even that action made her pussy clench, and she dropped her gaze as the stranger sat up and grinned at her.

“Oh, no, you don’t. Look at him while you show me your fingers. I want him to get so turned on that he’ll have to jack off. Like I said, give him a show, girl. Let him see what a naughty little wife I’ve got, and let him wish he could taste you.”

[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

It’s just one night of kinky sex. What could possibly go wrong?

When the birthday present from her Master is one night of no holds barred kinky sex with his ex-army buddy, Carmel Blythe doesn’t know what to think. A good subbie obeys her Master’s wishes, however, and there is no denying the instant connection she has with this experienced Dom.

Topping Gideon’s gorgeous wife is the least Nash Jonas can do to repay the debt he owes the man. After all, Gideon took the bullet aimed at Nash—the very one that cost the other man his army career and put him in a wheelchair. If only Nash could keep those pesky emotions out of the deal.

Gideon cannot stand to see the sadness in his wife’s eyes, nor the restlessness in his best buddy’s soul. Pushing the two people he loves together will surely satisfy everyone’s physical and emotional needs.

Carmel’s choice may well change everything…

Releases Feb 24th and available for pre-order now at a 10% discount

http://www.bookstrand.com/carmels-choice

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Flash Fiction Friday - Farewell #FFF

Happy Friday, folks. Here's today's tease. It's a sad one, I'm afraid.

“Dad, we’ve got to go. They’re ready for her now.”

Harry turned round slowly, and his daughter’s face fell when she saw what he clutched in his hands.

“I can’t,” he said. “I can’t do this.”

Giselle gently tugged the picture out of his gnarled hands, and smiled down at it.

“You can, Dad. You have to. Besides, she’ll always be with us in here.” She put her hand over his heart, and smiled.

It was her mother’s smile, and Harry shook his head, as his grief hit him anew.

“I can’t live without her,” he said.

“Yes, you must.”

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Friday Flashers have 100 words to tell a story from the provided picture prompt. Do check out the other flashers. You won't be disappointed. :-)

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Till next week, folks.

D x  

#ReleaseDay Squeal - Under his Boss is here #mm @evernightpub #officeromance #bdsm

*excited squeal*

I'm so happy that you'll get to meet my boys today. Under his Boss started right here on this blog, and you can see the original Flashes here and here.

James and George grabbed hold of me and wouldn't let go until I told their story. I  had great fun getting to know these two, so without further ado I give you Under his Boss.

Blurb:

~Love is a precious thing~

When James Dyllon finds an explicit card on his desk he doesn’t know what to think. His hot as Hades boss has never given him the slightest indication that he returns James’ affections, so this card can’t be from him. Two male lovers entwined—someone is having a laugh at his expense.

George MacKenzie is done lusting after James from afar. A New Year brings with it the opportunity for change and George is tired of hiding. Since taking over the company after his father fell ill, he is finally in a position to act on his feelings, and he wants James. The card might be a feeble attempt, but at least James does not seem disinterested.

Together they will be able to weather anything, as long as he can convince James that he really does want forever.

Buy Links:

Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/under-his-boss-by-doris-oconnor

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Under-His-Boss-Doris-OConnor-ebook/dp/B00TOYJO0A/

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Under-His-Boss-Doris-OConnor-ebook/dp/B00TOYJO0A/

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/under-his-boss-mm

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-underhisboss-1750438-147.html

Add it to your Goodreads TBR shelf

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Ready for a little exclusive excerpt?

James has wanted his boss in like forever, but he's not going to give in that easily...

*****

 “Are you going to answer me? Are you even into men, or am I just some little experiment for you. An itch to scratch, before you—“

“No.” That one growled word sliced through the air, and James took a step back at the barely controlled fury in the other man’s ice blue gaze. Gone was the professional detachment George always showed in the office and James swallowed hard, when George yanked the tie he wore over his head and threw it on the desk next to the card. He opened several buttons on his shirt, as though he found it hard to breathe. The action exposed the strong column of his neck with his prominent Adams apple, which bobbed wildly as he swallowed hard. George screwed the card up in his fist, scowled at the crunched up paper in his hand, and dropped it back on the desk as though it had burned his digits.

“Damn it, have I ever given you the impression that I would treat you like that, James?”

There was a wealth of hidden emotion behind those few words, and James shook his head when his boss’s azure gaze connected with his. Fury, hurt, uncertainty, and some other much deeper emotion all chased each other in the depths of George’s eyes, like storm clouds on a summer’s day. They stared at each other for several tension filled moments, before James shook his head.

“No, you haven’t. I just have a hard time wrapping my head around this sudden change of attitude. You never once gave me any indication that you were even remotely interested. I thought this was all completely one sided on my part, and…”

His words trailed off when George smiled. The action lit up his handsome features, and James realized with a start that that was the first, truly open smile he had ever seen his boss give to anyone. This wasn’t just the obligatory quirk of the lips, reserved for everyone. No, this was an open, see right to the bottom of his soul smile that lit up his eyes. It chased away the brewing storm clouds in his gaze until only brilliant blue remained. George had to clear his throat several times before he spoke.

“So, you are interested then?” At James’s curt nod, George flopped down into the chair next to him, shut his eyes and blew out a huff.

“Thank fuck for that. I was beginning to think I’d made a complete fool out of myself, and completely misread you. I mean, it’s been a while since I did… well.” The most endearing blush spread over George’s sculpted cheek bones, and he leant forward in his chair, and rested his forearms on his thighs. The action only emphasized the width of his shoulders, as the fine linen of his shirt pulled tight across them and the rolled up sleeves shifted further up his strong arms. George wasn’t just the pampered pencil pushing son of a successful business man. His body spoke of the years he’d spent in the army, and he clearly still kept himself in tip top condition, despite being firmly entrenched in civilian life for the last year.

“How long has it been?” James asked, and George threw him a wry grin.

“A few years. Last time I was on leave and hooked up with this guy I met in a bar. I was drunk, and he hit on me, and… well, it was fun, let’s leave it at that. It also made me realize that the best sex I ever had has been with guys, and that I’ve been deluding myself to even entertain the notion of going straight, despite the old man.” George paused and sighed, and James rounded the desk and perched his butt on the edge of it. He reached out to touch the other man’s shoulder, and a shudder went through George’s frame. James too, gasped at the surge of connection that shot up his arm. He let his hand linger and stroked his fingertips along his boss’s collar. Warm, soft skin greeted him, and he trailed his hand higher, and giving into his earlier urge, ran his fingers through George’s hair, and brushed them through the thick mop at the top. George’s groan trembled through him and he brought his other hand up until he could frame the man’s face. George placed his hands over James’s and they simply locked gazes, drinking in the sight of each other, silently assessing, searching for the answers they sought.

It was James’s turn to groan when George stroked his hands up James’s arms. He traced the tat on his right biceps, and rolled his chair forward until his knees touched James’s legs.

“How far does this go?” George asked and the husky quality of his voice shot straight to James’s balls. His cock hardened to the point of pain, and he released his hold on George’s head, and hopped off the desk. It was put distance between them or give into the instinct to fuck his boss right here and now, and Nora would never forgive him, if they messed up his desk now. She was exasperated with the organized chaos he surrounded himself with as it was. Besides he had to work at this place come Monday morning, and there was no way he would be able to concentrate for toffee, if he had actual memories of taking his boss over his desk to contend with, rather than just wicked fantasies.

Besides, if it had been a while, then George deserved a gentle first fucking on a soft bed and with no chance of them being interrupted by anyone.

His cock jerked against its confines and James adjusted himself with a groan. He would have permanent zipper marks on his dick at this rate, and no doubt the wet spot on his boxer briefs would soon become visible on his jeans. Seeing George adjust himself through his trousers made him grin despite the discomfort. At least he wasn’t alone in his predicament.

Not that that knowledge was helping one iota, and James desperately searched for a safe topic of conversation in his head. George’s last question surfaced through his lust filled brain and he blurted out the answer.

“Dragon, it’s a dragon,” he said and George blinked in seeming confusion.

“What is?” he asked.                                      

“My tat. It’s a dragon. Spreads across my shoulders and back, and into my neck, and the tails wraps around my biceps.” He lifted his right arm to illustrate his point, and understanding dawned in George’s eyes.

“That must have hurt.”

James shrugged his shoulders and grinned.

“Like the fucking bitch, but it was worth it. I had it done when I came out. I thought it was fitting. You know, slaying the dragon and all that junk."

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#MWTease from Under his Boss “Coffee, shower, fuck, in that order.” #mm @evernightpub

Happy middle of the week to you, lovely peeps. You'll find me a tad excited today, because we're a day away from the release of Under his Boss.

*happy squeal*

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“Happy New Year, boss.”

He put the tray on the night stand, and offered George two aspirin and the glass of water. George swallowed them and winced anew at the sandpapery quality of his throat. James grinned again—in sympathy George assumed—though it was difficult to determine through his blurry eyed vision and the brass band which seemed to have taken up residence in his head.

“Happy New Year.” George managed to croak those few words out and collapsed back on the bed with a groan. “I’m never drinking again.”

“Of course you won’t. Here, sit up, get your caffeine hit, and have a shower. You’ll feel better afterward, I promise.”

George glared at the other man through hooded lids, and decided there and then that James had to be some sort of sadist. No one was this happy first thing in the morning, and took this much delight in torturing another human being into sitting up. The clanging cymbals in his head all decided to bash together in discord and George groaned and held his head in his hands.

“Fuck.”

James’s amused snort joined in with the percussion instruments crashing against his skull and George screwed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Sadly we haven’t yet. I don’t think jerking off to images of you passed out in my bed counts as fucking you, and I do find myself most impatient to do so, so be a good boy, drink this coffee, and then for the love of God, shower, man.”

Amusement tinged those words, but there was an underlying edge that registered over the fuzz for brains in George’s head, and he cracked one eye open to look at James. The intensity of his gaze made him swallow, and all conscious thought fled out of his brain as James grasped his hands and wrapped them round the steaming cup of coffee.

“Coffee, shower, fuck, in that order.”                                                                                   

James winked at him, and George did as he was told. The slap to his ass as he stumbled off the bed and James pointed him to the bathroom, stung, and made his cock jerk. James noticed, of course and wrapped his hand around George’s shaft and pumped it a few times. Exquisite pleasure shot through George’s system, and he braced a hand on the wall to steady himself.

“Fuck, James, stop doing that, or I’ll never make it into the shower.”

James laughed, bit his shoulder lightly, released his cock, and swatted his ass again.

“Don’t be too long in there, or I’ll be forced to join you.”

George groaned and shook his head.

“Is that supposed to be a deterrent or a promise?” He didn’t catch James’s laughing reply, as he stumbled into the bathroom. By the time he managed to eventually relieve himself, wash his hands, and brush his teeth with the spare toothbrush he’d found propped up against the sink, he felt almost human. The warm stream of the power shower further revived him, and he stood and let the hot spray cascade over him. He wasn’t entirely surprised to hear the shower enclosure open and shut and he sucked in a breath when he opened his eyes. James stood with his back to him, and George got his first good look at James’s dragon. It covered his back, wings flapping wildly, and the art work was supreme. Over James’s broad shoulders, down his muscular back and into his delectable ass, George’s gaze followed the trail of ink, and giving into the need to touch the other man, he let his hands follow the trail of his visual inspection.

His cock reared back into life with a speed and force that left him lightheaded as James’s lust filled groan trembled through the confined space of their shower enclosure, and his lover’s muscles tensed under George’s fingertips.

“That’s fucking awesome, baby.” George ran his knuckles down James’s spine until he reached the globes of his ass. Squeezing the firm flesh he kneaded his lover’s butt cheeks and kissed down James’s back. It took a bit of awkward maneuvering in their confined space, but he managed to drop to his knees, and continue his path downward. James swore under his breath and slapped his hands on the tiled wall for support when George spread his lover’s ass cheeks and licked from James’s heavy balls upward to his anus.

James tensed and panted, when George tunneled his tongue through James’s ring of muscle while bringing one hand round to grasp his thick shaft.

“Fuck, George, you don’t have to… Jesus.”

James’s cock jerked and pulsed in George’s firm grasp, and those tight muscles guarding James’s rear entrance tightened around his tongue in involuntary clenches that told George in no uncertain terms how close James was getting. Anal play was something George had always enjoyed. The mere intimacy of the act showed how much you trusted the other person, and he withdrew slowly and growled his next words into James’s hairy thighs, while he fondled the man’s heavy balls.

“Turn round, baby. I want to taste you.”

Blurb:

~Love is a precious thing~

When James Dyllon finds an explicit card on his desk he doesn’t know what to think. His hot as Hades boss has never given him the slightest indication that he returns James’ affections, so this card can’t be from him. Two male lovers entwined—someone is having a laugh at his expense.

George MacKenzie is done lusting after James from afar. A New Year brings with it the opportunity for change and George is tired of hiding. Since taking over the company after his father fell ill, he is finally in a position to act on his feelings, and he wants James. The card might be a feeble attempt, but at least James does not seem disinterested.

Together they will be able to weather anything, as long as he can convince James that he really does want forever.

Releases Feb 19th and available for pre-order right now on Amazon.

http://www.amazon.com/Under-His-Boss-Doris-OConnor-ebook/dp/B00TOYJO0A/

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#TantalizingTuesdays - Dawn

Happy Tuesday, peeps. Enjoy today's tease :-)

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Maria shivered in the damp fog that surrounded her, and she wrapped her arms around herself. This was insane, stupid, deluded. She was crazy, just like everyone called her.

Only a mad person who lost the last of her brain cells would listen to the insistent voice in her head—those compelling, deep, drip into her conscience like molten chocolate, tones. She knew that voice, had always known it, and she could no more ignore the pull, the connection she felt to the owner of that voice than she could stop breathing.

The doctors said it was nothing more than a figment of her imagination. They tried to still the words with their drugs and their treatments, until they declared her cured.

For years he hadn’t visited her dreams, but tonight he’d come back, had lured her to the forest until she stood here in nothing but her night dress.

A virginal offering to whatever lurked in that fog.

An owl hooted in the distance and Maria spun round at the sound of breaking twigs. The wind picked up, whipping her hair around her face, and then she saw him.

As majestic as he had been in her dreams.

“Come….”

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