Showing posts with label The Protectors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Protectors. Show all posts

Monday, 15 December 2014

Siren Authors Holiday Hop #giveaway #win #ebooks #gcs #swag





Welcome to the Siren Author's Holiday Hop! To celebrate the holiday season, Siren Authors have come together for this fun hop where you can learn about their books and current/upcoming releases. You can enter the grand prize with a chance to win:

* Grand prize information *
$100 Giftcard to one US reader
$100 Giftcard to one International reader
$50 Giftcard to one US Reader
$50 Giftcard to one International reader

Go to each site and collect the code words. When you have all of them, press on the link below for the prize entry form for a chance to win. Good luck everyone!



**Code word**

SOPHISTICATED


I vividly recall the day I became a Siren Author, and I received the lovely for publication e-mail. I'm sure you could hear my squeal for miles.

*grins*

That was Man-Droid the Orgasmatron.



It was my first foray into Sci-fi, but by no means my last. Since then I have written six more books for Siren. Three in my Spectrum Auctions series.











Two in my Warriors series






I started a new Paranormal series



and last but by no means least, I have a stand alone story coming January 12th.


When Lily Jephson falls asleep at work, her erotic dream is witnessed by none other than her boss’s brother. Awkward doesn’t begin to describe it, especially when she can’t help but respond to the enigmatic Dom. She wants his brother…doesn’t she?

Cyrus Cooper loves to play games, and he can’t resist the opportunity to yank his brother’s chain a bit. Nothing will convince the stubborn Sloan more to finally make a move on Lily, than thinking this delightful subbie is involved with Cyrus.

However, when it becomes apparent that Lily needs help to work through the emotional scars left behind by her early introduction into the lifestyle, Cyrus knows this is far more than a game.  The brothers are just the Doms to show her what a true D/s relationship should be like.

Lily thrives under their combined Dominance, but when her old Master re-appears her life is put in danger.

She has never needed her Sirs more.

Fancy a sneak preview?

Damn the man. All conscious thought fled Lily’s brain when Sloan grabbed her and kissed her, as though it was his god-given right to do so. She was angry at him, wasn’t she? At both of them, yet her body wasn’t listening. No, her traitorous hormones just screamed their delight and with both of his hands anchored in her hair, he held her still and ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth with breathtaking intensity that meant she opened to him without any conscious effort at all.
Sloan grunted his approval and slipped his tongue into her mouth with devastating results. Surrounded by him, drinking in his scent, the very essence of him as she kissed him back, she fisted her hands in his tee and simply melted into him, while raising herself on tip toes to get closer. She was dimly aware of a second pair of hands settling on her hips and the heat at her back, as Cyrus stepped so close that she could feel the solid evidence of his erection nudging her ass. Cyrus groaned into her neck, and then her hair fell free around her shoulders, and Sloan released her mouth slowly.
“Look at me, baby.”
Her eyes fluttered open to find him smiling down at her, his oh-so-talented lips a whisper’s breath away from hers.
“I would never tell you how to live your life, but I agree with Cyrus. You don’t have to live on that estate anymore, unless you want to, of course.” She blinked when he released her and Cyrus too stepped away. Bereft of their combined body heat, she shivered and rubbed her exposed arms. Her emotions were all over the place and these two confused the hell out of her with their actions.
“I don’t like you living there, pet, that’s all.”
Lily’s stomach hollowed out hearing that term and the wave of longing that shook her took her breath away. If only she was his, both of theirs. It would feel so good to not have to worry constantly, to know there was someone there to take care of her, to catch her when she fell. Old demons were hard to shake off, however, and she shook her head.
“I can take care of myself,” she said and Sloan sighed.
“Of course you can, but why not let us make it easier for you? No demands, no strings, just—”
“Just two Doms showing you what it really should be like.” Cyrus cut in, and Lily sat down with a thump, as her legs gave up the fight to support her. That sounded way too tempting.
“Both of you, as in together?” Lily was well aware that her voice had risen to an almost hysterical shriek, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.
Cyrus’s hands settled on her shoulder and Sloan got to his haunches in front of her and cupped her face in one of his large hands.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying, if you’re willing to take a chance on us. I realize I’ve been a right ass over this, but I promise I’ll do better. Your job is still yours, of course. I don’t want to lose you either way. Even if you reject me or Cyrus, or both of us, your job is safe.”
Tears filled Lily’s eyes and she hastily blinked them away.
“But you said—”
“Forget what I said, please. It was a stupid knee jerk reaction. You’re nothing like Annabel. You’re sweet and kind, and I drove myself round the fucking bend last night with that thought that I would never see you again, or worse, that you’d go off with Cy and I’d completely blown things between us. Forgive me, please.”
He smiled at her and Lily couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“There’s nothing to forgive, Sir, not really.”
Sloan blew out a breath and kissed her nose.
“Right, well, now that’s cleared up, I suggest you get your sweet little tush back out front and help Martha. She’s on her own and I know she needs to leave early again to see her daughter at the hospital.”
The abrupt change in his demeanor made Lily blink and when he straightened back up again her mouth went dry at seeing the bulge in his jeans. Sloan laughed and cupped her chin to make her look up at him.
“Don’t you worry about that. I meant what I said. Neither Cy or I will force you into anything.”
Cyrus swore behind her as though he didn’t agree with this plan at all, and Lily had to smile. “Think about it, and let us know what you decide, pet.”
Warmth suffused her when he added that last word, and Sloan ran his thumb over her kiss-swollen lips. His blue eyes darkened and Lily knew her panties would be soaked through by now. God, if they chose to fuck her right here, right now, she wouldn’t object, far from it, but Sloan was right. She needed to think this through properly, and she couldn’t think straight when she was this close to both of them. They stole her air and her very will to be anything other than what they wanted her to be.
It took her right back to the days when Master had been pleased her with her and she had existed solely for his will. There was such peace in that act, she hadn’t realized how much she had missed it, craved it even, deep down in her psyche, and these two could give her that.
No, she didn’t want the overwhelming intensity of what she had experienced under Master. She never, ever wanted to lose herself so completely again, but to let go for just a few precious hours was oh so tempting.
On jelly-like legs, she struggled to her feet and nodded her agreement.
“I best get back to work then.”
Sloan nodded his approval and Cyrus stopped her with her fingers on the door handle.
“Don’t take too long to give us that answer, girl. I’m not as patient as him.”


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Now for my individual giveaway.

My grand prize is a Wall poster Calendar and other goodies, plus an e-book from my available Siren books.


Two runners up can also choose an e-book from my list of available Siren Books.

 (Winners choice and books gifted through Bookstrand)

To be entered into the draw please let me know in the comments what genre you like to read about most and why. (Please make sure you leave your e-mail, so that I can contact you, should you be one of the winners)

Good luck everyone, and hop along to the other fantastic authors participating in this hop. You can find the list here.


Stay naughty, folks.

D xxx

Sunday, 26 October 2014

#SexySnippets Her Bear Protector (The Protectors 1) "Tell me you want this." #bdsm #newrelease @sirenbookstrand #shifter


Happy Sunday, folks. I'm bringing you one last set of Sexy Snippets from this story, as I'll be switching to my November release next week. Let me take this opportunity to thank all you lovely readers again. Her Bear Protector is selling incredibly well, and has reached the dizzy heights of #2 on the M/F Bestseller chart on Bookstrand. I still have to pinch myself at times :-)

*blows kisses to her readers*

To set the scene, Ronan inadvertently triggered Tina in their play, and she screamed red. Like most people Tina carries demons from her past, and Ronan was pretty pissed at himself for triggering her. Lots of talking and gentle Dom care later, Tina seems ready to try again, but he needs to be sure...


*****

He tore his mouth from hers with a groan, and studied her. Eyes shut, with her hair in wild disarray around her flushed face, her kiss-swollen lips parted slightly, she looked like a woman ready to fuck, but he had to be sure.
“Fuck, I want you, babe, but if you’re not ready, now is the time to put a stop to this, before I won’t be able to step away. Tell me you want this.”
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and he saw the same desperate need he felt reflected back at him.

“Please fuck me. Fuck me hard and help me chase those images away, Sir.”




[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, shape-shifters, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile. Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.

Bear Shifter Ronan recognises his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question. As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires. The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…

Available now at a 10% discount at Bookstrand

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Do check out the other Authors participating today, and why not join us next week? Sexy Snippets are seven sexy sentences taken from a work in progress or published work.

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

#ReleaseDay squeal! Her Bear Protector is here! #bdsm #shifter @sirenbookstrand #giveaway

Woop, woop!

*bounces around like a loony thing*

I'm just a tad excited that Ronan and Tina are here for you to meet them. There's still a chance to win those $10 Strand Bucks. Just pop on over the The Nuthouse Scribblers here. I'll pick a winner at midnight tonight UK time, because no doubt I'll still be bouncing around in excitement then.

I'm a night owl anyway.

You can read an exclusive hot excerpt on The Nuthouse Scribblers, and the official excerpts are here.

As it's release day, and if you're still undecided about whether you want to read this, I thought I'd share the entire first chapter right here on my blog.


Enjoy!




[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, shape-shifters, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile. Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.

Bear Shifter Ronan recognises his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question. As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires. The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…


*****


HER BEAR PROTECTOR
The Protectors 1

DORIS O’CONNOR
Copyright © 2014





Chapter One

Normally speaking, Tina loved the twisty, narrow, country roads that made up the Cumbrian countryside, but not this morning. Late already, thanks to old Mrs. Hastings’s insistence that Tina tried her scones—delicious as they had been—she now rounded a blind corner and slammed on the emergency brakes. Cleaning supplies went flying around the inside of her little, beat-up Mini, and the handle of the mop narrowly missed the side of her head.
“Jesus.” The expletive hung in the air, and Tina said a silent prayer to any possible deity she might have offended. Not that Tina believed in any of that stuff, per se, but better to be safe than sorry.
The lone sheep, and the sole reason for her almost being knocked out by her work equipment, blinked and stared at her in disgust, as though it owned the one-track road, and Tina swore and stood on her horn. A forlorn baaa was her answer. Said sheep shook its matted fur and after another longer toot from Tina’s car horn, finally trotted out of the way and onto the grass verge.
Tina rolled her eyes, and drove off more slowly, mindful of the other sheep traipsing along the side of the road. Clearly there was a break in the fence somewhere.
By the time she finally pulled up outside Ronan Bernhard’s cottage, neatly tucked away at the side of the forest, she was over an hour late, which would have been a good thing, because he shouldn’t be at home now. His Harley, however, sat outside the quaint thatched roof cottage, next to an expensive-looking car, that definitely did not belong to a local.
Great, just great. Tina knew it was going to be one of those days from the minute the sheep in the field across the lane from her house, had woken her up with their loud bleating before the sky had even had a chance to turn orange. Come to think of it she was sick to death of sheep. They were blooming everywhere. Tina turned her engine off and listened to it run on for a good few minutes, before it finally stopped. Another thing to add to her to-do list. She really needed to take it to the local garage. If only the mechanic didn’t make her feel as though he was undressing her with her eyes, and offered to do it cheaply for her, if she was nice to him. Somehow Tina didn’t think he meant nice as in bringing him some home baked cookies.
A shiver went down Tina’s spine, and not one of the good sort. She supposed she could have asked Ronan. After all he maintained his Harley entirely by himself, and more than once she had turned up to clean his cottage to find him elbow deep in grease, working on the old truck he kept in his garage.
Tina shook her head and groaned. Oh no, don’t go there. Images of a sweaty, greasy Ronan Bernhard were the last thing she needed right now. Not after the erotic dreams she had the previous night which had been filled with none other than the volunteer mountain rescuer. Dreams in which he’d been buried deep inside her body, his muscular, tattooed arms straining with the effort to hold his weight off of her, while his piercing blue eyes had stared right into her soul. Tina had woken up, wrapped in her sheets, sweaty and horny, and even after several sessions with her BOB she’d had trouble going back to sleep.
The fact that Ronan might even now be doing that sort of horizontal action with some lucky woman inside his cottage, made her simultaneously wet and green with envy.
Ever since Ronan Bernhard had roared into the little village Tina had called her home for the last two years, no other man had even come close to getting her interest. In fact, Tina was sure the knickers of the entire female population from teenage girl upward had melted in an instant, when he’d taken his helmet off, strolled into the local café, grinned, and asked for direction to the old cottage three miles up the road.
Stood at well over six and a half feet, with his messy short brown hair, stubbly masculine jaw, and harsh features, Ronan Bernhard was drool-worthy hunk personified. The bike and the inked sleeves he sported gave him that whole bad boy look, which was so at odds with his profession as a nursery teacher. The fact he was good with kids added to the whole drop your knickers in an instant appeal he had. Couple that with a voice that dripped into a woman’s consciousness like molten chocolate, especially when he put that edge of steel into it. It meant anyone snapped to his attention. A smile to charm the hardest of hearts, and the entire village had eaten out of his hand in minutes.
Even old Mrs. Hastings had sighed into her chamomile tea with a dreamy expression, right before she had pushed Tina forward and offered her cleaning services to the newcomer.
“Tina here, runs the local cleaning firm, so once you’re settled in that old cottage, she’ll keep it nice and tidy for you. We all know what you bachelors are like, after all.” Mrs. Hastings had giggled like a schoolgirl and given Tina another shove toward the table Ronan had sat at, sipping his coffee.
Tina had wanted the ground to swallow her up, when Ronan had looked up at her. Something undecipherable had crossed his harsh features and in her befuddled, lust-filled brain, Tina could have sworn his intense blue eyes had flashed to a glowing amber, before he blinked and the moment had been lost.
 He’d nodded toward Mrs. Hastings with a smile that had turned the old lady’s cheeks a nice shade of crimson, and he’d extended his hand toward Tina.
A jolt of electricity had shot up Tina’s arm at the innocent contact and her gasp of surprise had been drowned out by an animalistic growl coming from his massive chest that meant she’d felt the vibrations right through the soles of her feet. As curious as that had been, no one else in the small café seemed to have noticed that odd reaction, and Tina had later wondered if she had imagined the whole thing. Ronan had certainly acted as though nothing unusual had occurred.
“Have you got a business card I can reach you under?” he’d said and Tina had simply nodded, rummaged in her oversized bag for one of the flyers she had printed off yonks ago, when she’d first come to the village. She’d dropped it in his outstretched hand, and high tailed it out of there with a muttered excuse.
Tina had been convinced she’d never hear from him again, but a week later her phone had rung, and he’d offered her an outrageous amount of money to come clean for him. The only stipulation had been that she would let him know beforehand when she turned up.
Tina had found out to her cost that it wasn’t wise to forget that. More than once when she’d first started working for him, she’d walked in on him fresh out of the shower. One morning he seemed to have only just come home, if the smell of sex and booze that came off him was anything to go by, which had been curious, because Ronan never drank or smoke, or indeed took out any local women. Then again there were always the tourists, weren’t there.
Again, Tina glanced toward the strange car and debated what to do. She had texted him last night to make sure she was okay to come round today, even though it wasn’t her appointed cleaning day. The village fete happened tomorrow and she had been roped in to help with that, and wouldn’t have time to swing by Ronan’s house that day.
His reply had been curt and to the point.
Yes, no problem. Not at home, myself, so do your thing.
Lord only knew what the man did do in his spare time, or why he needed a cleaner. Ronan was tidy to the point of obsession, and apart from the dusting, and the occasional round of laundry there never was much for her to do. Mind you, there were the curious scratches that appeared in the wood work on a regular basis, and meant she spent hours of elbow grease getting rid of.
If she didn’t know better, she’d have thought he kept animals in the cottage, but there was no trace of them. The occasional torn bed sheets notwithstanding—testimony to either insomnia or rough sex, the thought of which made her groan out loud—there was nothing unusual about him. Well, nothing other than her completely unreasonable obsession with him, that was, and the fact that he rescued people off mountains in his free time, and made her wet with one look from under his hooded lids.
Again she glanced at the cottage and wondered. The earlier breeze kicked up a notch and swirled some of the old hedge cuttings piled in a corner of his driveway and scattered them across the gravel. Much to her surprise the front door creaked open and then shut again, in an unusual seesaw motion. Ronan never left his front door unlocked.
Before she could change her mind, Tina exited the car, and strode across to the creaking front door. One of the hinges was busted and there were scratch marks all over the frame that meant the hair on her neck stood on end. Another gust of wind whipped the hem of her maxi summer dress up in Marilyn Monroe style, and she made a grab for it, while trying to stop the door from slamming into her face.
A groan carried through from the inside of the cottage, and heat rose in her cheeks. That almost sounded as though he was… Another, louder grunt this time, and the thump of something hitting the floor hard made up her mind for her. Maybe he was only having wild monkey sex with whoever owned that car outside, in which case Tina would be mortally embarrassed and make her excuses forthwith, or he was in some sort of trouble. The thought that it might be the latter, galvanized her into action and she pushed the door open fully to walk inside, and promptly froze.
Ronan’s orderly cottage seemed to have been turned upside down by some unseen force. Smashed glass crunched under her sandaled feet, pictures hung askew and the big comfy armchair from the living room lay on its side in the hallway with all the stuffing torn out of it. Tina stuffed her fist in her mouth to stop herself from screaming, when she spotted the trail of blood that led from the wrecked living room up the stairs. The French windows leading into the back garden of the cottage had been smashed through, and the blood started there. It covered the shredded curtain and a spray of fine drops had hit the opposite wall. To top it all everything was covered in curious grey dust.
Tina turned round, half expecting to see the mangled body of someone, and please god, don’t let it be Ronan, but the scene of devastation was all there was.
“Fuck.”
The distinct exclamation uttered in Ronan’s deep voice meant that Tina flew up the stairs, flung open his bedroom door, and screamed.

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Available now at a 10% discount at Bookstrand

Add it to your shelf on Goodreads

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Now excuse me while I go back to annoying everyone by grinning and jumping about!

Stay naughty, folks.

D xxx

Sunday, 19 October 2014

#SexySnippets from Her Bear Protector (The Protectors) "It is not nice to doubt your Sir." #bdsm #shifter @sirenbookstrand



Happy Sunday, folks. It's just two days until Her Bear Protector releases, so today's snippets are another look into this story.

Tina is about to find out what happens when she doubt her Sir.





“I can see that you need convincing. It is not nice to doubt your Sir, girl.
Without warning he brought the flat hand of his hand down on her generous ass, and Tina shrieked, and tried to push up by her elbows, but Ronan was having none of that. He pushed her back down on the bed with a hand on the small of her back and she went limp at his growled, “Stay.”

He delivered several more stinging swats to her ass, the dominant in him satisfied at the way her skin pinked under his hands. He massaged the hot skin and a whimper escaped Tina, and she grew ever wetter for him.
“Give me a color, babe, and let me know you’re okay with this.”



[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, shape-shifters, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile. Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.

Bear Shifter Ronan recognises his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question. As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires. The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…

Available for pre-order now at a 10% discount at Bookstrand

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Do check out the other Authors participating today, and why not join us next week? Sexy Snippets are seven sexy sentences taken from a work in progress or published work.

Wednesday, 15 October 2014

#MWTease from Her Bear Protector "You love the man, don't you?" #preorder @sirenbookstrand #bdsm #shifter


Happy Middle of the week to you, folks. It's that time for us to tease you, thanks to our awesome host Sandra Bunino.  I'm going to tease you from my upcoming release Her Bear Protector. I've shared plenty of hot snippets from this story so far, so today I thought I would introduce you to Mrs H. She plays rather a large part in this story, and she was a hoot to write. So much so, that in book two in this series I will be going back in time to the fifties, when Mrs H was young and this particular shifter village was born.

To set the scene, Tina is having a hard time  coming to terms with the reality of living in a world where every nightmare is real, and when she finds out that her kindly old neighbour is in fact a witch....


 “What do you mean encouraged me? I came here of my own free will. How could you have encouraged me? I don’t understand what you mean.”
The unsettled feeling creeping up from the base of her spine told Tina that she understood all too well. Naturally, if shifters existed, why not witches. Well, she knew witches existed, but she always thought it was a harmless religion not associated with someone who could actually influence the surroundings around her.
Oh, God, Mrs. Hastings is a witch!
Said witch smiled, took another sip of her tea, and regarded Tina thoughtfully.
“I can tell you’re jumping to all sorts of conclusions in your head, there, girl. Some of them may well be right. Others less so.”
“You’re a witch, right.” Tina barely managed to get the words out as the room spun and she felt faint. Really how many shocks could one girl take in the course of half a day? This was insane.
“You make that sound as though it’s an insult, girl.” Amusement laced Mrs. Hastings’s words mixed in with faint annoyance. “And breathe, Tina. You’re going to faint otherwise. There is no need to get yourself all worked up. Despite what you heard me say to Ronan, I have no desire to turn anyone into a toad. Apart from anything else that is so cliché.”
She winked at Tina, and there was the most devilish gleam in her blue eyes, as she took another sip of her tea.
“Drink it, Tina. It’s a new blend I’m perfecting, and I must say it’s rather nice.”
Tina looked at her cup as though it might contain poison. So much for her thinking it was ordinary tea. She should have known. There was nothing ordinary about Mrs. Hastings, or this village she’d adopted as home, it seemed.
“What’s in it?” she asked, and Mrs. Hastings smiled.
“So suspicious all of a sudden, child. I’m beginning to see why Ronan was so rattled. It’s most unlike him, I have to say, but then finding one’s mate tends to rattle a man somewhat, yet he hasn’t marked you, I see. At least not with his teeth.”
She chuckled to herself, and Tina brought her hand up to the side of her neck. Tender flesh greeted her. Damn the man. She would have to wear a scarf to the Fete tomorrow to cover up that love bite.
“Keep him out this, and what is in that damn tea?” She did her best to glare at Mrs. Hastings but the disappointment she saw in her kind gaze meant she burst into tears instead. Mrs. Hastings reached across the table and patted her hand.
“There, now, dear. Let it all out. I don’t blame you for being overwhelmed. Knowing what those shifters can be like, I dare say he went about all of this like the proverbial bull in a china shop, right? And for your information, there is nothing in that tea to harm you. It’s simply a blend made to soothe the nerves, and help you sleep. I wasn’t at all surprised that you picked that urn out of all the ones available. Your spirit knows what you need, even if you choose to fight it.”
Tina swiped the useless tears away, and took a sip of the tea. Flavors exploded on her tongue and she took a deep breath in to inhale the fragrance. Instantly she felt calmer, whether because her mind was playing tricks on her, or it was indeed the tea causing the effect, who knew. Tina didn’t much care right now, and she took another sip. The liquid slid down her throat like honey, and soothed her churning stomach.
“There, now, I told you it would help,” Mrs. Hastings said. “Feeling a bit calmer and a tad more rational now, my dear?” she asked.
Tina had to laugh at that. A slightly hysterical laugh for sure, but, really, was there anything rational about this whole fucked up mess.
“Rational? You tell me what about this whole thing is rational. You’re a witch. Ronan is a shifter, who kills vampires. Vampires for pity’s sake. What’s next? The postman is really a unicorn?”
Mrs. Hastings smiled and shook her head.
“No, dear, Paul is a duck.”
Tina choked on her next mouthful of tea, and after much coughing and splattering finally got the words out of her mouth.
“Did you say duck? As in go and feed the ducks on the pond, duck?”
“Don’t be silly, my dear. The ducks on the pond are simply ducks. And besides Paul very rarely shifts these days. The smaller shifters don’t seem to feel the need to shift as much as the larger species.”
Tina just stared at her.
“Smaller shifters? Can anything shift into a man?”
Mrs. Hastings shook her head, and pursed her lips.
“He really didn’t explain this very well, did he? Typical man. Too busy fucking you no doubt.”
Tina’s mouth dropped open in pure shock at hearing Mrs. Hastings cuss like that.
“Don’t look so shocked. I was young once and married to a wolf shifter. Trust me, they are even more territorial and overbearing than bears can be, or at least, my Henry was.” A small smile played around her lips as she seemed lost in her past. “The rows we had. Mind you the make-up sex was the best, as I’m sure you’ll discover soon.”
She winked at her and Tina finally shut her mouth.
“I have no intention of having sex with the man ever again, I can assure you.”
“Ach, poppycock. Of course you will. Tell me you don’t melt when he as much as looks at you, let alone touches you. By all means be mad at him, make him suffer a bit, as he no doubt deserves it, but we both know that you will not be able to stay away from him for long. You love the man, after all, don’t you?”

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Good old Mrs H!



[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, shape-shifters, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile. Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.

Bear Shifter Ronan recognises his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question. As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires. The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…

Available for pre-order now at a 10% discount at Bookstrand


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Sunday, 12 October 2014

#SexySnippets from Her Bear Protector (The Protectors) "You're mine." #bdsm #shifter @sirenbookstrand


Happy Sunday, folks. Hope you're having a great weekend. After a week where we've been struck down by the dreaded stomach bug, and went down like the proverbial flies, we are finally all better. What's more our eldest is home from Uni for the weekend, so lil old me is a rather happy Mama Bear.

Talking of bears, lol, Her Bear Protector went on pre-order this week. You might have heard me squeal in excitement, so, naturally my snippets come from this story.

Enjoy!

To set the scene, Tina is wondering why Ronan hasn't just claimed her. According to her books, he ought not to be able to help himself after all. This is his response....

“It’s not that I don’t want to. Trust me, my jaw aches with the need to sink my teeth into your soft flesh, to feel you come apart around my cock while I fuck you senseless, but when I do, and believe me, I will.” He smiled grimly at her sharp intake of breath. “Make no mistake about it. You’re mine, Tina. You’re my mate, mating bite or not, and nothing will change that, but when the time comes for me to cement that bond between us, it will be with you being fully aware of what that entails.”

She blinked away tears, and he smiled and kissed them off her face with so much unexpected tenderness her heart clenched inside her chest.


[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, shape-shifters, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile. Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.

Bear Shifter Ronan recognises his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question. As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires. The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…

Available for pre-order now at a 10% discount at Bookstrand

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