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Showing posts with label Masks Of A Tiger. Show all posts
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Thursday, 21 November 2013

The Color of Love Bloghop with Grisha from Club Ink #tigershifter #bdsm #giveaway


Welcome to my little corner of the Color of Love Bloghop, where we celebrate all things Interracial and Multicultural.

You know I never think much about colour, when I sit down to write. I simply write what the characters tell me to, and what is appropriate to the story. People are people and the colour of their skin has little or nothing to do with the person they are inside.

I have written a number of Multicultural books, as I love pitching the obstacles to true love high, but it wasn't until I wrote Riding her Tiger (Club Ink,1) that a character came from nowhere, who would eventually need his own story and thus create my first Interracial book.

This is that moment when my heroine asks for a drink at the bar:

"So, what will it be, doll?"
"A black Russian, please, and my name is Estelle." Cherie smirked, looking behind her and made herself busy fixing the drink.
"Someone called for me?"
The deep accented voice rumbled through Estelle, and two heavily muscled arms came round her and caged her in against the bar. Eyes the color of coal connected with hers in the mirrors behind the bar, the man's white hair a direct contrast to the ebony hues of his skin. He, too, seemed a walking furnace. He rested his chin on her shoulder and inhaled deeply.
"Hmm, so sweet and fresh and unclaimed." Cherie rolled her eyes at Estelle and passed her the drink she ordered.
"She asked for a drink, not you. The lady is spoken for, so back off, Grisha." She smiled at Estelle and glared at Grisha. 
He chuckled again, dropped a kiss against the rapidly beating pulse in Estelle's neck and pulled back just enough to enable Estelle to swing round on her chair. One of his large hands settled on her thigh, just below her cunt, and she swallowed nervously. The sight of his dark hand was such a contrast against her bare flesh. Who'd have thought it would be so erotic? Or maybe this place was just getting to her. 
*****

Yes,  just like that Grisha was born, and he is indeed a black Russian. A Siberian Tiger shifter, who plays quite a part in books one and two of Club Ink, and eventually gets his own story in Masks of a Tiger.


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

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

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


Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking, fire play, public exhibition

 You can read a red hot Excerpt HERE.

 I fell utterly and hopelessly in love with Grisha from the moment he made his first appearance in book one, and the more I got to know him, the harder I fell.

It seems readers feel the same way about him, because Grisha has been nominated in the Evernight Reader Choice Awards as hottest alpha hero.


*swoons*

If you've met Grisha, I'd love it of you voted for him. Just click on the graphic.

*smiles*

 If you haven't met him yet, then I hope you will soon. Masks of a Tiger is one of the e-books you could win in this hop, which brings me nicely onto the fantastic prizes.

1st prize: $50 Amazon gift card or Paypal Cash + 8 ebooks
2nd prize: $30 Amazon gift card or Paypal Cash + 8 ebooks
3rd prize: $20 Amazon gift card or Paypal Cash  + 8 ebooks
4th prize: $10 Amazon gift card or Paypal Cash + 8 ebooks



Pretty awesome prizes, I'm sure you will agree. To be in with a chance to win one of those grand prizes, enter via the rafflecopter.
a Rafflecopter giveaway


In addition to the above prizes, I am giving away two e-books from my backlist , which you can check out HERE.

To be eligible for my giveaway just leave me a comment, with your e-mail address please, and tell me what you like about interracial/multicultural romance, and what makes a hot hero.

Good luck in the hop and thanks for stopping by.

D x
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Monday, 15 April 2013

Evernight's #BookBoyfriend Meet Grisha #KindleGiveaway



Book Boyfriends...

They can be strong and sexy, dark and dangerous, rebellious and reckless or cute and quirky. We love to fall in love with these irresistible heroes and Evernight Publishing has them all!

The authors of Evernight invite you to a Speed Date challenge. Their cowboys, Doms, detectives, millionaires, royalty, vampires, soldiers, shifters, even steam-powered heroes are waiting to meet you on each author website. 50 heroes in 7 days! Are you up for the challenge?

Pull up a chair and get to know every single one. I’d love to introduce you to my hero...

Grisha Sergewski was one of those heroes that came out of nowhere and just wouldn't be silenced. This Russian is a Siberian Tiger Shifter, and after Ink the most respected and experienced Dom at Club Ink, the exclusive BDSM club nestled away in a nondescript side street in the middle of London, UK. 
He first made his presence known in Riding Her Tiger,
book one in my Club Ink series. Heroine Estelle went to the bar to order a drink and this is what happened...

"So, what will it be, doll?"
"A black Russian, please, and my name is Estelle." Cherie smirked, looking behind her and made herself busy fixing the drink.
"Someone called for me?"
The deep accented voice rumbled through Estelle, and two heavily muscled arms came round her and caged her in against the bar. Eyes the color of coal connected with hers in the mirrors behind the bar, the man's white hair a direct contrast to the ebony hues of his skin. He, too, seemed a walking furnace. He rested his chin on her shoulder and inhaled deeply.
"Hmm, so sweet and fresh and unclaimed." Cherie rolled her eyes at Estelle and passed her the drink she ordered.
"She asked for a drink, not you. The lady is spoken for, so back off, Grisha." She smiled at Estelle and glared at Grisha.
He chuckled again, dropped a kiss against the rapidly beating pulse in Estelle's neck and pulled back just enough to enable Estelle to swing round on her chair.


And just like that this play boy Dom refused to leave. He's part of menage in the first two books, and it's in book two, Tiger Scars,

that we first get to see his deeper side. There is much more to Grisha than the charming, happy go lucky Dom he likes to show to the world.

It was Grisha's voice she heard now, his accent heavier than normal, as he berated the cleaning crew. A thin shaft of light darted through the slightly open door. That explained why she could hear the ruckus. Ink's dungeon was sound-proof. She giggled when Grisha gave up on trying to talk in English and lapsed into a furious string of Russian swear words instead. Something had seriously rattled him this morning. It took a lot to get Grisha to lose his temper. The cleaners scuttled away, and Grisha shouldered the door open.
"Did the incompetent durakov wake you up? I'll go send their asses up to their throats if they did." He paced the length of the dungeon, his eyes glowing in the dim light. Cherie jumped when he stopped in front of her and growled. This was not a side of Grisha she knew, and she grabbed for the sheet to cover herself up with.
"Well, actually, I think it was your hollering at them that woke me.  Someone run over your favorite chew toy?"  Her attempt to lighten the mood fell flat. Grisha just growled some more, muttered something else in Russian, and switched the light on.
Cherie gasped when he turned around. Sheet forgotten she scrambled to her knees on the bed and grasped hold of his arm better to see the injuries to his face. One eye was swollen shut, his lip split, and a nasty bruise was starting to form on his arm. He stilled her frantic exploration with one large hand and shook his head at her.
"Leave it be. I'll heal quickly, as you well know."              
"But I don't understand. Who did this to you and why?" There weren't many men who could best the Siberian tiger. "Where's Ink? Did he do this?"
Grisha didn't look at her when he replied.
"The man is an overgrown, besotted pussy cat, who can't see his ass past his fucking balls. He left, sweetheart." He smiled grimly at her sharp intake of breath, and fixed his one good eye on her. "He's left me in charge. Fine job I'm doing of that. The fucking cleaners don't even listen to me."
"What do you mean he's left you in charge? He can't have. Not that you couldn't run the club, but this is Ink's baby. I don't understand why he would do that, unless – unless…"  She bit her lip and shook her head and pulled her knees up to her chest.
"Unless what, sweetheart?" Grisha hooked a finger under her chin, and the concern in his eyes was her undoing. She sniffed her distress, and Grisha pulled her on his lap, whilst she cried into his shoulder. There she had been thinking this was a new beginning for Ink and her, and all this time she had been fooling herself. If he truly cared about her, he would have stayed, wouldn't he? By the time she finally got herself under control Grisha's shirt was soaked through.
"I'm sorry I made you all wet."
"Ach, never mind that. He'd have my pelt if he could see the mess I'm making of things. I'm supposed to take care of you, not get you all upset."
"Take care of me, how, exactly?"
Grisha looked decidedly uncomfortable and Cherie's tiger growled her annoyance.
"Let me guess. You have free leave to screw me whenever I feel the need to scratch an itch, is that it?"
"Now, I wouldn't put it quite like that, sweetheart, but yes, you and me, we could play if you wanted to." He skimmed a bloody knuckle across her exposed breasts and smiled as her traitorous nipples responded instantly. She crossed her arms over her chest, and his smile deepened. "But I'm not the one you want, is it?"
Cherie shook her head, and Grisha sighed.
"Didn't think so. I never am, after all." He looked wistful for a second before he flashed his usual grin at her, and despite her heart splintering into a thousand bite-sized pieces, Cherie's lips twitched in response.
"Well, if you change your mind, sweetheart, you know where I am."

Now, clearly after that little speech Grisha needed to get his own lady. In Masks Of A Tiger,
he takes on Neeve, who gives him a right merry go round. I will leave you with this little snippet of Grisha making a promise to Neeve.

"I don't know you. How can I trust you?"
"Because sometimes it's easier to tell someone you don't know." He cupped her chin and dug his fingers into her skin hard enough to hurt. "And because I get the whole need to mark skin thing, but you need to do it in a safe manner. I leave marks that fade, never scar. Marks that tease, and arouse, and get you so damn turned on, you'll have the hottest sex you ever had. Marks that will proclaim I own you, at least whilst in a scene. Think on that, sweetheart, next time you stare into the flame."
He let go of her so suddenly she felt bereft. As smoothly as he'd placed her on his lap, he moved her off it, until she was sitting on the couch looking up at him. He pulled a card out of his trouser pocket and placed into her hand. He leant down to do so, and Neeve's stomach flipped over as he drew so close their breaths mingled. Her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation of his kiss—a kiss she suddenly craved with every fiber of her being—a kiss that never came.
"Look at me, sweetheart."  His lips hovered over hers, when she opened her eyes, and he smiled. Arms either side of her body, he obliterated her view of anything but him, but her senses drank in the sight and feel of his powerful body. He'd rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, and opened a few more buttons on his shirt, exposing a smattering of dark hair on his chest, and Neeve's mouth watered. The contrast of the white shirt against his dark skin mesmerized her. She took in the play of muscles as he straightened away from her. With his tie loose around his neck, and his hands now pushed into his trouser pockets, he was the image of disheveled elegance.
"When you're ready to trust me, look me up, Neeve."

****


And that right there, is why Grisha is one of my all time favourite Heroes.  As part of the Hop I am giving away one of the Club Ink books (Winner's Choice) and also this scented Tiger candle.



Now, what else is up for grabs in this hop?

•            One lucky hopper will win a KINDLE PAPERWHITE eREADER sponsored by Evernight Publishing.
•            Every book blogger/reviewer site is giving away one free eBook from Evernight (winner’s choice of any eBook from Evernight Publishing’s website).
•            Plus, each author offers their own unique prize! So visit each blog hop stop for a host of fabulous prizes to win.

How to enter? Answer this question.

If Grisha was your Dom, what scene would you want to play?

Be sure you leave the answer and your email address in the comments below to be eligible to win a prize.


Keep hopping to the next author or blogger. After you’ve met each hero click here to vote for your favorite book boyfriend. You’ll earn an extra grand prize entry!

You’re one step closer to meeting your next Book Boyfriend...


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Sunday, 18 November 2012

#SixSunday from Masks Of A Tiger (Club Ink,3) week three

Happy Sunday again, folks. This is the last six I will be sharing from Grisha. As Of next week it  will be all about Christmas on Sundays :-)



Neeve doesn't understand why any normal person would choose to wear a collar, like a common house pet. So, the collaring ceremony of her best friend's sister in law is the last place she wants to be, even if the hot men watching her send her insides aflame.
Never one for missing the opportunity to teach a bratty sub manners, Grisha intends to show the fiery little redhead the error of her ways. He doesn't expect to see her drawn to the flame like the proverbial moth. When she hurts herself in ways that even a Dom of his experience finds hard to witness, he knows he needs to help her.
Will their sexual chemistry be enough to chase away their demons and burn away their masks? Or is the submission Grisha demands too much for Neeve to accept?

Masks Of A Tiger released on Friday and is available from

Evernight Amazon  ARe Bookstrand

 ****

In this scene Neeve is still insisting that  she doesn't want Grisha....



"Liar." He whispered the words, satisfied to see her eyes darken as he licked a path along her jaw and then took her trembling bottom lip between his teeth and bit down slightly. She whimpered in response, and he traced her lips with his tongue, willing her to open for him. When she did, he tasted heaven. The scent and taste of her drove his tiger wild, and it took every ounce of his self-control and years of being a Dom to not give in to his baser instincts. The need to brand her, to see his marks on her skin, to demand her complete submission, burnt through his veins like liquid fire. 


****

Can we say deluded anyone?

*grins*

Til next weeks, folks. Have a great Sunday and don't forget to check out the other sixers HERE.
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Friday, 16 November 2012

Release day and Author anniversary celebrations #squee

Excuse whilst I hop around like a demented rabbit ... or at least like a demented rabbit with a heavy head cold. You know I'm sure almost every time I release a book someone in my brood is not well! I reckon it's the universe making sure my head doesn't swell so much, I don't fit through my own front door anymore.

*grins*

I am extra excited today though, because not only is it release day for Masks Of A Tiger (Club Ink,3) ...


Blurb:

Neeve doesn't understand why any normal person would choose to wear a collar, like a common house pet. So, the collaring ceremony of her best friend's sister in law is the last place she wants to be, even if the hot men watching her send her insides aflame.
Never one for missing the opportunity to teach a bratty sub manners, Grisha intends to show the fiery little redhead the error of her ways. He doesn't expect to see her drawn to the flame like the proverbial moth. When she hurts herself in ways that even a Dom of his experience finds hard to witness, he knows he needs to help her.
Will their sexual chemistry be enough to chase away their demons and burn away their masks? Or is the submission Grisha demands too much for Neeve to accept?

Click HERE for a hot excerpt.

Buy links:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/masks-of-a-tiger-by-doris-oconnor/

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Masks-Tiger-Club-Ink-ebook/dp/B00A86K75O/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1353055525&sr=1-2

http://www.amazon.com/Masks-Tiger-Club-Ink-ebook/dp/B00A86K75O/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1353055525&sr=1-2

****


... today also marks the first anniversary of my being a published author. Yes, that's right, folks. Exactly a year ago, today I released my debut novel Lure Of The Blood!


Blurb:


Marnie's decision to finance her law degree by pole dancing awakens her latent sexuality, and the mysterious stranger lurking in the shadows sends her libido into overdrive.

Realizing her sexy lurker is a vampire is bad enough, but her boss is the alpha wolf of a pack of shifters? Torn between her attraction to both men and surrounded by danger, she has a decision to make. One that will change her life forever.

Click HERE for a hot excerpt

Buy Links

 http://www.evernightpublishing.com/lure-of-the-blood-by-doris-oconnor/

http://www.amazon.com/Lure-of-the-Blood-ebook/dp/B00687W6JW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1321800718&sr=8-1

http://www.bookstrand.com/lure-of-the-blood

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-lureoftheblood-641926-139.html

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I'm sure you can see why I am so excited. It's been an incredible year for me. Masks Of A Tiger marks my twentieth published story! And I have three more coming soon. I do have to pinch myself at times. When I started this fantastic journey I had no idea where it would lead, and I am incredibly grateful to all the great people I met on the way.

From my husband and family, to my  awesome critique group, my publishers, editors, cover artists, fellow authors, my friends, you know who you are, and last but by no means you, my readers, I thank you all for making my dream come true.

To know that you enjoy the fevered imaginings translating through my fingertips is humbling and exciting, and just the best job ever!


I realize I sound a bit like an overemotional actress at an Oscar acceptance speech, but hey, if I can't get a bit over emotional today of all days, when can I? And you know us artistic types - we do like to be dramatic.

*winks*

So clink your glasses with me and help me celebrate.



I have several giveways going at the moment. Two with Goodreads, as you can see in the side bar. Do enter if you fancy a signed Print copy.

Grisha himself is giving away a copy of his story here at the Nuthouse Scribblers.

http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/meet-grisha-from-masks-of-tiger-club-ink.html

And I am giving away another signed copy of Lure Of The Blood right here. All you have to do is leave me a comment and raise your glass in celebration. I'll pick a winner in a week's time!

Go on, you know you want to!

*dances some more*


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Sunday, 11 November 2012

#SixSunday from Masks Of A Tiger (Club Ink 3) week two

Happy Sunday all.

If you're here for the Autumn Harvest Blog Hop please click HERE.

Otherwise read on :-)

  Today I bring you another six from Masks Of A Tiger which releases on Friday!

 *squees in excitement*




Neeve doesn't understand why any normal person would choose to wear a collar, like a common house pet. So, the collaring ceremony of her best friend's sister in law is the last place she wants to be, even if the hot men watching her send her insides aflame.
Never one for missing the opportunity to teach a bratty sub manners, Grisha intends to show the fiery little redhead the error of her ways. He doesn't expect to see her drawn to the flame like the proverbial moth. When she hurts herself in ways that even a Dom of his experience finds hard to witness, he knows he needs to help her.
Will their sexual chemistry be enough to chase away their demons and burn away their masks? Or is the submission Grisha demands too much for Neeve to accept?

****

In this scene, Neeve dares Grisha. Never the best move...





 Her protest was far too breathy, and her pupils dilated to such a degree her green eyes were almost black. She released the breath she'd been holding on a loud exhale when he cupped her mound. The fabric was damp with her arousal, and he pushed one finger through the thin material and into her channel.  She squirmed against his hand, and her fingers curled into his shirt, whether to pull him closer or push him away, she didn't seem to know herself.
Their eyes locked, and Grisha smiled.
"Don't ever dare me, sweetheart."

Till next week, folks and check out the other Six Sunday Participants HERE
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Friday, 9 November 2012

Autumn's Harvest Blog Hop


Welcome to my little corner of this great blog hop. I love Autumn. It is one of my favourite seasons, and always has been. I grew up on a tree lined street in Germany, and every Autumn there was an abundance of leaves, and conkers. So Autumn meant play time. I have very fond memories of hunting for conkers, and then spending hours at the kitchen table, creating little men and women out of those conkers, with matchsticks arms and legs.
Leaves made beds and houses, and those little conker people used to go on grand adventures. I guess even back then  I was spinning stories :-)
And do you know how much fun a little girl can have diving into piles of leaves, taller than her? I did mention there were lots of trees, didn't I? So many treasures to discover, so many ways to get into trouble...
Leaves dry and they catch fire very easily and when you play cowboys and indians, you need a fire to send your smoke signals, right?

Yeees, that was the day my gran made sure the only matchsticks I was allowed to use were used ones. As an adult now I dread to  think what could have happened, but with a child's fascination I was drawn to fire like a moth to the flame.

A bit like my heroine, Neeve in Masks Of A Tiger which releases November 16th.



Neeve doesn't understand why any normal person would choose to wear a collar, like a common house pet. So, the collaring ceremony of her best friend's sister in law is the last place she wants to be, even if the hot men watching her send her insides aflame.
Never one for missing the opportunity to teach a bratty sub manners, Grisha intends to show the fiery little redhead the error of her ways. He doesn't expect to see her drawn to the flame like the proverbial moth. When she hurts herself in ways that even a Dom of his experience finds hard to witness, he knows he needs to help her.
Will their sexual chemistry be enough to chase away their demons and burn away their masks? Or is the submission Grisha demands too much for Neeve to accept?

For a scorching hot excerpt click HERE.

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Unfortunately for Neeve she didn't have a gran watching over her to ensure she didn't get into trouble as a child with some tragic and long lasting consequences. Will Grisha succeed in helping her? What do you think? Let me know in the comments, please.

In his words...

"I get the whole need to mark skin thing, but you need to do it in a safe manner. I leave marks that fade, never scar. Marks that tease, and arouse, and get you so damn turned on, you'll have the hottest sex you ever had. Marks that will proclaim I own you, at least whilst in a scene. Think on that, sweetheart, next time you stare into the flame."

****

Now for the fun part of this blog hop. I am giving away a copy of Masks Of Her Tiger to one lucky commenter on release day, and two runners up can chose a book from my back list. Check it out by clicking on the My Books tab above or by visiting my Website

And that is not all, of course.


We have THREE grand prizes on this blog hop. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $50 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains 10+ paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

*Please note that the Swag Pack is a US only Giveaway. The rest of the prices are of course international*

Please also make sure to leave your e-mail address when you comment, so we can contact you.

Good Luck and enjoy this season. I know I will, because with the days drawing in and the evenings getting darker and the  nights longer, now is the perfect time to get lost in a good book, or two ... or three...
You will find lots of other great books on the rest of the stops, so hop away.

*grins*





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