Thanks so much for having me
on your blog today, Jorja J
I do love a series, but
funnily enough, I never set out to write one. They just kinda happen. As a
panster I'm completely character driven, and every once in a while there are
secondary characters that pop up, which are impossible to ignore. This is what
happened when I wrote Auctioned to the Honorable Dom.
My heroine Laura has a
complicated relationship with her brother, and desperate for his approval she
has made some bad choices in her past, that have left her emotionally
vulnerable. Add to that the fact that she has been in love with her brother's
best friend since knee high and things get interesting, when said best friend
purchases her at a slave auction at Club Spectrum.
Plenty of delicious
conflict, too much to resolve in just one book, hence a series was born. Each
book will be a standalone, but I hope readers will fall in love with the
characters as much as I did, and follow them on their journey at Club Spectrum J
Blurb:
[Siren Allure: Erotic Older
Hero Consensual BDSM Romance, spanking, cropping, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
A drunken dare sees Laura
Anderson sign up for the Club Spectrum Auctions. A night of kinky sex with a
real Dom is just what she needs. It was never meant to be with Slade Douglas,
the only man she's ever loved. The man who left her standing at her parent's
grave, and fled the country without an explanation.
Fifteen years her senior,
Slade had thought her too fragile and innocent for the lifestyle then, and he
made a promise to her brother to leave her alone. This time he cannot walk
away, especially as Laura is not the innocent girl he remembers. She has grown into
a beautiful woman, willing and able to gift him with her submission, and their
chemistry cannot be denied.
As he explores her
boundaries and pushes her further than she has ever been taken before, Laura
flies, but their painful past may prove one obstacle too many.
There's only one thing Slade
can do…
Adult Excerpt:
Long and thick, his cock
rested on his abdomen, and she traced a finger up the thick vein underneath,
until she reached the bulbous head. His shaft twitched and hardened further
under her gentle touch and she glanced up at his face to make sure he was still
asleep. Her heart stalled in her chest, for Slade was watching her. One thick
eyebrow raised, his gaze pinned her in place. Her skin tingled under his heated
regard. Nipples firmed and her breasts grew heavy, and she squirmed on the bed
and hastily withdrew her hand. Slade smirked and laced his hands behind his
head in an air of nonchalance.
“Don’t stop now, petal. I
find myself most curious as to what you had in mind.”
His deep voice washed over
her and she let her eyes feast on the image of male perfection in front of her.
From the full lips drawn up in a sinful smile, over the beard-roughened jaw,
the thick neck with the prominent Adam’s apple, she let her gaze wander. Down
over the width of his muscled shoulders, and the pectorals covered in a fine
dusting of chest hair that narrowed over the ridges and valleys of his six
pack, until it created a happy trail leading to the dark patch of hair at the
base of his thick cock.
“Touch me, petal.” His voice
sounded thicker than before she had started her visual inspection, and her body
responded to the silken promise behind those words with a trickle of moisture
between her legs. Her internal walls clenched in need, and she licked her lips
when a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of Slade’s dick. He groaned and she
bent forward, put her hands on his thighs, and then licked that slick of his
essence away. Salty and tangy his unique musk filled her nostrils and she
inhaled against his abdomen.
Slade’s thighs tensed under
her hands, and he swore under his breath, making her smile. His skin, covering
the hard muscles underneath, was silky smooth, and Laura ran her hands over the
hard expanse of his tummy. Her lips followed the path her hands had already
taken, and she flicked the hard little nubs of his nipples, and tugged at his
chest hair.
“Naughty girl, you’re
heading the wrong way.” The words were stern, but when she looked up she could
see the laughter in his eyes, and something else, that turned her heart into a
sledgehammer.
Slade wrapped his hand into
her hair and tugged her up and close until she half lay on him. Her scalp
prickled under the firm grip he had on her tresses, and her eyes closed at the
first brush of his lips against hers.
He licked along the seam of
her lips, and Laura sighed. Slade slipped in and took charge of the kiss with a
thorough exploration of her mouth that left her breathless and needy.
She clenched her thighs to
relieve the ache between her legs and Slade broke the kiss with a smile. He
slapped her ass right across one of the welts leftover from last night and the
residual pain zinged straight to her clit. Like sweet torture, that tiny bit of
pain increased her need for him tenfold and she moaned her denial when he
released her.
Slade cupped his now fully
erect cock, and smiled at her.
“Beg for it, if you want it,
petal, like a good little sub.”
Startled she looked up at
him, and Laura swallowed hard at the intensity of his stare. Jaws clenched,
Slade studied her, and her insides turned to goo at the air of command he
exuded.
“Please, Sir, may I have
your cock?”
Approval lit up his eyes,
and Laura breathed easier knowing that she had pleased him. Never in a million
years would she have thought that she would beg for a man’s cock, yet with him,
here, right now, it seemed the most natural thing in the world. He stroked
himself faster and Laura’s pussy clenched and unclenched in rhythm with those
long fingered strokes up and down his cock. She wanted to wrap her fingers
round his thick girth and swallow the renewed moisture leaking out of his slit.
“Where do you want my cock,
petal? Which one of your sweet holes shall I fill?” Slade asked. He palmed one
of her breasts with his free hand and squeezed hard enough to bring tears to
her eyes. Sweet pain that made her more desperate for him.
“Shall I fuck your tits,
petal, or your mouth?” He abandoned her breasts and ran his hand up to her
throat, squeezing slightly, before he covered her mouth. His fingers dug into
her jaw and he pulled her closer still, until he could nuzzle her neck. A
shudder went through her and he sucked hard enough to leave a bruise. Biting
down slightly, he then released her and ran his hand back down her body. He
tapped her legs and Laura opened her thighs automatically.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
Before she even knew what was happening, he had her flat on her back with her
legs flung over his shoulders. Wide open and exposed, Laura trembled and
flinched as he rubbed his stubble across the sensitive skin of her upper
thighs. His hands dug into her ass cheeks, lifting her off the bed and she
gasped when he slid his fingers through her wet slit and then pushed his slick
thumb through her little puckered hole.
“Maybe I’ll fuck you up the
ass. Would my little petal like that?”
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Auctioned to the Honorable
Dom releases September 25th and is available for pre-order now.
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Author
Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good
description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily
basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from
adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with
children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband.
Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do
after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the
locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her
characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will
find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any
peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and
sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as
they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting
love stories are guaranteed.
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Thanks again for hosting us, Jorja :-)
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