Doris O'Connor is spoiling us today with an excerpt from her new release and a giveaway...
Thanks so much for
having me on your blog today with my new release, Panther Magic, book five in
The Projects series. :)
Famous magicians Zeb
and Arran Harris are at the end of their current tour, and kicking back at the
spa-with-a-difference when they scent their mate. The fiery Zeb is all for
swinging the delicious human morsel over his shoulder and stalking off with
their prey, but his more level headed and five minutes younger twin Arran urges
caution.
After all, as
responsive as Kate seems to them, she is human, and there is the small matter
of her animosity toward all things magic.
Magic is in the
brothers’ blood as much as their need to shift, and as their mate and sub, Kate
will have to accept all of them.
A slow seduction is
what’s needed, but when circumstances force the brothers’ hand, that plan goes
out of the window and their animal instincts take over with disastrous results.
It’s just as well Kate
has spirit, because she has to rescue her Sirs right back.
Prepare to laugh, cry,
and get somewhat hot and bothered, because when these three get together, they
ignite the pages.
Blurb:
There’s no such thing as magic…
Kate doesn’t believe
in it, let alone the panther sort Arran and Zeb Harris are famous for. Using
animals in their act is just downright cruel. If only she could convince her
libido of that. Instead she seems to have fallen head over heels in lust with
those sex-on-legs twin brothers. Getting laid will cure this, surely?
When panther shifters
Arran and Zeb scent their mate, they know they’ll have a fight on their hands.
The delectable human morsel might be submissive, but Kate has spirit, never
mind the small matter she has no idea shifters exist.
They want her
submission freely given and not forced upon her by the mysterious mating bond.
However, when their panthers kill while rescuing Kate, that bond might well be
the only thing to keep them alive.
It’s up to Kate to
save her Sirs.
Adult Excerpt:
“Sirs, are we going to play—now?”
The words came out hesitant, but her breathing sped up when Zeb walked toward
her and placed the end of his crop under her chin to nudge her head up. He
slowly ran it along her throat, rested it on each of their bite marks and then
trailed it along her collarbone and into the valley of her breasts.
“I thought we might, unless you have
any objections?”
Kate shook her
head and whispered a shaky, “No, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Zeb trailed the tip
across her lace covered breasts, and over each nipple in turn, and Kate gasped
and tried her best not to squirm.
Arran barely
managed to hold in a groan of his own. It was incredibly erotic watching their
girl reacting to his brother’s strokes against her flesh. Her skin took on the
rosy glow of arousal, and her nipples firmed into hard buds that strained
against the delicate blue lace covering them. Zeb nudged her knees apart
further with his foot, and traced the tip of the crop over her quivering
abdomen and down to her delectable wet pussy. The fabric covering her slit
darkened further, and Arran’s nostrils flared as the sweet musk of her arousal
filled the air. His cock jerked, and he stroked along his length to give
himself some relief.
Zeb looked back at
him and smirked, and mimicked Arran’s actions on his own dick. Kate licked her
lips when she noticed, and moved toward Zeb, but he brought the riding crop
down between her legs. It flicked across her wet slit, and Kate jumped and
moaned. It was such a deep throated sound that Arran’s balls drew tight, and he
fisted himself harder.
“Such a naughty girl we have. So wet
for us already, so eager for a cock, aren’t you? Tell me, wildcat, how badly do
you want my cock?”
Zeb took himself
in hand more firmly as he spoke to her, and Kate’s gaze seemed riveted to the
action of his hand going up and down his shaft. Arran fisted himself faster, as
Kate’s pink little tongue dipped out and licked her lips. Drops of pre-cum emerged
from the tip of his cock, and he rubbed his thumb over his wet slit, and used
the natural lubrication to fist himself harder. It felt way too good, and his
grunt of pleasure brought Kate’s attention back to him.
Zeb
laughed when he noticed.
“Or perhaps you want my brother’s
cock?”
Kate looked
between them, and she nodded.
“What’s that, girl? I can’t hear
you. Which cock do you want? Mine or Arran’s, or perhaps you want both?”
Arran and Kate
both groaned in unison, and Zeb’s grin deepened. His sadistic brother always
did get a kick out of playing mind games, and seeing both Arran’s and Kate’s
discomfort no doubt turned him on.
“Hmm, perhaps you’ll get your wish,
and we’ll fill all your holes today. Would my little wildcat like that?”
A moan was his
only answer, and without warning Zeb brought the riding crop down across her
thigh. Kate yelped, and a red thin stripe appeared across her pale flesh
immediately. Zeb repeated the action to her other leg, and tears sprang into
Kate’s eyes, yet her sweet musk increased tenfold, and Arran’s beast near
salivated at tasting the bounty between her legs.
“Yes, Sir, please, anything … I’m
yours.”
Kate’s whispered
reply was music to Arran’s ears, and Zeb winked at him.
“Good girl, you best start with my
little brother then. He looks about ready to explode.”
Kate’s gaze sought
Arran’s, and the love and need to please that shone out of her right now meant
the world to him. She made to rise, but Zeb’s heavy hand on her shoulder
stopped her.
“Who said anything about getting up,
girl? I want you to crawl, and swing those hips and tits. Give Arran a show,
and then suck him good. I don’t want to see a drop of his cum spilled, do you
hear me?”
“Yes, Sir.” Kate’s eager reply and
the speed with which she complied meant that Arran had to pinch the bottom of
his shaft to stop himself from shooting his load like some inexperienced
teenager. He was so fucking close already, and judging by the wicked grin on his
brother’s face Zeb knew that, too. He mentally flipped his brother the finger,
and then concentrated on the poetry in motion that was Kate crawling toward
him. With an inherent grace that would have done any cat shifter proud she put
one hand in front of the other, and slid her knees across the soft carpet,
while swinging her hips from side to side.
Zeb’s face
dropped, and he seemed unable to tear his gaze away from her ass. Zeb had
always been an ass man, and seeing her pale globes so beautifully presented to
him, had to be torture for his brother. Served the bastard right.
All conscious
thought fled Arran’s brain when Kate reached him, looked up at him from under
her naturally long eyelashes, and smiled.
“Sir? May I please suck your cock?”
Story Excerpt:
“Have you actually seen our act?”
Arran’s softly spoken question took the wind out of her righteous sails
somewhat, and she tried her best to glare at him, too, which lasted all of two
seconds under his quiet regard. One eyebrow rose in query, and with his full
mouth set in a grim line, he radiated disapproval, and she couldn’t bring
herself to hold his gaze. Instead she shook her head, and she dropped it down
to his muscle packed chest, which was not helping one iota. Wrenching her gaze
upward again, she finally settled for staring at his jaw. Mind you, that, too,
was far too distracting, covered as it was in designer stubble. It simply drew
her attention to his strong neck and the way his Adam’s apple moved as he
spoke, even more softly this time. There was no mistaking the edge to his words
though that made her want to sink to her knees and apologize.
She once heard it
said that a true Dom didn’t need to raise his voice, and she’d never truly
understood that until this moment, and they weren’t even in a scene. Lord help
her if they ever were.
“So, tell me, sweet thing, how can
you form an opinion on how we treat the animals we use if you’ve never seen us
in action?”
Kate wanted the
ground to swallow her up whole. He had a point there, she guessed, but, bugger
it all to hell and back if she was going to admit that.
She settled for
shrugging her shoulders, and jumped when Zeb grasped her chin and thus gave her
no choice but to look up at him.
“Give us the courtesy of looking at
us when you condemn us without knowing all the facts, girl. Shrugging your
shoulders like that is downright rude, and I think you know what happens to
rude girls. If you think yourself safe from recriminations, because we’re in a
public space, then think again. I have no compunction of putting you over my
knee right now.”
Natasha’s loud
gasp broke the tense moment, and Zeb smiled and released her as abruptly as he
had grasped her.
“Sorry, Sir.” Kate
had to murmur that quiet apology, when the loss of his touch on her skin left
her curiously at sea. Approval flashed across his far too handsome features,
and Kate got the oddest sensation when she stared into his eyes. They seemed to
briefly flash to a soft, glowing yellow, before she blinked, and she looked
back into their more usual warm chestnut.
“However, Sir,” she said and
Zeb frowned and Arran gave a short laugh, and shook his head in what seemed to
be wry amusement. “You are not my Dom. I have not agreed to a scene, and if you
tried to put me over your knee in any way shape or form without my agreement,
public space or not, I’d have you up for an assault charge faster than you can
say poor mistreated cat.”
There, put that
in your pipe and smoke it.
Kate crossed her
arms again, in an effort to hide her trembling hands, and focused on Natasha,
instead of the two overbearing hunks in front of her. Despite her insides
churning like clothes on a spin cycle, her lips twitched at the open mouthed
expression on her friend’s face.
Talk about giving
her a demonstration to prove the point that submissive didn’t equal doormat.
They’d had that discussion only this morning on their way over to the spa. Then
again, Kate was the first to admit that she was a rather bratty sub at the best
of times.
“She’s got you there, bro.” Arran’s
amused voice brought Kate’s attention back to him, and she lost herself in the
smile he gave her. That smile alone would guarantee that most females would
drop their knickers in an instant. Not that she was most females, and besides she wasn’t wearing
knickers. Bikini bottoms didn’t count, surely.
“I fear we’ve started off on the
wrong foot somewhat, and for that I apologize, Kate.” He looked across at his
brother and some sort of silent communication seemed to occur between the two
men, because Zeb nodded, and he, too smiled, showing a set of even white teeth
that must make his dentist very proud of him.
Kate groaned at
her thought processes. This was beyond ridiculous, really. Why did these two
get to her so much?
“There is an easy way of remedying
this situation, however,” Arran said. “We would very much like to invite you to
come and see one of our performances, as our VIP guests. You and Natasha both.”
He nodded at
Natasha, and for the second time in the last few minutes, Kate’s friend looked
as though she was going to have a heart attack.
“Oh, my, really? We’d love to come,
wouldn’t we, Kate? Oh, this is so kind of you, really. Kate will be there,
won’t you?”
It was on the tip
of Kate’s tongue to deny this assumption, but the way Natasha implored her with
her big feline eyes meant that she couldn’t, so instead she just gave a tight
nod. Natasha’s squeal rang in her ears, and the two men’s tight shoulders
relaxed. She hadn’t even noticed how tense they had become until that moment,
and Kate briefly wondered why this seemed to mean so much to them, before she
was pulled into a bear hug by Natasha.
“Thank you, you’ll love it, you’ll
see.” Natasha’s whisper in her ear did nothing to quell the churning in her
tummy when she looked across at the two men. Cat that got the cream sprang to
mind, and she forced a smile on her lips, when Natasha finally released her,
and Zeb and Arran made their goodbyes.
Heat flared up her
arms when they both took one of her hands each and bending over them kissed
them in an old fashioned gesture that made Kate want to swoon like a Regency
heroine in the historical romance novels she liked to read.
“Until we meet again,” Arran said.
“I’ll look forward to your proper
apology then, girl.”
Kate tried to
snatch her hand away at Zeb’s outrageous words, but he held firm until she
stopped struggling. Only then did he release her hand after he turned it over
and dropped a lingering kiss on the rapidly beating pulse in her wrist.
With a smirk to
send her bikini bottoms aflame he winked at her, and left her to stare after
the departing forms of him and his twin.
To celebrate the release I’m giving away a $25 Amazon GC and two e-books from my back list. a Rafflecopter giveaway
To celebrate the release I’m giving away a $25 Amazon GC and two e-books from my back list. a Rafflecopter giveaway
About Doris:
Doris is
a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for,
and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to
paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are
guaranteed.
Happily
married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their
brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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