Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Monday, March 18, 2013

Guest- Doris O'Connor

Doris O'Connor joins us today to share her newest release, Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed (Natasha).


When I wrote the original Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed I thought to myself, "Hmm, this would make a good series." However, busy with other things I shelved that idea for the time being, until I woke up one morning with my heroine for this story in my head.
Natasha literally stumbled into my head in much the same way as she stumbles into the hotel foyer. Slightly—scratch that—extremely nervous at meeting this Mr. SG, she also knows that she needs to do something to feel like a woman. Reconstructive surgery has left her with scars inside and out, and at least with him, she knows he won't run away screaming, when he sees them—right?
As SG helps her to face her demons and fulfills her fantasies, can they ever be more than just client and escort?
I leave you with a hot little excerpt…
Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed, the card said – what a pretentious name for an escort.
Still, cancer survivor Natasha has to do something to reclaim her sexuality after her reconstructive surgery, and he comes highly recommended, by her mother no less.
When she meets the experienced Dom, he makes every submissive bone in her body sing, and wish for things that can never be. Or can they? Fantasy fulfillment is all well and good, but she is just another client.
As they test all of her boundaries, will their one night heal her, or break her?
"I want you to play, pet. Play, or safe word out. Those are your two options. I suggest you use them wisely."
The pressure on her shoulders increased, just enough to get slightly painful, and she took a deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to really. She ran her fingers over the keys, the movement so familiar, yet strange after all this time, and she shut her eyes.
Something haunting he'd said. How very fitting. Without any conscious thought on her part, her fingers flew, and she lost herself in the music. Tears gathered and dropped on her hands, yet still she played, her body swaying with the music. By the time the last few notes of Chopin's Nocturne in E minor had drifted off into the ether, she felt at peace. Natasha floated on the high that playing the piano had used to give her all the time, before her cancer treatment had blown up her fingers and made playing impossible. She acknowledged the thought, but caught in her bubble of happiness and achievement, it did not have the power to hurt her just then.
When she opened her eyes, it was to find SG watching her. Heat rose in her cheeks, and her cunt clamped when she realized what she was witnessing.
He was leaning against the piano, his legs spread wide, and Jonas was giving him head. She sucked in a breath and hastily pulled her eyes back up to SG's face. He smiled at her, and against her better judgment her gaze darted downwards. Jonas chose that moment to come up for air, and her clit clenched in need when she got her first proper view of SG's cock. Slick from Jonas's mouth it glistened and quivered. Jonas put one hand on SG's thigh and grasped the other man's heavy ball sac with the other. Jonas squeezed and then sucked one testicle into his mouth. SG's groan of pleasure made her breathing hitch. She shouldn’t be witnessing this moment, but she couldn't drag her gaze away either as Jonas ran his hand up and down SG's huge cock. Pre-cum leaked on his fingers, the scent of sex heavy in the air, and Natasha licked her lips. She could almost taste the spicy, salty essence in the air. SG groaned again, the sound so low and sexy, moisture trickled past her pussy lips and onto her thighs.
Who'd have thought that watching two men in action would be such a turn on, let alone that SG would actually give her that particular fantasy. She could feel his gaze on her face, on her breasts and lower, scorching her skin as though he was running his hands over her sweat slicked flesh.
"Touch yourself for me while you watch, pet. You know you want to. But do not come without my permission. "
Natasha balled her hands into fists, horrified to see them in her lap. She seemed to have spread her legs wide, too, giving SG, and Jonas for that matter, should he chose to look across, a perfect view of her wet cunt. She should have been mortified, but instead white hot arousal coursed through her veins. Her breathing grew heavy in tune with the men, and she ran her fingers through her wet slit. A moan escaped her lips, as the familiar tingles started. Circling her clit, she felt it swell under her fingertip, just as SG's cock swelled and pulsed. Jonas set to work in earnest, and SG grabbed the younger man's hair and started to fuck his mouth. Faster and harder they all worked together, to reach the pinnacle. Her fingers fell away as SG came with a roar of completion, and Jonas's throat worked overtime swallowing down his seed. She was so close, so goddamn close, but he hadn’t given her permission to come, and she couldn't push herself over that cliff without it, she just couldn't.
So she stopped, not daring to move, as the cool air on her swollen folds alone started the familiar tingles of bliss. She bit her lip, and dug her hands into the leather of the piano chair. Perspiration broke out all over her body, but somehow she staved off the impending orgasm.
By the time she had herself back under control, Jonas had finished licking SG clean. He pulled the younger man up by his hair and the rough kiss that followed between them had Natasha teetering on the brink again. 
Jonas was flushed and breathing so heavily his pants filled the still room when SG broke the kiss. The outline of his erect cock was clearly visible through his fitted trousers, and Jonas groaned when SG took him into a firm grip through the fabric.
"Want to help our boy out here, my pet? I think he deserves a treat, don't you? And as you've been such a good girl you deserve one, too. Jonas here does wonders with his tongue." He patted Jonas's head, and the young man colored and bowed his head in submission.
Natasha couldn't tear her eyes away from the outline of that erection, and SG chuckled. He released Jonas who immediately resumed his previous position on the floor. SG pulled Natasha to her feet so roughly that she would have stumbled, had he not picked her up and set her on the piano. The keys clanged as her feet settled on them. Natasha winced at the sound, before his mouth came down hard on hers and she forgot to think altogether. He tasted just as she imagined he would, raw, masculine, earthy, with just a hint of Jonas's scent still clinging to his firm lips. He shifted, and another set of hands spread her thighs wide, before an extremely skillful tongue delved into her channel, and she screamed into the kiss SG gave her.
He broke the kiss and smiled at her, the warm approval in his eyes her undoing.
Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed—Natasha releases March 13th through Evernight Publishing

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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Thursday, March 7, 2013

Becoming His Little One Blog Tour

My fourth book with Evernight Publishing (5th book total) releases on March 12th. To celebrate and promote this, I have arranged a blog tour with awesome fellow Evernight authors. Please be sure to patronize their pages, a few will even be offering a giveaway copy of Becoming His Little One!

(May be adjusted as I add more dates, I will also add links as the posts go live)

March 12th: Hennessee Andrews
March 13th: Jenika Snow
March 14th: Robin Badillo
March 15th: Melanie Fletcher
March 18th: Shyla Novak
March 19th: Nikki Prince
March 20th: Michaela Rhua
March 21st: Doris O'Connor
March 29th: CR Moss

Becoming His Little One blurb:
Carolyn is a plain divorcee living a plain life. Though her sexual experiences have all been vanilla, she is drawn to the submissive aspect of BDSM. In the multi-player online world of Other Existence, she finds an outlet for this. It is there that she meets Dave, an older Air Force lieutenant colonel, who turns out to be her dominant counterpart. After weeks of chats in which they share their deepest desires, the two meet in real life and a match made in BDSM heaven is born.

As their relationship develops, she discovers the tenderness and emotion that complements the lifestyle. There are whips and spreader bars, but also loving massages afterward. When Dave is suddenly torn away from her by his duty to his country, it is up to Carolyn to decide if the love they've found is worth the fight to keep it.

Friday, February 8, 2013

Evernight's Valentine's Snippets (Giveaway!)

Welcome to the Evernight Valentine's Snippets Blog Hop!
The prize to be given away on my blog is...

A $5 Amazon e-gift card!

To be entered to win this prize, you must read the following book excerpt and answer the question about it at the end (by posting a comment that includes your email address). And like Evernight Publishing on Facebook (link at bottom).That's it! I will draw ONE winner on February 15th.

Ready to get started?

One morning, Jeanette Goodwyn wakes up to find every single person in her small town gone. She believes she is the only human being left on Earth and lives a very lonesome couple of months on her own. She is discovered by Evan Grey, a survivor from another state who embarked on a journey to find another living person.
The two decide to join forces and sustain their lives together. Somewhere in the middle of loneliness and survival, they fall for each other.  But in an empty, uncertain world, Jeanette finds herself afraid to love Evan. Do they love each other because they were meant to be together or because they are the only ones left? And what will happen to their relationship if the world changes once more?
Be Warned: anal sex.

          “I love being able to see the stars. But damn, I have to say that I miss electricity.” Evan spoke as they stood hip to hip, staring up at the night sky. The whole world was quiet around them, and the wind breezed gently past, ruffling both their hair and the tall grass.

           After a moment of thought and a small sigh, Jeanette replied, “I think I miss music the most, out of anything. Oh, and dancing.”

           He turned to her with a sweet smile playing on his lips. “You can have both of those still, silly.”

          Jeanette looked up at him and cocked her head. “Oh, really now?”

          “Yep.” He said, taking her into her arms and swaying their bodies gently together in a side to side motion. Under his breath, he began to hum a little tune. He spun her around as though he was a fancy ballroom dancer.

           Laughing as she came back from the turn and settling into his arms, Jeanette said,      “What on Earth are you humming?”

           “Uh… I think it was some Etta James mixed with a little Patsy Cline. Sort of my own little playlist.”

           “All right there, Grandpa,” she teased, letting her head rest on his chest.

           “Hey, I spent a lot of time with my grandma growing up. What do you expect? If my Uncle Henry would have been around more, I could be singing some classic rock. A little Stones, perhaps.”

            Jeanette tossed her head back and let out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, if only. If only.”

            “Why don’t you just be quiet and dance?” he suggested.

             Jeanette began to reply, but Evan cut her off by pressing his lips against hers hungrily. Pinning her against the railing, he raised her arms above her head and whispered, “Keep them up.”

             Then he nuzzled his way down her neck and to her chest. He pulled the cups of her bra down and exposed her nipples, hardened with both the exposure to the cool night air. Pulling each in turn into his mouth with an audible suck, he murmured,

“You are so tasty.”

            Jeanette lowered herself to her knees and began undoing the fly of his jeans. When they hit the ground, he stepped out of them and she pulled down his boxer briefs. His swollen cock bounced upward once freed from the cloth, and she paused for a moment to admire its thickness. Evan slid his hand into her hair and gently but firmly pulled her forward. Mouth open as wide as it would go, Jeanette took his warm cock past her lips and to her throat. She caressed and licked, moving her fist in loose circles as an extension of her mouth. Evan’s hand continued to stroke his fingers through her hair, and after a few minutes he pulled her to her feet and led her to what they now considered to be their bedroom.

           “Get on the bed,” Evan commanded. “On your hands and knees.”

Jeanette climbed up and arranged herself as he said. The bed sank a little as he moved behind her, and then she felt his coarse hands skim from her thighs up across her ass. Evan let out a little sigh as he pressed himself against her, his cock sliding against her silken panties.

There was a crackling sound that must have been Evan opening a condom, then another pause, and then his hands returned to both sides of her plump ass. His cock slid from her lower back, then down her crack and across her back door. He paused there, letting the tip of his throbbing member rest against the tight, virgin entrance.

         “Tell me what you want me to do,” he demanded in a husky, strained tone.

          Jeanette turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder. Quietly, she replied,

“I want to do whatever you want to do.”

Question (post your reply as a comment, with your email): In her post-apocalyptic world, Jeanette misses music the most. In a similar situation, what do you think that you would miss the most?

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Sunday, February 3, 2013

Book Reviews: Authors & Readers

As an author, it's exciting for someone who has read your book to review it. 
The idea of some stranger actually choosing to read something I created is simply mind-blowing, and really, that's the thing I dreamed of since I started writing as a small child.

Occasionally, I monitor Amazon and Goodreads to see if new reviews have been posted on any of my four books (soon to be five! Look for Becoming His Little One to be released by Evernight Publishing later this year). There's always a moment of anticipation as I skim to check this. Then, when something is new, there's a mixture of both euphoria and dread. Euphoria that someone even bothered to write a review, and dread about what they may say.

I believe it's part of any learning process to take negative criticism and use it constructively. I appreciate every review I get, even the ones where the reviewer says they didn't like the story much for X reason.

However, there's nothing more disappointing in this journey than getting a one or two star review, and all it says is "I hated this!" or "Why did I bother to read this?". There's nothing I can glean from that, nothing to be learned, nothing I can work on improving. Maybe they hated the story for legitimate reasons, or maybe the reviewer is just a jealous person. Maybe they were having a bad day and weren't in the mood for the genre. Maybe they read one sentence and from that thought it was garbage. 

If you let it, it can be hurtful to, say, log into Goodreads and see someone has attacked your writing. 

The point of all this is the following:

For authors: Take bad reviews with a grain of salt. Learn what you can from negative reviews. And bask in the joy that is a good review.

For readers/reviewers: Be honest, but be tactful and constructive. If you didn't like the book- fair enough- but say why. If the author has any chance of working on what you thought was wrong (if it's something they can or should do), then simply saying "This book sucks" doesn't help. Be balanced, if there were things you both liked and disliked, then say it!

Have you read one of my books (or wish to)? Review them:

Isabella Olivia Ellis on Goodreads
Isabella Olivia Ellis on Amazon

And be sure to visit my blog the week of February 10th-14th, as I will be participating in Evernight's Valentine's Snippets Blog Hop. There will be a giveaway!

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Interview: Doris O'Connor (Too Devious to Tame)

Thank you for joining us today, Doris. The blurb for your new book, Too Devious to Tame, is very mysterious and intriguing. This book is the third in your Giovanni Clan series, right?

Thanks so much for having me here today, Isabella . Too Devious To Tame is indeed the third in that series. It's been a long time coming too.

1)      Have you found writing a series to be easier than writing a standalone book? Why or why not?
I think Standalones are easier to be honest. You need continuation in a series, for starters. Not that that's a huge problem for me, but with this third book I stalled for ages. It has a different feel to the first two. It's darker, and has moved into suspense territory. For ages I couldn't get past that, worrying if it would fit, and what the readers would think, until finally Giorgio took over and basically  told me to 'tell his damn story'. So I did!
2)      Who is your favorite character in Too Devious to Tame? Why?

Apart from Giorgio, and Jemima, it has to be Stella Giovanni. She is just so deliciously impossible and such fun to write, and has been a favourite character of mine right from book one.
3)      What inspired you to write this series? Do you plan on many more stories in it?
I didn't plan on writing a series at all. But I fell in love with the Giovanni in book one, and just wanted to keep going. I need to write Stella's story, and there are a few characters that have popped up in book three, that got my muse pondering, so we'll see. 
4)      What is your favorite kind of heroine to write?
Kick ass, sassy, yet vulnerable. She needs to be strong and capable of looking after herself, yet feminine enough to appreciate the man in her life.

When Giorgio Giovanni tracks the troublesome Jemima down in a hospital bed in Italy, he has one thing on his mind—revenge. However, the fragile woman he encounters is not the devious female he remembers. When it becomes clear that she is in danger, he risks everything to keep her safe.
Left for dead, Jemima wakes up in hospital, terrified, and with no idea of her identity. The angry man, who comes to claim her, is the only link to a shared past she can't remember. A past that threatens to destroy them, and all she has ever held dear.
With danger all around them, and their sexual chemistry off the scale, can they find their way back to each other, or is the past too devious to tame?
Tears clouded her vision at the concern in his voice, and he swore and moved to untie her.
"No, I'm fine, really. Leave it. Show me how it should be, please. Help me to forget."
He stared at her for the longest time, one large hand, hot and heavy on her belly, his gaze so intense it took her breath away.  When he finally smiled, it lit up his harsh features. She didn't catch the murmured Italian words he mumbled under his breath, but the kiss that followed had her curl her toes into the bed with the effort to not release herself from her bonds and bury her hands in his hair to make him hurry up and fuck her.
He was breathing as heavily as she by the time he released her, and she bit back a moan when he simply ripped the rest of her dress off her. Her bra and knickers followed the fate of her dress, until she lay in front of him naked, wet, and wanting. He ran his knuckles slowly up and down her tummy in ever widening circles, and then reached across to the ice bucket with a slow grin.
"Shut your eyes for me, cara."   His voice had dropped an octave, and her stomach dropped right with it, seeing him hold a couple of ice cubes in his fingers. She shook her head and bucked off the bed, when he flicked his hand over her breasts. Ice cold drops of water fell on her skin and trickled between the valley of her breasts. He licked the drops away, his warm tongue taking away the coldness left by the water.
"Shut your eyes, trust me. This will be so much better for you when you can't see what I'm doing." He kissed a path down her quivering tummy, and she blinked back tears at the tender way he caressed her abdomen. He paused to drop a long kiss just above her pubic bone, and his hot breath teased her wet folds. Her clit tingled, and she shut her eyes, as he renewed his request for her to do so. She couldn't see what he was doing, but the bed dipped as he adjusted his weight again. His hot mouth closed over one of her nipples at the same time as the other was subjected to an ice cube being circled around it.
She gasped at the intense sensation, and Giorgio swapped sides. The difference between his warm mouth and tongue and the ice cube sent her body into spasms of need. She writhed under him, and he laughed. Again and again he repeated the process all along her body. A path of ice, followed by the warmth of his tongue as he licked the icy trails away, leaving fiery awareness in its wake. By the time he finally reached her pussy, she was hovering on the brink of orgasm. She whimpered her need when he pushed an ice cube high into her channel and then proceeded to lick around her clit, careful to never touch her when she needed him most. The melting ice cube mixed in with her own juices and trickled slowly out her hole. Her pussy clenched, and she didn't recognize the needy voice pleading with him to please do something.
He blew against her slit and shouldered her legs wider.
"Così bello, e tutto mio."   He followed the words with a kiss, and she screamed when he pulled her clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, at the same time as he pushed another ice cube into her empty channel. Her walls closed around the slippery object, and spasmed wildly as the first quivers of her orgasm hit. Giorgio groaned into her core and stepped up his sweet torture on her clit. When he pushed two fingers into her core, and massaged her sweet spot, the intensity of her orgasm hit her with the full force of freight train.
"That's it, tesoro, fly for me." He caught her scream of release in his mouth, and she could taste herself in the passionate kiss he gave her, dimly aware of him withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. Thick, hard, and so very long he filled her completely as he pushed into her swollen core, until he was seated to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her feet into his calves to give him better access and to take him as deep as she could. He started thrusting, every move driving him deeper into her, and tumbling her right over the edge again, as her inner muscles contracted around his thick member. Faster and faster he pumped, his harsh breathing in her ear the most erotic sound ever, his hands and lips seemingly everywhere, arousing every little bit of skin he touched until her whole body was a mass of sensation. Again her body climbed toward that peak of sheer joy, and this time Giorgio was with her every step of the ecstatic journey they took together. Her eyes flew open, and she drowned in the rolling depths of emotion she saw reflected in his, as they came together in their explosive release.
When her body finally stopped shaking, she could taste the salt of tears in her mouth. Giorgio kissed them off her face, and he released her from her bonds, and pulled her into his embrace. She had to smile at his grumbled, "If this is pretending, then I hate to see what will happen when we do this for real."
Too Devious To Tame releases January 28th
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.
Find Doris on the web here: