Thanks so much for having me here today to share a little
about my new release, Sol and the Magic Fingers.
This story was a dream to write, because it literally wrote
itself J
I've always been fascinated by Genies. Aladdin was one of my favourite stories
as a child. So, when a reader left a comment on my blog wishing for a magical
e-reader, I immediately thought, "Oohh, now there's an idea."
I was busy with other things, until New Year's Eve, when I
was standing at my kitchen sink, doing the washing up, and … Poof … in true
Genie style there was Sol in my head, telling me the entire first chapter.
Now, I love it when that happens, but it was New Year's Eve
and I had a poorly toddler to boot. However, I know when resistance is futile,
and like the dutiful author I am, I sat down and took dictation. Four am the
next morning saw me type The End. J
So, there you have it. The magical journey of Sol, lol. I
hope you enjoy reading his story as much as I enjoyed writing it…
Blurb:
Breaking your e-reader at the end of a long and trying day
is enough to send any woman over the edge. Karen's one treat are her naughty
stories. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Saucy stories in the old library? It doesn't seem likely, but
when Karen is sent home with an odd looking reading device magic happens at the
touch of her fingers. Is the drop dead gorgeous man she encounters real or just
a flight of her imagination?
Caught in a weekend of sexual delight, will she lose her
heart, as well as her inhibitions? And is there any future for the two of them?
Excerpt:
She jumped up, rinsed off her plate in the sink,
and grabbing a fresh cup of coffee on the way, headed for the sanctuary of her
bedroom. Here she liked to immerse herself in her stories, to forget about her
worries, and let herself be transported into another world of drop dead
gorgeous men, who actually knew how to pleasure a woman, and didn't leave their
dirty socks on your bedroom floor. She giggled at the thought and ran her hands
over the e-reader. Just like before it seemed to come to life in her hands. It
shimmered and grew, and as if by magic the story she'd been reading appeared on
the screen. Well, Mr. Jones had said it
was in there. She found her place and started reading.
Two hours later she dropped the reader out of
her clammy hands and drew a ragged breath into her lungs. Wow, that had been an
intense read. The story was hot, but somehow, this time round it had felt as
though she had been the heroine in the book, so engrossed had she been in
the scenes unfolding in her mind. Beads of perspiration covered her body, and
her breasts felt heavy and so sensitive that the slightest touch of her blouse
against her hard nipples sent darts of stinging awareness between her thighs.
Her underwear was soaked through with the evidence of her arousal, and a mere
brush of her fingers over the engorged nub at the top of her slit was all it
took for her to tumble into a breathtaking orgasm.
When she had her breathing back under control,
she smiled, as her fingertips touched the reader. It brightened and vibrated
slightly, and Karen couldn't stop herself from murmuring her wish.
"If only you could magic me a real life man
like the ones in your stories." The reader grew hot, and Karen yelped as
it burned her fingertips. She blew on them and frowned, but the reader was once
again back to normal. Still that odd looking design, but not glowing,
vibrating, or otherwise, and—she touched it gingerly—not hot. Karen shook her
head at her fanciful imaginings and headed for the shower.
That's what she needed, a nice long, hot shower
to chase away the cobwebs and a chance to try out her new waterproof dildo. She
sniggered as she turned on the shower and eyed the huge phallus shaped object.
She would see…
She switched on the shower and stepped under the
heavy stream. The power shower had been the major selling point when Karen had
bought her apartment. Where other women soaked in the bath, she lingered in the
shower. Nothing like letting the jets of hot water soothe cramping muscles and
drain the stresses of the day down the swirling plughole. She closed her eyes
and let her mind wander. She wasn't really standing in the shower—no she was on
a tropical island under a cascading waterfall, waiting for her lover to appear.
She smiled and cupped her breasts, imagining it was another set of hands
massaging the heavy globes. She leaned back against the tiles to steady
herself, only in her imagination it was her lover's hard muscled chest. Two
strong arms circled her, and her heart did a silly little flop, as teeth grazed
her ear.
"I've got you. Just let yourself
feel." The deeply seductive, slightly accented voice dripped over her
senses, like hot, molten chocolate, and the unmistakable edge of command caused
a delicious flutter of excitement deep inside her core. He trailed his large,
slightly calloused hands along her arms and pulled them up high above her head.
Something wrapped around her wrists and another tug brought her up on her
tiptoes. She swayed until his hard arm ‘round her waist grounded her against
him. A hair-roughened thigh slipped between her legs, creating delicious
friction against her core, and a rush of her juices coated her nether lips.
"Who are you?" She had to ask, even if
it meant spoiling the magic, for the hard cock pressing into her ass cheeks
left her in no doubt that she was not on her own. Either she was fast asleep,
having the most erotic dream yet, or she had indeed been joined in the shower
by an unknown man, whose clean and slightly spicy musk permeated her
consciousness, and pitched her arousal higher still. Like the strongest
aphrodisiac, his scent surrounded her, strange and familiar all at once, and
the frisson of fear the absurdity of the situation brought with it, just
increased the intensity of her feelings.
"I'm Sol, and I'm here to make your dreams come true.
Will you let me?"
Buy Link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/
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:
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I do so love this story, and Miss O'Connor! <3
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