Thanks so much for
having me here today J
Inspiration is a funny
thing and it comes in so many shapes and forms. My muse has a real thing for
prompts. Be that submission calls, pictures, or indeed word prompts. My story The Orgasm Project started with these
three words.
Not even once.
That was the prompt
given for a 250 word flash, and immediately I had my heroine. Unable to orgasm
with a man she was frustrated and sitting in a bar with her best friend,
admitting to this fact. They were watched over by two drop-dead-gorgeous hunks
and the rest, as they say, is history. You can read the original flash here.
Just scroll through the comments and you will find my entry.
Carter and Jake kept
niggling at me until I wrote their story, and the Orgasm Project was born.
Enjoy!
*grins*
I certainly had fun
writing this little hot tale. After all, there is only thing hotter than one
hunk, and that's two, right? Especially when they're shifters. All that
delicious growling…
In fact, my editor had
me in stitches by making this comment!
"Growls and grumbles again? You’re writing shifter stories
just so I can’t get rid of too many of these, aren’t you? J"
Can you say busted?
Blurb:
What's a girl to do when
her best friend confides her inability to orgasm? Set up the Orgasm Project of
course, and Maria knows just the guys to do it. Full of themselves her hot as
Hades brothers might be, but at least they are safe. What can possibly go
wrong?
Anastasia wants the ground to swallow her
whole, when she meets the twins. How embarrassing can this be, even if the
gorgeous hunks set her knickers aflame with just one look?
Jake and Carter know
their mate when they see her, and nothing is going to stop these cougar
shifters from claiming her. Their night of passion leads to discoveries neither
one of them is prepared for.
Has their bite awakened
a monster or their destiny?
Excerpt:
"What if I don't want to
go home with you?"
She opened her eyes to find
Jake smiling down at her. Carter's gaze, too, sought hers through the rear view
mirror, and a shiver of unease went down her spine at the disapproval she read
in his eyes—eyes that bled from blue to golden and back again as she watched in
stunned fascination.
"What are you?" The
question left her lips before she could stop herself, and she inwardly groaned
at her stupidity.
"You know what we
are." Jake said, his hot breath a whisper's breadth away from her neck as
he sniffed her again. "Look into yourself and tell me that you don't feel
this connection. I know you do. Your body gives you away as surely as your
sweet scent. You're wet for us just thinking about what we might do to you, and
that's not fear I can smell, but arousal. You want us as much as we want you,
have wanted you from the first moment we caught your scent all those months
ago."
"You
can't be serious."
Anastasia shook her head and
pushed against his chest. His heartbeat thundered under her fingertips in tune
with her own galloping rhythm. The fact that he seemed as affected as her by
whatever was happening between them gave her a heady rush of feminine power.
Liquid arousal pooled between her thighs and slicked the top of her legs. She
put up no resistance to Jake's questing digits trailing up her inner thigh.
Underneath the skimpy dress she had worn at Maria's insistence, his hand inched
ever upwards until his knuckles brushed against the damp fabric covering her
slit, and she bit back a moan when his thumb found her clit. That normally shy
little bundle of nerves contracted under that slight touch and seemed to swell
in need. Jake caught her groan in his mouth, and Anastasia forgot any objections
she might have had at the first swipe of his tongue inside her mouth.
If she thought he smelled good,
then he tasted even better. His musk exploded on her tongue, and she opened to
his gentle insistence. He swooped in and took possession of the kiss. One hand
fisted in her hair while the other still showed homage to her little nubbin,
and she gasped into the ever more passionate kiss, when one of his incredibly
long fingers slid under the elastic of her thong. She was so wet that he
slipped right into the tight clasp of her body, and her internal muscles
contracted around that digit. He growled low in his throat, and she ground
herself against his hand as his thumb settled on her clit.
He added another finger and
then a third, thrusting in and out of her needy pussy in tune with his tongue's
thrusts inside her mouth, and Anastasia gave herself up to the ever more urgent
demands of her body. Her hands fisted in
his shirt, as the tingles started deep inside her core. Like a tidal wave of
sensation they grew and tumbled forth, retreating a bit with every thrust, only
to double in force with every faster pump of his fingers inside her channel.
The car lurched round a corner
and then came to an abrupt stop. Cool air rushed into the heated interior, and
Anastasia moaned her denial when Jake withdrew his fingers. In the blink of an
eye she was freed out of her seat belt, and Jake broke the kiss to shift her
body backwards. Carter's strong hands gripped her thighs, and she caught a
glimpse of his glowing eyes, before he buried his head between her thighs. Her
underwear gave way with an audible rip, and then his hot breath on her swollen
folds robbed her of any coherent thoughts.
"My turn to taste her,
brother." The growled words vibrated against her slit, seconds before his
tongue delved into her quivering channel. Anastasia arched her back in
desperate need to get closer to the hot mouth he used to such devastating
effect on her clit. Jake chuckled in her ear, and she saw him lick his fingers,
slick with her arousal. The sight was incredibly erotic, and she could taste
herself in the kiss he gave her. Carter chose that moment to bite down on her
clit, and she screamed. The barely functioning side of her brain marveled at
that need-filled scream, muffled as it was by Jake's kiss, and she clamped her
thighs around Carter's head, as she started to tumble over that elusive edge no
man had ever managed to help her over.
Unlike the weak orgasms she had
managed by her own hand, this one took her breath away. All sense of time and
reason disappeared as her body convulsed under the hands of her lovers. Carter
pushed her over that edge again, and again, and again, whilst Jake's hands
played with her breasts and nipples. He rolled each hard nub between his thumb
and forefinger, pinching hard, and the sharp pain zinged straight to her clit.
Jake finally broke the kiss and
nibbled his way down her neck as her body shook in delicious aftershocks.
"All ours," the men
grumbled in unison.
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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 so much for having me here today :-)
ReplyDeleteLOL. I totally agree about your editor. She's told me off about my 'fancy' dialogue tags.
ReplyDelete*snort* oh yes, she has well and truly drummed those out of me ;-) The growling, however, I just like it too much, lol.
Delete*blows kiss to her fabulous editor*