Today the lovely Doris O'Connor stops by my blog to talk about her newest release, Christmas with his Best Friend.
Thank you so much for having me on your blog today with my new
release. Christmas with his Best Friend.
This was one of those stories that practically wrote itself, once
I started writing. I love the friends to lovers trope, myself, and I knew I
would have to expand on the flash I wrote on my blog. This one to be precise.
Just imagine walking in on your best friend pleasuring himself to
a picture of you? What would you do?
Emma has a whole set of conflicting emotions to deal with when
this happens to her. Not least because she has been secretively fantasising
about her best friend too.
Dare they take that leap into the unknown?
You'll have to read the book to find out.
*smiles*
They’ve been friends for twenty years until … this Christmas.
How do you tell a sweet, naïve, and clearly vanilla girl that you
like to tie women up and torture them for mutual enjoyment in your spare time?
Josh Mackenzie has no idea, but when his best friend Emma walks in on him
pleasuring himself, everything changes.
For Emma, coming face to face with her secret longings is
mind-blowing. It’s one thing to fantasize about your best friend, but dare she
take that leap into the unknown? Will it not ruin their friendship, and is—what
would undoubtedly be awesome—sex worth risking that?
While Josh shares her fears, she is all he’s ever wanted in a
woman, and he’s determined to show her that they can have it all. This woman is
his to mark, cherish, and love forever, and he’ll prove it to her, one spank at
a time.
Be Warned: BDSM, spanking
Christmas with his Best Friend released
December 7th and is available from
Ready for a hawt excerpt?
Now that the moment was here Josh was lost for words. With his
sweet little Em in his arms, her hazel eyes looking up him with so much trust …
fuck it. What was he doing here? Instead of answering her, he pulled away, slid
his hands in her hair and tucked at the pins holding it up. The dark blonde
mass of silky curls fell in soft waves around her face, and he twirled one
strand around his index finger.
“Josh? What are we doing here?” Her whispered question shot
straight to his cock, and not trusting his voice to fucking work, he decided to
show her instead. A soft gasp escaped her when he picked her up, set her on the
kitchen counter, and pulling her legs apart stepped right between them. The
action made her pencil skirt ride up, exposing the top of her stockings, and
Josh groaned under his breath. He let his digits linger, half expecting her to
slap them away, but when she opened her legs wider, he tore his gaze away from
her pale flesh to check out her expression. Head down, she seemed mesmerized by
the sight of his tanned hands against her skin, and the sweet scent of aroused
woman filled his nostrils when he ran his hands slowly up her inner thighs. He
could almost feel the heat of her cunt before her whisper stopped him.
“Josh?”
Leaving one of his hands where it was, he tipped her chin up with
his index finger, satisfied beyond relief to see the same need he felt
reflected back at him in her eyes. The hazel orbs had darkened to almost black,
and when she licked her lips in a nervous gesture, his gaze followed the
movements of her little pink tongue. Visions of her on her knees, with that
sweet mouth wrapped around his dick, as he shot his jizz down her slender
throat, made his cock jerk against the zipper of his jeans. He growled low in
his throat at the thought of marking her thus, and her expressive eyes widened.
Her breathing sped up even more, making her tits strain against the sensible
blouse she wore for work. With the two top buttons undone, the third was
threatening to give way under the rapid movement, giving him tantalizing
glimpses of the soft swell of her breasts. Josh couldn’t help it. His
self-control and good intentions went out of the window at her untutored
responses to him, and he trailed his finger lower down the soft skin of her
neck, over her collarbone and lower still, until he reached that tiny ivory button.
“I want you, little one.”
His voice dropped to the one he used in a scene without any
conscious effort on his part, and when he flicked that button open, Emma’s
sweet moan of surrender was music to his ears. Watching her closely for her
reaction, he flicked the next button and so forth, until the sides of her
blouse fell open, exposing her amazing rack. The lacy, mauve bra left little to
the imagination. Josh continued his one fingered exploration, and they both
groaned when he circled her nipples. Clearly visible through the lace, the
little pink nubs hardened under his gentle ministrations, and Em’s breathing
kicked up another notch.
“Please, I…”
Josh trailed his finger lower, over the soft swell of her abdomen,
which caused her to suck in her belly, and he smiled at her action.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your curves, little one?”
Her surprised jerk and strangled half laugh told him he hadn’t,
and Josh inwardly kicked himself.
“Since when? You have seen your girlfriends, right?”
There was a wealth of bitterness in those few words compounded by
her hasty grab for her blouse. She pulled the ends closed and wrapped her arms
around herself in a defensive move that tore at his heartstrings. The Dom in
him wanted to order her to strip, to take her over his knee and paddle that
luscious ass of hers for disrespecting her body shape like that, and making
assumptions about him to boot, but he hadn’t earned that right yet.
So, instead of acting on that impulse, which pushed adrenaline
through his veins, he did the next best thing. Stepped away, crossed his own
arms over his chest and gave her his best don’t-talk-such-crap-subbie stare.
It didn’t take long before she caved in. Uncertainty crossed her
features, followed by confusion, and when she dropped her gaze to his chest, he
finally spoke.
“Let’s get one thing straight here, my sweet little Em, I do,
indeed love your curves. In fact seeing you waltz out of here in those damn
tight pencil skirts you wear for work has me so fucking hard I have to jerk off
the minute you leave.”
Clearly startled by that revelation, Emma jerked her head up,
opened her mouth to say something, but one look at his expression seemed to
change her mind. The Dom in him almost roared when she dropped her gaze—to his
chin this time—and kept it there. His girl was a natural, responding to him
without even realizing what she was doing, and wasn’t that the biggest turn-on
yet.
“Next, I don’t do girlfriends.” That brought her head up again,
albeit briefly, and he smiled at her sharp intake of breath, and the confusion
written all over her face. “I haven’t done for a long time, ever since I
realized I was in love with my best friend.”
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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, Time Travel, 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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Thanks so much for stopping by, Doris. :)
Thanks so much for hosting me ��
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