Today I'm hosting Doris O'Connor and her new release from Evernight Publishing,
The Orgasm Project. She has gracious brought along two of her characters, Carter and Jake, a pair of shifter brothers who just happened to like the look of #ThursThreads challenge prompt. Now, why she wanted me to bring catnip, I'm not entirely sure...
Thanks so much for having me back here, Siobhan. I've dragged the boys
along. Well, actually, that's more the other way round. You see Carter and Jake
jumped into my head right here on this blog, didn't you?
The two of them exchange glances and simply grin at me. It's that
toe-curling-sexy smile that makes any female in their vicinity instantly forget
what they were doing.
"Err, what am I doing here again?" My mind has gone completely
blank.
"Extending our thanks to the lovely Siobhan, of course. Keep up now,
Doris." Jake winks at me and Carter growls.
Yes, that is really going to help me concentrate, isn't it?
"Thoughts like that are really going to get you into trouble, dear
author of mine." Carter crosses his arms and gives me the full force of
his stare. I gulp and smile. You can see a hint of his cougar in his eyes.
Carter is definitely the more volatile of the twins. Sure enough Jake cuffs him
round the head.
"Behave, Carter, Siobhan will not appreciate you wrecking her blog.
Remember what happened last time you wrecked Mum's carpet?"
Carter blanches and loses some of his bravado. I hide my grin. I have
yet to meet their formidable mama, but I'm told she is quite the force to be
reckoned with. Well, she would have to be. Having to keep these two in line,
when they were growing up cannot have been easy. It was bad enough the short
amount of time they took over my head to enable me to write their story.
"Jesus, you and Maria. Every five minutes you have to bring mum into
it. Okay, I'll behave, if I have to, but really, what's a few hair balls
between friends?"
"Hair balls?" It's Jake's turn to look affronted. "Speak
for yourself. I keep myself nicely trimmed, thank you. It's you, who's going
for the au-naturel look."
Carter's hair has gotten very long, whereas Jake's is close cropped.
"And your point is? If our mate likes it, who am I to argue?"
"Hah, she only said that because she didn't want to hurt your
feelings, flea bag."
Suddenly the air is filled with testosterone and I find myself wishing
that Anastasia had come along too.
"Jealousy will get you nowhere, little bro. Just because it was my
cock making her scream at the time." Carter smirks and Jake looks ready to
pounce.
"There' s more to looking after our mate then making her scream. I
was making all of us some food. If it was up to you, we'd never eat. Women get
hungry after sex. Fuck, I do, so you can wipe that smug grin right off your
ugly mug. And being five minutes older, does not make you all that!"
I can see this is an old argument between them.
"Just saying that she's far too busy to think about food when she's
riding me." Carter says and smirks.
"Okay, boys, that's enough, or I will tell Anastasia just exactly
how you're acting. We all know she loves you both, and if she was here, you'd
both be eating out of her hand."
They stop their male posturing and Jake shakes his head at me.
"Now, come on, Doris, you know better than that? Eating out of her
hand indeed. Now if you'd said we'd be eating her sweet pussy that would be
entirely more to the point."
"Hmm, she's fucking delicious, that's for sure." Carter
adjusts himself through his jeans and I feel rather hot all of a sudden. I also
get the impression that, as per usual, I have lost control of the situation.
Those two are utterly obsessed with Anastasia's pleasure and happiness.
It's a wonder the woman can walk some days.
"Well, yes, anyway—" I clear my throat and they both grin at
me completely unrepentant.
"Are you quite all right there, Doris?" Jake asks.
"Yes, you look a bit flushed, my dear." Carter's grin deepens
and I stick my tongue out at them. They both laugh, and I roll my eyes.
"Watch it you two, I may yet write your sister's story, and you
know I could always squash some cougar balls in the process."
If they were in their cat form they would be hissing with their furs up
now, I tell you.
"You wouldn't fucking dare. This is our stories you're telling,
remember, and we call the shots, or have you forgotten that, little
human?"
Carter is rocking back on his chair legs, but there is no mistaken the
hidden power in those coiled muscles and Jake is just watching me out of hooded
eyes. I get a very good feeling for how Anastasia must have felt when she first
caught sight of them. All that undivided attention does strange things to my
equilibrium too, and those two are very much spoken for. As am I, for that
matter, but hey a girl can dream, right?
I clear my throat again, and they smile in unison.
"Would you like to tell Siobhan's readers why you call this blog
home, before I let you get back to Anastasia?"
Jake nods and shrugs out of his shirt and I once again lose my train of
thought completely. It's not helped by the fact that Carter, too, is shrugging
out of his clothes.
Oh my…
"Siobhan set a word prompt, and the minute we heard you read those
words …. Not even once … well, we just had to help out."
My throat goes dry as I catch a glimpse of Carter completely naked
before he shifts into the beautiful cougar he is. His blue eyes seem to be
laughing at me and he nods towards a still half-dressed Jake.
"Exactly, we were only doing what needed to be done. Every woman
deserves lots of screaming orgasms, and we're just the men to do it." He
steps out of his jeans and I get a glimpse of a male ass to die for.
"Well, for Anastasia, anyway. Now excuse us, we have to get on with our
project."
And just like that he too shifts and gives me a toothy smile. In a flash
of movement they're gone and I wonder how on earth I am going to get the claw
marks out of Siobhan's floor…
****
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?
"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.
****
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.
STALKING LINKS:
Bridget doesn't believe in vampires or werewolves, but that doesn't stop
one from kidnapping her.
