Today I have Doris O'Connor, Amazon and ARe bestseller and fellow Nuthouse Scribbler to talk about her latest release, "Sol and the Magic Fingers". Please give a warm welcome to one of my favourite ladies and one of the most talented people I've met. <3
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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?
((Are you ready for a steamy tease? Have your fan at the ready! ;) — Arya))
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?"
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Thanks again for stopping by Doris. It's always a pleasure to both speak to you and read your work.
"Sol and the Magic Fingers" is available now, at:
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/sol-and-the-magic-fingers
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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