Thanks
so much for having me here today.
Inspiration
is a funny thing, don't you think? At least it is when you have a
muse as unpredictable as mine seems to be.
A
while back I wrote a flash, involving a wolf cub sat in a mountain of
clothes. The story went that this cub was the result of a one night
stand the heroine had had. At the time she had no idea that the sexy
guy she slept with was a shifter, until her adorable little girl
shifted into a wolf.
*grins*
When
I wrote that, I had it in the back of mind that this premise would
make for a good story.
Then
came a submission call for an Alpha Shifter anthology, and that idea
reared its head again.
Only
this time round the shifter was a bear. Cole Jackson is the original
bad boy, who picks Emmi up in a bar one night on the full moon and….
Bang,
my muse goes off on a tangent. I quickly realized that there was far
too much story to tell and The Bear Project was born. The more Cole
and Emmi told me, the more involved this story became and it morphed
into a sequel to The Orgasm Project.
Those
of you who've read it, will find those characters make a
re-appearance as I delve deeper into their world and the mysteries
surrounding their blood lines and what it means to be a shifter,
hidden from the human world.
I
have another story planned, which will be The Mating Project.
And
as for Cole and Emmi… well, you'll have to read the book to find
out, but these two are hot, when they get together. Sparks fly, rules
get broken, and those bloodlines may never be the same again.
The Bear Project
When
Animal conservationist Emmi Layne meets bad boy Cole Jackson there is
no denying the instant lust between them. She has a thing for bears,
after all. However, you cannot build a relationship on awesome sex
alone, especially when you live on different continents, and have
nothing in common.
Everything
changes, when Emmi discovers that their night of passion has left her
with more than erotic memories. She has no means of contacting him,
even if she wanted to, but she hasn't counted on this bear shifter's
determination.
Cole
is not what he seems, and he will stop at nothing to claim what's
his—even if that means breaking all the rules.
Can he trust the mating bond to deliver, or will it spell the end of an ancient blood line?
With
the odds stacked against them, can this unlikely duo find happiness
together?
Excerpt:
A
moan slipped out from Emmi, and his balls drew tight in anticipation,
as she, too, lost what cover his old shirt afforded her. She licked
her lips, her gaze riveted on his erection, and he grinned. A
primitive sense of ownership grabbed him, and he bent down, and
grabbing her ankles, pulled her down the bed until her ass was half
hanging off it and he could step right between her legs.
This
position opened her cunt for his inspection, and her scent grew in
potency as her juices coated her pussy lips. Cole stroked himself
harder in response to that sight, and she whimpered. That tiny sound
pitched his need to claim her to new heights, but he wanted her
begging for his cock and so wet and ready that she couldn't stand it
anymore.
A
vision of keeping her like this, naked and at his mercy, filled his
vision. Her curves would look so beautiful bound by Shibari rope, as
she begged him for her orgasm.
His
dick jumped at the thought, and he used the natural lubrication of
his pre-cum to aid the ever faster up and downward glide of his hand.
"Cole,
let me…"
Emmi
looked up at him, her eyes so dark with her own need it took his
breath away.
"No,
I want to watch you come for me." A fierce blush spread all over
her skin at his husky words, and she bit her lips hard enough to draw
blood. The metallic smell filled his nostrils, and his bear roared.
"Use your fingers to spread yourself wider, so that I can see
what you're doing. Tell me what it feels like, and how much you want
my cock, sugar."
Emmi
shivered and closed her eyes, but her hands did slowly slide down to
the apex of her thighs.
"Use
your words, baby. I want to hear you."
"Oh
God." Her groan matched his when she spread her labia wide and
circled her clit with one finger. The little nubbin swelled under her
ministrations as all the blood rushed to the surface.
"That's
my girl. Fill your hole with your fingers, and imagine it's my cock,
sugar."
Emmi
complied, and the little needy sounds she made at the back of her
throat were pure music to his ears.
"Words,
Emmi, use them."
"I
… I can't. I just … I want to come so badly. My fingers are not
enough. I'm gripping them imagining they're your cock filling me,
thrusting in. I want you so badly."
He
growled, and she pumped her fingers faster until the wet sounds of
her greedy pussy filled the room. The trembles started as her orgasm
took hold, and Cole grabbed her thighs and took over.
Emmi
screamed when his tongue replaced her fingers, and her essence flowed
freely into his waiting mouth. His bear grunted his approval, and
Cole blew against her slit and then bit down on her clit. The action
sent Emmi over the edge, and he pushed two of his fingers into her
clenching pussy hole. She rode those fingers as her whole body bowed
off the bed and tightened before she slumped back down, moaning and
writhing under his fingers and tongue.
Cole
kept up his assault until the last tremors stopped and then crawled
up her limp and sweat slicked body to kiss her.
"You're
not playing fair." She mumbled the words and ran her hands over
his chest, up to his shoulders and then down his back until she could
reach his ass. With his body cocooned between her thighs, his cock
slid up and down her wet slit and he indulged himself by thrusting
into her just once.
Her
cunt closed around him like a velvet fist, and Emmi pushed her feet
into his calves and lifted up to meet his thrust. Their gazes locked
when he pulled out and then pushed into her wet heat again.
"Oh,
God, Cole, you're driving me insane."
His
little human bucked against him, and her vaginal muscles clenched and
released around his dick in an effort to hurry him along. It took all
of Cole's willpower and self-control to not simply give her what she
wanted, but he withdrew again until just the tip of his dick remained
inside her entrance.
Emmi
shook and groaned and pleaded, and he ground his teeth to stop
himself form coming.
"No,
we'll do this my way. Stop trying to hurry me, sugar, or I'll tie you
to this bed and leave you hanging."
Her
sharp intake of breath made him smile, and he paused half in half out
of her sweet cunt, until he could nudge her sweet spot with short,
shallow thrusts that had her luscious body climbing again. He could
see it in the way her eyes clouded over, and her breathing quickened.
Her fingernails scored his skin hard enough to draw blood, and Cole
welcomed the slight pain, as he pushed her over that edge again.
"That's
my girl. Come for me again. Beautiful."
He
withdrew and flipped her over, so that she was bent over the side off
the bed. With her knees on the floor, and her legs spread wide, her
ass was there for him to play with, and Cole smacked one cheek and
then pushed his fingers back into her vagina.
A
rush of air escaped Emmi's lungs, and she groaned into the bed covers
and lifted her ass up to give him better access.
Cole
rubbed his stubble along her shoulder blades and kissed her spine. A
shudder went through her body, and she sighed his name when he
withdrew.
"What,
baby? Do you want me to spank you again?"
He
delivered another open handed swat to her other cheek with enough
force to leave a bright mark on her pale flesh as the blood rushed to
the surface. His possessive bear urged him to do it again, to mark
her body with his hands and claws and teeth, but the man needed to be
sure she was on board with this.
"Yes,
God, yes, please, Cole, anything. That feels so fucking good."
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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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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
Website Blog Twitter Facebook Pinterest Evernight Publishing
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