Welcome to the blog, Doris! Tell us a little bit about your newest
release.
Claiming his Human is book six in The
Projects series. I actually got the idea for the story from the
latest Evernight Anthology call, but it very quickly became apparent,
that I had a much longer story on my hands than was allowed word
count wise for the antho. So that idea went out of the window and I
let the story develop as it needed to. It ended up over 50 K in the
end and was such fun to write. Bear shifters are my absolute fav
heroes to write about. Might have something to do with the fact that
hubby is known as Papa Bear in my house. ;-)
Here is the blurb:
Shifters defend their mates to the
death...
Bear shifter Darius Longton never
expected to find his mate in his favorite coffee shop, but one sniff
of her scent in the air is all it takes for his bear to know the
truth. This delicious, sinfully curvy redhead is his.
Too bad she’s human and far too
fragile for his volatile bear.
Holly Trent cannot understand the
instant attraction she feels for this man. One look from his
heavy-lidded eyes is all it takes to set her knickers aflame with
lust. However, she will not be another notch on his bedpost, no
matter how much his voice alone makes her want to sink to her knees.
But when a customer gets heavy with
her, everything changes. Darius’s defense of her places them both
in terrible danger. Thrown headfirst into shifter council politics,
it falls to Holly to save her mate.
Be Warned: BDSM,
anal sex, spanking
That is less a warning than an invitation! Was there any part of this story you
found particularly tough to write? If so, why?
Well, not tough per se, but my editor
is half convinced that I only write shifters so that she cannot pull
me up on the amount of growling my heroes do.
I do like a man who growls...
*whistles innocently*
It would appear however, there was too
much growling even for a shifter story, so I had to prune quite a few
in edits.
It's ellipses for me! I'm forever being told I need to cut back, but I just...can't...help myself. Is there any part of this story you
absolutely love, and why?
Oh, so many of
them. Darius is just yummy and Holly was a fantastic heroine to write
about. She has so much spunk, and she’s not afraid to put these big
bad Alpha shifters in their places. I giggled a lot when I was
writing, as she has some of the best lines. This was one of them.
“You two furry Neanderthals can stop
sniggering, too. This isn’t remotely funny. It’s—”
The combined enraged growls of their
respective bears filled the van. Darius had to marvel at Holly’s
response. Where was the frightened stiff young woman of yesterday?
Nowhere to be seen, that’s for sure because this new, much more
assertive version rolled her eyes and mimicked a yawn.
“Save your posturing for whatever
hapless female you’re trying to impress. It won’t work on me.
Besides, I know damn well you can’t touch me, so give over and shut
up.”
A no-nonsense heroine is always a bonus for me. So we know you love bears, but do you have a favourite genre to write
in?
Hmm, that depends on my muse. She is
currently on a shifter fix, and I do love writing shifters. However,
I also really enjoy contemporary. My muse is like a demented gnat at
times, and I’m a complete slave to her, so I write whatever takes
her fancy.
Are there any genres you haven't tried
yet that you really want to?
I would love to try my hand at a YA
story, but I can’t see it happening anytime soon. My characters can
never keep their hands off each other!
Who are your biggest influences –
they don't have to just be literary ones!
My gran. She was a truly amazing woman,
and if I’m half the woman she was then I’m doing okay. I still
feel her influence every day, and I just know she would be so proud
of my writing.
Now, the important question. Tea or coffee?
Coffee in the morning and during the
day. Copious amount of tea in the evening.
Apart from writing, what are your great
passions in life?
My family and my furbabies. I couldn’t
imagine life without any of them.
Nope! Everybody needs a furbaby :) What else are you working on right now?
What's up next from you?
Well, I did mention my demented muse,
right? She has me writing three different stories at the same time
right now. Alien Warriors, a Vampire, and a Dragon shifter.
*head desk*
Plenty of other stories in the works. I
have the start of the next book in The Projects, more books in The
Cleaners, and my Spectrum Auctions series and whatever standalone my
muse will conjure up.
Excerpt:
Darius’s eyes flashed from golden to brown and back again, and she lost herself in the intensity of his gaze.
“Holly, what are you doing?” he asked. The gravelly timbre of his voice shot straight to every one of her erogenous zones, not least because his scent increased and wrapped her into a cocoon of his earthy, spicy presence.
“I don’t know. I just want … please … I need.”
A hiss escaped him when she lowered herself back down on his lap and ground her by now sodden crotch over his cock.
Another one of those earth-shattering deep rumbles came from the man she was dry humping like some sort of wanton hussy, and in the next instant, his large fingers dug into her hips with enough force to leave bruises. Shivers of apprehension, or excitement, she wasn’t sure which raced down her spine.
Darius lowered his head so that their foreheads touched. Their breaths mingled, and the world stood still, as she waited for him to move, to do something, anything.
She couldn’t get her voice to work past the huge lump of emotion which clogged up her throat, so she simply breached the distance between them and pressed her lips against his. His groan rumbled through her, and then he took charge of the kiss. Just like before, their surroundings faded into the background, as he deepened the kiss, and she gave herself up to the myriad of sensations that immediately assaulted her. With his hands firmly clamped around her hips, she couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but tug at the strands of his hair which had come loose from his ponytail. The action seemed to incite his bear, because he broke the kiss, and ran his nose along her neck, inhaling deeply.
“Fuck, Holly, you better be sure, because all I want to do is push those panties away and bury myself deep inside your sweet cunt until you have no doubt who you belong to.”
He yanked her up slightly while he traced one hand along her hip until he could cup her pussy.
“So fucking wet for me, little one.”
Incapable of uttering anything but incoherent moans, Holly rubbed herself against that hand.
“Oh, yeah, I can smell your need. Tell me this pussy is mine. Ask me for my cock. I need to hear you say the words, my sweet.”
His voice, full of heated promise, didn’t sound like him at all, more animal than human, and she responded to the almost desperate tones in kind.
“Just fuck me already, will you?”
A sharp tug on her hair brought tears to her eyes, and she whined her disappointment when he pulled back to study her. Try as she might she couldn’t close the distance between them.
“Ask me nicely, girl, or I’ll stop this instant.”
Holly’s flippant reply stuck in her throat when she properly looked at him because the determination edged in his hungry features told their own story. He meant what he’d said, and despite the massive erection tenting his suit trousers, which must cost him dearly, he would get up and leave her wanting. His thighs flexed under hers, and Holly swallowed hard when he released his grip on her hair and grasped her wrists instead. She was no match for his superior strength, even if she had tried to resist him, as he slowly pulled her hands away from him, and pinned them behind her back. The action thrust her breasts out at him, and her breathing sped up when his gaze slowly dipped lower until it rested on her straining cleavage. Her nipples pushed against the fabric of her lacy bra, hard little beacons of lust pointing straight at Darius, positively begging for his attention. Darius transferred both her wrists into one of his large hands and then slowly brought his free hand into view. His knuckles skimmed across the hypersensitive tips of her nipples, and Holly whimpered her need.
A wicked grin flashed across his features, and he repeated the action several times until Holly was pretty sure she would self-combust if he didn’t do something else. Incomprehensible sounds spilled from her lips, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his large, tanned hand against her pale flesh.
“Hmm, so beautifully responsive, my sweet. I bet you could come from this alone.”
Holly gasped in fascination as one of his fingernails formed into a wicked-looking claw, and he used that lethally sharp appendage to run ever tightening circles around first one nipple and then the other until Holly thought she would scream. When he added another claw to lightly score her skin the pleasure pain acted like a livewire of electricity connected her clit to her boobs.
Her hips took on a life of their own, and her pussy muscles clenched and released desperate for his cock to fill her.
“Please, I need to … please, Sir, I want your cock.”
The words were out of her mouth before her brain had even cottoned on to what she was saying. Darius stilled, his eyes flashed fire at her, and for the first time since she’d initiated this, a trickle of fear snaked up her spine. Not enough for her to put a stop to this, whatever this insanity which seemed to hold her in its grip would amount to, but enough to make her already far too fast heartbeat turn into a sledgehammer inside her chest.
Her vision dimmed, and all reasoning fled her brain in a puff of smoke because Darius looked more animal than human. He looked as though he wanted to eat her alive, and before she could even fathom his intention, her hands were free. The audible rip of her knickers giving way, as he tore them off her sounded far too loud in the quiet room, and then his fingers slipped inside her pussy and she groaned in need. Her head fell forward on his shoulders, even as she instinctively spread her thighs wider apart to give his questing digits better access.
“You’re so fucking wet, my sweet. Come for me, baby.”
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 again for hosting me and this fun interview 🙂
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