Hi Doris, thanks for stopping by, I know how busy you are. You have a very full household. How do you balance family life with your writing career?
D: Ah it can be tricky, that's for sure. The bulk of my writing gets done late in the evening when the kids are asleep and the house is quiet. Hubby is also very good at fielding the kids at the weekend, so that I can get some uninterrupted time. I write in quick sharp bursts, and somehow it works. If the voices are strong enough I've been known to write while cooking dinner, and all through the day, several interrupted sentences at the time, lol.
If you could co-write with another author who would it be and why?
D: It would be my good friend and honorary grandma of my youngest, Raven McAllan. We know each other inside out and also redit (red pen when editing) each other's work before submission. We've often talked about co-writing something. Maybe one day we will. It would be a hoot, I'm sure. And sparks would fly, because we don’t mince our words.
The world is under attack and you are forced to run for your life. You only have room for one book in your survival kit, what book do you take?
D: Goodness, can I cheat and just grab my Kindle? If it was just one, then I'd prolly opt for one of my eighteen year old's son survival books, cause I reckon that would be useful. In fact I'd make sure he's with us, because he's in training to join the Marines, so we could def use him!
Where do you do your best work?
D: Sat on my bed with the door firmly shut against all distractions my lovely children, and wearing my pj's. Yes, I'm the typical cliché, lol. Pj's are comfy though and they signify to everyone to leave me alone.
Are you a plotter or fly by the seat of your pants writer?
D: I can't plot to save my life. Even when I have a rough idea of how the story will pan out, my characters will jump ship. I've learnt to simply go with the flow and do as I'm told. After all it's their story I'm telling, and they haven't steered me wrong yet. So, a def panster through and through, that's me.
Who are some of your favorite writers?
D: Goodness, so many. I'll list the ones who are an auto buy, and I'll probably miss a few out there too, so in no particular order:
Tymber Dalton, Tara Rose, Cooper McKenzie, Cherise Sinclair, Jenika Snow, Hazel Gower, Ann Mayburn, Bianca Sommerland, Cherie Nicholls, Zara Stoneley, Sandra Bunino, Georgia Fox, and of course Raven McAllan. There are many more that I enjoy reading and I discover new authors all the time. If only I had more time to read J
I should add you in that list, Ann, because I've read a few of yours and really enjoyed them!
Oh you sweet talker you! Thanks Doris.
Describe yourself in 3 words.
D: Passionate, opinionated, loyal.
How many times were you turned down form a book offer before you finally got
D: Goodness me, I would have to go back and count. Lots and lots of times. In fact, my very first contract I rewrote that book twice. It has since had yet another re-write, as that publisher folded and I re-worked the story again.
I'm nothing if not determined, and so far every one of my stories ever written has found a home J
EXCERPT: Being together could mean death to them all, but walking away is not an option…
Bloodlines need to be protected at all costs and as a true-blood cougar Maria is expected to mate with a council-approved shifter. Too bad the one chosen makes her skin crawl for all the wrong reasons.
But running away already landed her in hot water once before. Wolf shifter Malachi Luca saved her life ten years ago, and then promptly disappeared with her heart. So much for true love.
Now time is running out and Maria is feeling the strain. Seducing Professor Silas Deacon should be a welcome distraction except the human turns out to be her mate, too.
And that damn wolf—yeah he's back and determined to claim both his cat and his human. What's a girl to do? Fight for love and enjoy the awesome sex, of course.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, bondage, spanking, anal sex
Maria couldn't get enough air into her lungs, and she yanked on her restraints, the longer the two of them just stood there watching her through hooded lids.
Relax, little cat. Let us take care of you, and we'll deal with the rest of the world tomorrow, or next week.
Silas winked at her, and Maria's agitated cat calmed down. In fact the animal bowed her head in submission and hissed her approval when Malachi pulled his tee over his head. Her throat went dry taking in the hair roughened expanse of his chest and the force of his erection straining his jeans. Silas, too, shrugged out of his shirt and kicked off his trousers and boxer briefs in one impatient move. His magnificent cock bounced up to his navel, and Maria whimpered when he took himself in hand and stroked along his impressive girth. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the slow movement of that hand. Not even when Malachi tore her dress off her with one abrupt flick of his clawed hands.
Cool air fluttered across her exposed skin, and her breasts grew heavy as her nipples tried their best to punch through the lace of her bra. The bed dipped again when Malachi knelt next to her and with a few well-placed flicks of his claws cut away their lacy covering. He continued a downward path of pleasuring pain toward her mound, using just enough force to leave a red trail behind. The slow slide and drag of those razor-sharp nails of his caused her whole body to tense, as sensations bombarded her. More of her juices gushed out of her as her pussy clenched in desperate need to be filled, and her hips pushed up when he circled her clit with his claw, lazy, incredibly slow circles that had her panting and undulating her hips in an effort to increase the pressure to that little swollen nubbin.
"Lie still, princess, or so help me I'll leave you hanging." Malachi's hot hand landed on her belly and pushed her hips back down on the bed at the same time as Silas stepped close enough for Malachi to grasp hold of his cock. The action meant he abandoned Maria's needy clit, and she whimpered when he licked away the bead of pre-cum that had appeared on Silas's dick.
"Fuck, yes." Silas hissed the words as Malachi took all of his lover's dick in his mouth and fondled his balls with one hand. The other still held her hips down, and Maria bit her lip as arousal fizzed through her veins. She wanted to come so badly, and she was so damn close that the slight wafts of air, created by Malachi bobbing his head up and down on Silas's cock made her clit contract with need.
Silas fisted his hands in Malachi's hair and fucked his mouth with an urgency and brutal need that he'd never displayed with her. She tore her gaze away from the sight of Malachi's lips stretched across Silas's dick to find Silas's gaze riveted between her thighs.
Maria whimpered at the heat of that gaze, until Silas pulled away from Malachi and knelt next to her head instead.
Grasping his dick, slick with Malachi's saliva, he ran it across her bottom lip, and Maria opened her mouth eagerly to take in as much as he could. Silas kept his hand on the base of his shaft to stop her from choking on his length, and she shot him a grateful look, as he started to fuck her mouth. The taste of him mixed in with Malachi's earthy scent, and she swallowed the first spurts of his cum down.
"Fuck, that's so hot."
Malachi's words sounded strained and slightly distorted as though he was more wolf than man right now, and Silas fucked her faster. One hand wrapped in her hair as he held her head at just the right angle to serve his needs, and the knowledge that he used her to his ends, had her grow even wetter. The rip of fabric as her underwear tore made her shudder, and there was the swipe of Malachi's rough tongue, and her body tensed. His claws dug into her ass as he lifted her up to give himself better access to her drenched core, and she screamed as her first orgasm ripped through her body.
Malachi chuckled into her pussy and then stepped up his efforts as Silas pulled out of her mouth and his hot cum splashed over her breasts.
Maria was too far gone to care, because Malachi now pushed two fingers into her channel, and finding her sweet spot in record time sent her over the edge twice more.
By the time she could draw air into her lungs, Silas was removing her leg shackles and Malachi had rid himself of his trousers. His cock was just as thick, if not thicker than Silas's. It wasn't quite as long, and the head of his dick looked swollen and purple, the balls drawn up tight to his body as though he was barely holding in his cum.
Malachi’s stubble glistened with the evidence of her arousal, and when he bent to devour her mouth with his, she tasted herself in with him. It pitched her need for him sky high again, despite her earlier orgasms, and she pleaded with him in between kisses.
He pulled away and with a wicked grin bent down to lick the sticky evidence of Silas's cum of her breasts. Silas joined him on the other side, and the dual sensations sent her clit and pussy into overdrive. There was something so dirty and yet terribly arousing in the act, and when both men bit down on one erect nipple each, another orgasm ripped through her.
Doris's 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.
Thanks for visiting Doris, I love talking to you.
Thanks for visiting Doris, I love talking to you.