Thursday, May 31, 2012

Guest Author Doris O'Connor and her new book Riding Her Tiger

Welcome author Doris O'Connor to Sorensen Shorts.  Please leave a comment to try to win a copy of this book for your own.

1) What genre do you write and why?

I write Erotic contemporary and paranormal romance. It has to be romance, because I'm a sucker for a Happy Ever After and it has to be erotic, because I can never stop my characters from jumping each other 

2) If  romance, what subgenres doyou write in? Why?

Like I said it's contemporary and paranormal, because that's what I like to read and my latest project shave all had BDSM elements in them. I'm a panster, so I simply listen to the voices in my head and the stories develop from there.

3) Are you aware of any themes that run through your stories? If so, what are they?

All my heroines are sassy and give asgood as they get, but they all tend to struggle a bit with their sexuality. Be it that they don't see themselves as passionate or pretty enough, or they carry scars from previous relationships, both emotionally and physically. It takes the heroes to coax them out of their shell. And my heroes, well, I do like the bad boys with tortured souls, the more tortured the better.

4) What would you like readers to take away from your stories?

I like to take them on a journey, to laugh and cry, and to get hot and bothered, and finish the book with a sappy grin and a warm glow inside.

5) What inspires your stories?

Anything and everything. My muse is a precarious little thing. I never know what may spark her off, but when she does, she's like a dog with a bone and will not let go until that story is written 

 6)What is your writing schedule like?

I have to smile at that. I'm a mum of nine, the youngest only being eight months old, so schedule, lol? I write whenever I get a chance. Most of it gets done late in the evening, when the kids are in bed and when I'm in the middle of a story, hubby takes over at the weekend, so I can simply write. Though I have been known to write whilst cooking dinner… Whatever it takes really.

9) Do you have any other passions besides writing? If yes, what are they? Why?

My family, obviously and I'm a voracious reader. Always have been, from the minute I could read. Give me a good book and I'm happy as Larry.

10) What is your best memory?

The day I met my hubby. Soppy I know,but we'll have been together for 25 years this year, and I simply couldn't imagine life without him.

11) What is your favorite comfort food?


12) What relaxes you?

A nice long soak in the bath, lounging in the sun, the sound of the ocean, baby giggles, children'slaughter.

13) What is your favorite guilty pleasure?

Don't think I really have any. I take my pleasure without guilt, thank you. This is such a busy household, if I didn't take time out for me, I wouldn't be any good to anyone.

14) What decade has been your favorite?Why?

Hmmm, It would have to the current one,simply because I'm living my dream and I'm a published author. Every other decade had great things about them, and I don't regret any of them tbh.

15) What is your favorite way topromote your work?

Argh, promo. I would be quite happy if I didn't have to do it, but I do quite like interviews. Either givingthem or interviewing other authors. That's fun and I have nocompunction at pimping other author's stuff. Not so good at doing myown, lol.

16) Where is your favorite place towrite? Why?

My bedroom, cause I shut the door and hide away from the world.

17) What is your favorite fairy tale?Why?

Goldilocks and the three bears. In fact my naughty nursery rhyme Goldie And Her Bears is based on that tale. It's long been a favourite in this house, only problem is nowadays I can’t read it to the kids without sniggering!

1 What was your favorite vacation?

19) If you had another career, what was it?

Something in the caring profession.

20) If you didn’t write, what would you do instead?

I would still be a mum and would probably be more involved at the children's schools.

21) If you could have one wish, what would it be?

To have a bigger house.

22) If you could describe yourself in only one word, what would it be?


23) Are you a cat or dog person? Do you have any pets and if so, please tell us about them.

Cat, but hubby is a dog person. So we have two dogs, two cats, and four gerbils. Over the years we also had guinea pigs, rabbits and fish.

24) What is the one thing you most want to do that you haven’t yet?

See above. I would love to have a nice big, rambling house by the sea. One day…

25) When the zombies take over, what will you do?

Hide under my duvet, lol.

26) Vampire or werewolf?  Why?

Oh impossible. I like them both!

27) Please tell us about your most recent release and where we can purchase it.

Blurb for Riding Her Tiger (releases May 1st)

Can one night change your life forever? Estelle has been lusting after her kinky boss Nathan for ages, but how you do you snare a much older Dom? You enlist the help of the internet. Matched to exploration facilitator Ink, Estelle explores her submissive fantasies to the full. When online sex turns to a real life ménage will a case of mistaken identity ruin her chances with Nathan? Or will the shifter claim his mate?


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29) Is there anything else you’d like to share with your readers? Please do so here.

Excerpt for Riding her Tiger:

"Leanback against me, and relax. Nothing is going to happen, yet."Her stomach tightened at the growled words into her neck, and she watched as he grabbed the huge sponge by the side of the bath and proceeded to run it up and down her arms slowly. He washed every inch of her body with great care. Her breasts grew heavy and her breathing shallow, her nipples jutting out into the humid air of the bathroom,and he smiled into her neck. By the time his hands reached her pussy she was so aroused the slightest scrape of the sponge against her labia sent her tumbling into an orgasm.
Ink groaned into her neck, and she froze. Shiiit ! He hadn't given her permission to come.
"Ah,sweetheart, that was fucking hot, but not very wise." Her eyes flew open at Grisha's husky words, and her mouth went dry. "We'll have to think of a suitable punishment, Ink." The Russian was stark naked, his huge swollen cock jutting up out of its nest of thick, black hair, to his tight abdomen, the tip glistening with drops of pre-cum. She hadn't been able to fully appreciate the sheer size of him before, and she licked her lips. He smiled at her and fisted himself with slow, measured strokes. Her cunt clenched, and her insides tightened, recalling his earlier promise. She was never going to be able take him in her ass.
As if Ink had heard her thoughts, his hands spread her ass cheeks, and his fingers probed. She bit her lip at the invasion of two and thenthree long fingers.
"Indeed we will, Grisha." She squirmed as he thrust his fingers in and out of her tight hole. He pinched her clit with his other hand, and Estelle moaned as the pain zinged along her pussy, to join with the sensations spreading from her ass. She whimpered when he released the tight nub of nerves only to repeat the action, again, and again. Her labia swelled and throbbed, and she writhed in the water, dimly awareof Grisha joining them in the bath. He knelt in front of her, and his hands grabbed her hips, holding her still.
"Stop moving, and take your punishment like a good little sub, sweetheart."He smiled when she went still, and Estelle bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. She watched as he leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He bit down hard, and tears sprang into Estelle's eyes. He soothed the sting with his tongue and then repeated the action to the other nipple. Ink pinched her clit in time to Grisha's bites, his fingers in her ass pushing deeper and deeper,until Estelle couldn't distinguish between the waves of pain swamping her. Pain that morphed into something else entirely. Unable to keep her eyes open, she let her head fall back onto Ink's shoulder. Her body felt lighter, every nerve-ending on fire, sending pulses of heat through her veins, Ink's murmured encouragements in her ear grounding her in the here and now.
Her skin tightened, and her clit throbbed in time with the waves rushing through her. She shuddered when cool air hit her wet flesh, before she encountered smooth leather. Ink pushed her down until her breastswere flattened against the padded bench, and she gasped as her legs and arms were fastened. Before she could panic at being restrained to the spanking bench, Grisha's face was in front of her.
"Focus,sweetheart, on me. Breathe with me, and count the strokes." He looked behind her, and Ink's warm hands massaged her butt cheeks.
"She really has a fantastic ass, Grisha. She'll look hot as sin when it's nice and pink from our hands." Ink's voice send tingles of awareness through her, and her panic subsided. His hand dipped lower and spread her pussy lips. He bit her ass, and she squirmed when hisfingers sank deep into her already weeping channel. He curled them into a figure of eight, and Estelle panted her excitement as her sensitized tissues responded instantly.
She closed her eyes against the knowing smirk on Grisha's face.
"How is she doing, Ink? Though I bet she's wet for us."
Estelle screwed her eyes shut tighter at Ink's chuckled confirmation.
"Now remember, Estelle, no coming until I give you permission, or you'll be strapped to this thing for a very long time indeed." Ink's voice had lost its amusement, and Estelle breathed her confirmation.
"Goodgirl, sweetheart, you can do it." Grisha brushed a kiss across her lips. "Now count."
The first slap took her by surprise, and she screeched.
"Count, Estelle." Ink's voice brooked no argument.
"O…one." She bit back tears and barely caught her breath before the next slap came. "Two." Slap. "Three…"
Grisha's hands massaged her shoulders. He murmured Russian words she didn'tunderstand, the warmth of his hands chasing away the goose bumps spreading over her body. Her butt on fire, the strange floating sensations returned. Her pussy clenched with each slap of Ink's hand across her ass until all of her senses heightened. Every trickle of her arousal down her legs left a wave of fire in its wake, sensations too intense to name consuming her. Her body climbed, tensing,clenching, clamoring for the tension within to burst to freedom.
With one last slap hard enough to send her body forward along the bench as far as the restraints would allow, Estelle breathed, "Fifteen."
"Goodgirl, you did so well." She hardly heard Grisha over the rushing in her ears, her heart beating so loudly, she felt sick. She winced at the coolness placed over her burning ass, and when her restraints were removed she collapsed into Ink's arms.

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