Interview with Doris O'Conner

Welcome all, today I heave the pleasure of interviewing a brand new author and a personal friend. 

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So Doris O’Conner, published Author for 24 hours, thank you for coming down momentarily from cloud nine.  How are you?

Bouncing, lol.  I am incredibly excited at my first release J Thanks for letting me stop by and share today.

 

Your more that welcome!

 

As a new published Author, readers are going to want to know a little bit about you and I guess the best place to start is the beginning.  So, how did writing come about?

 

I have always had stories in my head. As a teenager I started quite a few novels, but never finished any, as you do.  As an adult, life got in the way and whilst I still thought that I would write a novel one day, that’s where it stayed, as a thought.  I wrote a few non-fiction articles over the years, which were published, but that’s as far as my writing efforts went.

 

Then a friend told me about the Mills & Boon New Voices competition 2010.  She’s entered and I thought why not?  I wrote my first chapter, sent it in and I’ve been writing ever since.

 

Wow, it always amazes me to hear varied reasons how the spark of writing ignites within authors, yours being no exception.  I have been on your blog and seen that you are a wife and a mother.  I am guessing you would get a few interruptions whilst trying to write, but do you have any ‘funny stories’ to share?

Too many to mention, lol.  I once wrote a very hot sexy scene whilst the teenagers were having an argument.  That was interesting! Since the baby arrived it tend to be him, haulting proceeding.  I can’t write sex scenes when he is gurgling at me!  In my current WIP the hero got so frustrated, they never made it inside – whoops ;-)  The scene is hot, mind you…

 

Obviously your first book was released yesterday, but what I want to know is: What you were doing the moment you got your first “Yes”

Cooking dinner! I popped onto my computer to check e-mails and there was the acceptance for Scandinavian Scandal.  I seem to recall I froze for all of a nanosecond and then just screamed, “OMG, OMG, OMG!”  All the kids and hubbie ran towards me, thinking I’d gone into labour (I was heavily pregnant at the time).

 

Lol I can see why they all jumped up towards you, bless them!  But I bet that was a day you will remember for a long time to come J

Aside from writing are there other hidden talents you would like to share with the world?

Does making exceptionally cure babies count?  Hubbie and I have managed to produce nine of the little darlings.  Some are not so little anymore, mind you.

In my other life I have also been a breastfeeding counsellor for the last eight years

Defo, it all counts in my books lol.  You do seem to be very busy though, juggling writing, family life and being a breastfeeding counsellor, but I can tell you are loving every bit of it!

What else can we look forward to from you?

I have two other titles coming soon.

 

Scandinavian Scandal release date November 21^st through Noble Romance

BLURB:  Sven Larsson, international movie star, is out to repair his scandalous reputation. The last thing he needs is for an enticing bundle of curves to fall into his arms, making his libido sit up and growl Come to Papa. However, the instant sexual chemistry between them is hard to ignore…
Sylvia, young widowed mum of three, knows Sven is everything she doesn’t need in a man. Can she risk giving in to temptation and enjoy the no strings sex on offer?
With the paparazzi breathing down their necks and both of them scarred emotionally by their past demons, will they manage to heal each other...

Definitely intriguing!  I am looking forward to the release already.  And the other one?

Awakening release date December 30^th through Breathless Press

Blurb: For straight-laced school teacher, Astrid, sex was a subject outside her curriculum. So she is not impressed with her birthday present - a trip to a tropical island of sexual abandonment.

That is until she wakes up in her very own Arabian Fantasy.

Ordered to pleasure Prince Rashid, her dream lover awakens needs she never knew she had.  Will her submission hold the key to her heart?  And can reality ever live up to fantasy?

OMG this sounds HOT!!!  :o) Just the kind of winter warmer we might need if we get the snow we’re supposedly due hey :o)  And such a stunning cover, loving the contrast of the green.   I guess now would be the best time to discuss your first release Lure of the Blood, such an impressive cover art!

How did you get inspiration for it?

The original idea came from reading a magazine article about university students financing their degree by lap dancing.  Lure of the Blood started off as another Erotic Novella, but my characters took over and decided otherwise.  I’m a complete punster so my plots are entirely character driven.  I never know what’s going to happen when I sit down to write.

Who are the characters most alike?

If we’re talking visual inspiration then this is Lucas

And this is Ion

Personality wise, I couldn’t say really.  There is a little bit of my hubbie in all my heroes and a little bit of me in all my heroines, but mostly they just pop in my head fully formed.  And are very insistent to get their stories told.

Mmmm  I am definitely warming to your visuals lol.  Do you have a favourite bit in the book?

Oh, there are so many, lol.  If I told you the bit I like the most it would be too big a spoiler, but I will leave you with a little excerpt:

A ruthless determination emanated from the man carrying her up the stairs, three at a time, as easily as though she weighed no more than a feather. His heartbeat thundered in her ear as erratically as her own and his arms tightened around her, when she wriggled closer into the warmth of his skin, not able to stop her instinctive need to lick his chest.

The scent and very essence of Ion exploded on her tongue. Need slamming into her, all thoughts of injuries fled her befuddled brain, when Ion pinned her against the wall, the minute they reached the safety of the bedroom.

He slid her down his naked body with infinite slowness and they groaned in unison when his rock-hard erection made brief contact with her groin on the way down. Marnie couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She was locked in the prison of Ion’s arms, every cell in her body craving his touch. Her knees buckled when he sniffed her neck, inhaling deeply. One of his thighs, between her legs, stopped her descent and his wolf’s grumble vibrated through her, causing more moisture to seep through her soaked thong. He had to feel that! Heat rose in her cheeks, even as his cock seemed to grow bigger still, a hard shaft against her belly, setting her skin alight where it touched through the thin barrier of her summer dress.

Ion’s barely controlled growl in her ear was the most arousing sound she had ever heard. His delicious scent intensifying around her, she didn’t even try to stop the needy moan escaping on a shuddery breath of air.

“Ion, please.”

“What, little one?”

The rasp of his rough tongue along her sensitive neck stopped Marnie from being able to respond at all, as the friction his tongue created sent sparks of electricity dancing across her body. Every lick along her fevered skin pitched her arousal higher, until the whole world was centred on the next trail of friction along her jaw.  Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding her core into Ion’s roughened thigh, until the iron grip of his hands on her hips stopped her.

“Easy, little one. This will be so much better if we go slowly. I want to taste every inch of you, drink your cream and make you come again and again against my tongue and then, only then, my sweet will you feel my cock so deep inside you, you will never want to leave me.”

The hands on her hips softened, as Marnie froze. Shivers of excitement or fear or both, she couldn’t be quite sure which, danced along her spine at the images those growled words created. Her hands clung to his shoulders and she lost herself in his predatory smile, when she risked a glance up at his face. The eyes of his wolf were looking down on her and he crowded her further against the wall. Her breasts flattened against his chest and his thigh moved sinuously against her core.

“So wet, my little one. Tell me, is this bounty all for me?”

A renewed surge of moisture was his answer and his eyes darkened further. She could feel his claws slowly dragging along her sides as his hands wandered to her neck and he pulled back slightly, one hand cupping her breast through the fabric of her dress, whilst his head lowered and Marnie’s eyes fluttered closed in anticipation of his invasion.

The gentleness of the kiss that followed took her breath away. Not the harsh invasion she had been expecting, but a tender seduction of lips and teeth, coaxing her to open on a sigh. Ion slipped into that moan, his tongue exploring every part of her mouth with agonising slowness, whilst his hand on her nipple rubbed and teased, every roll sending shards of pure pleasure between her thighs. Desperate to take the kiss deeper, her tongue sought his, but every time she tried he withdrew with a muttered growl, shaking his head and the hand on her breast stopped its intimate massage.

“I told you, we’re taking this slow, little one. I have no wish to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, Ion. Please, I need you.”

Something hot and dangerous flashed across his face at her whispered plea, the grip on her tightening for an instant. He smiled, the fangs of his wolf clearly visible, and Marnie held her breath at the struggle she sensed in him. The hand on her breast gripped the front of her dress and with one quick flick of his sharp claws the dress ripped, exposing her to his hungry gaze from the waist down. She sucked in her tummy on a shuddered moan as those menacing claws ran a trail over the soft skin of her abdomen, skimming the top of her thong with a feather touch, before he withdrew his claws and his fingers dipped under the elastic. His thigh spread her wider, as his fingers hovered over her clit and he resumed the kiss, his raspy tongue duelling with hers, until she thought she was going to dissolve into a sodden mess of drool and need.

His breathing was as heavy as hers when he finally pulled back, his eyes glowing in the darkness of the room.

“What makes you so sure I won’t hurt you. You’re such a little thing. You have no idea what my wolf could do to you.”

Marnie couldn’t breathe under the intensity of his fevered gaze. Of course she knew what he could do. Had she not seen his wolf in action mere minutes ago, about to rip Lucas to shreds? Terror slammed into her anew, not at Ion’s wolf, but at what could have happened to him, and she bit her lip so hard she could taste her own blood.

Ion released her with a muffled curse, all traces of his wolf gone. The flash of pain she saw in his eyes, before he turned his back on her, sliced straight through her heart.

“Good, I knew you’d come to your senses.”

Now if that doesn’t prompt you to go and buy the book people, I don’t know what will.  You can of course purchase the book from:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/lure-of-the-blood-by-doris-oconnor/

Doris, it has been an absolute pleasure to have to here today.  I wish you every success with your first release and best wishes for the future.  Thank you so much for being here today.

And that you to all of you who stopped by to read.

Take care all

 

JP-Stevens

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