Friday, 29 March 2013

Doris O'Connor has lost her muse....

Its so lovely to have another writing royalty here...please be up standing for her majesty, Doris O'Connor! **Rolls out the red carpet and gets a flute of champers a'ready**
Over to the lady herself, who is generously offering one lucky winner an e-book of their choice from her collection of publications - all you have to do is comment about your own muse. A winner will be randomly picked on Tuesday 2nd April. 

Muse where art thou?

When Samantha invited me on her blog, I jumped at the chance. Then I started thinking… What on earth can I write about? You see, my muse—a highly unpredictable and contrary little thing at the best of times—seems to have taken a leave of absence. 

Where to I'm not quite sure but I hope it's somewhere warm with some hot guy or guys, or gals even. I don't much care as long as she comes back brimming to share her stories with me.

It is rather odd, not having any characters in my head clambering for my attention. Sure, I get ideas—like wispy clouds of smoke they catch my attention for a moment and then disappear the minute I reach out to touch them. It's been over two weeks since I sat down and wrote anything of substance. Even flashes are a bit of a struggle at the moment.

It's dire, I tell you. Dire!

So, what does a panster do when her characters aren't talking? Well, eat chocolate, procrastinate, spend a ridiculous amount of time on Pinterest, and—gasp—do housework. Yes, my hubby has at times wondered who has replaced his wife. 
At least I am still bratty enough to reassure him that I am indeed still me, though I will get myself into hot water if I'm not careful. He started giving me that look…
Of course, the other thing I have been doing a lot of is reading. I have a massive TBR pile, and I am slowly making a dent in it, so all is not lost. I am holding onto the fact that sometime soon, that pesky muse will return and work me hard.

Until that time I will continue losing myself in someone else's world and sigh and cry and laugh with someone else's characters. It's such a treat, reading a good book, isn't it? So, I'm not worried—yet. You can quote me on that next week, when my muse still hasn't returned, and I am pulling my hair out.

For now I will leave you with my latest release. This was one of those stories that came out of nowhere. I woke up with Natasha in my head walking towards the hotel and her meeting with Mr. SG. I had no real idea who she was or why she chose to use Mr. SG’s services. I simply let myself be led and the results, as always were surprising to say the least.

This is the bit about being a panster that I love.

Hopefully, very soon that muse of mine will take me by the hand and lead me on another adventure. If you see her in the meantime, grab her and whip her into shape for me, please? Knowing her, she will enjoy that—a lot.

Tell me what you do to get your muse to co-operate and one lucky commenter will get an e-book of their choice from my available books, which you can check out here.


Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed, the card said – what a pretentious name for an escort. 
Still, cancer survivor Natasha has to do something to reclaim her sexuality after her reconstructive surgery, and he comes highly recommended, by her mother no less.
When she meets the experienced Dom, he makes every submissive bone in her body sing, and wish for things that can never be. Or can they? Fantasy fulfillment is all well and good, but she is just another client. 
As they test all of her boundaries, will their one night heal her, or break her? 


"I want you to play, pet. Play, or safe word out. Those are your two options. I suggest you use them wisely."
The pressure on her shoulders increased, just enough to get slightly painful, and she took a deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to really. She ran her fingers over the keys, the movement so familiar, yet strange after all this time, and she shut her eyes.

Something haunting he'd said. How very fitting. Without any conscious thought on her part, her fingers flew, and she lost herself in the music. Tears gathered and dropped on her hands, yet still she played, her body swaying with the music. By the time the last few notes of Chopin's Nocturne in E minor had drifted off into the ether, she felt at peace. Natasha floated on the high that playing the piano had used to give her all the time, before her cancer treatment had blown up her fingers and made playing impossible. She acknowledged the thought, but caught in her bubble of happiness and achievement, it did not have the power to hurt her just then. 

When she opened her eyes, it was to find SG watching her. Heat rose in her cheeks, and her cunt clamped when she realized what she was witnessing.

He was leaning against the piano, his legs spread wide, and Jonas was giving him head. She sucked in a breath and hastily pulled her eyes back up to SG's face. He smiled at her, and against her
better judgment her gaze darted downwards. Jonas chose that moment to come up for air, and her clit clenched in need when she got her first proper view of SG's cock. Slick from Jonas's mouth it glistened and quivered. Jonas put one hand on SG's thigh and grasped the other man's heavy ball sac with the other. Jonas squeezed and then sucked one testicle into his mouth. SG's groan of pleasure made her breathing hitch. She shouldn’t be witnessing this moment, but she couldn't drag her gaze away either as Jonas ran his hand up and down SG's huge cock. Pre-cum leaked on his fingers, the scent of sex heavy in the air, and Natasha licked her lips. She could almost taste the spicy, salty essence in the air. SG groaned again, the sound so low and sexy, moisture trickled past her pussy lips and onto her thighs. 
Who'd have thought that watching two men in action would be such a turn on, let alone that SG would actually give her that particular fantasy. She could feel his gaze on her face, on her breasts and lower, scorching her skin as though he was running his hands over her sweat slicked flesh.

"Touch yourself for me while you watch, pet. You know you want to. But do not come without my permission. "

Natasha balled her hands into fists, horrified to see them in her lap. She seemed to have spread her legs wide, too, giving SG, and Jonas for that matter, should he chose to look across, a perfect view of her wet cunt. She should have been mortified, but instead white hot arousal coursed through her veins. Her breathing grew heavy in tune with the men, and she ran her fingers through her wet slit. A moan escaped her lips, as the familiar tingles started. Circling her clit, she felt it swell under her fingertip, just as SG's cock swelled and pulsed. Jonas set to work in earnest, and SG grabbed the younger man's hair and started to fuck his mouth. Faster and harder they all worked together, to reach the pinnacle. Her fingers fell away as SG came with a roar of completion, and Jonas's throat worked overtime swallowing down his seed. She was so close, so goddamn close, but he hadn’t given her permission to come, and she couldn't push herself over that cliff without it, she just couldn't.

So she stopped, not daring to move, as the cool air on her swollen folds alone started the familiar tingles of bliss. She bit her lip, and dug her hands into the leather of the piano chair. Perspiration broke out all over her body, but somehow she staved off the impending orgasm.

By the time she had herself back under control, Jonas had finished licking SG clean. He pulled the younger man up by his hair and the rough kiss that followed between them had Natasha teetering on the brink again.  

Jonas was flushed and breathing so heavily his pants filled the still room when SG broke the kiss. The outline of his erect cock was clearly visible through his fitted trousers, and Jonas groaned when SG took him into a firm grip through the fabric.

"Want to help our boy out here, my pet? I think he deserves a treat, don't you? And as you've been such a good girl you deserve one, too. Jonas here does wonders with his tongue." He patted Jonas's head, and the young man colored and bowed his head in submission. 

Natasha couldn't tear her eyes away from the outline of that erection, and SG chuckled. He released Jonas who immediately resumed his previous position on the floor. SG pulled Natasha to her feet so roughly that she would have stumbled, had he not picked her up and set her on the piano. The keys clanged as her feet settled on them. Natasha winced at the sound, before his mouth came down hard on hers and she forgot to think altogether. He tasted just as she imagined he would, raw, masculine, earthy, with just a hint of Jonas's scent still clinging to his firm lips. He shifted, and another set of hands spread her thighs wide, before an extremely skillful tongue delved into her channel, and she screamed into the kiss SG gave her.

He broke the kiss and smiled at her, the warm approval in his eyes her undoing. 



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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Phew! That was one HOT excerpt, wouldn't you agree?! 

'Til next time....look after those muses! 
Sam :-)


  1. Thanks, Sam. Do hold onto those muses. Mine is proving a very slippery little eel atm.


    Thanks for having me here :-)

  2. My muse is also elusive, she comes and goes as she pleases and only stays a short time. =(

  3. I feel for you Doris. . .my muse as been on extended vacation with no sign of coming back any time soon. She must have found a cruise ship that does not have electrical problems, noro virus, or passengers that pass away while at sea [of natural causes, or so it was reported]. While I also succumbed to reading others works, I think that is part of the reason my muse stays away. Too easy to lose myself in other stories. Think I need to launch back into research for several other outlined WIPs. Hopefully that will spur thoughts along other directions. Worth a try, no?

    Get out the fishing rod, with heavy pound test line, and dangle some yummy bait that no slippery elm can resist. Come on . . . you're inventive. You can come up with some way to jump start your muse.

    Cheryl M.

    1. Thanks, Cheryl, am trying to lure her back in. *fingers crossed*

  4. What a fabulous excerpt Doris! I know just what you mean about missing your muse, mine can take herself off for weeks at a time :( Hope inspiration strikes soon. Great post ladies!

    1. Thanks for hopping on over, Christy :-)

  5. Damn those Muses! Who do they think they are! I mean they use you, abuse you then walk away! So I cry in my red wine, get anxious, eat chocolate, then an idea occurs and you know little ol' Muses starts meandering back!

    1. Lol, Michaela, I know, right - downright rude of them ;-)

    2. They just can't resist the red wine and choccie Michaela! :-)

  6. my muse is away with yours I think...

  7. Muses are such capricious souls aren't they? Mind you Doris and Raven - with the amount of stories out there between you - your muses are probably having a well earned holiday!

    My muse can be amazing - I've written 2,000 words in an hour before - but then she wanders off and pops in now and again to torture me with possible new adventures. What about the one I'm writing eh??!

    1. Heh, so true, Alison. I can see them sipping their cocktails, and eyeing up the man candy. They best come back well rested and raring to go. :-)


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