Welcome my next Sexy Sexclusive guest, Doris O’Connor! Doris is one of those amazing author who I swear never sleeps. I mean, how can she? She’s a prolific author with a steady flow of new releases, plus she has a wonderful husband and nine beautiful children. Yes, nine!
I’m thrilled to help celebrate release of Her Imaginary Lover with Doris today. Don’t you love the cover? Tell us all about it, Doris!
Thanks so much for having me here today, Sandra, with my paranormal BDSM story Her Imaginary Lover.
Did you have an imaginary friend as a child? I bet he felt very real to you. What if these imaginary friends were real, however? And what if, not all of them were nice friends… What if there was a whole other dimension…
Such is the premise behind Her Imaginary Lover.
To Macie, Kaylom has always been real. Blind from birth, she never realized other people couldn’t see him, until her parents started to doubt her sanity, and eventually she sent him away.
That was fifteen years ago, but Kaylom is back now, and Macie is not a child anymore…
When your imaginary friend turns out to be real, there’s only one thing you can do—have the best sex of your life.
Macie Johann’s ordered world is thrown into chaos, when she is attacked on her way home from work. The muscle bound hunk that comes to her rescue would appear to be naked? Okay then, maybe she has hit her head a bit too hard, but then again no one else seems to notice him, and there is something very familiar about this guy.
Blind from birth Macie has learnt to trust her senses, and they all scream at her to grab her chance of true happiness with the man, who makes her body and soul sing. Never mind the small fact of his not being human.
When their actions get Kaylom yanked back into his dimension to stand trial, Macie follows determined to fight for her man.
Sexy Sexclusive Excerpt:
Kaylom let the hot water wash over his body and resisted the urge to smash his fist into the tiles. Somehow he didn’t think Macie would appreciate the expense of needing her tiles replaced because he couldn’t control his urges. Fuck it to Athuron and back, he’d almost bitten her. Even now his fangs pricked his lips, and he could still taste that spot of blood he’d licked off her lips.
It would have been so easy. Every fiber of his being had urged him to drive his incisors into her neck. To mark her as his and to cement the bond between them—a bond that shouldn’t exist, yet had done from the minute she’d asked him his name all those years ago.
Kaylom thumped his head against the wall and screwed his eyes shut. He needed to get away, to put distance between him and the woman who called him like the old sirens of legend. She could never be what his soul told him she was. It wasn’t possible. The slide of the shower stall made him tense. He didn’t dare open his eyes and look. As it was his imagination filled the blanks in just fine.
Macie’s small hands slid up his back, and he let out a breath. Even that simple action had his cock harden to the point of pain, and there was no chance in hell she would miss his fangs. Maybe that’s what was needed, though. Maybe to feel those lethal protrusions would make her see sense.
If she told him to leave, if she ran from him in terror it would tear his heart to shreds, but it would keep her safe from him and his dark urges. She was human and fragile, and even if by some miracle, the elders relaxed their rules, there was no future for them.
Macie deserved it all. She needed a nice normal husband she could take home to her parents, and who would be able to give her children. He smiled despite his dark thoughts. She would make a fantastic mother one day. There was a good reason her practice was thriving. She was a natural with kids.
“Kaylom, what’s wrong?” she asked, and he groaned as she pressed her breasts into his back, and hugged him close.
“I shouldn’t be here, that’s what’s wrong. I’m a fucking monster, and my kind screw with humans all the time. You can’t see us, so that we can better fuck with your mind and bodies. We like nothing better than to have a little human sport. To see you jump through hoops and writhe underneath us, while we fuck your clueless brains out, and you think you’re just dreaming.”
He grimaced at his crass words, but he had to drive her away, because he sure as fuck didn’t have the strength to just leave her.
Macie tensed slightly, but she didn’t let go of him, and he felt her nod into his back.
“I knew there had to be more of you, and I know not all of you are friendly.”
She took a step back when he roared and spun around.
“What do you mean you know? Has some other Athuron been sniffing around you, because I swear I’ll—”
Her laugh interrupted his angry retort, and he glared at her. Her raven mass of hair clung to her overgenerous curves, and he couldn’t help but follow the rivulets of water as they caressed her breasts, and then dropped along her long legs. Even her bright red toenails turned him on for fuck’s sake.
“You think this is funny?” He grasped her hand and brought it up to his mouth until she could feel his elongated canines. Heat rose in her cheeks, but instead of screaming in terror as any sane person would have done, she moaned and stepped closer to him. Tracing his fangs with her fingertips she looked a picture of concentration, and even his gruff warning to be careful didn’t deter her.
A heavy weight settled on his chest watching her innocent exploration of his teeth and mouth.
“You’re not a vampire?” she asked.
Kaylom snorted in answer.
“No, I’m not that, but my bite will change you nonetheless. It’s how my kind mates for life. It goes against all the rules to bite a human, and I almost fucking bit you back then. I can’t … I won’t do that.”
Macie blinked several times, and Kaylom switched the shower off and opened the enclosure.
“Look, this is not the place to discuss this. Seeing you all wet and naked like this all I want to do is bend you over and take you right here against the wall like some fucking animal.”
Macie’s little mewl in answer had him jump out of the shower as though the hounds of hell were after him, and she frowned when she seemed to notice his actions. He wrapped a towel round his middle, swiped the moisture off the mirror and grimaced at the sight of the seemingly floating towel. This right there was why Athurons could not wear clothes in this realm. It would send the humans screaming for an exorcist.
Unfortunately the mirror also granted him the perfect view of a naked Macie climbing out of the shower, and he almost swallowed his tongue when she swung her leg out. The action afforded him an unrivalled view of her puffy little cunt and the feminine dew clinging to her nether lips. The shower had masked her scent somewhat, but now he got the message loud and clear. She was wet for him, and he cursed himself all kinds of a fool for not taking her up on her silent offer. To lose himself balls deep in her soft body would surely be worth any possible punishment.
Before he could make up his mind one way or the other, she’d pulled her bathrobe over her shoulders and hid her body from view.
She glanced in his direction, and he wondered at the delicate blush that stained her cheek bones, until she pulled the toilet seat up, and the penny dropped.
“Are you going to stand there and watch me pee, or are you going to give me some privacy?”
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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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