It's always a pleasure to host this grand lady, Doris O'Connor (she will hit me something for calling her a lady, quite possibly, but that's how we roll). She's here with her newest release today, and I let her do the talking!
"Dear KAtherine, thank you so much for having me on your blog today with my
new release Her Best Friend’s Husband. Like so many of my stories the idea for
this one was first sparked by a picture and the resulting tease on my blog.
The picture was a naked guy in bed, holding a wedding cake.
How did I arrive from that to this story? Well, my muse works in mysterious
ways, lol. The story slowly evolved and it was stuck in limbo for a long time,
until I got the urge one day to pick up that manuscript, and the rest is
history, as they say.
I had such fun writing these three, and the intricacies of
their relationship as they try to work out whether three is indeed better than
two. So much so, in fact, that I’m planning a follow up to their story in due
course.
For now, enjoy seeing Naomi struggle with her feelings for
her best friend and his husband. To quote her. “Who does that?”
Naomi, for sure, and when she realizes the guys feel the
same way…. Well… you might need a fan or a glass of water when you’re reading
some scenes."
Your best friend’s wedding is not the time to
realize how much you love him...
Wedding organizer Naomi Young is not only
head-over-heels in love with her best friend, she lusts after his husband.
Which is all kinds of wrong—isn’t it? Maybe
not. Especially when she discovers the attraction is not as one-sided as she
thought.
Dom Dawson Monroe has never had a problem
going after what he wants. Both he and his new husband Josh Garrison enjoy a
woman’s soft touch, so who better to satisfy that need than the one woman Josh
is madly in love with? Time to claim them both as his submissives.
Convention be damned. Happiness is to be found
in the soft curves of Naomi’s body, as long as they can convince her that this
is forever. Only time will tell if the loving twosome can become an even more
loving threesome.
Be Warned: BDSM, m/m sex, menage sex (MMF), double
penetration
Buy it from:
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B077RV4GSB/
Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B077RV4GSB/
Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B077RV4GSB/
Excerpt:
“Perhaps the boy’s timing was unfortunate, but he would
only owe you an apology if you hadn’t enjoyed that kiss. And we all know you
did. I’d wager you’re getting wet just remembering those kisses. I know I got
hard witnessing it. You two look hot together.”
Naomi gasped and opened her mouth as though to protest,
but one knowing smirk from Dawson meant she simply shook her head.
“Nothing to say to that, little one?”
That question, delivered in that deep, dark, gravelly
voice—his Dom voice, as Josh called it—appeared to have the same effect on
Naomi, as it always did on him. Her breathing sped up, and she tensed. While he
couldn’t see them from his position in his back seat, Josh bet his next orgasm
that her nipples were hard little beacons signaling her arousal as clearly as
the moan she swallowed. It made him wish this infernal journey was over
already. He couldn’t wait to see his life-long friend squirm in pleasure under
his and Dawson’s hands.
His Master’s gaze dropped down to Naomi’s cleavage and
Dawson’s grin turned positively sinful.
“Never mind words, your body gives you away. If I touched
you now, I’d find you sopping wet for us, wouldn’t I? In fact…”
Dawson reached across and placed his large hand on
Naomi's knee. She jumped but didn't stop him as he proceeded to pull up the hem
of her dress, exposing acres of dark skin. The contrast of Dawson's much
lighter hand on Naomi's thighs was startling. Josh groaned, and Naomi crunched
the gear again as the traffic started moving.
"Please, I … don't." She flung an imploring
look at Master and gasped when his hand briefly disappeared between her ample
thighs. Josh balled his hands into fists to stop himself from grasping his
dick, because seeing Master's hand reappear seconds later, his digits glistening
with the unmistakable evidence of Naomi's arousal … fuck, that was hot.
Dawson grinned, licked one digit, and then held his hand
out for Josh.
“Here, have a taste.”
His amber eyes darkened when Josh grasped Master’s
hand. Naomi’s sweet, addictive taste exploded on his taste buds, made ten times
more potent because it was mixed in with the familiar scent of the man he loved
to distraction. Josh’s balls drew up in response, and he grunted as his dick
jerked inside his pants.
“No coming without my say-so, boy. Besides, you make a
mess in our girl’s car you’ll be cleaning it up.”
“Oh my God, you two are too much. I’m sitting right here,
you know. Are either one of you going to actually ask me what I think?”
Naomi’s voice had risen to a shrill screech in her
agitation. It served as an ice-cold dampener to Josh’s arousal, and he hastily
released Dawson’s hand.
“Of course, we do.” He threw an imploring glance at his
husband, and Dawson gave a sharp nod. Relief flooded through Josh, at that
non-verbal confirmation that his Master was more than willing to step in.
“None of this will work without your consent, and
communication is vital. I just don’t appreciate you lying to yourself, or us,
girl,” Dawson said.
Naomi tensed further, and Josh could almost see the steam
coming out of her ears. Any minute now she would explode in anger.
“Look, Naomi, what Dawson is trying to say—”
"Spare me, Josh." Naomi glared at him through
the rearview mirror, and in a move that wouldn't have been amiss in a Bond movie,
she pulled into the fast lane and put her foot down, as the traffic cleared.
Dawson's hand braced on the dashboard again, and when he looked all set to say
something, Josh put his hand on his Master's shoulder. Dawson glanced back at
him, and his brows drew together in a frown at Josh's shake of the head. He
heeded his request, however, and didn't say anything, as Naomi broke every
speed limit in the land in her haste to seemingly get away from them all.
An awkward silence fell between them all, only broken by
Naomi's soft curses when she had to slow down for the inevitable traffic,
interspersed by Dawson's sighs.
Oh, Master was pissed and getting more annoyed by the
minute. One of Dawson’s unbreakable rules was the need for his submissives to
stay safe. Unwittingly Naomi was breaking that rule, and Josh knew he had to
say something to calm this situation down.
“Slow down, sweet cheeks. Getting us killed will not get
us there any faster. I’m sorry okay.”
Naomi gasped and glanced at him through the mirror. The
sheen of tears in her eyes was like a punch to the gut, and he put his hand on
her shoulder. He took the fact that she didn't immediately shrug him off as a
good sign. "I'm sorry I sprung this on you, but I'm not sorry I kissed
you. I'm not sorry this is out in the open. We should have probably had this
conversation before I got married, but there never seemed a right time, and I'm
a fucking coward, okay? I was too afraid to lose our friendship, but we could
be so good together. All of us."
About Doris
Doris is a writer of
sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines
who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi,
BDSM, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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Hey, who are you calling lady, let alone grand. That makes me sound ancient ;-) *snort*
ReplyDeleteThanks again for hosting me today. <3