Month O' Love Day 8 With Doris O'Connor

Today we're joined by the dazzling, Doris O'Connor (Yes I like alliteration, I even had a mini skit in college called alliteration station). Back to the topic, Doris is here to share her thoughts about love and a toe-curling excerpt from her sizzling release , Too Hot To Handle.

Romance—what does it mean to you?

It's February and as I'm sitting here typing this guest blog with the telly on in the background, I'm running out of fingers, counting the Valentine themed Adverts.

*rolls eyes*

You see, Valentines Day, and the whole commercial shebang that goes with it, turns me into a bit of a cynic. I can hear you all gasp now—a Romance Author who doesn't believe in Valentines? Sacrilege! But bear with me on this.

I may not believe in Valentines, but I do believe in romance, the real nitty gritty, day in, day out romance. The kind of romance that means hubby and I have been married for twenty-three years. Now don't get me wrong we do give each other cards and we go out for dinner, though not usually on Valentines, but we do not buy into the whole must get each other huge presents, declare our undying love gestures.

Gestures are easy after all. Make an effort one day a year and take your other half for granted the rest of the time. I see that all too often, hence my cynical side coming to the fore. We show each other we care every day of the year, we do not need a commercial reminder.

Mind you, there has been certain hilarity surrounding Valentines Day over the years. We will always fondly remember our 'courting days'. Hubby used to drive a van—rather handy in them days.

*cough*

Anyways we were celebrating that particular Valentines, when we were rather rudely interrupted by none other than two burly coppers with flashlights. It wasn't funny at the time, but we can giggle about it now.

"Just let my fiancé get dressed, first, officer."

Cue me, freezing my butt off wearing nothing but a thankfully very long jumper. We were let off with a stern telling off.

*giggles*

Then there were the Valentines, when money was so tight, we couldn't even afford a card, let alone a present, so hubby surprised me with poems, picture collages, etc. One Valentines he made me huge heart out of wood, in the center of which was our wedding picture. Yeah, he's the really soppy one!

I tend to make gagging noises, when he gets that soppy, until he tells me to shut up, and just accept that he loves me, and if he wants to get soppy then he will. Then I swoon. 

Because I am female enough to secretly love it when he does that, but it wouldn't mean a thing, if he didn't walk the walk every day. If he never again told me he loved me, I would still feel loved, because he makes me feel special every day. From bringing me breakfast in bed at the weekend, to changing dirty nappies, late night trips for emergency chocolates, taking the kids out for the day, so that I can write, or letting me rant and rave at him when I had one of*those*days.

From making me feel beautiful with that look he gets in his eyes and the way he still loses his train of thought when he sees me undress, despite the passage of time and the evidence of nine children. From keeping me fed and watered when I lose myself in a story to holding me when I cry. He's my best friend and I simply couldn't imagine life without him.

Before you all think he's some kind of paragon of virtue, let me reassure you he's also a typical male and an alpha male at that. So he can be darn near impossible to live with, and I can never get him to do anything, unless he wants to do it. Well, I probably could if I used my feminine wiles, but we don't have that sort of a relationship, and I respect him and myself too much to try that particular trick.

He snores, he has the most awful temper, he's obsessed with martial arts, weight training, and cycling, to name but a few, and he drives me round the bend with his constant 'tinkering'. But then I have plenty of quirks that drive him insane too. We very often agree to disagree, shall we say…

But hey, this is real life, not a romance novel.

*grin*

The one complaint hubby has about my writing, is my heroes.

"Do they have to be so damn well physically perfect?" He rolls his eyes when I say, "Yes actually they do, because this is fantasy and we have the real thing at home."

I had to run after that comment… he caught up with me…

*sniggers*

Moving swiftly on, lol, I love losing myself in a good romance and I sniff at the HEA. And yes, hubby reads them too, voraciously I might add, even when he grumbles about those damn heroes!

This leads me swiftly to the latest one of my heroes, my sexy firefighter Alex Giovanni. He's one of hubby's favorites. He was only telling me last night, how much he loves the cover of Too Hot To Handle. So do I, but I'm pretty sure it's for different reasons

I leave you with an excerpt. Don't forget to tell me what romance means to you. Would love to hear your views!

Blurb

When firefighter Alex Giovanni returns to his old neighbourhood to fulfill family obligations, he is reunited with the woman inhabiting his dreams. The sexy siren ran out on him after one explosive night many years ago. Hiding behind her sensible clothes she portrays the perfect image of Miss Prim and Proper and Alex vows to unlock the passionate woman he remembers. Mixing business with pleasure has never been so much fun.

Kitty Jenkins' orderly life gets turned upside down when Alex walks into her school. Their passion filled night four years ago has left her with a secret that threatens to tear them apart. Giving into Alex is out of the question, regardless of how much her body craves his touch.

When secrets spill and disaster strikes, can their passion turn into love?

Excerpt

Kitty's heart beat a strange staccato against her breastbone. What had possessed her to slip back into her school girl outfit, she would never know. Yet here she was, dressed like some third-rate hooker, about to embark on a one night stand. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, she knocked on the door of Alex's hotel room. All was quiet on the other side, and she was just about to turn round when the door opened; and Kitty's greeting stuck in her throat.

Dressed in nothing but low riding jeans, Alex smiled at her, and she hastily wrenched her eyes upwards from the incredible abs on display. Covered with a light dusting of chest hair that trailed down to his jeans, they would give any model a run for his money, and Kitty swallowed. Dressed he was bad enough, but like this he was breathtaking, and judging by that lazy smile he knew it, too.

"Room service around here just keeps on getting better." Alex's husky voice raised goose bumps on her exposed skin. "Coming in?"

He hooked one finger under her chin and tugged the end of her shirt tails with the other hand, forcing her to take a step toward him.

"I-I shouldn't be here, really. I'm not sure why I'm even here." Kitty mumbled the words, and heat spread into her cheeks.

Alex merely smiled and pulled her closer still. "Liar, we both know why you're here. Question is, my naughty little girl, will you step through the door and expand your curriculum?" Alex's heated whispers against her ear sent her heart into overdrive, and she leant into his warmth. His clean, male scent wrapped itself round her senses, and her stomach flip-flopped in delicious anticipation. It had been so long since any man had held her. That had to be the reason for her immediate reaction to this man.

"Well, Sir, that all depends what you have in mind, because I have been very naughty."

Alex went very still at her breathy statement, and Kitty bit her lip. Has she read this wrong? Was he not up for a little role-play? She hesitantly raised her eyes to his face to read his expression, and the heat in his gaze scorched her skin.

"So, I've heard. Come here, and take your punishment." His deep voice had dropped several octaves, and he grabbed her by the wrist and spun her into the room. The door clicked shut, the sound loud in the quiet room, and before she could even blink, he had her pinned against the wall. One jeans clad thigh spread her legs wide, and he raised her hands high above her head, whilst his other hand blazed a trail of heat along her exposed tummy. His mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss, and she opened to his quiet demand automatically. His tongue found hers in an erotic dance that left her jelly-legged, breathless, and grateful for his big body holding her up against the wall.

He groaned his approval when she kissed him back, and he deepened the kiss, his fingers slowly slipping south, until they dipped under the elastic of her thong.

"My, you are a naughty girl. What have we here?"

He chuckled into her neck, and Kitty gasped when he thrust one finger into her wet core.

"So wet already, and we've only just started." He flicked her clitoris once, and the slight pain caused a renewed burst of moisture to coat his fingers as he inserted another finger into her and found her g-spot. Kitty moaned into his shoulder as sensations built deep inside her core, and he licked himself down the column of her throat towards her breast. She screamed when he bit one nipple through the shirt and bra and thrust her hips at him, desperate to reach the release his talented fingers were driving her toward.

"Not so fast. You're being punished, remember."

Alex smiled and withdrew his fingers. He licked each digit in turn, murmuring his approval and then stepped back, his heated gaze roaming over her body. Kitty clenched her thighs together in a vain effort to relieve the hot ache in her pussy.

"Spread your legs, naughty girl." Alex growled the demand, and Kitty's eyes widened at the steely determination she saw in his face. "You will not come until I give you permission. Do you hear me?"

"Yes." Good God, does that porn star voice really belong to me?

Alex's eyes narrowed, and Kitty automatically dropped her gaze. She licked her lips, seeing the huge erection straining the flies of his jeans. Oh my. He was clearly as turned on as she by their little game. But how far would he take this? And did she trust him enough to find out?

"Yes, what?" His deep voice held an edge of steel, and she bit back her moan. That voice alone would send her over the edge. Who'd have thought a little role-play could be so erotic?

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. Now strip – slowly."

Alex's voice brooked no argument, and Kitty hastened to comply. She fumbled with the tails of her blouse until Alex stepped forward and ripped the thing clean off her.

"Not that slowly."

His eyes wicked, he unhooked her bra and sent that, too, flying. He whistled his approval as her breasts fell free. He cupped each mound in turn, and spun her around and toward the double bed, which took up one side of the hotel room. The slap on her ass took her by surprise, and she yelped. He soothed the sting with his large hand massaging her ass cheeks, and he chuckled into her neck.

His fingers once again dipped into her wet folds, and she froze when he inserted one digit, slick with her juices, into her anus. Heaven help her, that felt way too good. Heat spread across her skin, and Alex bit into her earlobe, as his fingers continued their erotic dance in and out of her forbidden passage, and her body betrayed her arousal by a renewed gush of moisture between her legs.

"That's my naughty girl." Alex's erratic breathing into her neck pitched her own arousal sky high, and she put up no resistance when he urged her onto the bed, his naked, warm, torso heating her back.

"Get on all fours for me."

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A huge thanks to Doris for stopping by today! I'm having a blast introducing y'all to my pub sisters and sharing their work! Be sure to check out Too Hot To Handle!