Doris O’Conner talks about a virgin…her book that is.
Today we have Doris O’Conner chilling with Luscious and talking about her newest release from Evernight publishing The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin.
I’m getting ahead of myself, let step back to a few days ago and explain. I saw this book on the publishers site. Yes I stalk up and coming releases. I’ll admit the title threw me, I mean who wouldn’t want a virgin…right? So me being me when I found out the book was by my fellow writer and a woman I consider my sister author I sought more info. One thing led to another and bam Doris is over at Luscious offering up a interview and showing me a pretty. I am such a sucker for a gorgeous cover.
Take a peek below to find out more about Doris, who happens to be one of the sweetest women I know and keep reading to get a glimpse at a virgin…
- What’s your snack of choice for a hardcore writing session?
Coffee and chocolate
- What is your favorite book on the craft of writing?
You know, I haven’t got one. In fact, I have never even read one!
- What do you like best (or least) about writing?
The creating of the stories, without a doubt. It’s such a privilege to be able to write my character’s journey and to know that they trust me to write them. That probably makes me sound like a loon, but I’m a pantster through and through, so my characters are very real to me. They tell me their story and I simply take dictation. It’s an awesome process J
On the flip side of it, it’s a pita when they’re not talking to me.
- What do you read when you’re not writing?
Anything romance, the hotter the better!
- Describe your workspace.
Well, that would be a little Acer netbook, lol. Either perched on the settee like I am doing now, or perched on my bed, where most of my writing takes place. I do have a desk in the corner of my living room, but not a lot of writing takes place there anymore, since the toddler has been on the move and into everything.
- Favorite quote?
This too will pass.
- What’s your favorite romantic comedy and why?
Pretty Woman. I could watch that over and over. I’m a sucker for Cinderella type stories and this is one of the better ones, and well, Richard Gere, what’s not to like? 😉
- What’s the one place you’d most like to visit someday?
I did a lot of research for Alice’s and Lakota’s honeymoon, which takes place in Sri Lanka. I fell in love with the resort they’re staying at, and in fact, I said to hubby, that we’ll go there for our thirtieth wedding anniversary. J
- Have you ever disliked one of your characters?
Oh yes, they tend to be one of the side characters, but I recall disliking the hero in book two of my Giovanni series, Too Cold To Love immensely. So much so that I worried over how readers would receive him. He comes across as such a cold hearted, arrogant wotsit to start with, but then you get to know him better and realize he is anything but. He’s one of my favourite heroes now.
1. What are you working on next?
I have just finished my sex-android story, and am kind of between projects at the minute. Waiting for something to truly grab me. It’s a toss-up between the next Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed or the next Club Ink story, or a ménage that’s been niggling at me for ages now. We’ll see who shouts the loudest.
Meet the author
Hometown: Dortmund in Germany
Hobbies: Reading, chilling with my family.
Favorite indulgence: Chocolate and loooong soaks in the bath.
Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy. When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.
Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.
Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?
He’d bound her to him with the ridiculous terms of their arrangement, and he had no idea how she really felt about him. That her body desired him, of that there was no doubt. Could there ever be more between them? Was the trust she exhibited in her submission to him enough to build a relationship on?
Would she want to stay with him once the arranged time was over? His little Alice was a romantic. Would she settle for a life with what little he had to offer, knowing full well that he was incapable of ever saying the words every woman wanted to hear?
“Lakota?” Her uncertain whisper shook him out his maudlin thoughts. This was here, and this was now. He would live in the moment and worry about all that later. Right now he had his woman where he wanted her.
“I’m here, my sweet. Relax.”
She drew in a breath and another, in a visible effort to calm her nerves, and he bent down and kissed her again.
“Remember those candles you admired on that stall in Colombo, my sweet?”
She stilled completely and her breaths grew choppier, and he smiled.
“I see that you do… Now, feel their kiss, and fly for me.”
He’d gone hard as nails in the middle of the crowded market at her innocent reaction to his whispered comment that these were far more than scented candles. He’d bought them on impulse, waiting for the right moment to introduce them. He knew her well enough by now to know how far he could push her, and he wanted to give her the pleasure this play brought.
She flinched at the first drop of wax hit her just below the collarbone, and he swiped the drop away, watching her closely for her reaction. Again and again he repeated the process, until she arched into the touch of the wax on her skin.
He drew patterns around her breasts, leaving the wax to settle, and letting the flame burn a little hotter each time. Her breathing changed to the slow, deep state of relaxed awareness he wanted her to be in as he scribed what was in his heart on her quivering tummy.
By the time he was done his dick was just about ready to explode, and Alice was so wet, the covers were stained under her ass. He smiled to himself at the face of housekeeping in the morning and poured one last heavy drop of wax over her hugely distended clit at the same time as he thrust his cock into the tight clasp of her body, with a growled, “Come for me, baby.”
Alice came so hard and so fast she could barely catch her breath. The sensation of the hot wax dripping over her most sensitive flesh coupled with the feel of him sliding deep into her core, his weight pinning her in place proved too much.
She was dimly aware of Lakota reaching his own pinnacle in record time, and then she was free. Released from her bonds and held securely in his arms, she blinked to get her eyes to focus.
Her body was covered in multi-colored patters of wax, and he’d traced a word into her lower abdomen—Mine.
Alice bit back her tears, and Lakota’s hands settled over her fingers tracing the word. She looked at him, and she held her breath at the emotion she glimpsed in his eyes, before he masked it.
“I will run you a bath, and you can soak it off. I’m not going near that beautiful skin of yours with a knife.”
“Do we have to take it off?”
He grew very still at her husky question, and his voice was hoarse when he finally answered.
“I don’t want you getting sore. This is your first time. We don’t know how your skin will react.”
Alice smiled at the protectiveness and concern behind those words.
“I seem to be having a lot of firsts around you, Mr. Kemnay.”