It started with a kiss.
Well, in my
case, and that is true for a vast majority of my stories.
It started with a picture.
This one to
be precise:
The lovely
Kim posted that hunk in my reader group The RavDor Chicks, and my muse drooled.
After some brainstorming in the group, we decided that he was a Viking and a wolf
shifter. It all went from there, and Kim’s very own Viking story was born J
Blurb:
When historical romance writer
Kimberly Talbot finds a displaced, injured Viking at her campfire, her life
sure starts to get complicated. She can’t leave him there. Besides, what sort
of writer would she be if she didn’t take up this splendid opportunity for some
hands on research of the sexy Viking god variety?
All she has to do is keep her heart
out of the firing line.
Asger, son of
Liufr wakes up in a
strange, cursed land, out of time, injured, and unable to shift. Drawn to the fire of the flame haired kona by her
intoxicating scent and the promise of food and shelter, he has no choice but to
trust the woman his wolf claims is their mate, their válað, the very key
to his return home.
He doesn’t belong in
these strange times, but does Kim belong in his?
A choice has to be made…
Releases
with Evernight Publishing November 25th
Available
on Amazon:
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other buy links check the book page:
****
Adult Excerpt:
Remembering a Burlesque Class she’d attended for
research into a story a few years ago, she closed her eyes, and swung her hips
to imaginary seductive music. Kim ran her hands slowly up underneath the hem of
her blouse, exposing minute amounts of skin in slow motion, while continuing
the sway of her hips.
Asger’s sharp intake of breath spurred her on.
Letting go of the blouse she ran her hands over her breasts, cupping each heavy
mound until she could thumb her own nipples. Shivers of delight chased across
her skin, and her clit contracted in need.
A Norse curse made her open her eyes to find Asger
had retreated to the stairs. Sitting down, with his legs spread wide, he
watched her through hungry eyes, as he stroked his dick in slow moves mirroring
the speed of her hands on her tits.
Emboldened she danced closer, slowly unbuttoning her
blouse until it fell from her shoulders, and she threw it across to him. Asger
caught it with a grin, and the bra that followed.
Seeing him lift the lacy contraption up to his nose
and inhale deeply made Kim lose her stride. That was just so damn sexy, as was
the way his cock jumped in his hand. The thick head glistened in pre-cum, and
Kim licked her lips, desperate to taste him again.
A deep rumble rose from Asger’s chest. She tore her
gaze away from the sight of his cock, ran it up the ridges that made up his
abdomen, over the ink gracing his side and chest into the bearded column of his
neck, and the proud lines of this warrior’s face up to his softly glowing eyes.
“Not
that slow, kona. I want to see my cunt. I want to see it weep with its
dew, ready for my tongue and my cock. I want to taste you, devour you, until
your only thought is me. I want you.”
“God,
yes, please, I want that, too.”
All finesse went out of the window as Kim unsnapped
her jeans and yanked them down her legs, taking her sodden underwear with them.
She stumbled in her haste to kick off her shoes and her jeans, and braced
herself for impact. Instead of the floorboards coming to greet her, however,
she found herself on the stairs draped over Asger’s knees. The first sharp slap
of his hand on her ass cheeks stung like crazy.
“Ow,
what was … ow.”
A second and third swat followed interspersed by the
deep, menacing growl of his wolf. The vibrations of that sound trembled through
her body and settled straight in her clit, so that the fourth, fifth, and sixth
swats didn’t hurt. They set her ass on fire, for sure, but the pain added to
her arousal. Again and again those blows came, until she lifted her butt into
each one, and moaned her denial when he stopped. She was dimly aware of being
lifted and the feel of the stairs carpet under her knees and forearms, as Asger
moved her into position as though she weighed nothing. In this position cool air rushed across her
swollen pussy lips.
“So
beautiful with your red ass, and wet, sweet cunt. I want you to scream when you
come against my tongue, do you hear me, kona? All the way up these stairs, and if you’re a good girl, you
will get my cock. If not…”
Kim gasped and her knees buckled at the first bold
swipe of Asger’s rough tongue along her exposed slit, and Asger chuckled into
her swollen labia.
“We
will just have to start all over again.”
Her clit quivered in need, and yet more of her juices
trickled down the inside of her thighs. Asger lapped them up with an
appreciative rumble, and then swatted her ass.
“Start
crawling up one step, kona. I want to be comfortable for my meal of
fresh cunt.”
Oh, good lord. Is he going to make me crawl up
these stairs with him eating me out? I’m never going to survive this.
Somehow she managed to follow that command, and
several more licks of his far too talented tongue were her reward. Kim groaned
and moaned as he took her up the rungs of arousal with every step they managed
that way. When she slipped, his hands dug into her hips to hold her still, and
seemingly satisfied with her, he renewed his efforts. Up and down her slit he
lapped up her arousal. He nibbled and teased, and when he ran his tongue up to
her anus and circled the tight ring of muscle, while simultaneously pushing two
fingers into her wet channel, Kim did scream. Asger finger-fucked her with
devastating precision, curling his digits until he found the spot designed to
drive her wild with need.
Kim tensed, shook, and then exploded as her orgasm
burst from her with an intensity that took her breath away, as his tongue
breached her anus. With her ass up in the air, her elbows on the stairs, and
his broad shoulders supporting her body she was spread obscenely wide and
unable to move—completely at the mercy of this man—as he wrung every last
shudder out of her. Only then did he withdraw his fingers, and swatted her butt
cheeks again several times in quick succession.
“Start
crawling, kona, if you want my cock. He’s mighty eager to sink into your
body, but only if you do as you’re told.”
****
Author bio
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, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for
the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine
in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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