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.
Hello everyone and thank you dear ‘Smutters‘ for hosting me today on my tour with my naughty Christmas Story, For The Love Of Mutt.
If you’ve been following me on my tour, and if you haven’t, then why ever haven’t you —*cheeky grin*— then you will know that my last excerpt showed Mutt in a bit of predicament. You can check it out here.
You see, Anja has no idea shifters exist, let alone that Mutt is one. I do like to explore that dynamic a lot in my paranormal stories. My shifters tend to live in the human society that, on the whole, has no idea shifters exist. It makes for an added bit of conflict. Can he trust her to expose himself for who he really is? How will his human react to the knowledge that there is a whole other paranormal society out there?
Well, in Anja’s case she does what any of us would do I reckon. She thinks she’s dreaming…
Anja stretched under the covers and yawned. Heat rose in her cheeks when she remembered last night’s dream. No wonder Mutt wasn’t on the bed anymore. He’d probably taken himself off in disgust at her thrashing and moaning, and really, since when did she have erotic dreams like that?
She’d drifted off into sleep last night, having poured her heart out to a patiently listening Mutt, his comforting heavy presence on her body like an extra thick blanket. Only in her dreams the dog had morphed into a drop-dead gorgeous man with shoulder-length chestnut hair that she’d clung to while he’d licked her body all over. He’d brought her to an earth-shattering orgasm using just his tongue and fingers. His goatee had tickled her sensitive skin as he rubbed it across her aching breasts and her nipples had puckered and begged for his attention. Her dream lover had ordered her to keep her eyes shut after they’d fluttered open and she’d caught a glimpse of broad shoulders and abs to die for. She’d obeyed the growled words immediately, her body responding to his domination with a surge of liquid heat between her thighs. Never had she been this turned on in real life, let alone in a dream.
Dream-lover’s earthy scent had surrounded her and pitched her need for his touch even higher. Not the expensive colognes she was used to from Declan—no, this was pure aroused male—earthy, spicy, with just a hint of sweat and that indefinable something that had made her want to retaliate and sink her teeth into his skin and taste him. Lord only knew where that thought had come from. She’d bucked and writhed underneath him when he’d flattened her nipple against the roof of his mouth. Every suck, nip, and bite seemed to have an invisible string to her clit. Her pussy had spasmed, her juices had coated her thighs, and she’d moaned and begged for him to get her off like some sort of wanton woman. By the time he’d finally worked his way down her body, she’d been so desperate for release, the scrape of his beard against her swollen folds, combined with his hot breath on her clit had sent her tumbling into a powerful orgasm. He’d licked her clean in between animalistic growls and, completely spent and sated, she’d finally drifted back into dreamless sleep.
The dream had been disturbing in its intensity and even now his leftover scent tickled her senses. It had to be a combination of her own state of arousal last night and the fact that Mutt had slept on her covers—covers that were now in tatters around her.
“Mutt? Where are you?”
No answer. Not that he could have shouted “yes” exactly, but she would have at least expected a yip in response. A quick search of her one-bedroom flat showed it to be empty. Where could he have gotten to? She’d locked the front door last night, hadn’t she? And while he might be able to turn handles, he certainly wouldn’t be able to unlock doors. She tried the handle of her front door and, sure enough, it was unlocked. A shiver of unease went down her spine. Anyone could have walked in and she always locked the door. But what other explanation was there?
Dogs didn’t turn into men. That only happened in paranormal romance novels for pity’s sake, which she’d clearly read too many of recently to have a dream like the one she’d had.
Join me tomorrow on my last stop when it dawns on her this wasn’t a dream!
A homeless shelter at Christmas may seem an odd place to find one’s soul mate, but love knows no boundaries – or does it?
Anja has grown fond of the wolf like dog hanging around the shelter. With her soon to be ex -boyfriend putting pressure on her, her canine friend proves to be more reliable than any human could ever be. If only he were more than just a dog.
Helping others is not always easy to do, unless Ethan can do so undercover. However, hiding your true self brings problems of its own. Finding a mate had not been in Ethan’s plan of action, but Anja’s easy acceptance of Mutt breaks through all of his defenses.
The problem is he is not what he seems and will his deception by proxy prove the end of them before they even have a chance at love?
I am giving away two copies of For The Love Of Mutt at the end of my blog tour. Follow me on every stop and every comment will give you another entry into the draw—easy peazy! As well as the two main prices, one random commenter on each stop of my tour will receive an e-copy from my back list. Check it out here. Winners Choice!