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Christmas with his Best Friend by Doris O’Connor (@mamad8)

Thank you so much for having me on your blog today with my new release. Christmas with his Best Friend.

This was one of those stories that practically wrote itself, once I started writing. I love the friends to lovers trope, myself, and I knew I would have to expand on the flash I wrote on my blog. This one to be precise.

Just imagine walking in on your best friend pleasuring himself to a picture of you? What would you do?

Emma has a whole set of conflicting emotions to deal with when this happens to her. Not least because she has been secretively fantasising about her best friend too.

Dare they take that leap into the unknown?

You’ll have to read the book to find out.

*smiles*

*****

Christmas With His Best FriendThey’ve been friends for twenty years until … this Christmas.

How do you tell a sweet, naïve, and clearly vanilla girl that you like to tie women up and torture them for mutual enjoyment in your spare time? Josh Mackenzie has no idea, but when his best friend Emma walks in on him pleasuring himself, everything changes.

For Emma, coming face to face with her secret longings is mind-blowing. It’s one thing to fantasize about your best friend, but dare she take that leap into the unknown? Will it not ruin their friendship, and is—what would undoubtedly be awesome—sex worth risking that?

While Josh shares her fears, she is all he’s ever wanted in a woman, and he’s determined to show her that they can have it all. This woman is his to mark, cherish, and love forever, and he’ll prove it to her, one spank at a time.

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking

Christmas with his Best Friend released December 7th and is available from 

Evernight Publishing Amazon  Amazon UK  ARe   Bookstrand

*****

Ready for a hawt excerpt?

Now that the moment was here Josh was lost for words. With his sweet little Em in his arms, her hazel eyes looking up him with so much trust … fuck it. What was he doing here? Instead of answering her, he pulled away, slid his hands in her hair and tucked at the pins holding it up. The dark blonde mass of silky curls fell in soft waves around her face, and he twirled one strand around his index finger.

“Josh? What are we doing here?” Her whispered question shot straight to his cock, and not trusting his voice to fucking work, he decided to show her instead. A soft gasp escaped her when he picked her up, set her on the kitchen counter, and pulling her legs apart stepped right between them. The action made her pencil skirt ride up, exposing the top of her stockings, and Josh groaned under his breath. He let his digits linger, half expecting her to slap them away, but when she opened her legs wider, he tore his gaze away from her pale flesh to check out her expression. Head down, she seemed mesmerized by the sight of his tanned hands against her skin, and the sweet scent of aroused woman filled his nostrils when he ran his hands slowly up her inner thighs. He could almost feel the heat of her cunt before her whisper stopped him.

“Josh?”

Leaving one of his hands where it was, he tipped her chin up with his index finger, satisfied beyond relief to see the same need he felt reflected back at him in her eyes. The hazel orbs had darkened to almost black, and when she licked her lips in a nervous gesture, his gaze followed the movements of her little pink tongue. Visions of her on her knees, with that sweet mouth wrapped around his dick, as he shot his jizz down her slender throat, made his cock jerk against the zipper of his jeans. He growled low in his throat at the thought of marking her thus, and her expressive eyes widened. Her breathing sped up even more, making her tits strain against the sensible blouse she wore for work. With the two top buttons undone, the third was threatening to give way under the rapid movement, giving him tantalizing glimpses of the soft swell of her breasts. Josh couldn’t help it. His self-control and good intentions went out of the window at her untutored responses to him, and he trailed his finger lower down the soft skin of her neck, over her collarbone and lower still, until he reached that tiny ivory button.

“I want you, little one.”

His voice dropped to the one he used in a scene without any conscious effort on his part, and when he flicked that button open, Emma’s sweet moan of surrender was music to his ears. Watching her closely for her reaction, he flicked the next button and so forth, until the sides of her blouse fell open, exposing her amazing rack. The lacy, mauve bra left little to the imagination. Josh continued his one fingered exploration, and they both groaned when he circled her nipples. Clearly visible through the lace, the little pink nubs hardened under his gentle ministrations, and Em’s breathing kicked up another notch.

“Please, I…”

Josh trailed his finger lower, over the soft swell of her abdomen, which caused her to suck in her belly, and he smiled at her action.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your curves, little one?”

Her surprised jerk and strangled half laugh told him he hadn’t, and Josh inwardly kicked himself.

“Since when? You have seen your girlfriends, right?”

There was a wealth of bitterness in those few words compounded by her hasty grab for her blouse. She pulled the ends closed and wrapped her arms around herself in a defensive move that tore at his heartstrings. The Dom in him wanted to order her to strip, to take her over his knee and paddle that luscious ass of hers for disrespecting her body shape like that, and making assumptions about him to boot, but he hadn’t earned that right yet.

So, instead of acting on that impulse, which pushed adrenaline through his veins, he did the next best thing. Stepped away, crossed his own arms over his chest and gave her his best don’t-talk-such-crap-subbie stare.

It didn’t take long before she caved in. Uncertainty crossed her features, followed by confusion, and when she dropped her gaze to his chest, he finally spoke.

“Let’s get one thing straight here, my sweet little Em, I do, indeed love your curves. In fact seeing you waltz out of here in those damn tight pencil skirts you wear for work has me so fucking hard I have to jerk off the minute you leave.”

Clearly startled by that revelation, Emma jerked her head up, opened her mouth to say something, but one look at his expression seemed to change her mind. The Dom in him almost roared when she dropped her gaze—to his chin this time—and kept it there. His girl was a natural, responding to him without even realizing what she was doing, and wasn’t that the biggest turn-on yet.

“Next, I don’t do girlfriends.” That brought her head up again, albeit briefly, and he smiled at her sharp intake of breath, and the confusion written all over her face. “I haven’t done for a long time, ever since I realized I was in love with my best friend.”

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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, Time Travel, 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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My Sexy Saturday #125 – Clenching my fists, I pushed thoughts of Elle from my mind. #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday! This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress. Here’s another snippet from mine and Lily Harlem’s BDSM erotic sports romance novel, Grand Slam. It’s got a brand new cover, but please note, if you read it when it was available before, then the content hasn’t changed.

Grand SlamWhen I’d corrected her, she’d fallen silent for a second, then stuttered, telling me her name and job title and something about a wrong turning and jet lag. Then she’d shot out of the changing room faster than any first serve I could ever belt out, with her cute little bum wiggling in her tighter-than-tight jeans.

I hadn’t done or said anything as she’d spoken, just stood there, let the water beat down on me and watched her wringing her hands together and trying not to look at my cock. I did wonder though how long she’d been watching me. Not that it was the first time a woman had seen me showering, and hopefully not the last, I just preferred it if we were both naked. Made it so much more fun, or at least it did when it was Elle with me.
Clenching my fists, I pushed thoughts of Elle from my mind.

Grab your copy of Grand Slam here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/grand-slam/

Add to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18212109-grand-slam

Please use the list below to head on over to the other blogs participating in My Sexy Saturday, and don’t forget to leave us all comments, we love ’em!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Mid Week Tease: Maybe she’d just be a form filler… #MWTease

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week I’m sharing another snippet from the recently re-released Grand Slam, a BDSM erotic sports romance novel I co-authored with Lily Harlem. It’s got a brand new cover – but be aware, if you read this when it was available before, the content hasn’t changed. I hope you enjoy the tease!

Grand SlamPerhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe she’d just be a form filler, a pencil pusher who would skim over the details and then send me on my way. That was often how it was with these office folk.

Who was I kidding? As if the academy would employ someone like that. No, she’d soon be asking a load of questions to find out all about me. And one of the things I disliked most in the world was talking about myself, my feelings. So it was understandable why I was so reticent heading to my appointment with Miss Nosey Pants.

A glance at my watch told me I couldn’t mess around any longer. I may not have been remotely interested in attending the meeting, but I also hated being late. Things like getting stuck in traffic and delayed flights drove me crazy, especially since there was nothing I could do about it. I’ve often been called a control freak and don’t deny it. In fact, I don’t see a problem with it, whatever I’m doing.

There was also no doubt in my mind that Miss Nosey Pants would call me something similar by the time our hour was up. I didn’t often wish away my life, but I really wanted it to hurry up and be one o’clock so I could leave that damn office and go back to what I did best—being an athlete.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door, just to the right of her name plaque.

Grab your copy of Grand Slam here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/grand-slam/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18212109-grand-slam

Don’t forget to check out all the other blogs taking part!

My Sexy Saturday #124 – I gave a little snort… #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday! This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress. Here’s another snippet from mine and Lily Harlem’s BDSM erotic sports romance novel, Grand Slam. It’s got a brand new cover, but please note, if you read it when it was available before, then the content hasn’t changed.

Grand SlamExiting the elevator, my trainers—or sneakers, as my new colleagues called them—sunk into the thick carpets and I almost felt as if I were bouncing down the corridor toward the relevant room. The academy had obviously been well prepared for her arrival because there was already a name plaque on the slightly ajar door—Marie Sherratt, Ph.D.

So now I knew her full name, as well as her job title and that she was from England, like me. That was the sum total of my knowledge. Oh, and that she liked to wander into male changing rooms and gawp at players while they were showering.

I gave a little snort as I remembered that moment. I’d hidden my surprise and watched as she’d asked what the hell I was doing in the female changing rooms.

Grab your copy of Grand Slam here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/grand-slam/

Add to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18212109-grand-slam

Please use the list below to head on over to the other blogs participating in My Sexy Saturday, and don’t forget to leave us all comments, we love ’em!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Mid Week Tease: …her cute little bum wiggling… #MWTease

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week I’m sharing another snippet from the recently re-released Grand Slam, a BDSM erotic sports romance novel I co-authored with Lily Harlem. It’s got a brand new cover – but be aware, if you read this when it was available before, the content hasn’t changed. I hope you enjoy the tease!

Grand SlamI gave a little snort as I remembered that moment. I’d hidden my surprise and watched as she’d asked what the hell I was doing in the female changing rooms. When I’d corrected her, she’d fallen silent for a second, then stuttered, telling me her name and job title and something about a wrong turning and jet lag. Then she’d shot out of the changing room faster than any first serve I could ever belt out, with her cute little bum wiggling in her tighter-than-tight jeans.

I hadn’t done or said anything as she’d spoken, just stood there, let the water beat down on me and watched her wringing her hands together and trying not to look at my cock. I did wonder though how long she’d been watching me. Not that it was the first time a woman had seen me showering, and hopefully not the last, I just preferred it if we were both naked. Made it so much more fun, or at least it did when it was Elle with me.

Clenching my fists, I pushed thoughts of Elle from my mind. She was on the other side of the Atlantic, belonged to someone else, and thinking of her in the shower was not only delusional, it was self-destructive. And right now, I had other things to concentrate on. Starting with this Peeping Tom woman.

Grab your copy of Grand Slam here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/grand-slam/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18212109-grand-slam

Don’t forget to check out all the other blogs taking part!

My Sexy Saturday #123 – I was really getting back into the swing of things now. #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday! This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress. I’m moving onto something new now. Well… sort of. Myself and Lily Harlem recently re-released our BDSM erotic sports romance novel, Grand Slam. It’s got a brand new cover, but please note, if you read it when it was available before, then the content hasn’t changed.

Grand SlamI admit I was dragging my feet as I headed to the top floor of the academy for my first official meeting with the new sports psychologist. All that psychology crap was just that… Crap. Yes, I’d been in a car accident and had broken two ribs, but it was no big deal. I was really getting back into the swing of things now. Training with Peter, my coach, and working my way to peak fitness once more. I didn’t see what fractured bones had to do with my thoughts and feelings and all that, but unfortunately it was in my contract that I had to go and see this woman and let her work her mumbo jumbo on me. Ugh.

Grab your copy of Grand Slam here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/grand-slam/

Add to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18212109-grand-slam

Please use the list below to head on over to the other blogs participating in My Sexy Saturday, and don’t forget to leave us all comments, we love ’em!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x