Guest Blogger Doris O’Connor

Today we have the lovely Doris O’Connor here with us to talk about her latest paranormal romance,Riding Her Tiger.She’s giving away a copy to a lucky commenter, so be sure to check it out!

The unexpected ménage 

Sometimes being a Panster brings the most unexpected results. The ménage in Riding her Tiger is one of those results. You see, originally this story was called ‘Her virtual seduction’ and was supposed to be a short contemporary piece for my publishers Cyber Anthology. Then I started writing and my pesky hero announced that actually he was a tiger shifter, thank you. Okay, so we are doing a paranormal. Cool, I write both, so no problems there. And then what happens…

My heroine goes to the bar, gets talking, orders a drink and…

There was something familiar about the set of Ink’s broad shoulders and the way he held himself, but Estelle couldn’t place it. She perched her backside on one of the high barstools, cursing inwardly at the indecently short hem of her dress that made not flashing her bits to the club a bit of a military operation. Though why that bothered her when half of the women and the men, too, seemed to be in various states of nakedness was beyond her.

She suppressed a giggle thinking what the good nuns of her school years would make of this place.

“What can I get you, doll? New here, aren’t you?”

Estelle forced her eyes away from admiring Ink’s tight butt cheeks and smiled at the brunette behind the bar. Curves in all the right places, she was nonetheless much plumper than was deemed desirable these days. The tight corset cinched in her ample waist until her impressive bosom all but spilled over the top of the cups. Face surprisingly free of make-up, she was a natural beauty, and her open smile caused Estelle’s tight insides to unfurl slowly. She hadn’t realized how tightly coiled she’d been until now.

“Is it that obvious?”

The brunette laughed and winked at her.

“Well, let’s just say I’ve seen men on death row more relaxed then you, doll. I’m Cherie, by the way. Which of one these overgrown fleabags dragged you here tonight?”

Again Estelle’s eyes strayed to the stage, and Cherie whistled under her breath.

“The man himself, hey? Well, good luck with taming him.”

“What do you mean?” Estelle asked, her insides once again churning at the shadow that crossed Cherie’s features briefly as she, too, looked towards the stage.

“Nothing, doll, don’t you worry. He knows what he’s doing. Ignore me.” Cherie fixed a smile on her face and busied herself with wiping the immaculate bar top. When she did eventually look up, some undefined emotion in her deep brown eyes stopped Estelle from asking any other questions.

“So, what will it be, doll?”

“A black Russian, please, and my name is Estelle.” Cherie smirked, looking behind her and made herself busy fixing the drink.

“Someone called for me?”

The deep accented voice rumbled through Estelle, and two heavily muscled arms came round her and caged her in against the bar. Eyes the color of coal connected with hers in the mirrors behind the bar, the man’s white hair a direct contrast to the ebony hues of his skin. He, too, seemed a walking furnace. He rested his chin on her shoulder and inhaled deeply.

“Hmm, so sweet and fresh and unclaimed.” Cherie rolled her eyes at Estelle and passed her the drink she ordered.

“She asked for a drink, not you. The lady is spoken for, so back off, Grisha.” She smiled at Estelle and glared at Grisha.

He chuckled again, dropped a kiss against the rapidly beating pulse in Estelle’s neck and pulled back just enough to enable Estelle to swing round on her chair.


See, now where did he come from? Not only that, but at some points I thought this Siberian tiger was going to take over completely.

 *rolls eyes at her herself*

In the end he just takes part in the ménage and was quite happy to be relegated to book three in the series. Oh yes, that’s the other thing that happened to my short story. It’s now a paranormal BDSM series. Just the way my strange muse works and who am I to argue?

Can one night change your life forever?  

Estelle has been lusting after her kinky boss Nathan for ages, but how you do you snare a much older Dom? You enlist the help of the internet.

 Matched to exploration facilitator Ink, Estelle explores her submissive fantasies to the full. When online sex turns to a real life ménage will a case of mistaken identity ruin her chances with Nathan?

Or will the shifter claim his mate?

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Thanks for letting me stop by today, and if you want to read more then leave a comment. I will be giving away one copy of Riding Her Tiger.

About danicaavet

Danica Avet lives and writes in the wilds of South Louisiana. Unmarried with no children, she's the proud pet of two cats and a dog. With a BA in History, she decided there were enough fry cooks in the world and tried her hand at writing. Danica loves losing herself in the antics of her characters and blushes more often than not at the things they do. She likes to define her work as paranormal romance with a touch of Cajun spice, but most times her characters turn the notch up to "five-alarm fire"!

Posted on May 7, 2012, in Guest Blogger and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. This sounds really good!

  2. reginamayross

    Thanks for sharing,Sounds like a great read 🙂

  3. Thanks bunches for having me here today 🙂

  4. This book sounds amazing. Can’t wait to read it. Great excerpt. Thanks for the giveaway.

  5. The winner of Riding Her TIger is Diane! Thanks for commenting everyone! And if you’d like a chance to win Doris’s latest release, Too Cold To Love, head on over to today!

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