I’m delighted to have Doris O’Connor visiting my blog today as part of her blog tour for her latest erotic romance. Not only does she have a great insight into her hero, Lakota, there’s also a contest to win a copy of the book, just by leaving a comment :). Welcome, Doris :):
Hello everyone and a warm thank you to Liv for hosting me today, on my tour with my Erotic Romance, The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin.
I never thought I would write a Billionaire story, but for this story line to work, I needed a filthily rich hero. Of course he couldn’t just be any run of the mill Billionaire. I like my more unusual heroes and having always had a fascination with Native American history, Lakota is half Sioux. He is an intensely private man, scarred inside and out, and he has that whole bad boy rep going for him—a combination that Alice finds impossible to resist. I fell hopelessly in love with him at the same time that Alice did. As he reveals layer after layer of his tortured soul and the demons that drive him, you can’t help but fall in love with him, really.
He in turn can’t help falling for his little Alice, even though he fights it every step of the way. Being a typical male he puts his burgeoning feelings down to mere lust. However, does a man in lust put this much thought into just the right ring for a marriage of convenience? Or go through such trouble to put his future mother in law at ease?
You tell me! Let me know who your ideal hero is in the comments to be entered into the contest.
Blurb:
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?
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Excerpt:
“It’s okay. Truth be told, I am tired. You, young man,” she had pushed her index finger into his chest. “You can take me home, and we can have a good long talk. I want to know exactly what sort of a man would force my daughter into a marriage.”
The trip back to her modest house in the outskirts of London had been as infuriating as it had been enlightening. Elizabeth had read him the riot act in no uncertain terms, and he had learnt more about the woman he was going to marry in a week’s time, than any file could have ever told him. He’d also found a deep seated respect for the silver haired lady, so determined to protect her daughter. Completely unimpressed with his wealth and status, all she’d wanted to know was why he had bought her daughter and what he intended to do with her.
She’d relaxed marginally when he’d explained his brother’s involvement and her genuine sympathy for his loss had warmed another layer of his frozen heart. Not enough to tell her the whole truth, but enough to reassure her. He smiled now recalling her terse warning, when he’d walked her up to her house.
“Hurt my daughter, and you will rue the day you were ever born, Lakota.” Another female who insisted on calling him by his tribal name, and wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“That is your name, is it not? You should be proud of your heritage, not hide it behind a silly name like Lance. What would your mother have to say about that?”
She’d simply smiled at his growl in response and raised an eyebrow.
“Really, boy, that might work on other people, but not me. I will call you Lakota, and you will lump it.” She’d left him standing on her doorstep, staring at the shut door, and just as he was about to leave, she’d cracked it open again. This time when she spoke, the pain in her voice had taken another chink out of his armor.
“Thank you, Lakota, for your help with Beth. I truly do appreciate it.”
He now schooled his features into a mask of indifference and pushed open the door to Beth’s room. He found Alice sat by the side of the bed, her hands clasped around the little girl’s, a silent tear rolling her cheek. She didn’t look up when he stepped in, just sighed, and swiped that tear away.
“Is my mother okay?” she asked.
“She’s fine. I delivered her safely home.”
“And you’re still alive to tell the tale. That has to be some sort of a miracle. I hope she didn’t give you too much of a hard time.” She finally looked up and glanced his way, and she looked so incredibly sad, he stepped closer and cupped her chin in his hand.
“Beth will be okay, you know. I had a long chat with Spencer only this morning. She will be able to start on the treatment soon, and that should shrink what is left of the tumor. She’s a fighter, your niece, like someone else I know.”
The ghost of a smile crossed her tired features, and he pulled the box out his pocket. Her eyes widened when she realized what he was now holding in his upturned hand.
“Is that what I think it is?” she asked, her voice no more than a breathy whisper, which shot straight to his groin. He suppressed a groan and shifted his weight to relieve the discomfort he felt, to no avail. He got the distinct impression that he would be in a permanent state of hardness around her until he could finally bury himself balls deep inside her willing flesh. And that she would be willing, of that he had no doubt.
Her body gave her away every time he stepped into her personal space. Her pupils dilated, her breathing hitched, her nipples poked through the fabric of her tee, and he would bet his last penny that she would be wet for him.
He closed his eyes against the erotic images that evoked in his mind, and pushed the box at her. He felt rather than saw her take the item off his palm, and he opened his eyes when she gasped. Every line of his body grew taut as he waited for her to say something—anything. Did she like it? Hate it? Her expression gave nothing away, as she ran a fingertip over the diamond engagement ring nestled inside the velvet.
He’d spent hours poring over designs, and had this one made just for her. Not that he would tell her that, or how the color of the emerald reminded him of the exact shade of her eyes when she was deep in thought like now.
He held his breath as she continued to stare at the ring, inwardly cursing the tension coursing through him. It was only a ring. It shouldn’t matter to him whether she liked it or not. Theirs was not a love match after all, if that thing called love even existed. Lust, now that was a different matter, and he couldn’t wait to finally be able to claim her, but love—God no—never that.
He crunched his teeth together with the effort to not let his emotions show, when she finally looked up at him.
“Lakota, I…”
(for the official red hot excerpt click here)
Join me tomorrow when I share Alice’s take on that ring and their first kiss.
The Contest:
I am giving away two copies of The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin. Follow me on my tour and leave a comment on each stop. Every comment is an entry into the contest. I will pick winners by random selection on Monday 27th May.
In addition I am giving away a copy from my back list on each stop. Good Luck, and thanks for reading.
Here are the stops:
Monday 20th May http://badbarbsreviews.blogspot.co.uk/
Tuesday 21st May https://liv-honeywell.com/
Wednesday 22nd May http://erzabetsenchantments.blogspot.co.uk/
Thursday 23rd May http://kaceyhammellkreations.blogspot.co.uk/
Friday 24th May http://elizabethcoldwell.wordpress.com/
Author Bio:
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.
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