Friday, 24 March 2017

Flashback Friday - We're following Alexa Sinclaire Into the Woods...

Happy Friday! I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready for the weekend. I've spent a lot of this week being extra-adult both at home and at work, and I need a break. A bit of escapism is just what's needed, and Alexa Sinclaire is here to provide exactly that...



FORD

I’m not supposed to sleep with my employees. But how about fall in love with them? I’ve loved Charlie Alford since the day I met her. Now she’s leaving and I’ve only got once chance to get her to see we’re meant for each other, one chance to get past her walls and show her how great we’d be together. My method might be unconventional but it’s a shot I’m willing to take. In the end, she’ll love me. And if she doesn’t, I know she’ll definitely hate me.

CHARLIE

Ford Gross is the one man in my life that hasn’t tried to get into my panties. Of course he’s the only man I’ve truly wanted. My whole life I’ve been reminded over and over again how little I’m worth and the message has stuck. With Ford, it’s different. I’m different. But one night with Ford changes everything. He’s making me an offer I can’t refuse. But if I accept it means I’ll become everything I’ve always avoided and he’ll join the ranks of men that have used me and thrown me away.

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Excerpt

Stepping into the main living area was stepping into a movie set. The place was a mix of quaint mountain cabin meets modern minimalist man-cave. This was not the Ford I knew. But I guess I didn’t know him that well.

“I’m going to make us something to drink. Something with chocolate. That always makes women happy,” he half-mumbled to himself as he headed towards the open-plan kitchen. “Have a look around and I’ll be right with you.”

The large dark leather sectional couches faced a television that could pass as a movie screen. Ford obviously liked hanging out. As far as I knew, he wasn’t social though. I pictured him sitting alone on one of his huge, comfy looking couches, watching a movie. Alone. And it made me sad. Although who was I to judge? My one and only friend, Katy, have left for Paris and most of my weekends were now spent working on my business plan and watching The West Wing.

Moving on, I spied a pair of French doors leading off from the living room out onto an enormous deck. The sound of Ford making hot cocoa filtered my way and I thought about offering to help. After making coffee for other people all day, the last thing I wanted to do was make another hot beverage, and anyway, the deck was calling me.

Unlocking the doors, I walked out onto what was basically a deck the size of the house. It extended into the woods and he hadn’t cut the trees down near the back, making it feel enclosed, the dark woods looming up around me. It should have been creepy and daunting. But the overall impression was the opposite. Somehow it felt cozy and secluded. A couple of deck chairs were laid out near the end furthest away from the house.

Sitting down, I closed my eyes and just took a moment to myself. The Serena drama, missing Katy, not exactly loving the whole abstinence thing but knowing it was good for me, my connection with Ford I knew would only ever just be a friendship, what I was going to do with my life now. My thoughts buzzed in my head and I concentrated on pushing them out one by one and just listening to the natural noises around me. The sounds of the woods took over slowly—an owl or two, the rustle of the leaves as a soft wind fluttered through the branches.

This is what I need. Peace and quiet.

“Pretty peaceful, isn’t it?”

I yelped in surprise. So lost on my moment of calm, I hadn’t even heard Ford approaching. Balanced on one hand, Ford held a tray with our two cups of something chocolaty and in the other, his laptop. I reached up and took the tray, placing it on the small table between the chairs.

“I was just thinking that. This place is amazing. I’d live out on this deck, if I had this place.”

He smiled in appreciation. “You won’t be saying that in about twenty minutes. I ran out of candles and the mosquitos can get vicious. But we’ve got enough time before the little vampires descend and I thought you could show me your proposal.” Sitting down sideways on my chair, he propped his laptop on my knees. “I kind of assumed you had it stored in a cloud or your email, so just log in and get it.”

I bit my lip, acutely aware of Ford’s gaze. For some reason showing Ford my business plan felt more intimidating than showing the bank. He nudged my shoulder and I bent over and logged in to my email.

Once I’d opened the document, I slid it over onto his lap and waited. His eyes flitted across the page as he quickly scrolled through it. Sitting this close to him, I decided to focus on anything but the fact Ford, an heir to one of the country’s most successful businesses, was probably laughing inside at my pathetic attempt to start my own little enterprise. Instead, I decided to focus on the fact our bodies
were touching.

A lot.

Sitting side by side, we were making contact essentially from our shoulders, all the way down our torsos, thighs, and then knees. Every moment, breath, sigh, fidget he made, I felt. There was something about Ford, the way he was so contained and in control, made me think underneath all that was an animal, waiting to get out. A caveman he needed to keep leashed in order to pass as a civilized man. Sure, his job wasn’t particularly masculine—selling coffee, but Ford was all man. I sometimes caught him looking at me when we worked together, his face dark and almost angry.

The first few times I thought it was because I messed up an order or dropped a bag of freshly ground beans, but then I realized it was something else. I didn’t know what it was though. At first I hoped it was lust or even longing. But he never made a move. Not once. A long time ago, a few months into working with him, I’d tried to flirt and let him know I’d be up for something but he never made his move. I’d dropped any fantasy I had of being with a man like Ford. I still caught him looking but that
didn’t mean much. Maybe he just liked to look. Lots of guys looked but never touched.

But sitting here, so close, I let myself wonder if perhaps I’d given up a bit too quick with Ford. I mean, he didn’t need to invite me to his house, did he? He could have patted me on the back and sent me on my way with a sympathetic smile and it would have been just as I expected. I struggled to read him, really read him and it made applying my little rules of life virtually useless.


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 About Alexa Sinclaire 

Alexa Sinclaire writes erotic romance: the hotter the better. Originally from the East Coast, she now lives in England with her very own Alpha male British husband.

Thursday, 23 March 2017

Author Interview with JJ King!

Looking for that little extra something to boost you through Thursday and into the weekend? We've got you covered! JJ King is here today, answering some hard-hitting questions and sharing a look at her newest release, EPIC LOVE. Without further ado...




Hey, JJ! Welcome to the blog. Tell us a little bit about your newest release.

I’d love to, thanks! It’s called Epic Love and it’s the first of four that will make up the Masterclass series. It’s my first with Evernight Publishing’s Romance on the Go line, which is this amazing line of short stories for those of us with little time to read but with all the impact of a full length romance novel.

Epic Love is set in Newfoundland, Canada, in the oldest city in North America, St. John’s. I’m a Newfoundlander and I lived in St. John’s for around ten years so it’s part of who I am at this point. Plus, it’s this great old city with amazing homes that have secret passageways and hidden rooms, which is a big part of the mystery in this story. The main characters are Zoey Matthews, a divorced woman who is reclaiming her life and has returned to her alma mater to do a masters in English literature, and Dr. Sebastian Lane, the incredibly sexy professor her friend introduces her to. The sparks are intense and fly immediately, and the rest is up to you to discover!

I love the sound of this! I'm a big short story fan, and this one appeals as I'm an English Lit girl myself. Is there any part of this story you absolutely love, and why?

Epic love is set in St. John’s, Newfoundland, a place that I called home for almost ten years during my twenties. I made so many memories in that city, good and bad, that it’s become a huge part of what’s made me who I am. It’s also where I attended university and where I spent five years of my life, the best five years, doing an English literature degree.

In my story, Zoey Matthews is back in university, rediscovering her passions and meets a man who awakens desires inside her that she’s never felt before. Writing her character and her rediscovery of life was fun because I know the ins and outs of being an English student so well. I know the professors, the comradery and stresses, and I know the passion that lives inside the walls of the Arts building. Writing a romance just felt like a natural extension of those passions.

About halfway through this story, they end up at a downtown house. In St. John’s, the older homes are amazing and chalk full of little nooks and crannies that made writing the mystery a complete joy.

It's always fun to know an author has incorporated real life experiences into their work when they can - it just makes the story so vivid. Who are your biggest influences – they don’t have to just be literary ones!

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, hands down. I think I was at the right, young adult stage of my life, when it began and I was sucked into this amazing paranormal world where women could be sexy and strong and fight to save the world, all while caring about what they looked like. There was no “this is the only way to be a woman” attitude. It helps mold my entire character.

As for writers who’ve inspired me, I have to say it’s an equal toss between Stephen King and Nora Roberts. They both have incredible work ethic and amazing attitudes about what it means to be an Author. They aren’t elitist or snobbish and each writes what they love. I find that admirable and, besides all that, I love to read their novels. The Dark Tower series is my favorite series of all time.

I've only read the first Dark Tower book. I need to catch up before the film comes out! What else are you working on right now? What's up next from you?

I’m kind of in love with the idea of Evernight’s Romance on the Go line, which is why my next release, which is coming in a few weeks by the way, is another short story. It’s called The Scent of His Woman and it’s a cougar shifter story, the first in a three part arc called Northern Wild.

I’m a huge paranormal romance geek. I love reading it and I love writing it. My first published novel, Blood of Eden, is the first in a series called The Guardians. Books I and II are available now and book III is coming later this year. The Guardians is a wolf shifter series set in Canada and centering ona kickass alpha female character named Katherine LaFlamme.

I love writing wolf shifters, or my own version of them, so I didn’t want to do another wolf story. I went in search of an anaimal that intreagued me and I came across northern cougars. They’re so different than wolves, more solitary than pack creatures, and they’re just so beautiful. The secent of his woman is about a young woman named Kennedy who feels disconnected and lost. Adopted as a child, she doesn’t know who she really is, but that all changes when she meets Trace Grady, a cougar shifter, who triggers her first change. It’s sexy and passionate, and it’ll be a fun ride.

I’m working on the second book for the Masterclass series now, it’s called Theoretical Love. I’ll be working on both series for the next few months, getting them out to readers as quickly as I can because I know they’re going to want to keep going with these stories.

Okay, we have a lot in common writing-wise. I love writing wolf shifters, and I have a cougar shifter series under my pen name. I'll definitely be checking out your paranormal stuff! Are there any genres you haven't tried yet that you really want to?

I write paranormal and contemporary romances so far, but I’ve always really enjoyed epic literature and mythology. I think my next big project will be to encorporate mythology with epic qualities into a romance series that will be anything but predictable.

Thanks for having me. It’s been a blast! Epic Love – Masterclass book I is live today on the Evernight Publishing website and on Amazon. And, for this week only, to celebrate the release of Epic Love, my contemporary romance, Finding the right words, is on sale at Evernight and Amazon for .99¢! If you want a full length novel that oozes sexy, Finding the right words is for you!

Evernight – http://www.evernightpublishing.com/epic-love-by-jj-king/

Website: www.jjking.ca
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Thanks, JJ! Some really interested and fun answers :) 

Now read on to get a proper (x-rated) look at EPIC LOVE!


Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Wednesday Snippet - You had to be wild...



So it has been a particularly good few days for writing! I think yesterday was the first day in about a week I haven't written at least 1k a day, and I've even squeezed out a few 2k sessions. Given that a couple of weeks ago I could barely raise my arms above my head for pain, I feel pretty good about that.

Thus, I think it's a good time, for no reason, to visit with Tristesse. Enjoy!

Snip!


Friday, 17 March 2017

Flashback Friday - Hot urban fantasy at a cool price!

Today's Flashback Friday comes with a bonus! From today until March 19th, you can get October Weeks' THE DAMNED, book one in the Tuck Houston series, for just 99 cents. That's ridiculous! So come and meet Tuck...



Title: The Damned
Series: the Tuck Houston series
Book One


Eight years ago, slayer Tuck Houston lost two of her closest friends to a Damned vampire named Josef Dragos—a beast who traded the sun for darkness and blood. She’s been hunting him since the day she walked into the carnage he created. But Josef has hidden himself well in the underground, from both slayers and other vampires.

Then, slayers around the globe start disappearing in a familiar pattern—Josef’s pattern—she’s put on the hunt. And despite the painful memories and very real threat to her future that come with tracking him down, Tuck is certain of one thing: she is going to make Josef Dragos wish he’d never been born.
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After making her call, Tuck relaxed back into the seat. “The fight isn’t far off. Another day or two.” She could feel his eyes on her as she looked out of her window. She turned her head to look at him, his gaze still moving from the road to her. “What?”
“You left something out when you were telling us of Bastien’s visit.”
Her back stiffened. “No, I didn’t. I told you everything he told me.”
His brown eyes glittered for a moment as he held her gaze, just long enough for her to realize that he wasn’t going to drop the subject.
She’d known this was coming, that the four of them weren’t going to let the conversation go. Taking a deep breath, she let it go slowly, then replied, “You don’t need to know more, Tristan. I’ve told you what you need to know for this hunt.”
His grip tightened on the wheel, and his jaw tightened as well.  “Tristan, please don’t push this.”
His grip loosened, and his right hand reached out and rested on her cheek. The warmth she felt through that touch spread over her skin. “Don’t keep secrets from me, belle chasseuse. I won’t say a word to the others, but don’t keep me in the dark.”
Beautiful hunter… He’d only called her that a handful of times, but the emotion behind that title now was more potent—she could feel the affection behind the words, and that nearly brought tears to her eyes.
She held those back as she replied, “I knew something was off when I wanted Sasha to send two vampyrs to watch over the city, though I kept that from Fiona when I asked her to contact him.”  Tristan’s hand left her cheek, moving it to her knee. “Shortly after she left, after I let myself process who I’d just killed, tiredness rushed through me. Tiredness that wasn’t mine. Didn’t take long to figure out a strigoi was causing it, though not Thorne.” “Bastien?” he asked softly.
“No. Once I was asleep, I opened my eyes in a dream and with me was—” she laid her hand on top of his “—Velnic Nikolai.”
Tristan stiffened—the hand on her thigh tightened slightly. When she took in his face, she saw the tension and fight to not only keep calm, but to focus on the road. The car sped up for a few seconds, getting close to the one in front of them, then it slowed back down.
“He’s not in the city, but he’s close by.” She told him about the dream and why Velnic was close to the city. 
Tristan rolled his neck after she was done, cracking it. That motion drained the anger out of him, but the tight grip on her thigh told her the protective streak in him was alive and well. 
“Tristan?”
“He’s here to deal with Thorne?” he asked, tone neutral. “Yes.”
He met her gaze briefly. “Is Thorne more of a threat than you’re letting on?”
Tuck sighed. “No, I didn’t hold back on that. I’m concerned of what his plan is after Josef and his son are dead, almost as concerned as I am with Penelope’s plan, but there’s nothing I can do about it—as of right now, he hasn’t betrayed me, nor has he even thought about betraying me.”
“They don’t know of his plan?”
“No, and I believe Bastien. They don’t call in Velnic without good reason—Thorne has definitely done something.”
His jaw tightened again, and his forehead creased, which told her he was fighting his anger again. She hated that she couldn’t assure him that she’d be okay, that Thorne wouldn’t harm her, but she couldn’t.
“You can’t help me with him, Tristan,” she said softly, moving in her seat so her body was more turned to him. “You can’t fight him, and you can’t keep his betrayal from harming me.”
“I know,” he said through clenched teeth. After a moment, he loosened his jaw and relaxed into the seat again. “I’ll do what I can on this hunt, what you ask of me, even if it kills me.”
Sadness swept through her at those words. Tristan would live through the fight, of that she had no doubt, but the aftermath is what he was talking about.
Her death would take a part of him.
“That would kill me, too,” she replied as she leaned back into her seat. “Whatever happens, get Ciprian out of the tunnels and someplace safe.”
“I can promise you that.”
“Tristan?”
He squeezed her hand. “What?”
“I have no intention on dying, but if something happens to me, I want you to promise you’ll take care of Penelope.” Anger coiled within her at the request, though she didn’t show it when she met his gaze briefly. “She’ll be near impossible to track, but she can’t be left to her own devices once Josef is dead. He’s her only leash.”
“We’ll see to her death—I swear it.”
As they neared the drop-off point, Tuck got her mind back on what needed to be done. This hunt wasn’t done—she had work to do—but her anger at the situation was hard to swallow. “I am going to rip that bastard apart,” she said, the slayer in her rising. “He’s going to wish he’d never crawled out his dead mother’s womb.” And his son wasn’t going to fair much better.
She could taste their deaths already.
 
 

Thursday, 16 March 2017

Retro Reading - Help Wanted

If you asked me to name my major literary influences, off the top of my head I'd say Tamora Pierce and HP Lovecraft. With some more thought I'd talk about CS Lewis, Laurell K Hamilton, MR James, and Patricia Leitch. I would almost certainly have never mentioned Richie Tankersley Cusick.



Yes, it's more Point Horror! After enjoying the nostalgic kick of The Silent Scream last week, I decided to indulge my inner teen a bit more with Help Wanted. This is another of my favourites, and I always remembered it fondly when I thought back, but it wasn't until I re-read it yesterday that I realised Cusick may be the greatest literary influence I never knew I had.

To briefly recap the plot, Robin Bailey is a smart and conscientious student looking to make some fast cash for a Thanksgiving vacation with her friends. She answers a "help wanted" ad and finds herself cataloging books in a creepy old house for a creepy rich family with plenty of creepy secrets. Shenanigans ensue! I am simplifying it somewhat, of course. There are moments of genuine unease and disquiet throughout Help Wanted (like how did I not realise the school janitor was an actual sexual predator the first time round???). There are also some unintentionally uneasy moments, like sort-of love interest Parker Swanson casually dismissing his step-sister's suicidal tendencies as like "eh, she's weird, whatever."

But it holds up for me. I adored Robin as a teenager and I adore her more as an adult. I mean:



She's clever and caring. She defends her best friend, Faye, against boys who label her as "that airhead." She looks after Parker's step-sister, Claudia when everyone else dismisses her and slags her off. She works hard and is unassuming and earnest and I want to be friends with Robin, basically.

Another thing I always liked about this book was the romance - or lack of it. It's too easy to cram a pointless love angle into any book, and I do remember Point Horrors being replete with awkwardly timed teenaged fumbles. Like, look, you're running from a madman/vampire/crazy roommate. You have no time for flirting! Help Wanted skips this. Parker and another guy, Walt, are both obviously interested in Robin, but she has no time for their shit. The book ends with both guys gentlemanly escorting Robin home from a traumatic night of nearly being murdered, and lightly teasing each other about being competition for her, but Robin just sort of rolls her eyes and ignores them. I have to admit, I always kind of assumed that she ended up dating both and they formed a happy open relationship, as this seemed the most logical conclusion to me. On re-reading, I agree with my younger self.

So what are the things that made me realise how much Cusick influenced me? The setting - there's a gothic vibe to this story, with mediums, ghosts, and huge spooky houses playing central roles. If you've read any of my work from UNDERTOW to NIGHT AND CHAOS or my Brides of Darkness books, you'll know I dig that classic gothic vibe. Small towns with dark secrets, the undead, creepy locations, yes. Give me that. I doubt that all came from Cusick, but re-reading Help Wanted made me realise she definitely contributed. There's also the element of doubt in here - is it really something supernatural or is there a rational (but horrible) explanation. That appears in PHANTOM FEARS, for a quick example.

This is also the first book I remember reading where mental illness was a plot point, and an important one at that. I think I'd probably always gravitate towards characters who suffer or have suffered mental illness, because I have myself and it fascinates me, but Help Wanted was probably the earliest book I read where it was addressed and discussed openly. Does it handle it well? No. Claudia's paranoia and suicidal tendencies are dismissed as attention-seeking at best, and (spoiler!) she turns out to be the villain, so there's that nasty undercurrent of "crazy people are bad!" in there. Even so, it was...illuminating for me, a depressed and anxious teen, to read about a paranoid and anxious character in any context.

Thinking about Help Wanted lead me onto another Cusick book, Teacher's Pet. I haven't re-read this one yet, but it's another story that features a dark and gothic-esque plot with the whole "creepy setting, dark family secrets, mental illness" thing going on. If I remember correctly, I was outraged by the ending, in which the character I fell in love with turned out to be the villain (and mentally ill. I really need to write something about the presentation of mentally ill characters in Point Horror books, I guess). And the character I thought was a milquetoast wet blanket got the girl, even though he was considerably less attractive and interesting. Bah.

From Teacher's Pet, I think I drew a love of unconventional characters and love stories, in a strange way. I like darker, prickly heroines and romances. Is that all down to Cusick? Probably not, but throughout Help Wanted, I kept thinking "I love that trope! I write that trope!" and it was pretty cool to think about how I've used those tropes in my own work.

Next on the retro reading list? Probably Caroline B Cooney's Freeze Tag. We shall see!



Wednesday, 15 March 2017

Wednesday Snippets



It's been a while! I've been pretty stop-start on Imperial Demons over the last week or so due to illness and pain, but I'm hoping to get back on track now. As proof of my re-dedication, behold a snippet!

Snip!

Monday, 13 March 2017

Author Interview - Doris O'Connor

I'm always happy to have Doris here on the blog! And today we're not just getting a look at the latest in her Projects series, CLAIMING HIS HUMAN, but having a chat with Doris too! So without further ado, let's get stuck in...





Welcome to the blog, Doris! Tell us a little bit about your newest release.

Claiming his Human is book six in The Projects series. I actually got the idea for the story from the latest Evernight Anthology call, but it very quickly became apparent, that I had a much longer story on my hands than was allowed word count wise for the antho. So that idea went out of the window and I let the story develop as it needed to. It ended up over 50 K in the end and was such fun to write. Bear shifters are my absolute fav heroes to write about. Might have something to do with the fact that hubby is known as Papa Bear in my house. ;-)

Here is the blurb:

Shifters defend their mates to the death...

Bear shifter Darius Longton never expected to find his mate in his favorite coffee shop, but one sniff of her scent in the air is all it takes for his bear to know the truth. This delicious, sinfully curvy redhead is his.

Too bad she’s human and far too fragile for his volatile bear.

Holly Trent cannot understand the instant attraction she feels for this man. One look from his heavy-lidded eyes is all it takes to set her knickers aflame with lust. However, she will not be another notch on his bedpost, no matter how much his voice alone makes her want to sink to her knees.

But when a customer gets heavy with her, everything changes. Darius’s defense of her places them both in terrible danger. Thrown headfirst into shifter council politics, it falls to Holly to save her mate.

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, spanking


That is less a warning than an invitation! Was there any part of this story you found particularly tough to write? If so, why?

Well, not tough per se, but my editor is half convinced that I only write shifters so that she cannot pull me up on the amount of growling my heroes do.

I do like a man who growls...

*whistles innocently*

It would appear however, there was too much growling even for a shifter story, so I had to prune quite a few in edits.

It's ellipses for me! I'm forever being told I need to cut back, but I just...can't...help myself. Is there any part of this story you absolutely love, and why?

Oh, so many of them. Darius is just yummy and Holly was a fantastic heroine to write about. She has so much spunk, and she’s not afraid to put these big bad Alpha shifters in their places. I giggled a lot when I was writing, as she has some of the best lines. This was one of them.

“You two furry Neanderthals can stop sniggering, too. This isn’t remotely funny. It’s—”

The combined enraged growls of their respective bears filled the van. Darius had to marvel at Holly’s response. Where was the frightened stiff young woman of yesterday? Nowhere to be seen, that’s for sure because this new, much more assertive version rolled her eyes and mimicked a yawn.

“Save your posturing for whatever hapless female you’re trying to impress. It won’t work on me. Besides, I know damn well you can’t touch me, so give over and shut up.”


A no-nonsense heroine is always a bonus for me. So we know you love bears, but do you have a favourite genre to write in?

Hmm, that depends on my muse. She is currently on a shifter fix, and I do love writing shifters. However, I also really enjoy contemporary. My muse is like a demented gnat at times, and I’m a complete slave to her, so I write whatever takes her fancy.


Are there any genres you haven't tried yet that you really want to?

I would love to try my hand at a YA story, but I can’t see it happening anytime soon. My characters can never keep their hands off each other!

Who are your biggest influences – they don't have to just be literary ones!

My gran. She was a truly amazing woman, and if I’m half the woman she was then I’m doing okay. I still feel her influence every day, and I just know she would be so proud of my writing.

Now, the important question. Tea or coffee?

Coffee in the morning and during the day. Copious amount of tea in the evening.


Apart from writing, what are your great passions in life?

My family and my furbabies. I couldn’t imagine life without any of them.


Nope! Everybody needs a furbaby :) What else are you working on right now? What's up next from you?

Well, I did mention my demented muse, right? She has me writing three different stories at the same time right now. Alien Warriors, a Vampire, and a Dragon shifter. 

*head desk*

Plenty of other stories in the works. I have the start of the next book in The Projects, more books in The Cleaners, and my Spectrum Auctions series and whatever standalone my muse will conjure up.

I'm guessing with so many projects on the go, it won't be long before Doris's next release, but in the meantime, CLAIMING HIS HUMAN is available now from: Evernight  Amazon  Amazon UK Bookstrand

And read on for a very NSFW excerpt!