She's here on my blog today. So I won't keep you waiting much longer.
Over to you, Doris.
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Thanks so much for having me
on your blog today, Kiru.
I want you all to take a
moment and imagine your ideal man. Height, build, hair colour, mannerisms, size
of his… err… hands.
*grins*
Got that in your head, have
you?
Good, now imagine he knows
your every deepest desire and has the ability to fulfil it. He's the man that
will not leave the toilet seat up, or his dirty socks on your floor. He will
watch your chick flicks with you, or rant at the footie, if that's your thing,
and supply you with endless chocolate and affection or equally hot sex when you
need it.
He can read you and knows
just what you need at any given time. He will even argue with you if you're
feeling the need to lock horns with him, and of course the make-up sex will be
fantastic.
Most of all he only has eyes
for you.
Still with me? Are you
drooling yet?
Now, imagine trying to
resist such a man?
Kinda hard to do, huh? That
is exactly the scenario my heroine Beth finds herself in, in my latest release
Man-Droid the Orgasmatron. If he was just
a machine, then she would be able to resist him. That's only sex, after all,
and in her words, "I have well used vibrators for that!"
However, you see, Elliot has
this teeny, tiny, little thing, called an experimental emotion chip, and those
emotions make him utterly irresistible.
They mean he acts out of
character, and with his programmed domineering Alpha side he also shows
tenderness, love, and concern. He also has to deal with a seeming inability to
control his fully adjustable male appendage around Beth. Something that causes
him great embarrassment, yet reassures Beth greatly.
Falling in love had never
been her plan, and when the government finds out about this feeling sentient
Man-Droid, well…. You will have to read the book to find out what happens.
Blurb:
[Siren Classic: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Romance, light bondage, spanking, HEA]The plan had been simple. Sign up for the sex android trial, so that she had a doting boyfriend to present at the dreaded school reunion.
It was just her luck that Bethany Devlin had to get the one man-droid with an emotion chip. Unable to resist Elliot's charms, she finds in him the only partner she can truly submit to. If only he was real and not just an illusion.
Elliot Parsons has a hard time coming to terms with the fact that he has emotions. Orgasmatrons are programmed to fulfill their partner's every sexual fantasy, but Beth proves to be so much more than just another program to run through. He needs her submission like the very air he pretends to breathe, and he will do anything to keep her safe.
Deciding what is love and what is lust proves nigh on impossible when the government interferes. Time is running out…
Excerpt:
Elliot seemed in a deep sleep, and she took the
moment to truly study him. He truly was male perfection, every taut muscle
relaxed in his sleep. If only he wasn’t a machine. Beth shook herself. Where
had that thought come from? She wasn’t looking for a relationship, was she? Men
took over and left their dirty clothes on the floor, not that Elliot had done
so. She smiled at the sight of his neatly folded trousers on the chair by her
makeup desk. His shoes stood underneath the chair, his now-dry shirt draped
over the top. No, her Man-Droid would not make a nuisance of himself. He was
programmed to please, and boy, did he do that. She just had to remember that
this wasn’t real, and it couldn’t last. He might have an emotion chip, but that
did not make him human. Reading more into this arrangement than it was would be
a one-way ticket to heartbreak city.
Elliot was so utterly still, unease traced a line of
gooseflesh up her spine. Was he even breathing? She leant close to hold her
hand just over his mouth and nose, waiting for the breath that never came. Of
course it didn’t. He was probably recharging or some such, and he didn’t feel
the need to keep up the pretense of breathing.
Even with that further confirmation of his not-human
state, her hormones weren’t listening. She traced his perfect jawline with her
index finger, over the prominent Adam’s apple, and then followed the fine
swirls of his chest hair. His skin was reassuringly warm under her fingertips,
his heartbeat a steady thrum when she bent her head to listen to his chest.
From this angle she had a perfect view of his fully erect cock. Thick and long,
it reached almost up to his navel, and her throat went dry. She hadn’t managed
to get a good look at this part of his anatomy last night, and just like the
rest of him it was perfection. She smirked, recalling his statement that he had
no control over his dick around her. Beth hadn’t entirely believed that claim,
but with the rock-hard evidence in front of her eyes, maybe he had been telling
the truth, and besides, he wasn’t supposed to be able to tell untruths. Then
again he wasn’t supposed to have emotions, either, so who knew what to believe
anymore.
All she did know was that her fingers itched to
touch the thick head. Velvet-covered steel met her tentative exploration, and
she glanced up to see his reaction. He still seemed fast asleep, so she took
his shaft in hand. His heat branded her, and she swallowed hard at the weight
and thickness of him. A drop of pre-cum gathered on the tip of his cock, and
she closed her eyes and licked the liquid off his slit. Her taste buds exploded
with the rich flavor of chocolate and coffee, mixed in with a hint of
strawberry, and she released him with a frown.
She sensed rather than saw Elliot stir, and his cock
grew bigger and thicker under her fingers. The delicious scent of all her
favorite flavors intensified until she couldn’t resist temptation any longer,
and took him deep into her mouth. His growl in response trembled through every
fiber of her being and settled low in her abdomen. Her pussy clenched and she
steadied herself on his thighs, when Elliot lifted her effortlessly until she
straddled his chest. He blew against her wet slit, and Beth moaned around his
aroused flesh in her mouth, causing his hands to tighten on her thighs.
Tiny spurts of his delicious cum hit the back of her
throat, and she swallowed them eagerly. Beth cupped his heavy balls and
squeezed, and he retaliated by licking a path of awareness along her slit and
up to her anus. He licked around the rim and then tunneled his tongue inside
the puckered hole, whilst thrusting his long digits in and out of her pussy.
Beth didn’t know who groaned loudest as she stepped
up the suckling off his dick, as though it was the sweetest lollipop, and he in
turn lapped up the juices he spread with his fingers. She lost her rhythm
completely when he pushed his thumb through the tight ring of muscle and
massaged the walls of her vagina with his other hand. With that unerring
precision he had shown the night before, he found and massaged her sweet spot
until spots danced in front of her vision.
His lips lifted, fucking her mouth with his cock in
tune with the fingers up both her holes, and utterly filled and taken over by
him, the triple stimulation proved too much for Beth. She screamed her release
around his dick as the waves of her climax sucked her under, until she could
only feel and hang on for dear life. When her body finally stopped shaking, she
lay sprawled along his body, his cock inches away from her lips, and she moaned
her denial.
When she tried to take him back in her mouth, his
sharp, “No,” stopped her dead.
“I want inside your sweet pussy this time, Beth.
Scoot.” He grumbled the words and he shifted her downward until he had her
aligned just right. With a tug to her hair, he pulled her upward, and like a
heat-seeking missile, his amazing cock found its target.
Beth almost came again, so intense was the feeling
of being impaled on his thick member. It twitched and grew inside her until it
hit every sensitive nerve ending.
“Ride me, cowgirl.”
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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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