You Are “Under Orders” To Enjoy Doris O’Connor

I’d like to welcome, once again, Doris O’Connor to the Spicy Butterfly Garden!  She has a new release from Evernight Publishing, Under Orders, that is racing up the bestselling charts and she wants to share it with all of us.  Today, Doris has interviewed her two main character, Jonathan and Anna.  Sit back and enjoy the camaraderie between Doris, Jonathan and Anna!  It’s a treat… I promise!

Thanks so much for having me here today Jessica, to tell you more about my newest release Under Orders.

I hope you don’t mind but I brought my hero and heroine along. They were most insistent.

“Of course she won’t mind, Doris.” Jonathan flashes his most charming smile and Anna rolls her eyes.

“Well, she might. It is kind of rude to invite ourselves along, Jonathan.” Anna smiles and he simply looks at her. You know that stare his kind do so well, where you’re not sure if they’re even breathing. I shift on my seat and take a moment to truly appreciate that man’s physique. As per usual he is dressed in a designer suit that accentuates his broad shoulders. Muscles flex as he lifts a hand to brush an errand batch of his dirt blond hair out his eyes—those amazing cornflower eyes. A woman could lose herself in them, as she stares up at him, and slowly dissolves into a puddle of goo.

Okay, maybe that’s just me and Anna then…

*giggles*

I clear my throat and he shifts his attention to me and I am glad I’m now sitting down.

“Okay, then, being that you are here I should ask you two some questions about the book, shouldn’t I?”

Yes, that’s what you should be doing, girl, not ogling the hero you created.

Jonathan smiles and reaches across to take Anna’s hand in his. A look passes between them and I feel as though I’m intruding.

“Okay, here goes. Jonathan, you’re a vampire. How does that work in your position as CEO, and have you ever used your powers to persuade people to do what you want?”

Anna purses her lips and I grin at her. Jonathan simply smiles, and I wonder why I feel hot all of a sudden.

Just as I feel as though my limbs do not belong to me anymore Anna elbows him and I blink to refocus. That was odd.

“Behave yourself, Jonathan. Forgive him, Doris. He is just making a point. Jonathan is very good at reading people and he can erase your memory, but he can’t make you do something you don’t want to do.”

The man in question grins at me and winks, and I can’t help but wonder whether that is just what he wants her to believe.

“So, all this talk of you summoning folks to the office and them not remembering what they did, what that’s about then?” I have to ask and my toes curl inside my boots when his smile turns sinful. Yeah, I reckon he wouldn’t need any strange vamp powers to get anyone to do what he wanted them to do.

The man oozes sex appeal and confidence without even trying. He simply shrugs his shoulders and squeezes Anna’s hand.

“That all seems a long time ago now, and besides a gentleman never tells tales.”

He shows an adorable set of dimples as his smile deepens and I force myself to tear my gaze away from him.

“Is that why you went along with the instructions when it was your turn to be summoned, Anna?”

Jonathan huffs out a laugh and Anna giggles.

“Well, I didn’t follow instructions exactly. There was no way I was going to wear a set of vibrating panties to a business meeting, no matter what he said.”

“Kinda glad she didn’t. It was so much more fun without them, and of course, I did get them on her eventually.”

He reaches into his pocket and Anna sits up straighter and grasps the arm rests of her chair. I can’t hear anything over Jonathan’s low chuckle, but I’m pretty sure I know exactly what is going on. Poor Anna’s cheeks heat and I’m sure mine must be the colour of beetroot too.

Time to ask my next question and pretend I don’t notice him reaching into his pocket again. Anna’s breaths speed up and I fumble with my papers.

“You two have history. Did that help or hinder your relationship?” I address Jonathan, not daring to look at Anna, but he gives me that sinful grin again and points to Anna.

“I think you ought to answer that, my sweet.”

His voice has dropped an octave and it’s my turn to squirm in the seat. Anna’s skin is flush with arousal and she screws her eyes shut and takes deep breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth, as though to get her bearings. I’m surprised she isn’t leaving indents on the chair considering the white knuckled grip she has on those arm rests.

When she finally speaks her voice is a breathy whisper.

“I-I … shoot. I … oh damn.”

Oh damn indeed. Have you ever seen a woman come apart in front of you, fully clothed, whilst the man tormenting her just sits there and smirks? I shouldn’t watch, but can’t seem to help myself, and I make a mental note to get some of those vibrating knickers for myself.

By the time Anna has herself back under control, I feel as though I have run a marathon. Jonathan pulls her across to kiss her, and I reckon it’s time to leave them be.

“I guess, you worked it out then,” I mumble. Jonathan releases Anna long enough to look at me.

“Forgive us, Doris. We’ve just remembered we’ve left the oven on at home.”

With a gust of wind that scatters my remaining papers into the air like confetti, they disappear in front of my eyes.

Erm, okay then…

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Blurb: Who ever heard of being ordered to wear vibrating panties to a business meeting? The visiting CEO may be sex-on-legs-gorgeous, but Anna knows a sexual harassment case when she sees it. No one is going to order her to entertain Jonathan Symmonds—no one but her own body it seems.

Jonathan proves a hard man to resist. When he reveals his secret identity, this daughter of a slayer ought to be running for the hills not play submissive to his dark side.

Will passion and a shared past be enough to keep them together, or is their bond doomed to end at the stake?

Be Warned: bondage, public exhibition

Excerpt:

Clearly it had been way too long since Anna had last gotten laid if her body could respond to a complete stranger in this fashion of reckless abandonment.

He turned his attention back to the room, and Anna released the breath she’d been holding. Brian glared at her, and that uneasy feeling in her stomach returned. She squared her shoulders and stared him down, before Jonathan’s hand on her thigh pulled her attention back to him.

“I would like to thank Anna for her diligent attention to detail in drawing up these reports.” He shifted his hand higher during those few words, until he reached the top of her stocking. Digging one finger underneath he caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh, and Anna forced herself not to squirm and give the game away. “She has been most thorough, and the results will show once and for all who is responsible for this current … mishap.”

He smiled briefly, and looked toward Brian. The older man shrank in his seat. His Adam’s apple bobbed wildly as though he could barely hold onto his saliva. Beads of sweat broke out on his ruddy complexion, and Anna was half expecting the pencil he clutched to splinter under the strain of his white knuckled grip.

“I also feel the need to make it clear that Anna acted under direct orders from myself and her immediate superior.” He nodded toward Anna’s boss, and Leonard Peterson shifted to stand behind Brian, his expression as grave as she’d ever seen it.

“No one here should have any reason to hold the findings of this report against Anna.” Again he paused, and his penetrating gaze swept around the room until he seemed satisfied that he had everyone’s undivided attention. At the same time he shifted his hand higher up the inside of her thigh, until his knuckles brushed against the damp fabric covering her slit. Anna bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. The feather light touch seared her core, and her internal muscles clenched in need. The fabric grew wetter, and he was bound to notice. She risked a peek at his profile, and the slight elevation to his bottom lip told her that he knew exactly how turned on she was.

He took a deep breath and brushed his forefinger against her clit, pressing down just enough to make the little nubbin tingle in anticipation. That smirk of his deepened, when she couldn’t help her involuntary jump in response.

“Likewise no one in this room has anything to fear from these findings, unless they have not been acting in the company’s best interests. If you have indeed been mishandling funds then now would be a prudent time to own up to this fact.”

Again he paused, and Anna held her breath. He looked every inch the ruthless and dangerous business man he was reported to be. His harsh features had drawn tight, his high cheek bones accentuated under the artificial lighting that filled the room, despite the blaring sun outside the windows overlooking London’s skyline. He held himself perfectly still, the muscles bulging in tension under the light summer suit he wore. Only his finger moved in slow, measured circles, designed to drive Anna to the brink of insanity. She grasped hold of her armrests again, and coughed to hide her moan as that finger slipped under the elastic of her underwear and teased her entrance.

“I-I—” Brian shot out of his chair and looked as though he would have made a run for it, had Leonard not grabbed him by the suit lapels and pinned him against the wall. The door burst open, and two burly security guards took over and dragged Brian from the room. Anna was barely aware of the ensuing commotion, because Jonathan chose that moment to thrust two fingers knuckle deep inside her channel. Her pussy walls tightened around the digits, and Anna shut her eyes against the rising sensation deep within. There was something so deliciously naughty about the CEO finger-fucking her under the table.

The barely functioning rational side of her brain urged her to scream, to do something. He was taking liberties with her body that he had no right to take, but the other horny as hell part of her told that side to shut the fuck up, even as Jonathan added his thumb to her clit, pushing her closer and closer to release.

“Leonard, get Anna a glass of water. She is looking a little flushed.”

Her eyes flew open at the amused words, and she knew her cheeks must be as red as the roses in the vase across the room, when her boss stepped close enough to her to see exactly what was happening under the table. Jonathan did not release her. If anything he stepped up his assault, curling his fingers in such a way that he massaged her sweet spot deep inside.

Leonard cleared his throat repeatedly, and the water splashed over the side of the glass he was pouring for Anna, masking the wet sounds of Jonathan’s fingers thrusting in and out of her sopping cunt. She would leave a visible stain on her skirt and chair at this rate, but Anna could no more stop herself from climbing towards bliss than she could stop breathing. She dug her fingers into the arms of her chair and bit her lip so hard she drew blood, as her orgasm hit her with the full force of a speeding train. Irrespective of where she was, or perhaps because of it, waves of pleasure crashed over her, as her body shook in delicious aftershocks. Jonathan did not withdraw his fingers until the last of her shudders stopped, and when she opened her eyes it was to find the room empty, bar the three of them.

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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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