Guest Post: Doris O’Connor

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Thanks so much for having me here on my tour with my yummy wolf 

Under the Alpha’s Protection was one of those stories that came out of nowhere and demanded to be told, and surprised me with its varied twists and turns. I’m a complete and utter panstser, so I never know what’s going to happen, and this story was no different.

It takes on a decidedly dark turn when Nikita gets kidnapped and is held hostage. It’s one of the many things I like about writing paranormal stories. The added danger and touch of horror you can add to these stories. Typically I pitch my unsuspecting human heroines against supernatural beings that they have no idea existed out of the realms of fantasy.

Nikita is no exception to this. She won’t even read paranormal, because that’s just crazy stuff. Men do not sprout fur and claws and bay at the moon. No, Nikita is very much of the opinion that no such things exist. Even when she is attacked by a mysterious, scarred, menacing figure on the night of the full moon, it doesn’t change her opinion. So, he had a pack of wolves with him, so what? They were just wolves, odd to be sure—who has wolves in the middle of London?—but the world is full of odd folks.

She might have claw marks on her back, but that doesn’t mean she’s marked or maimed, and her best friend’s Raoul’s eyes do not glow, when he’s annoyed.

No, no, no…

Hmm, let’s just say, Nikita has to change her opinion on a lot of things. The night she is attacked everything changes.

Friends become lovers, a wolf claims his mate, and Nikita becomes a target, as she gets thrown into an old war for leadership of Raoul’s pack.

In her struggles to survive and make sense of it all, Nikita has choices to make that will affect all those she hold dear.

I shall leave you with a little excerpt of when it dawns on her, that supernatural creatures are very frighteningly real.

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Excerpt:

Nikita blinked in the murky, damp, dark cellar she came to in. The stench of wet dog invaded her senses, overlaid with the nauseating smell of blood, and sweat. Something trickled into her left eye, obscuring her vision further, and when she went to swipe it away, chains tightened, their clanging too loud in the still air.

Adrenaline shot through her system when she realized she was restrained. Arms and leg shackles cut into her tender flesh. The shackles were connected to heavy duty chains suspended from the walls. She shook her head to try to clear her vision and immediately wished she hadn’t, as the dull ache in the back of her head erupted into intense stabs of pain radiating down her neck into her spine, and all over her body.

Of course, whoever had kidnapped her, had hit her over the head with something heavy. Her stomach heaved when she realized what the dark liquid was that trickled down the side of her face and into the cleavage of her work uniform. It was blood, her blood, and it explained why she felt so weak and disoriented. Something shifted next to her in the obscure darkness, and a puff of hot air hit her bare thigh. She flinched and tried to get away, but the chains held her fast. Whoever those slow and intermittent breaths belonged to, was also restrained, as there was more rattling of chains, and then a half human, half animal groan, that sent ice through her veins.

“Who’s there? Anyone?”

Approaching footsteps had her wishing she’d kept her mouth shut, as a door swung open with an ominous creak, and Nikita blinked in the bright shaft of light that entered the cellar.

“Tell Draco Raoul’s bitch is awake.”

Her heart stopped at the mention of Raoul, and then turned into a jackhammer. Harsh, fluorescent overhead lights came on with a ping, obliterating the darkness and blinding her in the process. All she could see was the broad shouldered shadow of a hulk of a man towering over as he approached. Rough fingers dug into her cheeks and turned her head this way and that, while his cold hearted, yellow eyed stare turned the blood in her veins to ice. The stench of this man, thing, whatever the fuck he was, hit her square in the gut, and she heaved.

He released her and slapped her face with enough force to spin her head around. Stars exploded behind her closed eyelids, and a renewed intense wave of pain shot through her nerve endings. From the top of her head right through to her toenails, she hurt, and she desperately tried to get her breathing under control in the way Raoul had shown her.

“In, out, in through your nose, and blow it out through your mouth, baby. Puff that pain away, and let the pleasure follow.”

Tears filled her eyes, remembering that scene, the first time he’d pushed her too far out of her comfort zone. The most intense pleasure had indeed followed that erotic pain he’d inflicted, but here right now, only misery followed.

God, Raoul, I need you.

Her heartfelt plea went unanswered, of course. Where was Raoul, and what had all this to do with him? She wasn’t going to give the man smirking down on her now the satisfaction of letting him know how scared she was, and how much he hurt her, so she straightened her spine as best she could, and glared at him.

“Who the fuck are you? I demand that you let me go immediately.”

Her captor just laughed and turned his back on her. She froze when she spotted the large syringe in his hand, but it seemed that wasn’t for her. No, it was for the wolf, lying chained on the ground next to her.

A wolf?

Nikita bit back the scream bubbling on the back of her throat at this discovery. That explained the wet dog smell at least. The hulking beefcake of a man holding the syringe pulled the wolf’s head up by the scruff of his neck, and Nikita did screech when she looked into Darius’s pain-clouded eyes.

Set on the body of a wolf it was Darius’s bloodstained face she saw. He offered her a weak smile, and their captor just laughed.

“Cutting your next dose fine, aren’t we, wolf boy? We can’t have you shifting now and telling all our secrets to your Alpha’s bitch.”

Darius flinched when the other man pushed the syringe into his neck, and Nikita watched in horror as the wolf’s body contorted. Darius growled, and in front of her eyes, his face contorted from barely human into the fur covered snout of a wolf. His eyes were the last thing to change, and Nikita threw up.

The kick to her ribs hurt like hell.

“Fuck it, bitch, you chucked up all over my shoes. Damn human bitches, can’t take the fucking heat.”

Through the pain and the misery another voice registered. The cruel, perfect diction tones of that educated voice was a throw-back to the night she’d been attacked.

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Blurb:

Nikita Ashton and Raoul Saint Germain have been friends for five years, so when Nikita is attacked, there is only one place she can run to—straight into Raoul’s arms.

 

Raoul is the Alpha of his pack and he is furious that the woman he loves has been harmed on his territory. Were it not for the fact that Nikita does not believe in anything even remotely paranormal, his wolf would have claimed her years ago.

 

Nikita is in need of tender, loving care, not his baser needs that are threatening to overtake him. However, when Nikita admits that she knows about his being in the lifestyle, the Dom in him cannot resist the challenge to make her his submissive.

 

Blissfully happy in their new Dom/sub relationship, everything changes when Nikita is kidnapped. Can Raoul get to her in time to save her life?

 

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking

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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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