Thanks so much for having me here today with my new release, Her Panther Protector. Sasha, the bad boy of The Protectors is finally here. J
We all love a bad boy, don’t we? I know I love reading about them, but I love writing them even more. From the minute Sasha made his presence known, I knew I was going to have fun with him. I love making those bad boys suffer, until they are forced to reveal the softer side they all have, even if they’re only willing to show that side to their mates.
If you’re familiar with the series, you’ll know all about Sasha. He’s the arrogant, at times downright chauvinistic playboy of the bunch, who really can’t be doing with this protecting lark. It might be his birth right, but that doesn’t mean he likes getting his ass kicked, let alone for a bunch of clueless, ungrateful humans. They’re only good for one thing in his eyes—bit of convenient pussy to sink his dick in.
I’m painting a deliberately crass picture here, because that’s who Sasha is, and he makes no excuses for that, but, that of course is not all he is. For starters the formidable Mrs. H wouldn’t be putting up with his bullshit, unless she knew the real Sasha. The one that has a room in his house full of books, including a book case stuffed full of his late mother’s romance novels, because he can’t bring himself to get rid of them. The one who still lives in the cottage, which has been in his family for generations, and the one no female has ever set foot in…
Yeah, that was a surprise to me, too, when he revealed that little titbit of information about him. In fact, Sasha turned out to be full of surprises, least of which was the fact that he had a son he never knew about.
Kind of an occupational hazard when you’re a shifter who’s immune from diseases, and thus not always that careful using protection…
There’s one thing about these big, bad, alpha shifting Dom-ly types, though. When they find their mates, they fall hard and fast, and nothing is going to stop them from claiming what’s theirs. Throw in all the possessive emotions associated with unexpected fatherhood, and yeah, Sasha stands no chance. He falls hopelessly in love with his son, and as for his little guy’s feisty little human Aunt…
Macey is one tough cookie, and she certainly doesn’t make it easy for Sasha, which is why this book ended up being the longest in the series so far at 63,456 K. I jokingly referred to it as the never ending story when I was writing it, because it sure felt like it at times. I despaired of Sasha and Macey ever getting their HEA, as the sparks flew between these two. When they do finally get together, of course… well you know my characters. HAWT is all I will say here ;-)
I hope readers will like Sasha’s story. I warn you now, I cried a few tears when I wrote it, and I fell hopelessly in love with Sasha. He really is adorable under all that bravado and hard shell, and you know wat they say… nothing as sexy as a man who loves his child.
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A $10 Amazon or Bookstrand GC is up for grabs and two runner ups get an e-book of their choice from my back list J
[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, shape-shifters, bondage, spanking, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
A son and a mate in one fell swoop—he’ll never live this down.
Panther shifter Sasha Draven might be a Protector, but that doesn’t mean he’s in a hurry to get his ass kicked protecting clueless humans. This bad boy doesn’t do commitment, but when he comes face to face with his past in the form of his son, every protective instinct he never knew he had kicks in. He will protect what’s his at all costs.
Macey Laine thought she’d escaped the inner city violence threatening her nephew when she left Glasgow behind. The last thing she expects is to come face to face with her sister’s past in her own home. There’s no denying this bad boy biker is Kenny’s father. If only she could deny the instant connection she feels to this stranger, as easily.
Nothing good will come of this, especially when the threat to Kenny tracks them down…
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It sent Sasha over the edge, and before she knew what was happening, he’d pulled out of her and, in a dizzying move of speed, had her spread face-down on her kitchen table. With her sensitive breasts squashed into the wooden surface, he kicked her legs apart while he brought her arms behind her back and tied something soft around them. There was the tear of lace as he tore her panties off her and then his deep rumble.
“Tell me this is okay, kitten. I want you at my mercy. I’ve fantasized about taking you like this since the first day I met you.”
Apprehension filtered through her haze of arousal as she tried to tug her wrists apart and couldn’t, but there was also something freeing about her inability to control what happened. The last of her misgivings fled when Sasha pulled her head up gently and studied her expression.
“I can take them off, but you look so fucking hot like this, kitten. All spread out for me to take you, to do as I please.”
He ran a hand over her ass cheeks and squeezed hard enough to leave bruises, and Macey groaned and shut her eyes.
“Oh, yes, my kitten likes that, I see. How about this?”
The open-handed swat to her butt stung like crazy and took her by surprise, but what was far more surprising was the stab of excitement that took her breath away as Sasha massaged that sting away and then delved between her legs.
“So fucking wet for me. So responsive. Tell me this is all right, and I’m not going too fast again.”
Macey mewled like the kitten he called her when he tunneled two fingers into her pussy, while keeping up the circles on her clit. Really, how was she supposed to say anything when he was doing all these things to her?
* * * *
Seeing his girl so caught up in pleasure that she seemed incapable of speech was such a fucking turn-on that Sasha knew he must be grinning like a fool. If only he had his toy bag with him, but that would probably be a step too far for his kitten right now. She was new to this, he had to remember that, but she would look fucking hot with a butt plug up her ass and her pale skin crossed with Shibari rope while he tortured her with pleasure.
A loud thump from upstairs made him freeze temporarily. Not again, surely. Fortunately, Macey was oblivious to the fact that Kenny must have fallen out of bed, too caught up in the orgasm she was fast hurtling toward, if the way her internal muscles quivered around his fingers were any indication.
Sasha kept her hovering on that ledge as he listened for any further sounds from upstairs, but all he could hear was Kenny’s soft, even breathing and he grinned to himself at the image they would no doubt find when they made their way back upstairs. The little guy tangled in the covers, fast asleep on the floor.
“Sir, please…” Macey’s moaned plea focused his attention back on the woman in front of him, and the dominant in him roared at her address. She might not know it, but Macey was the perfect sub for him, and the ease with which that title rolled off her lips was testament to that.
“Please what, kitten? What do you need me to do, this?” He delivered several more openhanded swats to her butt cheeks, satisfied with the way her pale skin wobbled and pinked up under his hands, and the way her juices coated the top of her thighs. Using his claws, he drew patterns across the hot flesh, and Macey’s pussy contracted under his watchful gaze while she mumbled something he couldn’t understand.
The wetness between her legs called his panther to taste, and Macey groaned long and hard when he licked up her slit and back again and lapped up her arousal.
When he tunneled his tongue into her hole and then licked up to her little puckered hole and rimmed it while teasing her clit between his fingers, Macey flew again. Her whole body tightened, and even her toes curled under as she shook in her climax. Straightening, Sasha aligned his cock with her pussy hole and pushed in, while shoving the ball he’d made earlier into Macey’s open mouth to muffle her screams. She bit down on her makeshift gag, eyes wide, features flushed, and their gazes locked when he began to move. Like a hot, wet fist, her cunt muscles gripped him in rhythmic waves. Grasping her hips, he allowed himself to set the fast pace he needed to seek his own release.
His panther roared and his canines ran out ready to claim his mate, but Sasha retained enough control of the situation to not give into the need to mark her thus. Instead, he fucked into her tight body with ever-increasing speed as his release built from the base of his spine. Without any barriers between them, every move seemed magnified, and he roared his release when his balls drew tight to his body and ejected a seemingly never-ending stream of his cum through his dick into her cunt. He pulled out to let the last jet spill over her hot ass, and the possessive animal in him strutted at seeing his woman dripping in his cum.
It covered her ass cheeks and slowly trickled out of her hole as her muscles still quivered in little aftershocks. In truth, Sasha’s legs were all but ready to buckle under him, thanks to the force of the orgasm he’d just experienced, and that was without his biting her. Heaven only knew how much more intense that would be.
Gulping for air, he wiped the sweat off his face and, bracing one hand for support on the table, he gently removed her gag.
“You okay there, baby?”
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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