Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Blog Tour & Review: Auctioned to Protect (The Spectrum Auctions 2) by Doris O'Connor

Title: Auctioned to Protect

Genre: Erotica, Contemporary, BDSM

Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint sized bundle of curves with a Mistress Complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM.
Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.
Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and Knife Play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.
Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?

Tame Excerpt (PG)
(If you want something hotter, just go further and see the red HOT! excerpt below)

Mike’s heart crashed against his chest bone, and his whole body tensed as adrenaline flooded his system at the sight of that knife.
“I warn you now. You come near me with that fucking knife and woman or not, I’ll take you out. This isn’t funny.”
He kept his gaze trained on that wicked-looking blade, and breathed a sigh of relief when Scarlett put it down on the massage table. She cocked her head to one side and regarded him steadily with an extremely unsettling small smile on her full lips.
Now what was the blasted woman up to?
“I mean it, there’s no way you’re getting near me with that thing. Knives are not for playing stupid games.”
“I agree, and I take knife play very seriously. It’s also the most effective way to test your trust in me.”
“You’re fucking losing the plot, here.”
Scarlett laughed, and drew herself up to every inch of her five-foot-nothing frame. She fixed him with that look again, and stood to one side.
“No, I’m not losing the plot here, you are. Look at yourself. Not so brave now, are we?”
“What has you getting some kick out of cutting me with a fucking knife got to do with bravery? Been there, done that, got the fucking T-shirt and the scars to prove it, so—”
“Show me,” Scarlett interrupted him and he stopped dead, and scowled at her.
Damn infuriating woman. He lifted his left arm, and she stepped closer to inspect the fine line left behind. That blade had punctured his lung and put him out of action for a while. He sucked in a breath when she followed that line and used just enough force for her long fingernails to score his skin.
“Anywhere else?” she asked.
Their gazes locked as she continued to run her hands over his naked skin, and he had to clear his throat to get the words out.
“My back.”
She stepped away and around the table and then her soft little hands were back, tracing a line down his spine this time, until she found the mark just underneath his kidneys. He grimaced at her sharp intake of breath, and then closed his eyes when something soft and supple touched his scars there. Had she kissed him? Sure enough when he risked a look over his shoulder she was in the process of straightening up, her expression unreadable.
Their eyes met again and she smiled at him.
“I can see why this would freak you out, but I never break the skin—never. In the right hands a knife can bring the ultimate erotic pleasure. I’ll show you, if you let me.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to blurt out a very emphatic no, but something in the quiet way she studied him stopped him. 
“You mean I get a choice?”
This time he could read her expression all too well. Irritation radiated off her in almost palpable waves, and he knew he’d goofed up again.
“Forget I said that. I know it’s my choice. Laura screeched that at me often enough. How it’s her choice to do all this, and to jump at Slade’s bidding.” He couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice, and Scarlett narrowed her eyes and shook her head.
“And yet you clearly didn’t hear her, did you? What you describe is not the way this works. Laura and Slade’s relationship is far more complicated than that. Your sister is a strong, independent woman, and her submission to her Master is entirely her choice. Submission is a gift any Dominant treasures, and it’s a responsibility none of us take lightly.”
“So you say,” Mike grumbled under his breath. 
Scarlett went very still and when she finally looked at him, her previously warm green eyes were icicles of steel.
“Then there is really nothing else to say, and I’ll escort you off the premises.”
“Oh no you won’t. I have a job to do here.”
“Then fucking do it, and open your closed-off mind to the possibilities. There is no place for you here otherwise, and Laura will have lost a brother as well as her parents.”
Her voice could have cut steel, and the ice-cold disdain with which she still regarded him cut through his protective layers of indifference as though she had cut him with that damn knife.
“Keep my fucking sister out of it. I’m here to protect you on order of the commissioner himself, and I’m not moving until I get the bad guy.”
Scarlett moved so fast he never saw it coming. One minute she was stood glaring at him, the next she had her whip in her hand and the end of the damn thing missed his head by inches. Only he got the distinct impression that she didn’t miss him at all. Every crack of the whip rung in his ears, and the air whooshed past his face, yet she never touched him. Mike didn’t dare move, too caught up in watching Scarlett swing that whip with such deadly precision. 
When she finally stopped, a fine sheen of perspiration marked her skin and she let out a slow exhale.
“Does that look as though I need protecting?” she asked.

My Review
My Rating: 4 out of 5 Stars

Doris O'Connor delivers another quick, easy-reading, and complete story in such a short book! Auctioned to Protect is a sequel to Auctioned to the Honorable Dom, and it's not a stand-alone. However, both books combined would equal a regular length novel so it's not hard to read them one after the other. In fact, I would recommend it, if possible, as the ending of the first is where the second starts off...

We're again drawn into the sexy BDSM world of Club Spectrum where another auction is about to begin. It mirrors the start of the first book, but this time it's Laura's brother who's in center stage. Readers may remember him as the totally annoying @$$ who succeeds in upsetting petal, angering Slade, and getting off to a kinkily bothering start with Mistress Scarlett.

As retribution for the angst he caused the couple, Scarlett bids on and wins
Mike/brass for the night. It's also a cover for the alpha undercover cop, though, because someone is threatening to kill Scarlett. So do they move beyond the play acting and get serious? How this happens you need to read to find out. Absolutely no spoilers here!

What I truly love about these books is Ms O'Connor's ability to pack such a wealth of emotions in a few pages! It's really the length of a condensed novel yet it's so richly described you're drawn into her world and you don't want to leave.

Scarlett is a completely rounded character with her emotions running the gamut between strict self control and complete loss of emotions to shock. I found myself rooting for her to win while sharing the sadness and desperation she also goes through. Mike, or brass, on the other hand was a complete surprise. I wanted to squash him in the first book (yay, Scarlett!) but here he shows the depths that Laura and Slade missed in him after their parents' death. No wonder Scarlett is so attracted to her brass! He's the perfect protector that will do anything for His Lady.

The ending is yet another cliffhanger (May I suggest this be sold as a collection when all the books are out? It always ends on the most interesting note! Augh!) which is the introduction to Pedro's story. Now I have to see what happens to this self-assured, cocky sadist. I'm sure Doris O'Connor has yet another interesting twist to this story!

Tags: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, voyeurism, shibari, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA

HOT! Erotic Excerpt

“Fuck, you feel so damn good around my dick, Scarlett. Look at us. Look how I stretch your tight hole. Jesus, baby, tell me this is as freaking good for you as it is for me.”
Scarlett dug her finger nails into his shoulders in answer and clenched around him, and Mike roared. He pulled out and thrust back in again, ramming her into the wall, as she hung on for dear life. Pain mixed with pleasure so intense she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t talk, just hung onto his big shoulders and took all the passion he gave her. 
Here was a man brutally taking his own pleasure and sending her body sky high in the process. When he pulled out of her and dragged her over to the sink, Scarlett bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. Mike kicked her legs apart and then slammed back into her from behind. This position drove him deeper than before and when he reached around and stimulated her clit at the same time, Scarlett saw stars. Her whole body tightened in ever closer spirals of pleasure that started from deep inside her core. Impaled by his hot member, his harsh breath in her ear, one hand digging into her hips, the other mercilessly fingering her swollen clit, he pushed her toward a mind-splintering release. Higher and higher she climbed, and when Mike grasped one of her legs and shoved it over the edge of the sink, the move sent her over the edge. 
He yanked her torso up and pulled it up against his chest, allowing him to sink deeper still into the clasp of her body. Ripples and waves of pleasure crashed over Scarlett, and she let her head fall back and gave herself up to the sensation rocking her body as Mike increased his tempo even more. Every forceful thrust lifted her off her toes, and Scarlett came a second time, or was it the third. Sensations merged into one, fire raced over her skin, and she screamed his name when he grew bigger still inside her and then grunted his release into her shoulder, and warmth spread deep inside her.
Mike lowered her leg with them both still joined as intimately as two people could be, and he locked his arms next to hers on the sink. By the time her breathing had slowed down enough to speak and her hazy vision cleared, Mike was slowly slipping out of her. She tightened her muscles to keep him in for longer and he groaned and rubbed his morning stubble across her neck. It left delicious tingles in its wake and Scarlett moaned her contentment.
Their gazes locked in the mirror and Mike smiled. Scarlett’s heart turned over in her chest at the open affection she saw in his azure eyes that seemed to bore straight into her very soul.
“Good morning, My Lady. I guess this beats coffee first thing.”

* * * *

She was so fucking beautiful, staring back at him with her huge green eyes, and her fair skin flushed from the force of her orgasms. A primitive sense of ownership grabbed him by the throat and squeezed the breath out of him, and he shut his eyes and nuzzled into the soft skin of her neck. A shudder went through her when he licked the rapidly beating pulse point and nibbled his way up to her ear. Scarlett ground her ass against his thigh and he groaned into her neck. 
“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”
Scarlett turned around in his arms and gasped when he sat her on the edge of the sink and spread her legs wide. He dropped on his knees and inhaled against her wet slit. Scarlett’s intoxicating musk mixed with his own scent and he watched in fascination as their combined juices slowly trickled out of her pink flesh.
His cock signaled its interest briefly and Scarlett smiled down on him when he looked up. 
“Have I broken you?” she whispered.
Mike laughed.
“Hardly, My Lady. Give me five and we’ll be ready to go again. In the meantime…”
He bent his head and delivered butterfly kisses along the incredibly soft skin of her inner thighs. It was one of Mike’s favorite places to linger on any woman, especially just after they’d come. Hot, sweet, and intimate, it called him to indulge, and he blew against her slit, causing an allover body shiver, as her clit contracted in front of his eyes.
“Mike, please… I’m so close again… Oh…yeees.”
It was all the encouragement he needed. Using short shallow strokes he cleaned her cunt, until no traces of their earlier encounter remained. He rubbed his beard-roughened chin across her clit, and placed her legs over his shoulder when she started to tremble. Scarlett’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and she pushed her hips up in a seeming effort to hurry him along, but Mike had his own plans.
He’d been far too rough on her earlier, regardless of how much she had been with him in the moment. Regardless of how much she seemed to have needed that brutal release. Besides he was fast getting addicted to the needy little moans and sighs she couldn’t stop from escaping. The way her fingernails scored his skin and her breaths grew choppier until her body tensed and her pussy clenched and unclenched, trying to draw in his tongue as her cream gushed into his waiting mouth.
He tunneled his fingers into her channel and her greedy little cunt clamped down on the digits, as she came in a series of delightful little tremors. Mike pulled out his wet digits and gathering up more of her cream as he went along, circled her anus and pushed in.
“Yes, there, take me there.”
Scarlett clawed at his skin and his semi hard dick roared into action. He added another finger to stretch her, and Scarlett bucked against him like a wild thing.
“Easy, baby, I’ve got you. I’ll make this so fucking good for you.”

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.