Guest ~ Doris O’Connor Blog Tour
Today we’re thrilled to welcome Doris O’Connor, on the first stop of her blog tour for For The Love of Mutt. Be sure to scroll to the bottom for her tour giveaway!
Thanks so much for letting me hang out with your readers for a while, Adriana
I’m here to talk all things Christmas today, specifically my Christmas Story For The Love Of Mutt.
When I first heard about Breathless Press’ submission call for Christmas stories back in the summer, I thought to myself, “Hmm interesting…”, and filed it away, not thinking too much of it. However, my muse clearly latched onto that subject, because I kept hearing this jingle in my head.
“Holidays are coming … holidays are coming…”
You see, I live in the UK, and one way I always know Christmas is upon us, is when the advert comes on the telly. The Coca Cola one with Santa and that jingle ^^^.
Now, I quite like a can of coke, but I still don’t quite get what it has to do with Christmas. Christmas. Not the holidays, lol. It’s a bit of bug bear of mine, as it is for my heroine.
Anja turned the annoying jingle off with a flick of her finger, and blew a strand of hair off her face. She’d tied it up and out of the way, but as usual it had a mind of its own and had escaped her attempt at an elegant chignon. Holidays indeed! It was Christmas, for flip’s sake—time for carols and the season of goodwill—not political correctness gone mad. What did her dad always say? Without Christ in Christmas it would be just M&S. The store made great knickers and excellent food, but had little to do with the season of goodwill.
She licked the icing off her fingers and perused the small army of homemade cupcakes with a satisfied smile. Decked out in festive colors of red and green, they would bring much-needed cheer to the homeless shelter, and hopefully an influx of cash too. The cake sale was always popular. Declan wouldn’t be pleased at the detour, but they had to more or less drive past it on the way to his parents’, so he couldn’t object too much.
It was Christmas in a week’s time, and Anja was determined to make a difference this year. She had even prepared a Christmas cake for Declan’s parents, knowing full well that Lord and Lady Hemington would turn their aristocratic noses up at it, but Anja was done trying to please them. In fact, unless Declan stopped acting like a complete ass, he could kiss her pert behind on the way out.
Right on cue the doorbell rang and Anja suppressed a sigh at the impatient staccato of it. She took off the apron, smoothed down her simple black shift dress, stepped into her equally understated three-inch black court shoes, and buzzed the door open. No sooner had she completed boxing up the cakes than Declan stepped through the front door of her flat.
“There you are, but what on earth are you doing?” His cultured tones held a hint of impatience, and when his steely-gray gaze connected with hers, his brows drew together and his eyes darkened in temper. Before he could say anything else, she shoved the largest of the boxes containing the Christmas cake into his hands.
“I’d have thought that was obvious, Declan.” She ignored his pout and put the remaining boxes into two large cloth bags. “I know what you said, but I like baking, and I like giving personal gifts.”
Declan grunted, and continued to eye the box she’d given him, as though it were likely to detonate any minute. “My parents do not expect personal gifts. The hamper we bought them from Harrods will suffice. And who on earth are those for?” He gestured to the two bags in her hand. “And you’ve got icing all over your nose. I suggest you wash it off.”
Anja glanced at her reflection in the hallway mirror and, sure enough, a smudge of bright green icing was smeared across her nose and halfway up her cheek. She took the starched, monogrammed handkerchief Declan passed her and wiped the offending mixture away with a barely suppressed sigh. Had they really come to this? A year into their relationship and with Declan pushing her into setting a date for their marriage soon, all the passion seemed to have evaporated like mist in the sun. Instead of kissing her and licking the icing off her nose, as she would have liked him to have done, every line of his body screamed his annoyance at her unreasonable behavior.
“There, better, my lord?” She couldn’t help but goad him a little, but he’d already turned his back on her and was striding out the door. She stuck her tongue out at his retreating back, and followed him down the steep stairs and out into the frigid air.
He tossed the cake box carelessly into the back of his Jaguar and by the time she’d carefully stashed her bags on the back seats, his fingers were drumming against the steering wheel. “Are you going to tell me what all those are for, or do I have to guess?”
“You know who they’re for. I told you last night.”
He revved the engine and put his foot down the minute she fastened the seatbelt.
“You cannot be serious. We’re hardly dressed for a visit to that part of town, and we’ll be late.”
As you may have guessed, Declan is not the hero! That would be Mutt, a frequent visitor to that homeless shelter. Follow me onto the next stop on my blog tour to meet him.
A homeless shelter at Christmas may seem an odd place to find one’s soul mate, but love knows no boundaries – or does it?
Anja has grown fond of the wolf like dog hanging around the shelter. With her soon to be ex -boyfriend putting pressure on her, her canine friend proves to be more reliable than any human could ever be. If only he were more than just a dog.
Helping others is not always easy to do, unless Ethan can do so undercover. However, hiding your true self brings problems of its own. Finding a mate had not been in Ethan’s plan of action, but Anja’s easy acceptance of Mutt breaks through all of his defenses.
The problem is he is not what he seems and will his deception by proxy prove the end of them before they even have a chance at love?
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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I am giving away two copies of For The Love Of Mutt at the end of my blog tour. Follow me on every stop and every comment will give you another entry into the draw—easy peazy
As well as the two main prices, one random commenter on each stop of my tour will receive an e-copy from my back list. Check it out here. Winners Choice!
Tour Stops Below:
10th December: http://adrianakraft.com/blog
11th December: http://kdgrace.co.uk
12th December: http://www.sizzlinghotbooks.net
13th December: http://smutters.co.uk
14th December: http://wowfromthescarfprincess.blogspot.com/
Have a blessed festive season all of you!