Claimed by Her Bears by Doris O’Connor


Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my newest release, Claimed By her Bears.

Loosely based on Goldilocks and the three bears, this is my version of one of my favourite Fairytales with a decidedly naughty spin.

Imagine being Goldie. You’re not only running late, but you just have to tumble right into your new CEO’s arms, covering both of you in coffee at the same time. Not the best impression to make on the new, sex on legs boss.

Jason Stanhope, for that matter, did not expect to have his mate tumble into his arms on his first day at the office. His very human, clueless about shifters, and inexperienced in the lifestyle mate.

What’s a Dom to do?

This delectable human morsel will run for the hills, if he reveals his bear, never mind the fact that he comes as a package deal, won’t she?

Well, Goldie might be human, but she has a few surprises of her own up her sleeve as it were, and as she embarks on a crash course in all things BDSM, she surprises not only her bears, but also herself.

In her words:

“To heck with labels and what other people might think.”

Let the naughty fun begin J

Take one very human girl. Add three bear shifters and one BDSM club. Shake well…


When Goldie Lockwood tumbles into the arms of the new CEO, she falls head over heels in lust with the enigmatic Dom. Interested in the lifestyle she might be, but Jason Stanhope seems way out of her league.


Jason’s bear wants nothing more than to bend Goldie over his desk and claim her right there, but that wouldn’t be appropriate. This bear shifter comes as a package deal—three for the prize of one. As the oldest of triplets, his mate will also have to submit to his brother and sister.


While Goldie responds beautifully to his training, will a weekend at the club be one step too far, or can she be the sweet sub the siblings need?


Revealing their bears might very well make Goldilocks live up to her name.


He had originally planned to spank her insolent ass, and then fuck her over his desk, but when she hadn’t appeared, his mood had darkened. For one soul wrenchingly disappointing second he’d thought she’d run out on him, and then his bear had picked up the scent of aroused woman. He’d tracked her down to the ladies’, and just when he thought he’d have to break the door in, she had appeared, and a new plan had taken hold.

Her untutored responses to him had made the Dom in him roar, and his bear had positively strutted at them. Fucking her now was out of the question. His volatile animal was too close to the surface, and he would not be able to resist biting her. No, it was far safer for everyone involved to consummate their relationship at the safety of the club, where his bear would be easier to control in the company of Jacob and Cat.

Besides, they had to establish the ground rules, and his little Goldilocks had some homework to do, starting right now.

He spread his legs and raised an eyebrow at her when she just stood there, staring at him openmouthed.

“I’m waiting, girl. If you can’t follow a simple instruction then this ain’t gonna work out between us.” She gasped at that, and grinning he reached out and shut her mouth with his index finger under her chin. A shudder went through her when he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her kiss swollen lips, and she pouted when he withdrew again.

“Can’t you just spank me or something, and get that punishment over with, please, Sir?” Jason threw his head back and laughed, and her pout deepened, but when he shook his head, she gave an exaggerated sigh, and slowly inched the hemline of her skirt up.

It was his turn to groan when her pretty pink pussy lips came into view. Delightfully bare, they glistened in her dew, and his bear huffed his need for a taste of the nectar between her legs.

Jason had to clear his throat to get his voice to work, and the little minx grinned at him.

“Spread your legs, girl. Give your Sir a good view.”

With a groan to match his, Goldie complied, and Jason had to rub his aching shaft through his trousers to gain some relief, as her outer lips opened to reveal the bounty therein. Her inner lips darkened in color the longer he stared at them, as the blood rushed to that area. Her engorged clit stood proudly out its hood, almost daring him to devour it with his teeth, and her pussy hole clenched and released, causing more of her juices to trickle out of it and down the inside of her thighs.

“Now, that is a pretty sight, my girl. I bet you want to come pretty badly right now, don’t you.”


He smirked at her strangled answer, and taking his phone out of his pocket got to his knees to take some candid close up shots of his girl’s cunt. Both Jacob and Cat would sure appreciate those, not to mention he would, while he imagined himself balls deep inside that pretty flesh.

“What are you doing, Sir?” Her voice wobbled, but she didn’t close her legs either, and pride surged in him. Maybe this would work out after all. Not claiming her as his was already too painful to contemplate. All three of them would just have to work really hard to make her fall in love with them so that the small matter of them shifting into grizzlies wouldn’t freak her out too much.

He had a sudden vision of her running away screaming from the club when she found out about them like her namesake in the popular fairytale. He shook his head to free it of those disturbing thoughts, and getting back to his feet showed her the last picture he’d just taken.

“Just taking a picture of what’s mine, girl.”

Goldie glanced at the screen briefly and blushed crimson.

“No need to be ashamed, Goldilocks. You have the prettiest little cunt I’ve ever seen, and I can’t wait to claim it.”

The hopeful look she threw his way made him laugh, and he shook his head.

“Not today though.” He pulled the hemline of her pencil skirt down and tapped her nose.

“You can close your legs now, but remember what I said. No making yourself come, and no panties. I’ll be checking to make sure you follow that rule, and if you don’t…” He grinned at her sharp intake of breath when he swatted her ass twice.

“You won’t be able to sit that pretty behind of yours down for a week, got it?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, and he brushed his lips over hers, drinking in the scent of his woman.

“You have some homework to do first, and when I think you’re ready, we’ll be taking that step at the club.”

Her eyes widened anew at that proclamation.

“The club?” she asked. “Not the one all the staff is dying to find out about?”

Jason tapped her nose again and stepping away, pulled out the list of websites he’d printed off for her earlier out his trouser pocket.

“The very same, baby, only, you’re looking at the new owner. Well one of them. My sister and brother own a third each.”

“There’s more of you?” Her voice rose in her astonishment, and he knew now was the perfect time to test the waters.

“Yes, we’re triplets, and…” He let his words trail off waiting for her reaction, and she didn’t disappoint.

“Triplets? I guess that makes you really close, right?” she asked, and when he just shrugged his shoulders, she wrapped her arms around herself.

“Is there a reason you’re telling me this now?” she asked, and he nodded.

“Let’s just say, we like to share—everything.”


Available from Evernight Publishing and all other on-line retailers from September 1st.

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Author Bio

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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Release Day: Last Kiss

Legends of worlds past… A Mystery man with a gold coin… A promise of immortality.

Last Kiss

Three Worlds Press

Horror Short

Last Kiss Cover

Buried deep in the jungle is a prize, heightened by legends, sought by many, that could break Cesar free of the mines he longs to leave behind. When Arturo, the man with the gold coin, offers Cesar his chance for escape and fortunes he could only dream of, Cesar risks his life to stake his claim. With one last kiss, immortality could be his.


I’m really stoked the TWP decided to publish this. Last Kiss is one of those stories I thought would stay on my hard drive forever, mainly because I don’t do too many shorts anymore. They were my stepping stones to getting bigger works published. Still, you got to tip your hat to a story that’s well-rounded in a quick and dirty.

I’d like to thank Leona and Karen for showing me possible avenues for expanding this horror piece. Sometimes when you look at something for so long. you don’t see the path. It makes my happy to publish with them … and I’ll be giving more their way. If I don’t, Leona might send someone to hold my hostage until I do. 😀

Leona: Thanks for always believing in me throughout my days at that other publisher. I’m so stoked to be working with you again.

Authors Behaving Badly: Not Again

I have been writing since middle school, maybe around 7th grade. Back then I just did it for fun. In high school, I shared my stories with close friends. I was shy and was afraid to do anything else with it. My friends, of course, encouraged me to expand what I have in my first show vs tell moment. I took a creative writing course and didn’t understand the concept of a story being a mere 5 pages long. That lesson came later in life.

So that’s circa 1987, when I graduated. I didn’t stop writing, using an electronic typewriter with a small built in memory. Quite honestly, most if not all of that writing was crap. When I got married, I didn’t forget my passion but things get in the way when you get hitched–especially when your spouse is an attention whore. I found the world of online gaming. Not WoW but chatroom D&D. We used messageboards to put up character background so in a sense, I was still writing–and getting better.

The Kindle didn’t exist and I tried entering contests from big publishers to get noticed. I got rejection letters and brooded that they claim to want new talent but picked previously published authors. In hindsight, my writing wasn’t good enough.

So fast forward to 2000 or thereabouts. My son is in hockey and cub scouts. I’m the parent that is helping him with all of that. I use a laptop when I can to get a few words in during his hockey camps but in the end, I’d rather be involved in my son’s life. Sacrifices have to be made for the good of my kid. Besides, writing can be completed when he’s in bed. Not when my son dictated, when I–the parent–said so.

It wasn’t until 2011 that I got my first story published. I started with short stories and magazines because I knew I had to earn my keep. In 2012, my first novella was published. I did all of this while having to keep a household and 40 hour job. I’ve gotten several other publications along the way. So when I saw yet another author starting a Go Fund Me so they can get people to pay them to sit at home and write, I get a little on the pissy side.

What ever happened to fucking working for what you want? Let’s step into the world of the latest author waving an illusionary tin cup for funds to pay her bills starting with this ‘golden’ nugget.

Apparently to ask for assistance is a no-no. Too bad I’ve never cared what others thought of me. I’ve been told to apologize. That isn’t happening, at least not today.

#Funderc*nt It’s kinda catchy, has a ring to it. I think I’ll keep it.

Yeah. That’s just what the publishing world needs. Another author who doesn’t understand why other authors have a problem with this. Unfortunately this flippant attitude trickles down to other authors too. It’s bad enough we have pirating sites but we have to deal with what asshats like this do to the image of the writer.

But Wait! She’ll give you all this for donating! OOoooo……


Never mind, if you wanted to, you could buy all those things for less. Let’s break down her ‘pity me’ Go Fund Me plea down:

I’ve spent the last 5 years struggling to become a full time author. I’ve been working odd and part time jobs and writing at night. I’m tired, but I’ve managed to produce 4 series, 9 individual titles, (All big/real books).

Ever heard of J.K Rowling and what she did to get Harry Potter written? Read it. And someone pass it on to the self-proclaimed Fundercunt. Rowling finished her first Harry Potter book in 1995 but it wasn’t published until 1997. When did she start it? Fucking 1990. You want to talk about someone who waded through the mud–on her own for the most part while raising her children ALONE–this bad ass author is top on my list. Fun Fact: I’ve never read the Harry Potter series but my son has. He loves it to this day. Another Fun Fact: He started reading them in first grade. That’s my author pride there.

So boo-hoo-fucking-hoo on how long you’ve been doing it.

I’ve also produced 4 of these as audio books. (Invested $3500.00 just in the audio books).

I’m getting noticed and I’m getting awesome reviews on all of my books. I’m not however making enough to sit and write full time, (which would allow me to also sleep).

My goal is simple. I need to generate a $1000.00 a month. I do have partial support from my family. It’s not a full-time living by any means

Guess what: When you decide that you’re going the self-publishing route, you are going to pay more than someone who goes with a publisher. In checking, she’s got an average of 7-10 reviews per book. Not bang pop by any means. that’s not the point of my rant, however, so let’s continue.


Currently the sales of E-books and Audio books brings on average between $100-$200.00/month.

Most E-books sell for under $3.00, or less than a cup of coffee, and I get one dollar from that sale. Said E-book took me about 6 months to produce and roughly $1000.00 after paying for cover designers and editors.

Newsflash: None of her e-books are under $3. NONE. And the $1000 for editing and cover art? That’s a fair price. You know why? Editors and artists are trying to make a living too! GASP! PS: If you’re paying $3 for coffee, you’re doing it wrong. Again, I reference my J.K Rowling and how long it took her to get one book published.

Most readers are unaware it takes 20-30 hours of writing/editing/polishing time to produce 1 hour of readable/publishable material. Yes, its the most thankless, time consuming non-job on the planet.

Not sure where these stats came from or what the purpose is beyond the “poor me” stance. One hour of readable ….whaaa? My experience is quite different. I can type maybe 1000 words an hour uninterrupted by three kitties, housework, and reading myself. My son is self sufficient at 21 years. I’ve done NaNo and that’s 50k in a month of a rough draft. I’ve done NaNo since 2007 and it can be done while working and maintaining a house. That’s doing 1667 words a day so that’s two hours. Then there’s research depending on the type of book. History, for example, takes the most in my opinion. I can get lost in research sometimes. So maybe 2 hours for that too. World building is a whole other animal. I will say submitting to a publisher can take a long time depending on the publisher but this author doesn’t bother so, again, I doubt she’s only making a dollar a sale. Plus, she’s on Kindle unlimited to so …. excuse me while I call bullshit.

Any and all help would be immensely appreciated and I am happy to gift my books to supporters.

If you want to chat or have questions you can friend me and then PM me through the facebook messenger system, or send a message through gofundme.

Once you donate, please do contact me directly so I can gift you the titles/formats you’ve selected. 🙂

She appreciates it but she’s not going to apologize for not earning her keep. I work a 40 hour job and have a house that I am responsible for cleaning as a single-almost-divorced person. Oh did I mention I’m an artist of sorts too?

My artwork ... because I can art without needing Patreon.

My artwork … because I can art without needing Patreon.

This post isn’t to light the torch and go all mob mentality because I loathe that more. No matter what I think of this person, I will not advocate or condone drive by one stars one Goodreads. Fucking stop trolling people. I will say, however, speak your piece on social media. Twitter the shit out of it if you want. If you didn’t buy/read her books, you have no right to judge them. Start a petition or write a letter to Go Fund Me about this. Go Fund Me shouldn’t be about paying someone’s bills so they can write–there are grants for that. It’s about, IMO, helping people in a bind when they lose a child to cancer and the bills are racking up. That is a cause, not someone not willing to pay their dues in blood, sweat, and tears like the rest of us.

I have one more tidbit to share. Take it for what you will but do notice the dates when considering the context and see if you spot the hypocrisy I did. Me? Calling someone out on their shit isn’t bullying. I’ll give that the one-star drive by–as I’ve stated numerous times before–is a form of bullying. The only time I did that? When some douchebag plagiarized other people’s books. That is my only exception so don’t be one-star fucktards … or authors that rate their own books. Additionally, going to an author’s page and having a spat IS bullying.

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