Review: Auctioned To Protect by Doris O’Connor

Title: Auctioned to Protect
Genre: Erotica, Contemporary, BDSM
Long Blurb:
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?

SJ’s Review:

I’m a huge fan of Doris O’Connor. Every time I pick up one of her books, she hooks me quick and I’m transported into the lives of her characters. Her stories are always sexy and they’re always well written. Lately, I’ve been curious to read a book with a dominatrix. So, when I saw that her next release had one, I was quick to read it.

Auctioned To Protect is the second in her Spectrum Auctions series. I read the first in the series, Auctioned to the Honorable Dom and loved it. It’s a must read. You can read my review here.

Auctioned to protect is a wild sexy ride. In the beginning I had my doubts that Mistress Scarlett would be able to dominate brass cop, Mike, but boy was I wrong.  As Mike puts it, she messed with his fucking mind. She surprised him for sure. Once he had a taste of the delicious ride she could take him on, he wanted more, and more, and more.

This book also has a down right scary element that’s going after Mistress Scarlett. Doris does a fabulous job of keeping you on your toes and riding the wave of suspense. Her writing pushes you to turn those pages faster so you can find out if everything will be okay.

Auctioned to protect delivers everything it promised and then some.

The epilogue from the first book gave me an idea of what I was in for in the second book for which I got. 🙂 The epilogue in the second book does the same thing for what I hope will be the third book. I’m going to have to read that one. What a great series. Each book is different. Got to love that.

Auctioned to Protect is definitely a five star read and I highly recommend it.

I was given a copy of both books in exchange for my honest and fair review.

“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
“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
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
“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.”
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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Spotlight: Anna Doubles Down by Missy Martine

Anna Doubles Down

by:  Missy Martine

Publisher: Siren Publishing
Length:   140 pages
Sub-Genres: Time Travel, Ménage

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Anna can’t believe how much the woman in the picture looks like her. They could be twins, except the picture was taken in 1871. Either she’s a relative, or Anna had a past life in Hamilton, Nevada. Either way, the temptation to visit the old ghost town is too much. She and her friend Kat travel west. While off exploring on her own, Anna is knocked unconscious when she falls down the steps in the saloon. She can hardly believe her eyes when she wakes. Beau and Zeke won the Silver Rush Saloon in a poker game and have been partners and secret lovers for over ten years. They don’t know what to make of the woman they found half-dressed in their cellar. She claims to know something terrible that’s about to happen to their town and needs their help. Will Anna be able to win their love and trust before it’s too late?


Work-roughened palms with long, tapering fingers roughly untied the rope at her waist and yanked the loose pants down her thighs. She groaned and let her fingers slide through Zeke’s hair when he nuzzled her mound over the satiny cloth of her thong. “Darlin’, you’ve got some of the strangest drawers I’ve ever seen. There’s practically nothing to ’em.” He ran his thumb over the silky nub of her panties eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.

Beau pulled her hand away, forcing her arms back as he unfastened and pulled off her shirt. She became pliant as he kissed every inch of the skin he exposed, his hand sliding down her back to rest on the swell of her ass. She could feel him tugging on the elastic of her thong. “I wanna see you, Anna.”

“Yeah, me too.” Zeke slid the tiny scrap of material down her legs letting his fingers run through her feminine curls. “You’re so silky here.”

“Let me see.” Beau’s hand snaked around her hip, his fingers skimming over her pussy lips. “Damn, she’s sopping wet.”

Zeke reached between her legs to brush a fingertip across the hood of her throbbing clit. “I can’t wait any longer, Beau.” He dropped to his knees and rubbed her swollen clit with his thumb. Leaning close, he replaced his hand with his mouth and ran his tongue up the slit of her wet pussy.

“No!” Anna cried out when Beau pulled her away from the fiery pleasure of Zeke’s mouth.

“Patience, Anna. We just need to get a little more comfortable.” He scooped her into his arms and tossed her onto the bed. Now we can all get down to business.”

Anna watched the two men quickly strip off their clothes. Their chiseled, work-roughened features causing the breath to catch in her throat. Both men sported impressive erections, and both were already leaking pre-cum. She swallowed hard. “What about protection?”

Beau gave her a wink as he climbed onto the bed. “Don’t worry, honey. We’ll make sure to pull out in time. We won’t be leaving you with a babe.”

Anna forced herself to concentrate as Zeke snuggled close on her other side. “No, that’s not what I mean. You can’t get me pregnant, at least not right now.”

Zeke placed a hand on her chin and forced her gaze up to his. “I’m so sorry, Anna. You can’t have children?”

“No, I mean yes, I probably can. I just wouldn’t be able to get pregnant for a few months. I just had my Depo shot before we left on vacation.” She sighed at the puzzled frowns on their faces. “It’s an injection the doctor gives me a few times a year that keeps me from getting pregnant. That way I get to decide when I want to have a baby.”

“Guess we don’t have to ask if you’ve been with a man before.” Beau smoothed the hair away from her face.

“Well, yes, I’ve had a couple of relationships with men.” She watched their faces carefully. “Does that make a difference?”

“Absolutely not!”

“No, honey, not at all.”

Anna giggled. “I’m glad it doesn’t bother you.”

“If you can’t conceive a child, then why were you asking about protection?” Zeke moved over and settled between her spread thighs.

His warm breath on her stomach made it difficult for Anna to voice her thoughts. “I meant condoms, you know, for disease.” She took a deep breath. “Not that I’m sick or anything, I mean I’m clean and I’m sure you are, too, but it always pays to be careful.” She could feel herself flushing as she rambled on.

“What are you—”

“I know what she’s talking about.” Beau ran his hand through Zeke’s hair. “I read about ’em. Some kind of little coverings men could use to catch their seed so they didn’t spill into their woman’s body.”

“I never heard of such a thing.” Zeke leaned close and blew gently on her spread pussy. “As far as I know there’s nothing like that around here.”

Anna groaned and closed her eyes as she brushed her hand along the bristly roughness of his unshaven beard. She could feel the muffled heat of his breath flicker across her abdomen. “I guess it’ll have to be okay then.” She lost the ability to talk when Zeke stroked her clit with his thumb, his fingers working their way inside her. She began to pant as he rubbed gentle circles around the tiny nub.

“You’re so beautiful.” Beau kissed her eyelids softly, his hand caressing across the skin of her chest. His lips roamed over to her earlobe and then down the side of her neck while his fingers teased the sensitive tip of her breast, making maddeningly slow circles around the peak. He pinched and kneaded each nipple in turn before lifting her breast in his hand. He circled her nipple with his tongue just before he sucked it deep inside his mouth.

“Spread your legs wider,” Zeke ordered. He settled his upper body even lower between her spread thighs and licked her from bottom to top. “God, you taste like sweet honey.” He laved her most intimate places with his hot tongue, stroking down her slit and back up, swirling around her pulsing clit.

Anna groaned harshly when Beau’s thumb circled her nipple, torturing it into a hard bud before sucking it deep into his mouth. She couldn’t stop a moan from escaping when she felt the sharp nip of his teeth on her tender flesh.

Zeke opened her folds with his fingers and began to lick her clit in earnest while he penetrated her sheath with his fingers. He plucked and teased her swollen nub, slipping his thick index finger in and out before tracing her cleft again.

“Oh, God,” she cried out, her hips bucking off the mattress as an orgasm washed through her senses.

Zeke threw a hand across her abdomen, holding her still as he lapped and sucked until the last wave of pleasure receded.


I was born, and raised in the great southern state of Tennessee. In my youth, I studied nursing, and spent several happy years working in the hospitals there until I branched out into medical management in 1980.

In 1998 I was managing a medical supply house in Chattanooga, when I met the love of my life. The only problem facing me then, he lived way out in Oklahoma. You see, we had met in a chat room!

He romanced me daily with love letters, flowers and phone calls. It wasn’t long before I uprooted myself, and moved west to join him. We married in 1999, and then continued our fantasy romance all over the world. Together we have traveled in almost all of the Continental United States, and taken trips to Canada and China.

I retired from working in 2002 and it wasn’t long before my husband was encouraging me to find some kind of outlet to occupy my time, something that was challenging, and rewarding. I was already obsessed with reading about romance, and I began to think I could probably write a good, romantic story. My husband heartily agreed with me. With that encouragement, I began writing my first book. I wasn’t really convinced that anyone else would find it interesting, but he pressed me to take a chance and send it in to a publisher. To my surprise, it was accepted, and now I’m able to share it with readers everywhere who like a “happily ever after” story.

Today, I’m living in California with my, still romantic, husband of twelve years, and our boys. Our boys consist of Beau, Midnight, and Bubba, three male cats that allow us to live with them and serve them at their leisure. I continue to write almost daily, hoping that someone, somewhere will get the same enjoyment from reading my stories, that I get from writing them.


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