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Thursday, May 17, 2012

Author Spotlights Alexandria O'Hurley

I am so honored and pleased to bring you one of the hottest Authors of Erotica out there today. Her blog Oh Alex cranks the temp to sweltering at the same time very informative. Who knew Slot A could actually turn and bend into slot X?
Alex knew that's who.

And I have a special treat for you. Alexandria is going to give away your choice of a PDF copy of either The Virgin Who Cried Wolf or Park and Ride. Just answer the question:
Where is the sexiest place you’ve done the dirty?
  Best answer to the Question wins and will be posted on both our blogs.
To help you choose which one you want here is a teaser of each book.

Excerpt – The Virgin Who Cried Wolf
©Alexandra O’Hurley, 2012

“Why can’t I just have my braies back?”
“Because a lady doesn’t wear trousers.”
“I can’t ride a horse in a gown.”
“You won’t be riding a horse tonight.”  Perhaps riding something else, but definitely not a horse.  His cock began to swell once more as the thought of pressing into her welcoming heat.
“I don’t like gowns.”
“Your clothes smelled of horse.  Wear the gown or go naked.  Either will be fine with me.” 
Her eyes finally found his again as she seemed to weigh if he were serious or not.  “Fine, give me the gown.”
He lifted his arm and remained where he was, forcing her to come retrieve the thing from his hands.  Thessa rolled her eyes to heaven and sighed, clearly affronted by his act.  She stomped toward him and snatched the fabric from him.  Once she’d donned the gown, he turned her and began to dry her long hair.
She reached behind her and fought him, pulling her hair so she could braid to once more.  “It’ll dry just fine like this.”
He snatched it back from her and released the half-worked braid, pulling the long strands out and around her face.  His mother’s silver brush was on the stand beside the tub.  She eyed it warily as he lifted it around to her head.  The bristled worked through the coppery strands on her head and he gently worked through a few knots as gently as he could.
There was something incredibly erotic in doing these intimate actions for her.  The brush slid through her soft hair like walking through summer wheat, and smelled as fresh.  His cock had been hard the entire time he’d dried her and brushed her hair.  He knew she’d felt the head swipe across her lower back from time to time as he brushed, as her body had stiffened with each one.  Instinct demanded that he press her to the cold stone floor and claim her.  But he reigned in the call yet again.
His beast was restless.  But he wasn’t giving in to his instinct and so the beast was becoming wild.  He felt the change forcing its way through his limbs and he was on the edge of control to keep the animal at bay.  A long, hard run through the woods would have to follow dinner if she were to keep her virginity till the morning.  Envisioning her running at his side, playing a deliciously decadent game of cat and mouse was enough to make him growl low in his chest. 
She looked over her shoulder tentatively, her hazel eyes shifting between desire and fear.  But there was also a mischievous glint.  He was quite sure thoughts of running from him were swirling through her mind yet again.  And he hadn’t truly punished her for the last time.
The silver brush still rested in his hand.  Swatting her ass with the metal, she gasped.  He leaned into her ear, licking the lobe. 
“That was for running from me.”
He raised the brush again, the light from the lantern hitting the back and glittering across the room.  The impact struck her other cheek.  The scent of her arousal flooded the room and garnered another low growl in response.  His claws burst from his fingers as he fought to cage his beast.
Raynd picked the best, and worst, moment to peek into the door.  “Dinner will be ready shortly, you need to dress, Caelan.”
Caelan glowered at Raynd who immediately picked up the scent in the room and looked over the both of them.  Thessa’s head dropped in shame, and that shame blackened Caelan to the core.  She’d wanted his touch, burned for him.  Her eyes had pleaded for his caresses.  Disgusted, he threw the brush on the stand and stalked from the room.

Excerpt - Park and Ride
From her height in the SUV, she could see into the interior, and saw a man alone at the steering wheel.  She could not see his face, only from his massive chest down to the tops of his jeans clad thighs.  He had no shirt on and she clearly saw the deep ridges of his chiseled abs from her vantage point.  His thick, muscled hand rubbed his stomach before moving lower, to his silver belt buckle. 
Hello!  He is perfectly built.  A girl’s wet dream. So, he’s not a killer, just a pervert.  My kind of man.
He slowly undid the buckle with one hand and pulled open the clasp.  Button undone, she could see his cock beneath the heavy denim start to come to life, thickening and spreading the material taut.  Her own fingers fisted at the sight of his apparent length.  A man like that was hard to find and she’d been lucky enough to stumble across him.
His long fingers reached for the zipper and grabbed the clasp, pulling the mechanism down slowly, inch by inch.  She could almost hear the swoosh of the sound in her head as her panties dampened from the lusty scene beside her.
Eyes back on the road, she swerved slightly as she realized she was coasting close to his car.  She returned her gaze as quickly as possible to the scene beside her, not able to stop watching the man’s deliciously naughty performance for more than a few seconds.
His broad, tanned hand slid under the waistband of his dark boxer briefs and he began to touch himself, not allowing her a glimpse of the flesh he obviously stroked beneath the soft jersey. She felt her own clit thicken; the electric pulses running through the nub of flesh forced her to emit a soft moan in response. Her tight pencil skirt prevented her from fondling herself in return, though she ached to follow his lead.
Two white-knuckled fists on the steering wheel, she watched in utter fascination as the stranger pumped his own cock, just out of her view.  She looked up again, correcting her course, and when she looked back, the thick head of his cock was finally visible above the waistband.  The broad tip hinted at an incredibly thick shaft and a shot of longing speared through her.  He raised his hips momentarily and pulled his jeans down just a few inches, so they rode his narrow hips.
The stranger returned his hand to his groin, rubbing his erection through his boxers before pulling them down a few inches as well, allowing his cock to jump from the space.  It was glorious, long enough to entice, thick enough to spread a woman’s pussy wide upon entry.  A nest of dark curls surrounded the base and traveled up to his navel, tapering off in the ascent. More juices collected in her panties at the sight of one of the hottest cocks she’d ever seen.
Kellee licked her lips, swiping her tongue over the dried flesh, her mouth watering to taste the stiff shaft he now held in his hand.  She lifted her hips and tried to pull her skirt up to her waist to no avail.  She lost speed and nearly sideswiped his car in the attempt.  Stuck watching the sexy man jerk off with no ability to surrender to the same caresses from her own fingers was a torture no woman should have to endure.
His hand confidently stroked up and down his shaft. He knew exactly what he liked, and when he pinched the thick head, she imagined a pearl of fluid rose from the tip.  She licked her lips once more, enamored with the idea of tasting the salty cum, wondering what flavor it was.  In between heaven and hell, she watched as his muscled arm rose up and down, working his dick in practiced strokes.  His hips began pumping in time with the movement and she knew that his release was nearing.
Kellee’s heart dipped, for as soon as he was done, she was sure he would race away, leaving her to travel the next hour, alone once more, battling her racing heart and needing the relief of her fingers plunging into her wet pussy.  But just as she thought she would see a wide arc of cum spread across his tanned abdomen, he stopped his movements, pinching the tip of his cock.
She caught her breath, as if she could will him to stop, to stay with her and play some more.  Her eyes returned to the road and then back to him.  Both his hands were on the wheel as his cock lay flat against his navel, still hard.  She could see his rapid breaths and knew he was attempting to quiet his raging heart and hold back his inevitable release.  Kellee felt the ache in her pussy and needed him to return to motion, move his sexy hand along his large cock once more.
A mile passed with no more.  Another.  The light remained on, he remained at her side, but nothing.  Was this another torture?  She bit back the desire to honk her horn, try to sideswipe his car, anything that would stir him into performing for her.  Sweat formed at her brow from simple need.  She needed him to continue as much as she needed her next breath.

Tough choice I for one wouldn't know which one to choose. I was so excited when Alexandria agreed to come on my blog. I always wanted to find out more about the Lady behind the books. You're in for a special treat as I present Alexandria O'Hurley.
Do you do anything to get you into the zone to write?   
TBH, not really…I rarely listen to music, but on occasion I do.  I occasionally test out some ideas beforehand if I have a willing partner…lol

 Which authors inspire your writing?
 I read voraciously, and tend to devour an author that I find and like.  I went through the BDB boys, just finished up the IAD series…hard, tough heroes that are awesomely drawn on paper.  Lora Leigh’s Bound Hearts or Nauti series are some of my favorites. I’ve read almost everything Katie MacAlister has written.  I love her humor, although I’ll have to say her heroines have become a little insipid in my mind, especially when compared to others.  But she still makes me laugh out loud…and I typically like to have some comedic spots in the things I write.

What is your favorite book, character and why?
Whatever I am currently reading and loving.  There is absolutely no way I can say that ONE is the best of my favorites. 

Do you prefer to write erotic or sweet?
Erotic!  I don’t read sweet, so I wouldn’t even know what to do with that.

Which famous person, living or dead,  are you drawn to?
Janis Joplin.  She was loud, brash, and ahead of her time.

Where do you see yourself in five years?
Hopefully writing full time in the little house I’ve recently fallen in love with.

Finish this sentence: I know I’ve made it when_______________?
I can quit my full-time job.

What advice would you give aspiring writers?
For them to treat it like a career and not a hobby.  And to touch their work every, single day, even if it’s only to write a line or two…a writing habit needs to be formed.

What do you see yourself writing in the future?
I enjoy erotic romance, I don’t see that coming to an end.  I would really like to try my hand at more historical.  I’ve done one and I think the family members deserve a little more time to shine.  I really enjoyed writing that particular story.

If you could have one superpower what would it be and why?
To fly.  It would so cure my road rage.

What time of the day are you at your best to write?
Evenings seem to work better for me, though.  But I will write when the muse moves me.

And now for something completely different…

What do you look at first with an attractive man or woman, face, body or smile?
Eyes.  I have a serious yen for nice eyes.

Explain your perfect day.
Spending a sunny day with my kiddo…no matter where.  The beach, some sand, and a kite sounds pretty relaxing to me.  But we had just as much fun landscaping our front yard.  As long as it’s quality time spent with my favorite person – her – it’s all good.  She’s 16, and I know that the time we have is precious.  College and her life beckon.

What is the most decadent desert you can’t say no to?
Warm chocolate lava cake with vanilla ice cream.  It should be outlawed.

Do you have a favorite holiday what is it and what makes it special to you?
I just love the vibe from Oct – Dec, everyone seems happier, nicer.  Beautiful colors, all the fun holidays.  Fall is my happy time.

What key words describe you best?
Vociferous (learned that one in 10th grade and it just fit too well not to stick), Honest (sometimes to a fault), and Loyal


  1. Okay, here goes... on the outside deck of the Cape May ferry while traveling to Delaware with my husband. It was sunset, the lights hadn't come on yet, there was a nice breeze, and beautiful scenery(even though we didn't pay that much attention to the scenery).
    Both books sound amazing. Can't wait to read them. Thanks for the giveaway.


  2. Oh my, I have quite a few. Some might not ready consider sexy, more like naughty. So here it goes...
    I was in an upscale night club in in Manhattan. My boyfriend at the time and I were getting hot and heavy on the dance floor. Before I know if he takes me up to the V.I.P. section and corners me between the fire exit and the banister for the dance floor and the rest is history... Yes, I thought it was pretty sexy (and naughty). Oh my, just thinking about it gets my a bit hot :)

    Both books sound great and I wish you the very best of success with them!

    Thank you for the chance to win!

    dragonlady 029 @ aol . com

  3. What up, O'Hurley!

    Sexiest place to have done it: it's a toss up among three choices...

    (1) In a Ferris wheel overlooking Tokyo Bay.
    (2) In a parking lot -- no, we weren't in a car.
    (3) On a sofa in front of about twenty strangers.