Why do we love billionaires and virgins? Doris O’Connor shares

Hello everyone. My name is Doris and I’m delighted to be here at Sexy Romance Stories today. I was talking to my good friend Raven the other day, and she was having a bit of a rant about the word Trope. Now I laughed and teased her bit, because she really doesn’t like that word, but it got me thinking back to when I first started writing. I had no idea what in the dickens a Trope was. I’m sure you all know what a Romance Trope is. 🙂

However, back then I didn’t know what POV was or head hopping, passive voice etc. to name but a few.

I’m still not all that familiar with the correct terminology if I’m honest, because I have never read a how to write romance book in my life. Mention the idea of plotting and my eyes glaze over, and my muse dies a little. You see, I’m a panster (yes, I did learn that term, lol). I start off with a vague idea and I let my characters guide me.  I never know what is going to happen when I sit down to write, and even when I have more than just a vague idea, my characters will go off on a tangent.

That is exactly what happened with The Billionaires Unwanted Virgin. I was aiming for a much lower heat level, but then my hero decided that he needed a wife, and once they were married all bets were off. These two sizzle and their Marriage Of Convenience (yes, I use a well-known Romance Trope—I did learn what that word means—lol) turns into a love match.

There’s plenty of twists and turns and emotional angst on their way to their Happy Ever After, of course.

I leave you with the blurb a hot and definitely Adult only excerpt.


Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy.  When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.

Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.

Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, rimming, anal sex, wax play, erotic asphyxiation


He’d bound her to him with the ridiculous terms of their arrangement, and he had no idea how she really felt about him. That her body desired him, of that there was no doubt. Could there ever be more between them? Was the trust she exhibited in her submission to him enough to build a relationship on?

Would she want to stay with him once the arranged time was over? His little Alice was a romantic. Would she settle for a life with what little he had to offer, knowing full well that he was incapable of ever saying the words every woman wanted to hear?

“Lakota?” Her uncertain whisper shook him out his maudlin thoughts. This was here, and this was now. He would live in the moment and worry about all that later. Right now he had his woman where he wanted her.

“I’m here, my sweet. Relax.”

She drew in a breath and another, in a visible effort to calm her nerves, and he bent down and kissed her again.

“Remember those candles you admired on that stall in Colombo, my sweet?”

She stilled completely and her breaths grew choppier, and he smiled.

“I see that you do… Now, feel their kiss, and fly for me.”

He’d gone hard as nails in the middle of the crowded market at her innocent reaction to his whispered comment that these were far more than scented candles. He’d bought them on impulse, waiting for the right moment to introduce them. He knew her well enough by now to know how far he could push her, and he wanted to give her the pleasure this play brought.

She flinched at the first drop of wax hit her just below the collarbone, and he swiped the drop away, watching her closely for her reaction. Again and again he repeated the process, until she arched into the touch of the wax on her skin.

He drew patterns around her breasts, leaving the wax to settle, and letting the flame burn a little hotter each time. Her breathing changed to the slow, deep state of relaxed awareness he wanted her to be in as he scribed what was in his heart on her quivering tummy.

By the time he was done his dick was just about ready to explode, and Alice was so wet, the covers were stained under her ass. He smiled to himself at the face of housekeeping in the morning and poured one last heavy drop of wax over her hugely distended clit at the same time as he thrust his cock into the tight clasp of her body, with a growled, “Come for me, baby.”


Alice came so hard and so fast she could barely catch her breath. The sensation of the hot wax dripping over her most sensitive flesh coupled with the feel of him sliding deep into her core, his weight pinning her in place proved too much.

She was dimly aware of Lakota reaching his own pinnacle in record time, and then she was free. Released from her bonds and held securely in his arms, she blinked to get her eyes to focus.

Her body was covered in multi-colored patters of wax, and he’d traced a word into her lower abdomen—Mine.

Alice bit back her tears, and Lakota’s hands settled over her fingers tracing the word. She looked at him, and she held her breath at the emotion she glimpsed in his eyes, before he masked it.

“I will run you a bath, and you can soak it off. I’m not going near that beautiful skin of yours with a knife.”

“Do we have to take it off?”

He grew very still at her husky question, and his voice was hoarse when he finally answered.

“I don’t want you getting sore. This is your first time. We don’t know how your skin will react.”

Alice smiled at the protectiveness and concern behind those words.

“I seem to be having a lot of firsts around you, Mr. Kemnay.”

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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.

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5 thoughts on “Why do we love billionaires and virgins? Doris O’Connor shares

  1. Thanks again for having me here today 🙂
    @Kiru, enjoy your hot date!
    @Dee, lol. have fun googling, and I’m so glad you loved Lakota 😀
    @Jennifer, yeah it happens all the time. If it’s not the heat level, then it’s the direction of the story. My characters always surprise me.
    @Maggie, Thank you 🙂

  2. Oh yes, those tropes! You know what – it’s all in the execution of the story. Making it same – but different! Your story looks really HOT Doris! Thanks for dropping by today.

  3. Very hot excerpt, Doris! Interesting that your hero and heroine dictated a level of heat that was different to what you had in mind – I find that happens sometimes too 🙂 Look forward to reading this one.

  4. Hi, Doris
    Welcome to SRS. A few years ago I certainly didn’t know what tropes meant or any of the other writing jargons. It’s amazing how much you learn when you take an interest in something.

    Love the excerpt. I have a date with Lakota soon. 🙂

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