Wednesday, 22 June 2016

#MidWeekTease... and?

where I say...

I'm teasing you...

‘I have a headache.’ It was almost true, Lydia thought as she glanced up at her mama from under her lashes. If she were forced to fall in with her parent’s intentions it would no longer be a white lie. Even thinking about the evening’s so-called entertainment made her tense. ‘Can I not give the ball a miss and you make my apologies to Lady Raith?’ After all, she’d spend most of the night as a wallflower—not that she minded that at all—it was the fact she would be forced to dance with whomsoever her hostess foisted her upon her that she hated. Supper would be agony as whichever gentleman had been coerced into escorting her, attended to her for the bare minimum of time politeness dictated and then disappeared. ‘Seriously, mama let me have a night off. I am not interested and you know it.’
Mrs Field sighed, frowned and felt Lydia’s forehead. ‘You’re not heated and your complexion is normal. I’m sure you’ll be fine once you are there.’ There was a note of finality in her voice that hinted Lydia take heed.
Poor mama. She was Lydia thought with a surge of amusement, ever optimistic. In this case it was sadly misplaced. Her vivacious mama was once considered an incomparable, and even now in her fifties showed the beauty she once was. To her, fancy gowns, parties and balls were the spice of life and she couldn’t understand how her daughter hated them.
Perhaps I was swapped with someone else at birth?
‘Beside,’ Mrs Field continued, ‘how else will you find a…’
‘Mama.’ Lydia held her hand up to stop her mama speaking. ‘Do not dare mention a husband. I am almost six and twenty and not interested in the gentlemen who are interested in me.’ Not that there were many these days. Lydia knew she had perfected the art of fading into the furnishings to perfection. ‘You know I do not suit them, and you also know that I prefer it that way.’ She squeezed her mama’s shoulder in silent sympathy. ‘I’m not you. I really don’t see the benefit of being a wife. After all, where would I find a man so perfect as papa?’

It was an exaggeration. She loved her papa—as far as you could love someone rarely there—but he was most definitely the head of the house and her mama deferred to him in all things. Her mama never had an independent thought or idea, unless Lydia mused wryly it appertained to the problem of Lydia’s almost old maid status. She was definitely one reason why Lydia had no intention of becoming a wife. How her mama could put up with the indifference shown to her, Lydia couldn’t comprehend.

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love R x

Sunday, 19 June 2016

#SexySnippets Married or not?

Hi and welcome to #SexySnippets, where you get seven sentences from a book or WIP

Today I'm going back in time to 1818, Scotland, where Fraser and Morven meet for the first time and years and discuss something worrying.


Secrets never stay buried for long…
Reluctant heiress Lady Morven Weston is tired of her mother interfering in her love affairs. At twenty-six there’s only so many more society balls she can attend before resigning herself to life as an unmarried maid.
But when Lord Fraser Napier, the man Morven ran wild with one long, hot summer, returns to Scotland, his shocking revelations change everything. Fraser never annulled their whirlwind marriage all those years ago!

Preparing to take up his ancestral seat, Fraser’s not letting go of his secret bride that easily – he needs an heir. It’s only a matter of time before Morven surrenders to Fraser’s seductive touch and finds herself in his bed…

and your #Sexy Snippets...

Morven saw stars in front of her eyes and there was a horrible buzzing noise in her ears. Louder than a wasp that flew around her head it gave her a hazy, out of the world feeling. Had Scotland got a new insect she knew nothing of that addled her brains?
‘Did you…’ It was ridiculous. Her hearing had to be defective. Fraser couldn’t have said he needed to discover if they were husband and wife, surely? 

The Scottish Lord's Secret Bride is up for preorder on Amazon and Kobo...

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love  R x

Wednesday, 15 June 2016

#MidWeekTease With The Vampire's Breakfast

Happy whateverdayitis and welcome to this week's #MidWeekTease.

And a tease from Kera Faire's book, The Vampire's Breakfast, out tomorrow. (Sorry, no cover, so it'll be a reveal and a publication all at once I think)


The vampires are due to have breakfast.
But who are the vampires and who are the food?
Rafe and Dorissa mesh. They love what they do to—and for—each other.
Now they have one hot, sex-fuelled night to find out if their connection is strong enough to cope with anything they encounter.
As dawn breaks, and they discover what happens next, their lives will be changed forever.
But will it be in the way either of them think?

(source, Pinterest)

and your #MidWeekTease

When the sky is dark and the time is right,
Vampires emerge to dance in the night.
To eat, play, and love, and think that they might…
Take one extra bite before it gets light.


“What do you mean, it’s vampires at dawn?” Dorissa stroked the pale lemon silk of her ball gown into place, noted how the neckline skimmed the swell of her breasts at just the right place to tease and tantalize and looked up at the elegant man who stood next to her. Did he really know what he was saying?
His domino mask dangled from his fingertips, and the strings danced in the slight breeze that also ruffled the wayward curls of her hair. His hair of course remained exactly as he intended. How did he manage that? Dorissa tucked one lock behind her ear. No one could ever call her neat and tidy.
 Thank goodness.
He grinned and she thought the sobriquet, ‘saturnine devil’ could have been coined for him.
“You heard me. Exactly.” As per usual, his comments were brief in the extreme. Sometimes it irked her more than others. This was one of those times.
Damn him. Just for once can’t he expand on his replies? Tell me what he really means?
“I thought it was a mere masked ball?” Did she manage to keep the petulance out of her tone? It was hard to say, but she rather thought she’d succeeded. This time. Until he essayed his devilish grin—the one that could undo all her good intentions if she were not careful—twirled the mask until she went dizzy looking at it, bent, and kissed her nape. As ever his kisses made her scalp tighten. The graze of his teeth over her soft skin made her inner muscles contract and her juices gather. Her nipples hardened to the point of pain and it was all she could do not to beg him to take them into his mouth. To suckle, nip and tease and release some of the pleasure-pain there. The stings and tingles increased until she moaned and swayed toward him. How she made herself not stretch out and hold on she had no idea.
“Hell, isn’t it?’ He flicked his nail over her nipple. “I can show you something much better. Soon.”
Soon. She licked her lips and glanced at his groin. His staff was outlined in glorious detail under his knee breeches.
“Not just that,” he said, as he trailed his fingers over the tiny hollow at the base of her chin. His thumb and forefinger tightened so briefly on her skin she wondered if she’d imagined it. “A masked ball is paltry compared to this. It’s said at dawn we unmask and see who are vampires and who are mere mortals. The hint of the sun, the kiss of the dew …. Allegedly.” He inclined his head. “And who am I to argue? Then we congratulate each other on our disguises, admire our audacity and go to have breakfast.”
She snorted. Some ladies would do anything to get the cream of the ton to attend their extravaganzas. Little did they know. “Choose your feast and bite?” she asked him sweetly. “Eat it up, one nibble at a time?”
He smiled and those glints of amber—beware—showed in the depths of his eyes. They pinned her in place like a butterfly caught for the lepidopterist to feast their eyes on, never to escape and fly again. His for the taking. Or was she? Her to know and him to discover. Later.
“Something like that. Are you not a believer, Dorissa?” The tiny nip he gave her soft skin sent delicious tingles down her spine and into her cunt. Oh so much emotion, all from a tiny touch. But what a touch. The hairs on her arms stood on end, and miniscule droplets of perspiration gathered on them. “Do you disagree?’ he asked softly. “Think it can’t happen?”
She squeezed her thighs together to stop the steady trickle of her juices from sliding down her legs. Rafe was all too likely to lift her skirts, see the evidence of how he made her feel, and taste it. Before flipping her over and taking her there and then. Sadly, with this damned ball looming, they didn’t have time.
“Shall I be a vampire, Dorissa?” Rafe continued in that same soft velvet and steel voice. “Bite you, and drink your blood?” The gleam in his eyes made her ache to answer. But what would he think if she did? “Suck you dry?”
Wait, just wait.
“Then,” Rafe continued, “mark you as mine. For me and no one else. Before I turn you and make you thus forever in that other world? Would you like that, Dorissa? To belong, to be mine, and only that?” His voice deepened and became husky with something she couldn’t define. “For no other person or entity to feast their eyes,” he paused and licked his lips, “or anything else, on you.” He stroked his rough tongue over her sweat-slicked skin, and she mewled. “I want more, Dorissa. I want it all.”

The Vampire's Breakfast by Kera Faire will be out on 16th June from Evernight Publishing and available on their site, Amazon, Are and Bookstrand.

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Happy reading,

love R x