Friday, 27 November 2015

The Color of Love blog hop

Hi everyone.  (or one person and the cat)

Welcome to the color of love blog hop. Where we celebrate love...

After all isn't it love that makes the world go round? Love that gives us hope...and a warm squishy feeling inside. Love that gives us hope?

Lots of authors have joined together to offer a prize, and you can catch them all on the linky list below. I'm gifting an eCopy of Nina's Dom on here to one commenter who tells me what you think is the most important facet of love?

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To join in and try to win a book box go to the links below. There's two lovely boxes to win here...

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hope you all enjoy the hop...

Hopping with you...

love R x

Wednesday, 25 November 2015

#MidWeekTease ... where Angie and Cam recomfirm their limits...

This week, I has a wonder of what to tease you with. I seem to be having three books out soon, and it was ohhh which one. So I decided, arbitrarily I must admit not to use any of them.

Instead, this week's #MidWeekTease is from last year's Christmas book, which is on offer from Evernight for only 99cents at the moment.

I've no idea how long for though...

here's your tease...

"Do you love me?" Angie asked him.
 Cam cleared his suddenly dry throat, and wished to hell he had his tankard of ale handy. "Why do you ask?"
"It's not usual for a couple to be in love is it? Isn't it supposed to be convenient and expedient and a good match?"
Cam nodded. "All of those, but love may come into it." He hesitated. The air was still and heavy, as if every mote of dust waited along with Angelina for his answer. "I loved you, I still love you. I saw you, wanted you and soon realized that what I felt was more than want and lust. You completed me. My life was unfulfilled until we met."
She stared at him, and as he looked back, the color returned to her skin, and she breathed erratically. Cam took hold of her wrist and felt her pulse leap. "It's true, my love. It may be unfashionable, but we decided we wouldn't be conventional members of the ton and follow their diktat. We would be the Camberleys and make our own rules. One of which was to mean what it says in our wedding vows. We would love and honor each other."
"And obey?"
He laughed, and Angelina grinned at him.
"You told me you crossed your fingers when you said that, because you would only obey me at the appropriate times." Cam said, and tugged her earlobe. "You also, whether you meant to or not, gave me an insight into your psyche. So if you do this." He tugged her lobe once more. "It's a sure sign you don't really mean what you say."
"Sounds about right." She knelt on the floor in front of him, and looked upwards so he could see the mischief lurking in her eyes. "And did we define when those times were?"
"When I demand obedience and you agree, is something we worked out, yes."
"And, My Lord, just when are those times?" Angelina buried her head in his lap, and nuzzled his cock through his pantaloons. "Here and now?"
Damned if it doesn't have to be. Cam held her in place for a few seconds to savor the rush of blood to his cock, which was now rock hard under her touch.
"Here and now, lady-mine. If you are fit enough?" He tugged her hair so she lifted her head. "Do you remember now what we do?"
"I remember, but probably not as you think I do," Angelina answered, somewhat cryptically he thought. "So, My Lord, you may have to guide me. And I may be speaking out of turn, and earn that spanking I'm sure you promised me, but for fuck's sake, fuck me. I'm wet, hot, and horny, the only reason I ache is because I want you in me, and if I don't come soon I might well explode."
"I don't spank," Cam said. Has she really remembered anything? Only the cheeky look on her face made him wonder if she was pushing him to see what he would do. "I have other ways to bring you to order, lady-mine."
"Damn. I keep hoping you will do the spanking bit." She knelt back on her ankles. "Just to see what it's like. Ah well, sorry, My Lord, it was worth a try. Okay, brat time over. I well remember how you chastise me, and please, please, let me come. I think orgasm denial would be enough to put me back in a coma." She bent her head and nuzzled his cock once more.
The relief that coursed through him was well out of proportion to those words. Thank the lord she does remember. Orgasm denial had always been his form of punishment, with every woman he had bedded, although, since meeting Angelina Cam had bedded no one except her. He accepted immediately, she was the one for him, and hang the conventions which said a woman supposedly indicated—in a suitably subtle manner—to a gentleman, that he was the one. Yet again Cam bucked convention. But then didn't his activities in the bedroom go against what most people accepted? He hadn't earned his nickname of Dang for nothing. Coined by one mistress who said bitterly that to take her to the edge and leave her dangling there, unable to come was cruelty personified. He didn't disagree, although he would perhaps have substituted masterful and dominant for cruel. Cam was very definitely a dominant in every sense of the word. The only time he wasn't in charge was when he handed the authority to someone else. Like, on occasion, in play with Angelina. But did she remember that? It seemed not. So now perhaps was the time to remind her?

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Happy reading,

love,  R x

Sunday, 22 November 2015

#SexySnippets Since when has a rake been honourable?

It's #SexySnippets time again

Where we post seven consecutive sentences of a book or WIP Feel free to join in any week The sign up, and where the other snippets to be found is right here

Meanwhile, If you like The Scandalous Proposal of Lord Bennett, how about some #SexySnippets from 

The Rake's Unveiling of Lady Belle...


The exquisite designs of mysterious dressmaker Madame Belle are the most sought after in the ton, yet only a few are trusted with Belle’s deepest secret – her name.
Lady Belinda Howells has gone to great lengths to disguise her identity, it’s the only way to protect herself from the ruthless demands of her scoundrel father…and to protect her heart.
Until Lord Philip Macpherson walks into her salon and his scorching kiss burns a memory onto her lips that she’ll never be able to forget!

Now it’s only a matter of time before the notorious rake unveils the truth, and when he does, Belle knows that she won’t be able to resist…

and your #SexySnippets...

‘Then I cannot tumble you; I am a gentleman.’

‘Argh.’ Belinda thumped his back. ‘I can scarcely believe what I’m hearing. You are a rake and rakes should take what’s offered. I’m in a hay barn, ready to learn all there is between a man and a woman with the foremost rake of the ton, and what do I find? He’s an honourable bloody rake, and won’t accept what is offered.’

It was enough to make a saint sweat and Belinda knew she was no saint.

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Happy reading,

love R x

Wednesday, 18 November 2015

#MidWeekTease Big Blue eyes and...

Welcome to what here is a definitely dreich Wednesday. Let me see if I can brighten it up a little with my #MidWeekTease

It's two hundred years ago in Regency England...

Clarissa wonders how on earth to go on...or should that be what is going on...

As she pulled her chemise over her head, the ties caught in her hair and Clarissa realised she’d forgotten to tie a ribbon around her plait. With a sigh for her forgetfulness – she’d find a ribbon in a moment – Clarissa untangled her hair, dropped the chemise and then rolled her stockings off. Naked she lifted up the nightrail.
A scuffling noise caught her attention.
Mice? Surely not? She shuddered. Please not mice. She dropped the fine linen nightrail and resisted the temptation to climb onto the chair. Instead she curled her toes up tightly and scanned the room. The clock ticked off the seconds, but no other noise assailed her senses.
Nothing. She relaxed. Her imagination was overacting, that was all.
The noise came again.
Under the bed? Clarissa bent, very cautiously, and peered under the edge of the covers that hung almost to the floor, certain she would see nothing.
Two blue eyes stared at her from out of the darkness.
She screamed and took refuge on the chair, with eyes closed and her chest heaving. A loud bang indicated rescue was at hand. The door from the hallway sprung back on its hinges, and she opened her eyes cautiously. Then thought it might have been better to keep them closed. Ben, naked as a jay, with his staff bobbing in time to his steps, ran in. Even in her heightened state of terror, she blinked at the impressive sight, and then she ogled. Shamelessly. That was supposed to fit in her? Heavens above.
‘What?’ Ben asked breathlessly. ‘You screamed. Why? What’s wrong?’ Luckily he didn’t seem to notice where she stared.
Clarissa shuddered and pointed towards the bed. The sight of his naked body had veered her thoughts away from the monster under the bed. Perhaps that was all she needed to keep her mind off night terrors? A bare Ben. His words, however, brought all her shivering dread and panic back in a rush. ‘There. Under there, something. Big glaring eyes. Big.’ She wrapped her hands around her shoulders. ‘Ready to eat me. It’s waiting to pounce.’
Ben bent down and looked under the bed. His arse presented to her, and she admired his taut buttocks. She did her best not to look further, to see if any other part of him lived up to those etchings she’d pored over, giggling and disbelieving with her school friends. His rear wriggled – oh my – and disappeared for a second before he squirmed back from out of the stygian gloom that she decided must be the state under the bed.
He stood up, sneezed and dusted down his body. A cobweb clung to his left ear, and he brushed it off impatiently. ‘Nothing except cobwebs and dust. Not even a spider or a fly, and even they would be hard-pressed to live under there for long. I doubt it’s seen a broom in many a month. I really should have given Mrs Titchmarsh more notice of our arrival.’ He glanced towards Clarissa, who still stood on the chair. ‘Truly, I could see nothing.’
‘Well, there was something. Big blue eyes that flashed and sparkled and a funny noise.’ She swallowed. ‘And if it’s not there – and there was something – where is it now?’
‘Honestly? At least ten miles away now, I would think. Scared witless by your excellent imitation of a banshee. I thought the walls had fallen down, or the house on fire at the very least.’


To have and to hold?

Reluctant debutante Lady Clarissa Macpherson has never forgotten the forbidden kiss she shared with notorious rake, Lord Theodore ‘Ben’ Bennett, all those years ago. Even now, he’s the one man who sets Clarissa’s pulse racing and her skin tingling – no matter how hard she tries to ignore it!

Yet, when Ben rescues her from the unwanted advances of a drunken Lord at a society ball, she finds herself in a most scandalous predicament – engaged, to the most eligible bachelor in London!

Wedded? It appears so, but bedded? Clarissa demands more from her marriage than simply surrendering to her new husband’s sexual desires, especially when she realises she’s falling deeper in love with him every single day. Ben must prove that she’s the only woman for him – and surrender his heart!

Yet resisting her new husband’s delicious seduction may prove the hardest thing Clarissa has ever done…

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Happy reading,

love R x