Wednesday 30 September 2015

Mid Week Tease and the rake is being seduced good and proper

It's out today...




Chair swivel jiggle so I have to tease from it, now don't I?




blurb


She had to pick the one rake determined to be honourable.
Cecily Birch has had enough of chinless wonders and men puffed up with their own importance to last her a lifetime.  No way, will she marry one of them. Not least, because she wants a marriage like her parents have—filled with love and fidelity.
Nicholas, Viscount Tilton knows he needs to marry, but the young debs he encounters leave him cold. If only the right woman would just cross his path…like the mystery lady he encounters on his way out of the capital.
When Cecily is thrown off her horse, and wakes up in the arms of Nick, things get truly interesting, especially as she has no memory of who she is—only that she wants Nick.
Nick, on the other hand is determined to stay honourable…. If only they could keep their hands off each other.



and here's your tease...


Without breaking the kiss he moved his hands from her face and slid them down her arms, and oh my, around her waist and then lower, to cup and knead the soft flesh of her bottom. Deep in the kiss, Cecily groaned and the reverberations stoked the flames of her ardor even higher. In the depths of her brain, those trite words she thought registered, as did his touch. Should she stay quiescent or return the sentiments she hoped his actions displayed?
Oh return. Take my chance in both hands. After all the worse he can do is release me, move away and become stony faced and unapproachable. Cecily stood on tiptoe, leaned toward him until her breasts brushed his torso and her nipples tightened and hardened even more. He went rigid and his hands stopped tracing the erotic arc across her silk clad posterior.
No, how dare he? She clutched his shoulders and pressed her mouth to his firmly. Dare she move her tongue in the same way he moved his?
Why not? Cecily made a tentative swirl of his mouth, and was rewarded when his hands tightened on the globes of her arse, somewhat painfully but nevertheless welcome. He uttered a noise
similar to one that had emanated from her not that much earlier. Oh my, I can make him do that? Bolder now, Cecily moved one hand to stroke his cheek. His skin was warm to the touch, but rough under the stubble, which had appeared since he had shaved. Tentatively, still with her mouth plastered to his, she stroked the contours from his ear to his forehead and back again.
He shuddered. Groaned into her and moved his hands to hold her waist. Then slowly he broke their kiss, caressed her hand and brushed his lips across her fingers before he rested his forehead on the top of her head. His breathing was heavy, erratic, and loud in the stillness and quiet of the garden. Dusk had become dark, and somewhere an owl hooted. It should have sounded eerie but somehow it didn’t. It sounded exotic, applauding and giving her the courage to continue. Later she’d think how silly that sounded, but at that moment it was uplifting.
The sconces that flickered in the distance added a mysterious and erotic touch to the scene. Nick kissed her eyelids in turn, before he lifted his head to stare at her. The white of his eyes showed ghostly, and then he lowered his lashes as he took a deep breath.
“So much for not putting my hands on you,” he said finally, just as she was about to demand what next. “When I touch you all my good intentions go out of the window.”
Cecily gurgled with laughter and elation. “Well, we are out of the window.”
Nick groaned. “Minx, your papa should have had a firmer hand with you when you were young. I itch to do that all over again.”
“Oh good, willing and I’m here.” She spread her arms wide, and then once more stroked his shoulders. Before she got to his wrists, Nick took hold of them and moved her back to put several feet between them.
“Cecily, we can’t.”
“We can,” she said softly. “But you don’t want to.’ “That’s just it. I do want to, but I want more. Hell, Cecily,

here I am trying to be a gentleman—which if you ask most ladies of the ton, is highly unusual—and you are doing everything to negate that.” He patted her bottom. “For once in my life let me be noble.”
“Argh, must I?” She sounded agonized as he.
“Please. We must go in.” He began to steer her towards the house. Surely once they were inside his raging thirst—for her, not to

soothe his aches—would subside and the everyday doings of a well- run household would pull them both back into normality.
Cecily was silent for several seconds. “This time,” she said eventually. “Nobility wins. But I warn you, I won’t give up.”
“Good grief, woman,” he said in exasperation and muttered something rude under his breath. “Let a man do the right thing for once.”
Cecily stamped her foot. “Stop growling and calling me names. It is my life I’m concerned about. One, I hope, is to be long and fulfilling. I refuse to compromise on my happiness, and settle for second best. And unless I find out the mysteries which occur between a man and a woman, and see if we...” she hesitated, and then went on in a rush, “are compatible, and we fit, a wedding is not on the cards.”

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Love R x 

Sunday 27 September 2015

$SexySnippets Seducing The Rake





Happy #SexySnippets day. 

Seducing the Rake from the Cursed Treasure series is out on 30th September. So if you're reading this on Sunday, that's only three more sleeps. *Does a chair swivel jiggle*


Don't you just love that cover?

Blurb

She had to pick the one rake determined to be honourable.
Cecily Birch has had enough of chinless wonders and men puffed up with their own importance to last her a lifetime. No way, will she marry one of them. Not least, because she wants a marriage like her parents have—filled with love and fidelity.
Nicholas, Viscount Tilton knows he needs to marry, but the young debs he encounters leave him cold. If only the right woman would just cross his path…like the mystery lady he encounters on his way out of the capital.
When Cecily is thrown off her horse, and wakes up in the arms of Nick, things get truly interesting, especially as she has no memory of who she is—only that she wants Nick.
Nick, on the other hand is determined to stay honourable…. If only they could keep their hands off each other

“You’ll be compromised,” Nick said quietly.
 I wish I knew who she is.
His mystery lady regarded him thoughtfully and tapped her lips. “How? Are you going to take me against my will, bind me to the bed, and ravish me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, I’d never ever do such a thing.” He stopped pacing and leaned back on the mantelpiece. “Well not take you against your will, anyway.”

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Love  R x

Wednesday 23 September 2015

#MidWeekTease and a cover reveal




Just had to do my #MidWeekTease from my next book out, (From Evernight Publishing on 30th) and combine it with the first showing of the cover.




so of course my tease comes from it...

Blurb
She had to pick the one rake determined to be honourable.
Cecily Birch has had enough of chinless wonders and men puffed up with their own importance to last her a lifetime.  No way, will she marry one of them. Not least, because she wants a marriage like her parents have—filled with love and fidelity.
Nicholas, Viscount Tilton knows he needs to marry, but the young debs he encounters leave him cold. If only the right woman would just cross his path…like the mystery lady he encounters on his way out of the capital.
When Cecily is thrown off her horse, and wakes up in the arms of Nick, things get truly interesting, especially as she has no memory of who she is—only that she wants Nick.
Nick, on the other hand is determined to stay honourable…. If only they could keep their hands off each other.

and your tease...
(Cecily has been knocked of her horse and is concussed)


“Good. Now can you sit a moment and I’ll get you a drink?” 
Cecily considered. “I think so. If…” If what? If you hold me? Don’t drop me? Lower me carefully? All of those things? “If you help me down,” she said finally.
“Of course. Can you open your eyes?”
Cecily realized they were still firmly shut. It had seemed the most straightforward option. Now however… “With caution. As long as the world is not spinning.”
“According to the most learned scholars the world always spins. However, all being well you won’t notice it.”
The tone was humorous and the voice… Here she was throbbing from whatever it was she throbbed from, and tingling from a voice. Even she, sore as she was, she could see the humor in her situation. Cecily opened one eye cautiously and stared at the Grecian god who held her.
“You should be naked.”
“I should? Why?” He bundled a coat under her head and lowered her to rest on it before he let go of her. She watched with hazy vision as he walked away, approached a horse and took a flagon from a saddlebag. He turned to walk back to her, and she noticed the well-fitting riding jacket and breeches he wore. That was wrong. The man held out the flagon, and curled her fingers around it.
“Water. Drink slowly.”
“Why aren’t you naked?” Cecily asked him as she did as he bade her. His hands over hers did strange things to her insides. Like a herd of moths were having a party there.  Do moths even come in a herd? Well, mine seem to.
“Why should I be? Even though the sun is up, it’s a little chilly to bare my all.”
“Greek gods are always naked. And why is your hair dark? You should be blond. That’s what the etchings show. Blond and well endowed.” Good grief, had whatever happened to her addled her brain and given her mouth carte blanche to run off like that?
He laughed. “Greek gods maybe, English lords maybe not. The authorities frown on naked horseman roaming the countryside. As for the rest? We come in all shapes and sizes so who knows?”
Can I find out? Even in her befuddled state, Cecily was glad she hadn’t voiced that thought out loud.
“Well, the books should say so. What’s the point of reading to improve my mind if they lie?” She poked his arm. “I mean, now I’m worried. What if Zeus isn’t really Zeus, or Helen of Troy didn’t do things the way they say? Goodness, next you’ll be telling me…telling me… oh I don’t know.” She put her hand to the back of her head and winced. “Ouch, why did you hit me?”
“I didn’t, I suspect that tree branch did.” He waved toward a low thick branch on a nearby tree.
If she had the energy, Cicely would have glared at the offending limb. However she didn’t so she sighed instead. “I wonder how?”
“The usual way, I suspect. By catching you unawares. Easily done, especially if you don’t know the track.” And were going too fast, his tone inferred. At any other time, Cecily would have taken umbrage. However, as she had no idea what she’d been doing, she stayed silent. It didn’t sit well, and she suspected she was more used to voicing her thoughts, polite or not.
Do you need any more to drink?” her rescuer asked. “If so, I’d advise you to err on the side of caution. A little and often is best.” Once more his deep voice resonated within her. This time her quim contracted, and she bit back a gasp. Her quim for goodness’ sake? Surely she was immune to such things? It seemed to her that no one had ever affected her in such a way.
How can I know? She tried to think but it was beyond her. There has to be a first time, and perhaps this is it. She daren’t even allow the thought that maybe she wasn’t chaste enter her head. That was something she would know, she was certain.
He put the flagon down and lifted her into a sitting position, using his chest as a pillow.
“S’comfy.” Even through his shirt, Cecily could feel, and hear his heart beat strong and steady. She patted his torso. “Perfect.”
A rumble of laughter passed from him to tease her senses.
“I’m glad my chest passes muster.”
 “All of you. But…” Cecily squinted up at his face. If she concentrated as she regarded him, there was only one person to focus on. “If you’re not a Greek god, then who are you?”
“I’m Tilton, at your service. Who are you?”
That was the question she wanted to know the answer to as well.
“I have no idea.”


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love R x