Wednesday 27 April 2016

#MidWeekTease Where Mary admires a taut male body...

Welcome to this week's #MidWeekTease 

Where Rules are meant to be broken...

Rules are meant to broken…

The mysterious Lady Mary McCoy is tired of playing by the rules of the ton. As a wealthy widow she fully plans on living her life to the full – free from the constraints of marriage.

And if she has to keep her high society status a secret in order to indulge in the more pleasurable pastimes of life, then so be it! Just as long as it’s on her terms…

Until notorious rake, Brody Weston, Duke of Welland, returns to his ancestral home – intent on her seduction! Slowly, luxuriously, he begins to unravel her secrets, one tantalising kiss at a time. And suddenly Lady Mary realises that breaking her own rules with the Duke is the most dangerous thing she’s ever done!


Mary watched under lowered lids as Brody unloaded his saddlebags. He’d discarded his jacket, after asking her if she minded. The way he grinned when she assured him, not at all, made her suspect he wouldn’t have taken any protests on her side seriously. Not that she had intentions of uttering any. The way his muscles rippled under the fine linen of his shirt made her mouth dry and her quim damp. He’d rolled the sleeves up – most improper, but sensible – and the dark hairs on his arms glistened blond in the sun.
When he stretched into the lake to place the wine in a special bag, under the water to keep it cool, the veins in his arms stood out starkly and hinted of his strength, plus, his inexpressibles outlined his arse to perfection. Each globe, round and smooth.
Oh my.
It was enough to make a virgin faint. Mary was no virgin, but even so, the sight sent her body into spasms, and for one split second clouded her vision. She blinked rapidly, as her nipples tightened to the point of pain, and she swore her toes curled in her boots.
Calm down. To let him see how he affected her so would leave her at a disadvantage and she knew enough of Brody to understand how he would use it. Mary shut her arousal firmly away, and busied herself with getting comfortable. The rug was thick and stopped most of the tree roots and tussocks of rough grass making uncomfortable lumps and bumps. She shifted so her bottom was wedged comfortably between three clumps and a root and gave in to her desire to look her fill of Brody.
He glanced up and waved as he took water to the horses. She reciprocated his action and looked away. How embarrassing if he knew just how she ogled him.
However, once she sat propped up against the tree as he suggested and opened her sketchbook, it was hard not to follow his every moment from under lowered lashes. In her once again fevered mind it was like a ballet. Mary snorted under her breath. How utterly ridiculous. That was the sort of thing a “too stupid to be a heroine” young chit in one of the novels she was beginning to dislike more and more would think. Not a strong-willed heroine. But then even strong-willed women could have a day where their will gave up the fight.

The Duke's Seduction of Lady M is available from Amazon, Kobo and Are.

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Happy reading,

love R x