The lovely folk hosting the weekly blog hop, My Sexy Saturday, have provided an interesting assignment today--what happens after THE END?
In the case of a series, favorite characters can reappear to show us that they indeed enjoyed the happily ever after life promised in a prior book.
And so it is with Lydia and Kieran of Temptation in Tartan. Here's the blurb:
She had to marry a monster…
Rumors had followed the chieftains of Clan Kilborn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.
But English noblewoman Lydia Swann Williston would marry Kieran, Laird Kilborn, to bring peace to the Kilborn lands after the horror of Culloden and the brutal pacification. A widow, she also brought needed wealth to Clan Kilborn. For her part, eighteen-year-old Lydia wanted children. With her husband killed at Culloden, she would make a new life in the Highlands.
The old chieftain of Clan Kilborn also died in battle, and she hoped that the new young Laird would lack his ancestors' ferocity.
She was wrong.
And you may remember that they appeared prominently in the sequel, Desire in Tartan.
Here’s a little snippet to show that they maintained their loving, sexy relationship even though they’d had four children:
On Hogmanay morn, Alice stood in the hall and received a bundle of blanketscocooning the slumbering Marian, destined to sleep in her light wooden cradle placed in the nursery. Then Lydia closed the bedroom door and firmly locked it. She turned to Kieran with a smile, shedding her dressing gown as she scurried on bare feet back to bed.
He reached for her bouncing breasts and latched onto the nearest one,
suckling deeply. She wrapped her hands around his head and buried her fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp with gentle fingertips.
“Ummm.” Still sucking her nipple, he grabbed her around the waist and hauled her down onto their bed, where he happily buried his head between her breasts. She was still nursing Marian, and they were large, firm globes, absolutely perfect. She tasted sweeter than usual, too.
He raised his head. Lydia lay back on the pillows, smiling. She lifted her arms and grasped the headboard. Stretching, she arched her back and lifted her breasts even higher. He took the unspoken hint and rose, strolling to her dresser. Taking a strip of the worn linen that the clan used as towels, he turned and put on a stern expression.
She gave a slight gasp.
“Aye,” he said. Returning, he laced the cloth through the headboard’s slats and around her wrists, pinning them securely above her head. “Yer mine, now. All mine. Mine to use as I will.” He tweaked her nipple, then gave it a pinch.
This time her gasp was real.
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