Showing posts with label historical romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label historical romance. Show all posts

Friday, July 3, 2015

Swoon-Worthy or Not? A #Sexy Encounter from One #Hot #Havana Night

This week's assignment from the Book Boyfriends Cafe is to give you, dear readers, a swoon-worthy line from our sexy heroes. I hope I don't disappoint.

Here's a line from One Hot Havana Night, in which all Ellie Wheeler's dreams come true--even ones she didn't know she had.


He was close enough to touch, so touch he did, stroking his finger along the exact curve he’d caressed before. Perhaps he’d seen her react, and the same thing happened. A tingling spurt of heat flamed along the line he drew, and this time he didn’t stop, continuing down into her bodice between her breasts. He rubbed his fingertip in the sweat that had gathered in her cleavage, then pulled out his finger and licked it.

Her eyes widened.


Leaning forward, he whispered into her ear, “I love a sexy woman’s salty sweat.” He put an arm around her, dragging her close, and nipped her lobe. 

Soooo...swoon-worthy or not? It certainly rocked Ellie's world! But if you want to read what happened next, score your copy here--along with ten other sexy tales to chase away those summertime blues.


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Saturday, June 27, 2015

Sexy is as Sexy Does: One Hot Havana Night by Suz deMello (#contest #boxedset #99cents)


This week's theme from My Sexy Saturday are our sexy heroes. In One Hot Havana Night, Ellie Wheeler gets to enjoy not one but two hot males as they seek to satisfy her every dream...even ones she didn't know she had.

One Hot Havana Night is in the forthcoming boxed set, Naughty Escapes, the fourth anthology of short stories published by the Naughty Literati, a group of bestselling writers.

The setting is pre-revolutionary Havana when Ellie first glimpses her hero, Sergio Ruiz:

Clutching her drink, Ellie scrutinized the infamous Sergio Almonte, the man who was rumored to run most of the prostitutes and all of the gambling in Havana Vieja. He wore a well-cut dark suit that looked tailored. He wasn’t a big man, but broad shoulders nicely filled out his jacket, and he towered over her by several inches. She had to admit he wasn’t merely attractive—he was everything plus.


He smiled. Perfect teeth revealed his wealthy antecedents. 



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Saturday, February 21, 2015

One Sexy Night from Viking in Tartan (Naughty List) by Suz deMello (#99cents #boxedset @naughtyliterati)



The assignment from TPTB at My Sexy Saturday is...One Sexy Night. A thundering sea, a damsel in distress and her brave rescuer add up to one sexy night for Rhona Kilbirnie, the heroine of Viking in Tartan.

In this short story, the advent of a Viking raider to medieval Scotland brings major changes to little Clan Kilbirnie.

And here's my sexy seven paragraphs:

“Look at me.” He gently squeezed her hands, which felt good.
She raised her gaze to his. His eyes were deep as the ocean and as compelling as the wild wind that had called her to freedom—or death—that night.
“Nothing will happen to you that you do not desire.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I know what you need, dear one.”
Dear one. Her mother had called Rhona that when she’d been wee, before Mam had died in childbed. Rhona’s heart twisted in pain, then wrenched wide open and let him in.
Leaning forward, Erland stroked her cheek, gazed into her eyes and set his lips on hers.
Cool they were, but with an underlying fire. Letting her eyes drift shut, she pushed her mouth against his, sure he held the key, knew the secret, could give her everything she’d ever wanted.
From where had that crazed thought sprung?

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Friday, January 30, 2015

After their night of passion...from Viking in Tartan

My assignment from TPTB at Book Boyfriends Cafe is "the morning after." Breakfast in bed would be too predictable for most of my characters, especiallly if they hailed from thirteenth-century Scotland.

This selection is from Viking in Tartan, which is found in the best-selling boxed set, the Naughty List. This is a group of winter holiday stories, and mine takes place on Yule, 1260. In the story, the arrival of a Viking raider spells change for little Clan Kilbirnie, especially for the headman's daughter.

As you might imagine, the Viking and the virgin spend a passionate night together. And what happened the next day?

Her other swain came to call.

They dressed, Erland in his customary black—a rough tunic, trews and
boots, with a short sword scabbarded in his belt. Rhona’s pleated chansil smock was embroidered around the neck and hem, and her cyrtel tightly woven green wool. He hadn’t doubted her word that she was the local laird’s daughter, but her clothing, despite their dampness and salt-stains, proved her honesty.
He led the way out of the cave and into the thin daylight. The storm had passed, and the sun struggled through low-hanging fog to glitter off the weapons of a half-dozen warriors surrounding the cave’s mouth.
Energy shot through his veins. He shoved Rhona behind him and snapped, “Get back in there and do not come out ’til I say.”
White-faced, she obeyed without protest. He advanced, dropping one hand to his sword’s hilt. “Who threatens me and my lady without cause?”
“Without cause?” One of the warriors broke from the group. He was protected by a bronze chest plate over a tunic and black trews, and wore a plaidie of red, white and green wrapped around his shoulders. Erland recognized the pattern. Stuart of Bute.
So this was the swain his lady had risked death to flee. Bute’s narrow, cruel eyes and seamed face contrasted with full, almost girlish lips. Though he seemed fit, he was indeed older, and certainly Erland could defeat him in a fair fight.
But fights were rarely fair. He shifted his gaze to the rest of the group. Some wore bows slung over their shoulders, less helpful in close quarters. But all wore swords.
Erland tugged on his ear. Six against one. Not great odds, but not impossible. Mayhap he could improve his chances. “I challenge you for the lady’s hand.”
Bute snorted. “I wouldnae have the whore on a golden platter.”
    Erland sprang at him, seized his head and with a mighty twist, wrenched it off.  

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Sunday, January 18, 2015

A Sexy Vampiric Snippet--Bridling His #Vampire by Suz deMello (#highlandromance #spanking)

This week's sexy snippet is about a couple who are destined to marry--involved in a marriage of convenience. Isobel Kilburn has been betrothed to Edgar, Laird MacReiver since before she was born. Problem is--she's from a vampire clan, and Edgar, who has a healthy doubt about the existence of anything supernatural, knows that Clan Kilburn is the real deal. He knows they're vampires. He's seen that for himself.

So, he wonders...should he or shouldn't he?

And here's the sexy seven sentence snippet from Bridling His Vampire, a Highland Vampire story:

She sucked on his tongue but still wanted more. She nipped and then, tasting a new flavor, licked the tip. Was it his blood? 

She sucked harder. Yes, that was his blood seeping over her tongue from the tiny bite, and it was intoxicating. 

He groaned and his grip tightened. She became aware that his muscular body had hardened against hers.

That she’d taken his blood had stirred him. 

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Saturday, January 17, 2015

A Sherlockian Saturday Spanking (#satspanks #spanking #Sherlock #fanfic)





From the Secret Memoirs of Irene Adler

Much has been said and written about Sherlock Holmes, and indeed, he was a most compelling man. No one who met him could forget his singular, hawk-faced visage, his tall, lean form or brilliant, restless mind, reflected by his alertness and energy.


But few knew Holmes the man as intimately as I.

How intimately was that, Miss Adler?

He reached for my legs, drawing them high and setting my ankles on his shoulders before slapping my ass-cheek in cadence with his thrusts. 

I tore my lips away from his and gasped, “Sherlock!”

He laughed. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, but—”  I knew that the English had a predilection for spanking their women—in fact caning was known as the English vice—but I had never before encountered it and I was not sure I wanted to.

“But what?” He pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my belly, spanking me again on my available bottom.

Oh, wow...so you knew him very intimately indeed!


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Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Want to Laugh? Read The Romantical Groom (#RegencyRomance #satire #free)

One of my first fiction pieces worth reading was The Romantical Groom. I wrote it for a creative writing class I took in early 1997, while I was still practicing law and dreaming of another career to rescue me from the day-to-day drudgery and outright negativism of working as a trial attorney.

The Romantical Groom was my first fiction publication--American River College published it in their award-winning annnual literary magazine.

I've always loved Regency romance. Even before I started to read romance with a view toward becoming a romance novelist, I devoured everything Georgette Heyer wrote.

But one must admit that the genre is quite mockable.

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George serenely rode on, accompanied by his father and a groom. As befitted a gentleboy, he was securely mounted on his sweet old gelding, Muffin. He rode side-saddle, his skirts gracefully arrayed around him; gentleboys ride side-saddle to protect their tender parts from the chafing of the leathern seat.

He was eighteen years old and perfect, from the top of his guinea-gold curls to the bottom of his superbly fitted boots. The zephyr blue of his graceful, skirted riding habit complemented his celestial eyes. The low-cut jacket accentuated without revealing his lovely form.

Marlene turned to d'Arvon. "Caro, introduce me to the laddie," she wheedled.

"'Tis naught to me, Marlene, but you might wish to wait until you are not so rough from riding," she pointed out. "The gentleboy might want grace and deportment…in short, a dandy."

Maybegood snorted.

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Saturday, January 3, 2015

A Scottish Spanking from Suz deMello (#satspanks #spanking #BDSM #romance #highlanders)



In Temptation in Tartan, young Lydia Swan-Williston enters into a marriage of convenience with Kieran, Laird Kilburn. The date is 1747 and relationships between men and women were vastly different. This snippet is from one of their first encounters:

Down her body his heated gaze went until it feasted on her wet, open quim. She tried to close her legs, but he wouldn't let her, instead holding her knees high and wide.

She resisted, and he slapped her thigh. "Nay, lady. Ye're mine to enjoy any way I choose. And I choose this."

She drew in a shocked breath, for the spank had stung. Then the little pain settled into her pussy, adding an unexpected layer of passion.

If you like what you read, there's more--lots more. Temptation in Tartan is one if several books in Suz deMello's acclaimed Highland Vampires series.

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Saturday, December 6, 2014

Sexy Sultry Words from #Viking in Tartan (#MySexySaturday #boxedset #xmas)


My assignment from TPTB of My Sexy Saturday are the sweet and sexy nothings lovers whisper to each other while making love.

It happens that my lovers tend to be talky and communicative in the throes of passion. Here's a few sexy words from Rhona's first time, from Viking in Tartan:

Mesmerized by his bewitching eyes, she obeyed, without really thinking. He drew her close and set her atop him. Set her atop that pole of flesh she’d seen dangling between his legs, which was now hard and erect, pointing up along his equally hard belly. His aim was a little off, so he moved her around a bit before something—it—rubbed against her slit.

She gasped but he didnae stop, instead loosening his grip to let her weight drop upon his shaft. An aching heat started and she wriggled, suddenly terrified. She scrabbled for his shoulders and tried to lift herself up off his rod a little. But he pressed her slowly, inexorably downward and with a little sob, she let it happen.

Pain cut through her and she clung to his shoulders, wailing.

He stopped, his pole throbbing inside her. ’Twas wondrous, and she raised an
astonished gaze to his.

The midnight eyes smiled. “Aye,” he murmured. “The first time is both pain and pleasure for you, but all the other times... I promise you, you shan’t regret the choice you’ve made this night.”

Gripping her hips, he slowly lifted and lowered her. Each time her body accepted a little more of his until she was seated fully upon him.

Was she going to burst? It seemed so! Her quim was on fire, not just the opening, but all the way inside, so deep that he seemed to reach her heart with every push and thrust. And he used his tongue in her mouth to echo his cock’s quickening rhythm inside her. She became wetter with every movement, the sizzle burning hotter until she could do nothing but hold on and take what he chose to give her.

I bet you want to know what the story's about, right? Here's the 4-1-1:


Viking in Tartan, short story included with the Naughty List holiday boxed set by the Naughty Literati

Setting: Scotland, 13th century
A Viking raider brings change to little Clan Kilbirnie, especially to the headman's daughter, Rhona.

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Friday, December 5, 2014

#Viking Inspiration (#naughtyList #xmas #boxedset @MFRW_ORG)

This week my assignment from the Book Boyfriends Cafe is to pick a celebrity who inspired my latest work.

This particular guy has inspired a lot of my writing. I tend to like tall, dark and broody, and he fits the bill.

So here's the inspiration for Erland Blodson, the hero of Viking in Tartan.

Here's a fact that many don't know about this actor: his name is not pronounced the way it's spelled. It's pronounced "Rafe Fines." French, ya know.

Here's a little about the story that "Rafe" inspired:

Viking in Tartan, part of the best-selling Naughty List holiday boxed set, brought to you by the Naughty Literati

Setting: 13th century Scotland...A Viking raider brings change to little Clan Kilbirnie, especially to the chieftain's daughter, Rhona.

Here's my hero in action:

Kaptein!” a cry came from the bow. “There’s a...there’s a girl in the sea!”

Erland smacked a hand to the side of his head to clear water from his ears and strode forward, evading the rowers and the sea chests on which they sat. “Are you mad, Sigurson?” 

Holding a lantern aloft so Erland could see, his first mate pointed over the ship’s side. Erland looked down, gripping a rope. He believed Sigurson wanted the title of “Kaptein” rather than “first mate.”

But this time, Sigurson wasn’t lying. Below, trapped between the vicious storm-surge and the longship’s side, a small sailing curach bobbed. Its one sailor clutched the splintered mast. Whips of wet, dark hair clung to a pale, terrified
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face.


A pale, terrified, beautiful face.

Ensuring it was tied to the longship, Erland tossed the rope he held over the side to the girl. “Grab it!” he roared.

She didn’t react. Had she not heard him? Mayhap she had not understood. She should, for they spoke a common language.

He thumped the ship’s side to get her attention. “Ho! Girl!” He smashed his fist again on the wet wood.

She looked up. Hope brightened her eyes as she reached for the rope. Thick leather gloves, he noted with approval. Though the girl was no doubt insane or desperate to have challenged the waves on a night like this, she was still in possession of her senses enough to have dressed intelligently.

She started to climb the rope, but was sorely hampered by her gown. Woolen, no doubt, and probably heavy with moisture.

“Hold tight!” he shouted. “I’ll pull you up!”

Had she heard?

She gazed upward again and he thought he saw acknowledgment on her desperate face. She wrapped a length of the rope around her body, and he again found himself approving of her brains. He began to haul her aboard.

Scant seconds later, she was halfway up the ship’s side and released the rope to scrabble for a hold. “No!” he yelled. “You’ll fall!”

The rope slipped and into the storm-tossed water she went.

He followed her without hesitation. The icy waves squeezed his lungs and for a surprised moment he wondered if he’d pass out, die here in a strange Scottish fjord. But his natural affinity to the cold reasserted itself, and he kicked upward until his head broke the water’s surface.

Where was she?

Scant moonlight gleamed on a dark, wet head and he swam with powerful strokes toward it, hoping he wasn’t in pursuit of a seal. He grabbed an armful of wet, shivering woman and hauled her close. He knew that his body would supply no heat, but he could keep her head above the water, keep her alive until he got her aboard ship.

He slung an arm beneath her chin and used his other hand to push her body upwards. Though weighted by her heavy dress, she floated enough that he could get her back to the ship.


The ship. Where was it?

He looked around with a frantic gaze until he espied the rope, the same rope he’d thrown to the girl. He snatched it before the waves took it away, but only one tug revealed that it was no longer tied to his ship...which was gone.

At last, Sigurson had his wish.

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Sunday, November 30, 2014

A #Viking Sunday Snog from the Naughty List--coming soon! (@naughtyliterati #rafflecopter #romance #sundaysnog)



I'm pleased and proud to be part of the Naughty Literati's Naughty List, thirteen short stories to heat up those chilly winter nights.

The Naughty List is far from your usual vapid fare about kissing under the mistletoe and random sex at office Christmas parties. No--we have stories from the steamiest erotica to the most heart-warming happily ever after. We have medievals and futuristics,  ménages and committed couples rediscovering love. You want romance? You want hot sex? We have it all.

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Here's the 4-1-1 about Viking in Tartan, a medieval romance from the Highland Vampires series...A Viking raider brings change to little Clan Kilbirnie, especially to the chieftain’s daughter Rhona.


this story was a bit of a departure for me--I'd never written a medieval before. But it was fun!



Here's the snog:


“... I must warn you, you have found your way into the arms of a lost Viking.”

She jumped to her feet with a cry. “A Viking?” She dashed toward the cavern’s mouth.

He chuckled. “And where will you go, on this stormy winter night?”

“Oh.” She stopped and sank onto the cave’s floor.

“Quite so. Be not afeared, little mistress, nothing will happen to you that you do not desire.”

His voice had taken on a silken, mesmerizing quality, and she struggled to think clearly. “But what...what will become of me?”

“Be not afeared. I can take care of you. All your needs.”


He sat in front of her, taking her hands in his. She stared down at them. He had

large, capable hands, scarred here and there... She tried not to think of how he’d probably gotten those scars, but couldna.
“Are ye a...warrior?”

“A sea captain and a fighter, yea. I fight for King Haakon.”

She couldna stop her mouth from twisting.

“Look at me.” He gently squeezed her hands, which felt good.

She raised her gaze to his. His eyes were deep as the ocean and as compelling as the wild wind that had called her to freedom—or death—that night.

“Nothing will happen to you that you do not desire.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I know what you need, dear one.”

Dear one. Her mother had called Rhona that when she’d been wee, before Mam had died in childbed. Rhona’s heart twisted in pain, then wrenched wide open and let him in.

Leaning forward, Erland stroked her cheek, gazed into her eyes and set his lips on hers.

Cool they were, but with an underlying fire. She recalled the feel of his leg between hers, rubbing her, and the memory enflamed her anew. Letting her eyes drift shut, she pushed her mouth against his, sure he held the key, knew the secret, could give her everything she’d ever wanted.

From where had that crazed thought sprung?

Her lids popped open, her eyes meeting his.

“Aye,” he murmured. “Everything.”

How did he ken her very thoughts?

Did that matter?

No, she decided. The how of it wasn’t important. 

That he understood was enough...more than enough.

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Saturday, November 22, 2014

A Scottish Wedding on My Sexy Saturday (@naughtyLiterati #NaughtyList @MFRW_ORG #highlandwedding)



This week's theme on My Sexy Saturday is family and love--appropriate for Thanksgiving week. However, back in the  thirteenth century, Thanksgiving didn't exist.

But family and gratitude did. 

In this snippet from Viking in Tartan, Rhona Kilbirnie finds gratitude in the happy turn her life unexpectedly has taken.

And that eve, Da joined them, reciting the solemn but joyous words that would bind her to her Viking warrior forever. She glanced around. Their Great Hall wasna so great, but on this afternoon the servants had outdone themselves. They’d cleared away the remains of the previous night’s revelry and decorated every table, mantel and window ledge with fresh evergreen and holly boughs. Their fragrance and bright berries lent a festive atmosphere to the ceremony. Pale moonlight struggled through the few arrow slits uncovered by tapestries.

A fire crackled and glowed, fed by the great Yule log that smoldered in the hearth. She was relieved to notice that because the storm wind had died down, the chimney didna smoke—for they were standing in front of the hearth for the short ceremony.


Clearly aware of the event’s importance, Erland had cleaned his boots, combed his long hair and shaved with a borrowed razor. He had found the largest plaid available and, with her brother’s help, had pleated it into a kilt and wore it belted atop immaculate linen borrowed from her da. The shirt almost fit, Da having gained more than a little weight as he’d aged. 

Everyone had washed and was clad in their best. She’d done her part, choosing
her finest cyrtel for the event. ’Twas fashioned of a soft red wool that looked especially well with her dark hair and eyes.

Erland looked down, caught her glance and smiled gently, in keeping with the solemnity of the occasion. She smiled back, her heart warmed, her pride swelling. Her man was an unexpected treasure. He’d already shown he could defend as well as love her. And he’d managed to get on with Da and Keith, despite his Viking heritage. 

What would their bairns be like? Though she was still a mite sore, she could scarce wait to have Erland again and begin their new life.

How everything had changed in less than a day! She found it hard to remember she’d been willing to die rather than be joined to a man she detested. Indeed, she had promised herself she’d never wed, would never allow herself to be used as a pawn in her da’s schemes. And she hadna. Fate had chosen her man.

Interested? Here's what the short story is about:

Medieval romance from the Highland Vampires series. A Viking raider brings change to little Clan Kilbirnie, especially to the chieftain’s daughter Rhona.

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