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?

If you like what you read, get the Naughty List, the anthology in which this sexy shortie is published. 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.

Find it here:

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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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The Vampire's Kiss--from Blood is Thicker by Suz deMello (#vampire #romance #kiss @MFRW_ORG)

           This week's assignment from TPTB at Book Boyfriends Cafe is a "hot kiss" scene. There's nothing hotter than an immortal's kiss...

           Before I had time to register what he’d said, he gave me his pussy-warming smile, then leaned forward and kissed me.  He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and when it scraped past my sharp canines, I tasted his blood.

            Yes.  I sucked greedily.  Sweet.  Rich.  John was a vampire, and he’d fed recently on young, healthy prey.  I let myself drown in that lushness for a moment.  It suffused my every cell with rapture, energizing me even though I went weak from pleasure.  Then I returned the favor, pushing my tongue into his mouth and searching for his canines, deliberately pressing into their edges to give him a part of myself, my blood.  The tiny cuts would heal quickly, while the mingling, the sharing would last forever.

            An otherworldly tingle started in my lips and tongue, spreading over

my flesh like magic rainbows dancing over my skin.  All-encompassing pleasure wrapped me in ecstasy.  His kiss transported me into another world, a private, magical universe of bliss.  For a brief moment, nothing and no one else existed.  Desire flamed into violent life, capturing me with unbreakable bonds.  My clit quivered, and my pussy clenched with need.  I reached for John, grasping his jacket’s lapels, uncaring when I gripped so tight that my greedy, needy fingers tore the gray gabardine.

            I cannot begin to describe the communion that’s created when two immortals connect.  Kissing is like an orgasm not only of the body, but of the mind and soul as well. (Yes, we have souls, unnatural though they may be). 

            I tugged him closer, frantic to feel his chest against mine, desperate for his cock to enter me. It had been so long... Besides, up close and personal, John’s sheer masculinity overwhelmed me.  I’d forgotten how seductive lust could be.  I could become addicted to his kiss, the hard planes of his body beneath my questing fingertips, his raw animal blood-scent. 

            I wanted to kiss John forever, and make love with him throughout eternity, but I was wary of becoming ensnared.  We immortals are a suspicious lot.  We don’t love very often.  We fear our fellows, and with good reason. 

            John could kill me.  The tiny sips we’d shared were tasty, but my heart’s blood would make him immensely powerful.  

           This kiss is from Blood is Thicker, a short story. Here's what it's about:

Genre: Paranormal action-adventure.

A century-old vampire, Rama is used to shadows and loneliness. 

She uses the name Hestia White and lives in a coastal town working as a private investigator. If some bad guys disappear on her shift, no one cares…until John van Helsing shows up. Bearing the name of the vamps’ greatest foe, he interferes in her case and in her life.

Friend, lover or enemy?

Buy it here: http://www.ellorascave.com/blood-is-thicker.html

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Evoking a Mood--Highland Vampire by Suz deMello (@MFRW_ORG #MFRWHooks #highland)

         I love to write about setting, because setting is a great way to evoke a 

mood in the reader. That may be the reason I love Gothics. Damsels in distress 

in mysterious castles with broody owners...Yum. I used to adore Victoria Holt, 

Mary Stewart and Daphne du Maurier even before I really got into reading and 

writing romance. 

         Here's the beginning of a Gothic I wrote a few years ago, a short story 

called Highland Vampire:

I had fled as fast and as far as I could. I could run no farther than to the edge of the world, here at the northwestern corner of Scotland.

The gloaming was deep upon the land when I found Kilburn Castle. Isn’t that what Scots called it, the gloaming? That mysterious time between day and night, when blue dusk dims the sky and magical beings wander forth.

I let my little rented Vauxhall roll to a stop and considered the broody hulk of a castle high on a hill above the sea, silhouetted against the deepening night. The crash of the waves against the cliff was interrupted by a car roaring out of the fortress’s gate. It sped past me, almost clipping my bumper in its haste, and raced down the hill, its headlights switching on as it traversed a curve in the narrow road. 

Here's what the story is about:

Natasha Desmond is a woman on the run. But the castle in which she seeks refuge may harbor a greater menace. Though she welcomes the attentions of the castle's broody owner, she awakens with two tiny punctures on the side of her neck...

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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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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.

     Find a list of the entire Highland Vampires series here:

http://www.suzdemello.com/highlandvampireseries.html

Viking in Tartan is part of the Naughty List boxed set, forthcoming on December first! Preorder now to lock in the low low introductory price of $.99

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Rhona and her #Viking #Vampire from "Viking in Tartan" in the new NAUGHTY LIST #boxedset (#romance #medieval #Scotland @MFRW_ORG)

It's a pleasure to participate in the very first Book Boyfriends Cafe blog hop, and I hope to be a regular contributor here.

Today I'm blogging about a short story that will appear in the Naughty List, a boxed set a group of us created to warm up your chilly winter nights. It'll be published on December first.

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.

And here's a sexy little snippet to jumpstart your weekend:

He kissed her neck, feathering his tongue over the sensitive skin, and all conscious thought fled. She gripped his shoulders, then stroked them, admiring his strength, a contrast to his sweet, sweet kisses.

Her body was heating, tingling, sizzling, and she wanted to touch herself the way she did when she was alone at night, but... Wasn’t that wanton? Would he cease to treat her kindly if he knew the desires that drove her?

He lifted his head. “Touch yourself. Touch yourself in whatever way feels good to you.”

She inhaled a startled breath.

“Aye,” he said. “’Tis all right. Do it.”

She kissed him and dropped a hand to her quim. ’Twas damp and needy,

and she couldna resist pushing in one finger, then two, moaning.

“Aye,” he whispered. “Are you ready?”

“I... Should we?”

“You’re asking me?” He laughed.

“Truly, sir, I ken not what I should do.”

He pulled away and regarded her, his expression thoughtful, and rubbed his chin. “What troubles you, Mistress Rhona?”

“I, er... I ken that a man will reject used goods. That the Bute would reject me as would every other well-born man because I am with ye tonight.” She rose and picked up her shift. “But what if ye should do the same?”

He shook his head. “I will not.”

She pressed her lips together. Well she knew the ways of men, having seen more than one lass broken-hearted by a lad’s inconstancy. “I should go.”

“Is that what you truly wish?” He fixed her with those eyes again, those impossibly deep, soulful eyes.

Caught in their spell, she sank to her knees before him. “Nay,” she whispered.

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Rhona's First Vampire Kiss from "Viking in Tartan" by Suz deMello (@naughtyliterati #vikingromance #vampire #highlandromance)

Today this blog features several firsts!

First time for the cover of the anthology/boxed set I've been working on, the Naughty List, created by the Naughty Literati. We're a group of authors who have come together to throw out 4-5 boxed sets/anthos annually, and we're starting off our efforts with the Naughty List, a holiday anthology of short stories.

My contribution to the Naughty List is a short story, chronologically the first story in the Highland Vampires series. It's a medieval set in Scotland on Yule Eve in 1260. 

In Viking in Tartan, a Viking raider brings change to little Clan Kilbirnie, especially to the chieftain’s daughter Rhona. What she--and her clan--don't know and never discover, is that Erland is a vampire from the far north of Scandinavia. Being inexperienced, she doesn't question why he likes to bite her neck and sip her blood, but she does wonder how she fell for him so quickly.

Here's the sexy excerpt, and the second "first" in this blog. This is Rhona's first kiss.

“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?

If you like what you read, there's lots more! The other twelve talented authors in the Naughty Literati have written wonderful holiday stories I bet you'll love.

We don't have buy links yet as the antho won't be available, even for preorder, until the end of the month, but you can keep up with us at our site and on Facebook. 

The Naughty Literati website

The Naughty Literati Facebook page

CHECK THIS SPACE ON NOVEMBER 15TH FOR THE COVER REVEAL! Our gifted cover artist, author Nicole Austin, has done a fabulous job--she had to find a great image plus fit the titles and names of all thirteen of us. 

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It's a Party! Sunday Snog #150 (#sundaysnog @fetlife #free @MFRW_ORG)

To celebrate the 150th Sunday Snog--

Hey! you ask. What's a "Sunday Snog"?

The Sunday Snog is a blog hop created and hosted by the fabulous Victoria Blisse, a nice British lady who writes really smutty books--and celebrates that as much as she can. She holds events like "Smut by the Sea," an annual gathering in Scarborough. If you don't know where that is, don't worry. Unless you're English, the odds are very small that you would. She also does various promotional events all around the web as well as the in-person ones in England.

The point of the Sunday snog is that we post a snog--that's British for a kiss. (Remember what Shaw said? "England and America are two countries separated by the same language.")

So here's a special snog--it's a party snog, because this is a 150th birthday party. And parties always have gifts, so I'm giving away a copy of my latest ebook, Kinky Toes, to a lucky commenter!

And here's the snog, from Rakes in Tartan. In this scene, Dagmar and Andrew, who have recently become lovers, have left a ball to enjoy a different kind of pleasure:

He took her face in his hands, clasping firmly. His voice was deep and a little rough. “I want ye, madame, and I will have ye as often as I can. Do ye agree?”

“Ja. I…I agree.” She trembled with more than a little fear. She’d belonged completely to Ragnar, but Andrew did not love her and Ragnar had.

She kissed his mouth, looking into his blue eyes, now narrow and hot with lust. She pushed in her tongue to taste his desire, and he responded by biting it, drawing blood and sucking it hard. He then grabbed her hair to drag away her head. “If I want yer tongue, I’ll go in and get it. Do ye understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She clung to him, limbs weak.

“That’s right, hold onto me tight. I willnae let ye go, willnae let ye fall.” 

If you like what you read of this BDSM-laced historical, find it here:

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Remember--this is a blog hop, and every one of the authors in the hop is giving something away to celebrate the Sunday Snog's 150th birthday!

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Spank Me If You Can--excerpt from Bridling His Vampire by Suz deMello (#SatSpanks #spanking #BDSM @MFRW_ORG)

All of us have to be introduced to the joy of spanking--the pleasure of this activity isn't readily apparent. In this snippet. Isobel Kilburn, budding vampire and affianced bride of Edgar MacReiver, gets her first sexy spanking.

But wait! What's the story about? Inquiring minds want to know.

Scotland, 1766.

Edgar, Laird MacReiver, has never regretted his decision to wed Isobel, daughter of Clan Kilburn’s laird, until she bites his tongue and drinks his blood. Still, he's determined to bridle the wild child of the infamous vampire clan by any means necessary, including bondage and discipline.

But are some women impossible to tame? 

And here's that heavenly sound of palm on flesh:

The world became a bright blur as he grabbed her and flipped her over. She landed facedown, sprawled over his thighs, naked buttocks thrust into the air as though they were presented to him.

She squirmed. “This is…very unbecoming.”

“Then ‘tis suitable, for you have behaved in an unbecoming way.” He swatted her rump.

“Edgar, ye-ye’re hitting me.”

“I’m spanking your lovely arse, darling.”

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Be Tempted by "Temptation in Tartan" (#MFRWAuthor #MFRWHooks @MFRW_ORG #vampires)

Check out one of my more popular books, Temptation in Tartan. This book sat on the ARE bestseller list for a week! 

Stop! You cry. What’s it about?

Okay—here’s the blurbage:

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 now, here’s the excerpt:

Edinburgh, 1747

He inclined his head toward her. His lips were carved marble in the moon’s silver rays. “Ye desire me, do ye not?”

“Desire isn’t enough.” She’d desired William, and her marriage bed had been either empty of her husband or the scene of brief trysts devoid of pleasure. She wouldn’t be seduced by a handsome stranger. What for?

“Please.” He asked, but then he took. His mouth felt cool on hers but with a touch of fire beneath...

There's more, of course...a lot more!

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Can a Vamp and a Van Helsing Fall in Love? Find out in Blood Is Thicker by Suz deMello (@MFRW_ORG #MFRWAuthor #vampire #Vampireromance)

It's said that opposites attract...is that so?

A century-old vampire, Rama uses the name Hestia White and works as a private investigator in a small coastal town in northern California. If a few bad guys disappear on her watch, no one cares...until John van Helsing shows up, interfering in her case and her life.

Decide for yourself if this mismatched couple can make it in My Sexy Saturday's seven paragraphs:

The detective met my gaze without falter.  “I could arrest you for loitering.”  He leaned closer, partway into my window.  “Take you in.  Lock you up.”

“Oooh, handcuffs.”  I shivered theatrically.

            

“Actually, Ms. White, we’re on the job.”  His voice had gone crisp and businesslike.

            

“Actually, Detective Whoever, so am I.”  I flipped open my wallet to flash my P.I. license. “Hey, I’ve shown you mine, so why don’t you show me yours?”

            

I’d teased out a reluctant smile, one that reached deep inside to heat me from my brain to my box.  Yes, that box.  I was surprised.  Mortals don’t usually turn me on. 

            

He reached for his wallet to show me his shield and I.D.  John van Helsing.  A tremor ran through me, ruffling the tiny hairs on my nape and my arms.  Was it chance that this detective bore the name of the most famous enemy of my kind?

            

“John-boy,” I said with phony delight.

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