I'll let Raven telll you about her her fab new regency series :-)
Dances in… Cuddles my grandson… Yes, you know me… Gives him goodies… Well can you resist what we used to call penny sweeties? Mind you they're more than that now, but oh my. Sugar mice—the pink ones, jelly worms and chocolate coins in shiny gold foil. And yes sshhh…. Crunchy, watch your fillings, lollies. mouth watering here He even gave me a lick.
Right, where was I? Oh yes, wiping Budda's hands and ready to tell you all about my new book, Lord Suitor.
Some of you might have heard, seen or whatever, that last week I had a free read out called Compromised.
It's the prequel of a new Regency series—Cursed Treasure
Lord Suitor is book one and it's Tessa's story.
When I started writing these books, for some reason Doris' hubby kept popping into my head. No not literally, we're not that kinky. I never thought any more about it until, I reread Compromised last night and realised I could just see her Sir swinging from the rigging… (all those ropes) and intriguing Mijo my heroine. Snigger And of course saving the day.
Especially when his eyes twinkle and he looks…just so… Theo to a 'T'.
(So can I… *swoons*…)
With Lord Suitor, I could see my hubby as he was at that age. Dark hair and oh what a smile. We went to a fancy dress party once and he dressed as a Regency Rake… Swoon Excuse me whilst I wander down memory lane for a sec…
Right. Back to Lord Suitor…
A smuggler and an aristocrat. Who should Tessa chose?
Both professed their love for her, both intrigued her. How could she pick one over the other?
When Tessa was accosted by a smuggler her life took a turn for the better. Or so she thought. Until Nathaniel, Lord Fenniston indicated his interest in her. She had to marry to help her family, but her loyalties are torn.
Either man could be the one, but how can she decide? Torn between them, Tessa must think hard and fast.
Luckily, fate has it’s own way of deciding, and Tessa had no option but to do as it dictates.
And an exclusive wee tease, just for you…
"I think the servants imagine I need their help to bring you up to scratch. It doesn't matter how often I say, loudly and in their presence, I'm happy as I am, they don't seem to believe me. Maman doesn't help either by singing your praises all the time." Tessa rolled her eyes.
"At least someone appreciates me," Nat said with a grin. "However, I've come to give you good news."
"You have?" Why did she not trust the innocent look on his face? "What is that?"
"My departure. I'm off."
Tessa's heart plummeted. Had she really scared him away? Even though her thoughts and feelings both puzzled and confused her, she had to admit she enjoyed sparring with Nat. His attitude worried and excited her in equal measures, but it enlivened her otherwise boring and enforced stay in the capital.
"What have I done?" she asked, the words tumbling out as if she were Amalia, not Tessa. "If I..."
Nat topped her almost incoherent speech by putting his finger over her lips.
The last time someone had done that she'd sucked the finger into her mouth and... Do not even begin to think of such things.
"Now why would you think it's something you've done?" he chided her gently. "Apart from refusing my offer, of course."
Tessa shook her head and laughed reluctantly. "My lord, you never have offered for me, to me, not properly. I suppose I'm somewhat paranoid at the moment. It feels as if you pop up everywhere for days on end." She bit her lip. "Well, almost everywhere. I believe the various ladies' withdrawing rooms are still sacrosanct. Then pouf, no Lord Fenniston around. Is it any wonder I wondered?"
"I assure you, it is nothing to do with you. I have some business on my estate that only I can deal with."
Did she imagine he'd said, "Not directly"?
"Will you miss me?" He tilted her chin up with another finger so she looked directly into his eyes.
"In the manner of how good it feels when you stop banging your head on a wall, perhaps," Tessa said around his finger.
He didn't look particularly bothered. He chuckled. "Then this won't make my suit any worse." He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her toward him, none too gently. Tessa staggered and tripped over the toes of her slippers to fall against him. She pressed against his body, and before she had a chance to pull back, Nat pounced.
She gasped and to her mortification sighed in encouragement, as with one hand he caressed her arse over the fine lawn of her morning gown while the other held her chin. He stroked the material over the globes of her rear, and the friction set up delicious shivers and goose bumps over her body.
"Nor I think, will this." Nat clutched a handful of gown, presumably to hold her still and put his lips to hers.
Tessa opened her mouth to protest, and then all coherent thoughts left her as his tongue demanded entrance. She could no more refuse him than fly. She let him inside eagerly and reveled in the way his actions mimicked that other, more intimate act, and she moaned deep in her throat.
He outlined the globes of her rear with one and then two fingers, and even over her clothing, the erotic circles he traced set her skin on fire. Nat pulled her even closer to him, and Tessa felt the hard bulge that rubbed against her stomach. She pushed forward, eager to feel every inch of him.
Much too soon in Tessa's mind, Nat broke the kiss, breathing heavily and erratically, and she groaned her displeasure.
"There's more." He whispered the words in her ear and nibbled his way along her nape and across the swell of her breast.
Tessa closed her eyes and let her head fall back, the better for him to access her body. Nat moved the neckline of her gown and put his mouth to her breast. Her heart almost stopped as he sucked on the skin and then bit her, hard enough to make her gasp.
Hot, erotic shards of sensation rolled from her breast to her mound, and she began to shake. Somewhere, in the depths of her mind, she realized she was poised on the brink of a climax harder and faster than anything she could give herself. She'd felt nothing like it since...since… Tessa tried to marshal her befuddled thoughts. She fought a losing battle.
"Oh, sweetheart, if only we had time for more. But not, I think, in your maman's drawing room." As if she was in a dream, Tessa heard his tender endearment and trembled as Nat carefully pulled the neckline of her dress up and kissed her ear. "There now, let's calm ourselves."
She shook her head, unable to formulate her thoughts, and he held her close. Not too close, however. Tessa realized he was under as much strain as she was and admired his rigid control. Nevertheless, she lifted her head to press a kiss to his neck.
She closed her eyes as his scent and presence surrounded her. He smelled like...
"Ah, sweetheart, no, I can hardly contain myself as it is."
Love R x