‘More, love, let it go and show me.’ #MWTease from The Scottish Laird's Secret Bride @RavenMcAllan #Regency @UKCarina

Happy middle of the week to you, folks. It's time to tease, thanks to the lovely Angelica Dawson, who hosts the Mid week Tease every week.

I have the awesome Raven McAllan as my guest teaser today, so without further ado, I shall hand over to her. :-)

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Well hello everyone. Welcome to me taking over Doris’ MidWeekTease. This is Raven, all over happy because The Scottish Lord’s Secret Bride is now out…
Here…
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Scottish-Lords-Secret-Bride-ebook/dp/B01DTM87V4/
 
 
http://www.amazon.com/Scottish-Lords-Secret-Bride-ebook/dp/B01DTM87V4/
 
 
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Secrets never stay buried for long…
Reluctant heiress Lady Morven Weston is tired of her mother interfering in her love affairs. At almost twenty-six there’s only so many more society balls she can attend before resigning herself to life as an unmarried maid.
But when Lord Fraser Napier, the man Morven ran wild with one long, hot summer, returns to Scotland, his shocking revelations change everything. Fraser never annulled their whirlwind marriage all those years ago!
Preparing to take up his ancestral seat, Fraser’s not letting go of his secret bride that easily—he needs an heir. It’s only a matter of time before Morven surrenders to Fraser’s seductive touch and finds herself in his bed…
The next exquisite Regency romance from Raven McAllan, The Scottish Lord’s Secret Bride will whisk you off your feet and sweep you into an opulent world of scandal, secrets and desire!
 
Or so they say…
 
‘Do you regret that day? That summer?’ she asked anxiously and winced at her tone. Needy didn’t begin to describe it. Nevertheless, if he said yes she would be devastated. Even though things had turned out the way they had she could not rue anything.
Fraser put down his glass, added another couple of small logs on the fire and stood in front of her. ‘Not for one second. Come here, love.’ He tugged her by the hands until they stood chest to breast and hugged her tightly. ‘Morven, it was what we both wanted. Hell, as I said I was devastated when it seemed you didn’t care enough to even answer my letters. I was a shadow of myself for months. Now we both know that my missives didn’t reach you, and we can only speculate who caused that. There’s no point in looking back now and saying what if. Now we need to decide how we want to move forward. My feelings haven’t changed, if anything they have grown stronger. I regret my rigid stance, my inflexibility and my refusal to see what stared me in the face.’
‘What?’ she asked softly. ‘What did?’
‘Our love.’
Morven relaxed, leant on Fraser’s chest and relished the thud of his heart beneath her breast.
‘It is still there isn’t it?’ she said with a satisfied sigh. ‘What we had was more than just friendship.’
‘Oh yes.’ He pressed a feather-light kiss on her head and she moved her face just a little until her lips touched his body where his shirt opened. His skin was warm, covered with wiry hair and undulated as he groaned.
‘Ah, love.’ His grip was almost painful as he rubbed his hands over her bottom and clenched the skin there. Her thin gown was no impediment to the heat that seared her as he caressed her. Morven bit back the moan of arousal that rose and cleared her throat instead.
‘Ah, love, what. Stop? Go on? Recite Shakespeare?’ Morven said huskily. ‘For me it would be ah, my love, do not stop. Touch me, remind me what we had.’ She shuddered. ‘I want to feel it all again.’
Would he oblige? Until that moment, Morven had no idea how strongly she needed to experience Fraser’s touch once more. But what if he did favour her sister?
Do not go there; trust him. Trust your feelings. You know he couldn’t, surely? She remonstrated with herself. He would have said so. Hadn’t he indicated the opposite? If nothing else Fraser was an honourable man. She had to believe in the way she felt and the way he reacted. And see.
Fraser tilted her head back so she could look into his eyes and notice how they shone in the lamplight. ‘Truly?’
‘Oh yes,’ Morven said honestly. ‘Everything and everyone has come up lacking these last years. Now I know why. I wanted to discover if what we had still works.’
‘Oh I think it will.’ He let go of her and turned her around so her back rested on his chest. In the large mirror on the wall next to the hearth they were both reflected in the glass. Light and dark shadows moved as the fire flared and the logs caught. Her skin gleamed and his shirt shone bright.
Fraser’s hand slid over her back and up again and then the laces that criss-crossed her spine loosened and the sleeves of her gown slid down her arms. Morven wriggled to release her arms.
‘No, don’t do that.’ He rubbed his hands over her bare shoulders and drifted one long finger down to stroke the swell of her breast. ‘Wait and watch.’
She waited. And watched their images as he edged the neckline of her gown downwards to bare her breasts to their gaze.
‘Perfection.’ He began to stroke and knead each rounded pale globe until her nipples stood out in pleasurable pain.
Morven gasped. ‘I want…’
‘Oh so do I,’ he purred the words in a deep growly and downright seductive voice. ‘So do I. Even so, wait and watch. Slowly, love. Unfurl for me.’
She was more likely to explode if he didn’t do more. ‘I’ve done that,’ she panted and grit her teeth as Fraser laughed softly. ‘I’m wide open and waiting. If I unfurl any more I’ll unravel.’
‘No, you will be perfection, believe me. And you will be even more wide open and receptive. Later. For now though.’ One hand stayed on her breast and the other inched her skirts upwards.
With her arms still pinioned to her sides she couldn’t help. It was impossible to move except her feet from side to side. All she could do was watch as first one ankle, then the other and then her knees were revealed.
Her skin was on fire and she thought a cool breeze would help to douse some of the heat. Instead it inflamed her more.
Fraser blew in her ear and nibbled the lobe. ‘Watch, love. Watch yourself splinter and break.’
Even before she realised what he had done, he’d used both hands to secure her skirts round her waist. Then one palm cupped one breast and the other hand stroked her quim. Every muscle in her body tightened. He dipped one finger inside her wet channel and she mewled as sensations shot through her. His chuckle was deep, dark and dangerous.
‘Oh I think we can do better than that, don’t you?’ Fraser purred. ‘Do not move.’
She didn’t have time to wonder why. As fast as his hands left her body, he moved around her, twisted the armchair so its back faced the fire and propelled her to lean against it.
‘What a beautiful sight, love.’ Fraser stood to one side of her so she could see in the mirror what he admired so much. Her, with mouth slightly parted—in awe perhaps—rosy cheeks and breasts, her arms pinioned by the bodice of her gown and her skirts tucked around her waist. Her dark muff shone with arousal, and goosebumps dotted her sweat-sheened skin.
‘Perfection, love. Except maybe you need to be aware of more.’
‘If I experience any more I might expire,’ she said softly. God she was so on edge one touch could topple her into the sensual abyss that awaited.
Fraser chuckled. ‘Oh I don’t think so.’ He knelt at her feet and winked. ‘You might scream but luckily we’re too far away from any other rooms to bring people rushing.’ He bent his head and took her nub in his mouth.
Morven arched into him and bit back a scream as he suckled.
Fraser lifted his head a scant inch from her mound. His breath tickled her sensitive skin as he spoke. ‘Scream, love, show me you want this and more.’ His tongue flicked over the entrance to her channel and then dipped inside a little to gather up the juices there.
She writhed and his hands clutched her hips to hold her where he wanted her.
Then the assault on her senses increased threefold as his tongue laved, his teeth grazed and his lips sucked and caressed her. Her mound, her channel, her thighs and her clitoris all received equal attention. Fraser used his thumbs to press and stroke her skin as he increased her arousal. She began to sag as pulses throbbed and nerves jumped.
‘More, love, let it go and show me.’ He held her in place as she began to shudder and then he bit down on her nether lips and she exploded into tiny bits. Stars danced in front of her eyes, bells rang in her ears and she screamed as her climax overwhelmed her. Somewhere she thought she heard Fraser’s voice telling her how proud he was, how amazing she looked and to let herself be cosseted.
She might have answered him, but in truth Morven had no idea. She floated,
Just to make you wonder lol
 
I so love writing Regency. It was a time of wonder of opulence and of determination. You never knew who would win.
I hope you enjoy this tease.
 
Sadly I cant offer any Carina books because I don’t get Author copies but I do have 5 copies of my Evernight Regencies to give away Just say what makes a Regency special and which book you’d like,
 
Happy reading,
 
Love R x
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D xxxx
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