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Jason held his cheroot to the side and blew a thin stream of blue smoke into the garden. The whiny stringed instruments from the ball couldn’t hide the crunch of feet on the path.
“What are you doing out here?” He demanded hoarsely. Trenton would put his huskiness down to the smoke, maybe the bastard would know it was emotion.
“I wasn’t flirting with her.”
“I know the language of the fan, My Lord. She wanted you to meet her in the gardens.”
“I’m only interested in meeting you.” Trenton D’Arcy swung Jason around by the arm. Jase allowed the cheroot to slip from his fingers and stamped it out. His hands landed on Trent’s shoulders as the hope of the match making mamas took his mouth in a torrid kiss that left them breathless.
Quickly, he recovered his resentment and pushed Trent away, his prick a hard ache inside his white satin evening breeches. “Damn you! Why do you do this?”
“Because I love you.”
He winced at the bald statement. “You should love some dainty demoiselle who can provide you with children and social grace. I can give you nothing.”
“You give what I most need, Jason.”
Author: Raven McAllan
Title of Book: To Catch A Fox
Character Lady Eleanor Crevan
Is this the hero/heroine/villain/secondary character? Heroine
Please give a warm welcome to Lady Eleanor Crevan from To Catch A Fox by Raven McAllan today as we sit down and see what makes her tick.
Q: So tell us about yourself. What got you in the crosshairs for your author?
She said she wanted to write a book set in Regency Times, which wasn’t set in London. As my behavior made it impossible to stay in the capital, she decided to focus on me.
Q: What was it that drew you to your mate?
Mate? Ohh no, I have two, and I like to think I had no option.
Q: A little naughty fun, where was the wildest place you seduced your partner(s)?
Shall we just say everywhere? Why men think they do the seducing I have no idea… There is an expression, let a man chase you until you catch him! In my case two men.
Q: Boxers, briefs or Commando on a man?
You have flummoxed me here. Oh Raven has explained, my men are more than men so to speak, and we live in Regency times. They wear what they have to, no more, no less.
Q: If your partners wants to seduce you, what’s one sure fire trick they can play? Fill my mind.
Q: What is the one place on your partner’s body that you know will drive them wild-in and out of bed? It depends on the time and the place. Stanford loves the lobe of his ear nipped. Alexander has a ticklish spot on his thigh…
Q: What was one of the most embarrassing thing your author did to you in To Catch A Fox?
To forget to show me how to untie knots
Q: Anything else you would like to add? I’m looking forward to reading my brother’s story and that of Balgair, who is the leader of a certain group of foxes.
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Blurb
Eleanor may be a lady, but even she knows that there’s more than one way to catch a fox…
When Eleanor was told the foxes had returned to Wilderwood, she wondered and hoped it wasn’t just any old foxes. She’d spoken to no one of her week of passion with Alexander and Stanford Foxxe. The Foxxe brothers had warned her about their other lives, but Eleanor had been skeptical until that magical night where they had showed her their true selves. They shifted from human to animal; howled at the moon, and mated with her. Now six years later, the foxes were back. Had they come for her? If they had, would her changed circumstances alter all their plans? How would they cope with what she had become?
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So, here’s my lastest historical. Yes it a little different, this one is not a menage. Adriana, has enough to contend with, without bringing a third person into the mix.
Why unusual?
I was reading an article on a plane (I get a lot of inspiration on long haul.) which was talking about an upper class woman’s place in Regency times. My feminist side was outraged, my writers side intrigued, and my interest piqued. What if a fiance wouldn’t play ball? Or, rather wanted to er play with balls. Specifically those of her affianced. He wasn’t willing.
Would she stand back and let him take his balls home for somoene else? not my heroine!
Blurb
Why be a wife if a mistress has more fun? All Adriana has to do is get Ashley to agree…
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Finding her intended bollocks-deep in his mistress when she is trembling with wanting and suppressed desires does not impress Adriana. If being a mistress entails being part of such passion, then a mistress only she will be.
Ashley, Earl of Addersley, thinks otherwise. He wants a wife on his terms. Terms that would send this lady of the Ton screaming…or would they?
An agreement, a challenge, a single night of mind-blowing passion very well may determine the outcome. Wife or mistress? Which shall it be?
Excerpt….
“You are to be my wife,” Ash said stiffly. He knew his face reddened in shame, for he was ashamed of the discomfort he had caused her. “However,” he continued, ignoring the ripple of excitement her query had aroused, “not my whore. I respect you.”
“I would be better off as your mistress and get the body and the fucking I desire,” she said frankly. “Lud, Ash. I want your love, your body, and to be fucked. If that is not to be my culmination, then let me be your whore. For a twelvemonth, I have spied and regarded you in secret, stroking myself after peering at you without your knowledge. Lud, I ache for your touch. If, as your wife, I do not receive all that I desire, I do not desire to be your wife. Why should I settle for less than all you can—if you chose—give me?” she demanded. “Just because it is assumed women of our class do not enjoy more than the mere mechanics of sex, or indeed, merely tolerate a husband’s touch, do not assume that of me. If, as your mistress, I will receive more than duty demands, then make me her. However, don’t bother to make me your wife. I have too much esteem to settle for less than I deserve.”
He wondered if he imagined what he heard. “And you feel you deserve to be my mistress?”
“Well, I deserve more than a ten-minute fumble once the lamps are dimmed.”
He couldn’t believe his ears. Bloody hell. This was a woman after his own heart…or cock.
“Know you what you are asking? For the pictures you are conjuring have my cock throbbing. It knows, as I do, the pleasure to be had in showing you. I believe,” he said slowly, “you do deserve more, my love. My whore you shall be.”
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Meet Juliet Chastain
As an ex-fashion photographer, Juliet Chastain says that, in a way, writing fiction is a lot like photography. She takes a few elements—models and clothes in photography, characters and setting in her writing—and makes them come alive in a compelling story.
Ever since she wrote a tragic tale of two kittens back in sixth grade, (five illustrated pages that made her cry) Juliet has had a yen to write. Now that she’s put down her camera, she indulges herself by writing short steamy romances with models, er, heroes, like a passionate sea captain, a sweet-natured hunk of a werewolf, and the devil’s own sexy-as-hell grandson—every one of them ready to fulfill his lady’s deepest desires.
You can learn more about Juliet and her collection of out-of-the-ordinary heroes at julietchastain.com, and contact her at juliet@julietchastain.com.
Blurb
Links to buyourtesan, Lady Amelia Kentley, and their evening together becomes far more than either expected.
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Breathless Press Author Spot Berengaria Brown
Lesbian Romances
I’ve always been fascinated by the way in which women in the past, when they had no legal rights at all, but were merely the property of, first, their father, then later, their husband, managed to rearrange the world to find their own happiness.
I greatly respect women like Queen Elizabeth I of England, who ruled a powerful and influential nation, such that the known world was in awe of her, in an era when women had no rights at all. She did it with wit, intelligence, and a cunning ability to keep everyone at her beck and call.
I’m also a huge Georgette Heyer fan, and love the Regency era, so it was only to be expected that sooner or later I’d write a lesbian romance, set in the Regency time period. And of course the women work out how to be happy. It just takes time and effort.
I also write contemporary lesbian romances. The challenges are different today, but the path to true love seldom runs straight and smooth.
“Loving Lydia”, out now at Breathless Press, has been described by several reviewers as the perfect book to
“Loving Lydia” Blurb-read for people wanting to experiment with lesbian fiction. Once you taste some girl on girl action, you’ll be sure to want more. After all, who knows exactly what a lady likes, better than another woman.
Tammy’s sights are set and goals targeted. With one thing on her mind – Lydia – she will stop at nothing to satisfy every craving her body has for the seductive female, including showing up at the same gym for a chance encounter.
Lydia’s career is in her pocket. Successful, motivated, and driven, Lydia realizes she wants more out of life than just her job. Aware of Tammy’s intentions, Lydia decides to play along, at least until a cup of steaming hot coffee turns into a passionate night. Can she split her life between her career and Tammy?
Will Tammy be able to quench her thirst for Lydia with one night of hot sex, or will she be left wanting more?
“Loving Lydia” Excerpt-
Tammy’s heart clenched at the succulent picture Lydia made, her soft golden-blonde hair looking very pretty against the bright yellow shirt. She gulped.
“Sounds good.” She dragged in another deep breath. “Meet you at the coffee shop across the street in, say, half an hour then?”
“Yeah, that’ll be good.” Lydia slid her cell phone back into her pocket and increased the speed of her bike.
Tammy tried to concentrate on her own work-out, but her eyes slid over to the delicious picture her neighbor made, with just the slightest sheen of sweat on her face, her legs pumping the bike pedals.
Her face will look just like that as we make love—that glow of perspiration, the smile in her eyes. But her attention will be focused on me as I bring her to one orgasm after another. I wonder if her pussy is bare or if she has blonde curls for me to run my fingers through as I search out her clit to stroke it. Her skin is fair and soft. I bet her nipples will be pink rather than brown. But in my mouth, they’ll soon turn hard and red as I suck her closer and closer to exploding. And then I’ll—
Tammy brought her mind back to the present as cream dripped from her cunt, dampening her panties. Lucky I was planning to have a shower and change my underwear!
Tammy watched as Lydia slid off her bike, smiled at her, and wandered over to the weights to do the next part of her program. She’d first noticed Lydia a couple of months ago, and the attraction had been instant and all-consuming. Lydia was very organized and followed a routine. Unlike Lydia, Tammy didn’t have a set program. She just did whatever she felt like and right now what she wanted to do was watch Lydia, so she stayed on the bike.
Because Tammy didn’t have a set program, it was easy for her to come to the gym a couple of times a week when she knew Lydia would be there, hoping she could get to know her better.
And the more she learned about the woman, the more she ached to hold her in her arms and make love to her. And now, finally, they were going to have a coffee together. Awesome!
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“Sappho’s Sisters” blurb:
Lady Eustacia Lumley is the only child of the Earl of Wentworth. It’s her duty to marry well and ensure the succession.
Margaret Durrell is the fourth daughter of a gently born, but near penniless vicar. She has no option but to marry a man who can provide for her and possibly for some of her sisters as well.
Best friends since their days at Miss Marcomb’s Academy for Young Ladies, both women are very interested in Sappho’s poetry and ideas. One evening while visiting the Wentworth estate, Margaret has a headache and Eustacia offers to massage her scalp. This act of kindness leads them into an
encounter they both find very enjoyable.
The two young women fall deeply in love, but is there any hope for them? Or will they both have to conform to the rigid rules of Regency society?
Buy link for “Sappho’s Sisters”: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sappho039ssisters-667905-144.html
“Lady Caroline’s Reward” blurb:
Lady Caroline Eversley is the only child of the Earl of Blackshire. He is growing forgetful and she needs a chaperone so hires Miss Dinah Watkin, a distant relative whom she met once at a family gathering
and enjoyed good friendship with.
While dealing with unwanted suitors, Dinah and Caroline fall in love, and Dinah teaches Caroline all about sex. But the problem of Caroline’s suitable chaperonage refuses to go away. And in Regency England unmarried women had almost no rights. Whatever will happen to them as the Earl’s health fails?
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Berengaria Brown
Check out my blog and web page for other lesbian romances and also for other Regency romances.
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Happy Wednesday ~
“I do not care one jot if my mama thinks we should visit. I won’t.” It was rare Hermione put her foot down, but on the odd occasion she did so, her men usually took heed and did not press her.
However, for a change Berry persisted.
“I feel we should my love. We need not stay, just go and partake of luncheon, give her the chance to ask for a favor and you to refuse, and return to town.”
“The day is too short.” Hermione said stubbornly. “Ran is away one more seeing to the affairs of his other mistress and ‘twould be dangerous.”
“Oh I do hope so.” Berry answered with a wicked smile. “So my love, you will be ready at nine.’
When Berry spoke in that tone, Hermione knew he was in dominant mode and dare not defy him.
It was with a degree of annoyance she presented herself at their carriage, deliberately tardy. She was prompt, a delay should invoke a spanking. Although she would prefer all three of them to be present, to increase her arousal and her anticipation, she was still ready to see just how Berry would chastise her.
To her disappointment he seemed not to notice her act of defiance. They chatted as the carriage left town, and headed into the country.
Bored Hermione began to doze.
To be woken up with a jolt as the carriage lurched to a halt, the door was wrenched open and a long arm pulled her onto the verge.
“Wha..” her moth was covered, as were her eyes, her hands tied, before she felt herself lifted and thrown over one sturdy shoulder..
And stifled a giggle. That oath as she kicked her captor somewhere delicate was unmistakeable. Now she knew why Ran’s return had been delayed.
Listening carefully she heard a second set of footsteps. So they were both in on whatever this surprise was.
She felt her skirts lifted and a spank hard and exciting touched each cheek.
“Next time, you will be ready at the appointed hour.”
Not if I receive treatment as this. This is guaranteed to make me delay my attendance.
“We are awaiting your reply?”
“Perhaps.”
Smack, this time harder, she knew the color of her cheeks would soon match her lips. The idea was exciting, she felt herself grow wet.
Suddenly she was on her feet, she felt soft grass beneath them as she was lowered to the ground and she became aware of two hot male bodies, one on either side of her.
Her bodice was loosened her skirts lifted and she felt their hands, their cocks and their mouths over her, inside her, and bringing her and them to loud, and joyous climaxes.
Slowly their breathing quietened.
“So, our love, Happy Wednesday”
Did you like meeting these characters? Want to know them better? Check out:
To Please a Lady
When your lovers are lovers themselves and want you to help them make the perfect triangle, what do you say? “Persuade me,” of course!
Unconventional and happy, Hermione is in the enviable position of having not one but two lovers to attend to her every need. That her lovers are lovers themselves only adds to the equation.
Berry and Ran feel it’s time to make all their various twosomes into one splendid threesome. Now all they have to do is persuade Hermione!
Being men, they are too impatient to wait for her answer.
Being a woman, she isn’t going to be pushed, shoved, or coerced into saying anything until she is good and ready. Patience is a virtue, one her men needed to get.
Spend the New Year With the characters from Wallflowers Don’t Wilt
“This circular track is more than interesting Ivo” Serena gasped as the carriage jolted over the cobbles, each lurch sending an explosion of exciting feeling into her pussy and up to her breasts.
“And my jade is perfect for increasing the feelings it inspires. For now.”
Ivo laughed, he was sitting on the floor of the carriage in front of Bella, his mouth busy on her clit, his fingers deep inside her pussy.
“I’m glad my love you are entertained so ably whilst my attention is elsewhere. I feared as a present to welcome in a new year, you both might feel this excitement too mild.” He could feel his cock pressing against the placket of his breeches, eager to participate in the activities on offer. Ruthlessly he quelled the urge to release it and plunge it into one or other of his lovers. This was for them. His turn would come.
“Then maybe if Bella nurtures you, as I nurture her, your enjoyment will increase ten-fold.” he murmured before reapplying his lips to the rosy mound in front of him.
He noticed the look that passed between his ladies, complicit and understanding.
“Hmm maybe, but perchance maybe not.” Serena was on the floor next to him, his cock out of his breeches and into her hands before he drew breath. He felt her soft breath on his rigid staff before she took him into her mouth and sucked.
It was enough for him to renew his own efforts. The coach bounced, their suction strengthened as they held on.
With a roar, a shout, a moan and several sighs the multiple climaxes overcame them all.
Like meeting Ivo, Serena and Arabella? Check them out in
Wallflowers Don’t Wilt
Two women on the verge of freedom. One man looking for adventure. Can he persuade them that freedom comes in many forms, including three bodies entwined?
Ivo Daranton is bored. What he sees in a busy ballroom soon removes the boredom and replaces it with the thrill of the chase. His quarry? Serena and Arabella—Sappho-following, pinkie-linking, more than just friends.
Although they had not thought they were inclined to include a man in their lives, Ivo decides they are wrong: a man is needed, and that man is him. How he persuades them to give him and his idea a chance—or rather, how the ladies encourage him to persuade them—is as unconventional as the life they intend to lead.
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Bound by Love
by April Dawn
Blurb:
Chloe Adderley is on the run from an unwanted marriage and a father who is far more dangerous than she realizes.
Faced with an ultimatum that she can’t accept: marry the man or starve to death in her room, running to her grandmother’s house in Italy seems to be the only choice. She will pretend to be a governess, and hire a ship to take her there. It is a flawless plan. When she is robbed and knocked unconscious, however, she never suspects that the man who finds her will mistake her for a harlot.Captain Darion Bannon is dismayed to discover that the unconscious woman he has taken aboard is actually an innocent lady. They find themselves falling in love, and Darion admits that he is a Privateer for the Sons of Liberty. When they are arrested for piracy, as the Crown calls it, they face a cruel prison and transportation to the Colonies, and Darion must fight to keep the woman he loves. Only their love can help them survive the cruel twists of fate.
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Excerpt: Bound by Love by April Dawn
Hearing the sound of heavy boots drawing near to the door, Chloe ran to the bed. Quickly, she covered herself with the blanket and thrust the blade into the folds. She closed her eyes as she heard the soft clicking of a key entering the lock as though it were telling the story of her doom. Her ragged breathing seemed too loud. She held her breath.
She heard someone come in, and the door locked again. She continued to be patient, her pulse went wild, but she remained still. Finally footsteps came toward her, and a hand touched her face softly.
Now or never!
Chloe slid the knife out of the covers as quick as she could. The covers fell away from her breasts, exposing them to the cold air. The peaks went rigid, and a blush covered her skin. Ignoring this fact as best she could, she thrust the tip of the blade against his throat.
Gasping as she met the eyes of the man in front of her, Chloe peered into two dark pits that were sucking her in. Her eyes left his and glanced over the rest of him. He was not what she had expected.
She thought that she would be faced with a repulsive, putrid seaman with dirty hair and a long beard, perhaps even an eye patch. She was alarmed at his clean clothes and rugged yet handsome appearance. A scar above his eye gave the impression he wasn’t someone to toy with. He was clean-shaven and appeared to be freshly scrubbed. A very masculine smell emanated from him, like salt, leather and sweat. It made her want to put her nose to his skin and breathe deep.
She chided herself inwardly for the wicked thought. Trying not to show the fear and excitement racing through her, she took a breath. She amazed herself as she held the knife steadily in her hands.
“Release me right now or I shall slice your throat, you cad. I’ll not accept your hands on me again.”
“You sure are a feisty little trollop.” He perused her with an infuriating smirk. “Put down the knife. I intend to pay when I have need of your services.”
She tried to appear confident, ignoring his words.
“Give me my clothes, take me to the dock, and let me go, or I’ll kill you!”
Her unflinching eyes stared into his. Heart pounding as though it would erupt from her chest and flee from the room, she tried to breathe steadily. Her hand shook slightly with the dread that coursed through her veins. She was not certain what scared her more, that she was at his mercy, or that she found the thought exhilarating.
He ogled her exposed breasts.
“I rather like you like this.” He smirked.
How dare he stare at her in this indecent manner! Chloe glanced down for a second to jerk the sheet up around herself, realizing her mistake at once. He grabbed her hand and twisted. The knife slipped from her grasp.
Wrenching her other hand back, he held them behind her, forcing her breasts into his chest. The friction of her nipples against the rough material of his shirt sent waves of pleasure through her. She struggled to get away, not just from the man, but from the feelings. They confused her and drew her mind from her struggles.
He pulled her up with him as he stood, the hard length of him pressing against her softness. The blanket fell away, exposing the rest of her ivory body. She strained to keep her legs together in an attempt to protect her vulnerability.
He towered over her; the top of her head came well below his chin. Stronger also, much stronger than he seemed. His lankiness was a facade, for the muscles bulged under his shirt as he held her in a vice-like grip. Dragging her with him as though she were a rag doll, he shook his head resolutely.
“You want to play a game, harlot? Good, we’ll play.”
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About the Author:
Hello, my name is April Dawn. I live in California with my loving husband and a beautiful baby boy who was born in ’08. I enjoy reading, travel, and music. I have always loved to read. I have read voraciously for more than twenty years now. (OOPs, guess I’m showing my age there.) I have a love of suspense, fantasy, PI and police crime novels, and so many others, but I have a real soft spot for historical romance.
I think I wrote my first official romance scene when I was about fifteen or so. It consisted of a girl being taken aboard a pirate ship and falling madly for the captain. I wish I still had that writing, because it would be real fun to read what I wrote like back then. I started writing seriously in 2002, and finished my first novel that year which retained the title “Romance Novel” for more than five years. I hope to publish it within the next year or so. I have since finished two other novels that were lucky enough to be named something other than “Romance Novel”..
In the future, I hope to be able to bring more of my characters into the world as I work to finish and publish the other novels that I have begun. Stay tuned to meet all the pirates, gunslingers and thieves that run through my head. Hopefully you will love them as much as I do.