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How about a MAN in jeopardy for a change? Desiree Holt gives him to you in COLLISION COURSE

I’m always fascinated with kickass heroines, especially those with excellent defense skills and the determination to use them. I myself have a Texas Concealed Carry license and practice frequently with my weapon. I was at the gun range one day, cleaning up my spent cartridges, when the idea of a female sharpshooter came to me. What if she was former law enforcement? And add former military to that. Tough as nails but still feminine and sexy. At a point in her life when she had an indecisive picture of her future and a badly wounded heart. And here comes the man-in-jeopardy, sexy, smart, running for his life and hiding away in her tiny corner of Texas. Would she protect him? Defend him?The idea for Collision Course was born. The gun range where Casey practices looks exactly like the one I use, and the scenery as she heads back to her little town is what I see on the way back to my little town. Connelly, Texas is a carbon of the little Texas town where I live and the Half and Half a takeoff on the place where people in my town gather to eat, drink exotic coffees and tap into WiFi.So, you ask, am I Casey? I sure would like to be.
He's discovered that his boss, international businessman Charles Bennett, is actually dealing in drugs and illegal arms. Killers are on his trail and Tate Buchanan needs a place to hide and use his hacking skills to get the evidence he needs. He finds it in tiny Connelly, Texas, where he also finds hotter than hot Casey McIntyre. After six years with the F.B.I. and four years in Afghanistan marked by a disastrous love affair, Casey is trying to put both her life and her shattered heart back together. Her instincts tell her that the stranger in the family restaurant has trouble on his back but her common sense tells her to stay as far away from him as possible. Of course, common sense never paid attention to combustible chemistry and it's not long before Casey and T.J. (as he now calls himself) are spending every minute together day and night. Can he find the proof he needs before the killers track him down? And when they do, can Casey use all her skills to protect him and keep him safe? A man-in-jeopardy story for a change, where a kickass woman uses all her skills to protect the man she's come to love.
Crack! Crack! Crack!Casey McIntyre fired the last three bullets in her Glock 17G thirteen-round clip, hitting dead in the middle. No center mass for her. All her shots went straight to the head of the silhouette with one hundred percent accuracy. She nodded her head in satisfaction.Since she’d left the service and come home, she started most of her days the same way. She tried to tell herself it was to keep her skills sharp but in reality, anger drove her. She still had so much of it stored up inside her, along with a world of hurt.She trudged to the backstop, nailed up another target and took a black Magic Marker from her jeans pocket. In big letters she wrote a P and an M on the head, making them as bold as possible. At the shooting table again, she reloaded her Glock and checked to verify her H&K P30 had a full clip. The two guns were her personal weapons, much like the ones she’d been issued when she’d been attached to the Special Ops unit in Afghanistan.She adjusted her ball cap, yanking at the ponytail poking out through the opening in back. Putting on her ear protectors and safety glasses, she picked up the Glock and sighted.Bam!Again the first shot drilled a hole in the center of the head.Die, Paul Marsden. You asshole. Rat bastard. User.The next three shots, in rapid succession, stitched a straight line down the torso. With defiant satisfaction, she emptied the rest of the clip into the genital area, blowing a nice round hole in his package. The act gave her the first real sense of wiping away the past and taking control of her life since she’d come home. She had to suppress an urge to lift the gun and blow on the barrel the way old-time gunfighters did.Reloading the clip, she fired again. By the time she’d finished, she’d gone through two more and the silhouette hung in shreds and tatters. Wiping her hands on her jeans, she tore the target down and replaced it with another. Again she marked it with initial­s—A.A.S.—and drew a circle around them with a vicious stroke. Then she picked up the Heckler & Koch, settling the familiar grip into the palm of her hand.This time when she sighted, she aimed for center mass and unloaded the entire clip without pausing between shots. Reloading with rapid speed, she fired in the same pattern, over and over again, until she’d used all the .45mm ammo and left a hole in the silhouette big enough to drive a small car through. By then her arms were quivering, her body covered with sweat. Sitting on the bench at the loading table she forced herself to slow her breathing and her racing pulse before policing her brass and packing away her gear.Shooting the ghost of her former lover had been cathartic but not half as satisfying as destroying the target marked A.S.S.—Col. Aaron Sherman Smart.Good initials for him. They suited bastard that he turned out to be. A sanctimonious son of a bitch.
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Jane Austen and I rewrote SENSE AND SENSIBILITY! Very, very sexy version!

Jane would have liked
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Did Jane know about...shhhh...sex?
I helped her out in this new version of SENSE AND SENSIBILITY. Be Warned! This is erotic romance, Austen style! Her words with my insertions!

SENSE AND SENSIBILITY:      The Dashwood sisters love too passionately, without reciprocal feelings from the men they adore. But lust can change a man.
Tickled! Color me tickled that I am adding to Jane Austen’s SENSE AND SENSIBILITY with the erotic twists she might have forgotten to include.
S AND S is about two sisters who fall in love and in lust with men who are so well matched for them that trouble ensues. Yes, trouble!
For example, the younger sister has the hots to a dude named WILLOUGHBY. Handsome and witty, he dances attendance upon her and then one day, he puts her in his carriage, leaves the country party in the dust and takes Marianne to his aunt’s home. A Big No-No to do in 1811.
And here is what happens between them: Copyright, 2012-2013, Jane Austen and Cerise DeLand.The carriages were then ordered; Willoughby's was first, and Marianne never looked happier than when she got into it. He drove through the park very fast, and they were soon out of sight; the entire party, save Elinor, laughing at their departure.Marianne exulted in Willoughby’s dashing act. Curling her arm through his as he drove, she settled against him. “I daresay, my dear girl, I feel your body purring like a cat’s.”Gazing up at his striking face, she admired his roguish beauty and the fact that he was hers. “When I am with you, I am a cat.”He reigned the horses to a halt and caught her against him. “I like you wild and clawing at me. Shall I encourage you to do that?”She tossed him a saucy glance, her shoulder up, her chin to one side. “Do as you will, Willoughby. I am yours.”Capturing her hand, he pressed it to his chest. But she was not satisfied with so staid a sample of his charms, she trailed her hand downward to his flies where her fingers cupped his swollen flesh and kneaded his manly attributes. “I say,” he gasped, his hand covering hers, “You are a minx. I lose my breath, my mind.”She arched a brow. “But not your erection.”“Never. Not with you in my reach.”“I pray you, show me this proud declaration of your regard for me.”“No. You are but a girl.”“Your girl, you rogue.” She massaged his cock and balls. “This package must be unwrapped.” She worked at his buttons and soon his red warrior stood straight up, the helmet bold and proud, droplets of delights oozing from his slit. “Oh, this is quite perfect, Willoughby. I have never seen anything so tall and thick. Oh. And he moves! He jerks for me. Shall I reward him?”“Do, do,” Willoughby encouraged her, sighing and biting his lower lip. “He awaits your fine touch.”She rubbed her thumb over the pearls dribbling from his seam. “He gives more and more. I am enchanted, Willoughby. What more can I do to show him my enthusiasm?”“Kiss him.”“Oh,” she enthused and bent to the act. “He is luscious. Hot and hard, the skin soft and yet so malleable. How do you do this, Willoughby?”Laughing, he collapsed backward to the seat and let her have her way. “It is natural, my pet. I give all to you. That is my fondest pleasure.”“Do you, dear sir?” Teasing him, she kissed his cock once more, licking her lips between her blessings to his member.  “Show me your aunt’s house then.” She took all of his fine manhood down her throat, hearing him groan his approval of her act.“Shall I?” he seemed to ask himself more than her.“Of course. We need more…roomfor our pleasures, would you not say?” She let her eyes dance at him. The merry idea of a couch, a bed, a carpeted floor to lay him down and suck on his marvellous member filled her heart with rapture.“I do, I do.” He pushed her up from him, fumbling to button his flies. “I need to have your mouth on me until completion.”“Completion?” She sat back, allowing him his haste and preening that she had led him to it, even though her breasts ached and her lower body pulsed with need of him. “What is that?”He caught her chin. “Heaven.”“Take me there,” she entreatied him. “Now.”* * * * *VISIT http://www.cerisedeland.com for more fabulous Regency titles by Cerise! And if like contemporaries too, Cerise has SEALs, Delta Force, CEOs and hot cowboys for your pleasure! Find Cerise: Cerise's website: http://cerisedeland.com Cerise's Blog: http://cerisedeland.blogspot.com Like me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cerisedeland...Follow me on Twitter: @cerisedeland Goodreads: Cerise DeLand Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/frenchcherryred  

HOMETOWN HEROES and Pets for Vets! Sabrina York does another great book!

     Presenting a contemporary romance bundle of 16 novels with happily-ever-after endings, including previously published readers' favorites and brand-new material from USA Today  Melissa Schroeder, Lucy Monroe, and Nancy Warren, NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Sabrina York along with bestselling and award-winning authors: Allie K. Adams, Destiny Blaine, Cathryn Cade, Jami Davenport, Kate Davies, Taryn Elliott/Cari Quinn, Rachel Grant, Sandy James, Adrianne Lee, Hildie McQueen, Katy Regnery and Sandy SullivanBestselling Authors:
All proceeds for this charity bundle go to Pets for Vets—saving unwanted pets and providing support to our troops.

HOMETOWN HEROES--HOTTER EVER AFTER

They’re all hometown heroes, guys from small towns who’ve made a name for themselves, big or small, who’ve withstood the odds and risen to the challenge, who are heroes in their own right. Now, these sixteen stories are available in a single bundle for a limited time at the discounted price of $1.99. All proceeds from this bundle benefit the Pets for Vets charity.Preorder: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00N06ORVE

Heartbreak on a Stick by Sabrina York When A-List movie star Jason Sherwood returns to the hometown that once rejected him, he has one goal in mind: Getting revenge on the woman who broke his heart so many years ago. But when he discovers his assumptions about her were wrong, he only wants to win her back. Hopefully, it’s not too late.Gina Fox has always pined for her high school lover…and now he has returned, turning her world upside down. But life isn’t as simple now as it was then. And she can’t get over the fact that Jason walked away from her without a word. When he launches a sultry seduction, she tries, with everything in her, to resist…because at his core, Jason is nothing but heartbreak on a stick. Read an excerpt:
“Gina.”Hell. Even now, she heard his voice, dancing on the breeze.“Gina.”Louder now. More substantive.Her heart lurched. Her head swung around. She stared.Oh shit.This was not a fantasy or her imagination or even a wish. He was here.She scrambled to her feet and brushed off her butt, forcing her knees to lock, even though they wobbled. “Jace— Um, Jason.”He was tall. Much taller than he’d been. And broad. His shoulders were breathtaking. And his muscles—muscles the boy had not had, honed through years of working out for parts, no doubt—filled his tight black T-shirt. She ripped her gaze away from the tantalizing bulges to the lines of his face. Gawd. Tantalizing there too. His lips—which she remembered, tasted still—full and lush. His dark eyes were fringed with sinful lashes. The scar on his right eyebrow, the dimples, the curve of his cheek.It was difficult to breathe.“I-I didn’t expect to see you here.”He smiled and something in her gut quivered. “I didn’t expect to see you.” He took a step closer. And another. “You… look good.” His throat worked.“You, ah, you too.” Good was not the word.She’d drooled over the TV screen Sunday nights when Blood Curse came on—the few times she’d dared to watch. Jason as a tormented vampire was irresistible. But his screen persona was nothing to his presence here now. He was like a beautiful spider’s web, luring her closer for one more glance when she knew, if she came too close, she would be trapped, consumed.Her instincts told her to run.She resolved not to. She resolved to face him. And be…civil.To that end, she smiled. It was a light, flippant smile. It cost her. “Aren’t you supposed to be having a parade or something?”A shadow passed over his features, as though he didn’t care for her blasé air. “Or something.” He shoved his hands in his pockets.“You really shouldn’t miss it.”“Shouldn’t I?” He got that tone, the one he used to get when he was feeling rebellious and truculent. He’d never used it on her before.“Eden will be devastated.”“Oh, well, God forbid I disappoint Eden Ames.” He strolled around her, taking her in, though she turned with him because it seemed the prudent thing to do. One did not turn one’s back on a petulant panther.“She dislikes being disappointed.”This seemed to annoy him. The muscle in his cheek tightened and bunched. He leaned in and hissed, “Fuck Eden Ames. Fuck all of them.”She didn’t know why she lurched back. His vehemence, perhaps, the heat of his breath, or the vitriol. But she lurched back and kept going, as he followed, until she backed into a tree.He loomed over her, far too close. And Lord, yes. He was much taller. He smelled the same though, like musk and man and Jason. She’d missed his scent. She’d missed it so much she was tempted to close her eyes and just breathe it in, fill her lungs with him until she could hold no more.But she couldn’t close her eyes. Her gaze was riveted to his.Tension crackled and spit between them.When he edged closer, she set a hand on his chest. To hold him back. Probably. His heart thudded beneath her palm.He was harder than he used to be. Oh, physically, certainly, but in other ways as well. There was a coldness in his eyes she’d never seen before.It frightened her. And thrilled her.She flinched when he lifted a hand and cupped her cheek. His touch was warm, gentle. He didn’t say anything, just stared at her, which was unnerving. But when he spoke, his words were more unnerving still, though whispered as they were. “Dear God, Gina, how are you even prettier?”“I—”He didn’t let her answer. His mouth closed over hers in a heated rush. A dizzying hunger snarled through her as she tasted him on her tongue. Yes, her soul cried, yes! Yes!He moved closer, pressing her against the tree, sealing their bodies and their mouths and ravishing her with an unleashed passion.She’d forgotten. Well, maybe not forgotten, but certainly released her hold on the memory. It was far too painful to live without him. To wake up every day knowing her life was devoid of the brilliance he brought.Now it all came rushing back in a scorching tide, swamping her, spinning her about and sweeping her quickly toward the oblivion of the fall.His kiss was a tumult. It was passion and need and wild frenzy. It was lips and teeth and tongues. It was murmured whispers and muffled moans.He shoved his fingers through her hair to hold her still, then tipped her head and ate his way down to her neck, to nuzzle her there as he once had done. To make her wild and mad. To make her succumb when she really knew better.She knew better now. She knew where this could lead, what catastrophe they taunted.And the true tragedy?She didn’t care.She didn’t care that this could ruin her, devastate her, burn her up from the inside out.She didn’t care.Kiss me. Take me. Destroy me.

Read about the collection:A LITTLE HARMLESS SEX by USA Today author Melissa Schroeder--When Anna falls for her best friend Max, it might be true love, or the biggest mistake of her life.

CHANGE THE GAME by USA Today author Lucy Monroe--Alex is looking for revenge. Isabel is looking for a relationship without those pesky things called emotions. Neither will get what they're looking for, but a whole lot more!

WILD RIDE (Changing Gears, Book 1) by USA Today author Nancy Warren--Trouble is piling up in the small town of Swiftcurrent, Oregon with hints of a treasure missing since WWII, a motorcycle riding bad boy history prof, a sexy librarian and a murder. It all adds up to a very Wild Ride.

HEARTBREAK ON A STICK by USA Today and New York Times author Sabrina York--When the man
who broke her heart ten years ago suddenly returns to town—a hot shot movie star—Gina Fox is determined to avoid him. But for some reason, Jason Sherwood is pursuing her again.

MADRONA SUNSET by bestselling author Jami Davenport--Meet a wounded warrior suffering from paralyzing guilt and woman pining for her dead husband--both damaged souls craving comfort for a moment or a lifetime.

BRACE FOR IMPACT by bestselling author Allie K. Adams--Bush pilot Reid Cavanaugh’s life is turned upside down when he takes a fare that ends up driving his plane into the ground and him into the danger surrounding her.

HONORABLE SACRIFICE by bestselling author Destiny Blaine--Hired to protect an affluent family with embarrassing secrets, Audra McAllister doesn’t believe in love until she reconnects with a small-town hero willing to risk everything to win Audra’s heart.

SHE'S WORTH IT ALL by bestselling author Cathryn Cade--Mase Barnett is a hometown hero with a secret. Natalie Cusco has a broken heart only a strong man can heal. Will this wounded hero risk everything to show her she's worth it all?

DECEIVING DANTE by award-winning author Kate Davies—A stolen car on her front lawn. A sexy cop - looking to arrest her favorite student. A principal ready to fire her. Could Ellie's Monday get any worse?

ROCK, RATTLE AND ROLL by USA Today bestselling author Cari Quinn and bestselling author Taryn Elliott--A beachfront cottage, hours of alone time, and plenty of skin-on-skin action is just what the rock star and his new wife ordered—until the future comes much quicker than they expected.

GRAVE DANGER by Golden Heart finalist Rachel Grant--An archaeologist digs up a murder victim in a Northwest archaeological site and must help the hunky local police chief solve the crime before she becomes the next victim.

TURNING THIRTY-TWELVE by award-winning author Sandy James--Jackie Delgado didn't want a new man in her life until a dreaded blind date with police detective Mark Brennan turns out to be more exciting
than she'd ever imagined.

HIS ONLY DESIRE by Adrianne Lee--Nick Rossetti married the wrong twin sister. Will the right one ever forgive him?  Not if her stalker has his way.

EVEN HEROES CRY by Hildie McQueen--War widow Tesha Washington slowly draws Adam Ford out of the shell that used to be a man, and learns there really is such a thing as starting over.

THE VIXEN & THE VET by bestselling author Katy Regnery--In a Beauty & the Beast reboot, an ambitious reporter tracks down a wounded war vet for a scoop and ends up falling in love with him instead.

TROUBLE WITH A COWBOY by Sandy Sullivan--Can some slashed tires and an ornery bull bring two hard-headed people together for some fun in the sun...and a little more?PREORDER IT NOW! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00N06ORVELike our Facebook Page for Updates! https://www.facebook.com/hometownheroescharitybundle
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3 to 4 million dogs and cats are euthanized each year. These dogs can make excellent companion animals but never have that chance. Pets for Vets believes that companion animals can be a life-saving therapy that many U.S servicemen and women need.
About Sabrina York Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy to scorching erotic romance.  Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york, on Facebook or on Pintrest. Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on Amazonor wherever e-books are sold. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Free Teaser Book: http://sabrinayork.com/home-2/sabrina-yorks-teaser-book/And don’t forget to enter to win the royal tiara!
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There is nothing like a #SEAL, nothing in this world! #SEALs GOING HOT!

Have you read this series yet? DO! All have 5 STAR reviews and they make your heart sing!
Done with my pals, Desiree Holt, Samantha Cayto and Brenna Zinn, these guys rock the night...and the day when they find the one they love!
And if you are looking for my book on Amazon and you don't see the lady?
Yeah, well, that's because Amazon put that cover in its HIDDEN EROTICA JAIL for awhile...making it impossible to find and buy easily!
Here is NERO for Amazon all by himself.
So yeah, it's okay to have a naked male torso but not a female?
   Tony Nero is a SEAL going home for July 4th weeken to see his family and the woman he has tried to forget for more than a decade!   On leave due to an injury, Navy SEAL Tony Nero heads home for a little R&R and some Fourth of July fun. When his buddy’s widow Cass Phillips picks him up at the air station, Tony figures he’s in for a sexually frustrating few days. He’s had the hots for the blonde siren for years, but his best friend won her heart first. Even though Ray’s been gone more than a year, Tony bets Cass isn’t interested in any man. Not him. And especially not another SEAL.   Cass has a bone to pick with longtime friend, Tony. After her husband died, he was the closest thing her little boy had to a father figure. His visits stopped abruptly and her son doesn't understand why. Neither does she. She's also unable to quench her growing need for the tough and tender man. She's already loved and lost one SEAL, but that doesn't stop her from burning for Nero. Need a nibble of Cerise’s newest cherry? Of course you do! Copyright 2014, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.    Wild to leave, Cass headed through the French doors. Across the patio to the lawn, she sank in the lush grass. Catching herself time and again from turning an ankle, she strode toward the boathouse.   She stayed there whenever she visited, not wishing to sleep in the room she and Ray had shared when   Ray was alive. Jon still slept up at the main house with his grandparents, thinking it a vacation from Mommy and ordinary restrictions. Tonight, Cass needed the solitude the hideaway offered.   The moon was bright and she made her way quickly. She got to the steps before Tony’s hand grasped her wrist, the strength of the man she wished to escape halting her in her tracks.   “Stop. Cass, stop.”   “No.” No, she would not cry or beg or scream. She couldn’t demean herself like that. She took a step, but the giant in her path caught her against him. With just one arm, Tony could trap her.Against his formidable body, against her better judgment, she wanted to simply stand there, never move.   He crushed her close, nearer than he ever had before, and she felt the power of his presence. His one good hand pressed her fully against him, then glided down her spine to press her hips to his. She caught her breath. He was hard. And he wanted her.   She turned to leave.   “Stay. Stay.”   She shook her head, her gaze beyond him. “Let me go, Tony.”   “I don’t want to.” He lifted her chin with his injured hand. “Look at me.”   Bravery was her forte. Hell, she’d been a warrior’s wife. To face this one was easy peasy. Right?   She met his gaze.    Not the viper, not the seducer, not her friend, this man gazed down at her and absorbed her distress with sympathetic eyes. “You don’t want to go, either.”   “I couldn’t watch—” Oh, lord. Had she really blurted that? She was botching this.   “She came on to me, Cass.”    She stared at him, caught between delight at his words and regret at her. If she had more nerve, she could own up to wanting him. If she weren’t so stuck in her friendship rut, she could make a move on him. Was her pride more important than finding out if he could care for her as more than a friend?     “Listen to me.” He stroked the small of her back. “I didn’t encourage her. Why would I, Cass?” His last words were so raw, she barely heard them. But the sorrow in them thrilled her and she looked up at him again. “Why would I when I just want to be with you? Tell you how I loved your song and dance with Jon. Praise you and say you are the finest mother, babe. Why would I want to be with her when you’re the one I want to talk to? Huh? Tell me.”   She was speechless with joy.   He cradled her near him as if she were fragile china. The feel of him was heaven, like coming home to a safe place she’d never known existed. He dropped kisses to the crown of her hair and his gentleness stunned her so that she wrapped her arms around his waist and burrowed into him.   He groaned and stepped out of her embrace.   Unbalanced, she stumbled.    But he clasped her hand and pulled her along, striding like a mercenary on a mission toward the front door of her boathouse. At the threshold, he halted, dropped her hand and looked down at her, a muscle in his jaw jumping. “Invite me inside, Cass.”   An order, a metaphor, a plea. His words were all of them and she reveled in their potential. In one lunge, she swept open the screen door and pulled him inside.    He whirled her against the inside wall, pinning her there with his body and cupping her throat. “Tell me why I’m here.”   Words would be too much, too soon. She’d show him. She undulated against him, this man she had watched and wanted for months now. Wrapping her arms around him, she brushed her mouth against the corded column of his throat, nuzzling the hollow beneath his Adam’s apple. She parted her lips to taste the musk of his very healthy body. She rose on her toes, pulling him closer, nestling her puckered lips into the hollow beneath his cheekbones. She slid her mouth to his and he waited, still as stone, letting her lead.   Ah, god. She had hungered for this decadent taste of him for so long. She’d been so careful to tease apart her motives. Tony was kind, caring, no clone of Ray. No substitute either. She wanted him for his sweet, bad self. Could he want her because she was different from any other woman he took to bed? She paused to examine him.   “Don’t stop now. What’s in your eyes is too raw to be best friends with benefits.” He grabbed a fistful of her curls and yanked her head gently. “I won’t trespass. Our ties are too old, too strong. So, whatever I’m here for say it, or I’m leaving and we forget this ever happened.”   “Stay.” She took his mouth as if she were a dying woman, needing only the succor he gave. His lips were firm and willing. She grabbed him by the shirt, yearning to hold all of him, lose herself inside  him. “I want all of you.”   “Since when?”   “Months and months.”   Growling, he pressed flush against her from chest to thighs He seized her lips, bestowing sizzling kisses, grazing her tender flesh, scouring her mind. He sent his tongue inside the cavern of mouth and probed and plunged, fierce, claiming and testing. She mewled.   Breathless, he yanked away. “I’m hurting you.”   “No.” She curled her hands around his neck and drew his mouth once more to hers. “I need you to need me like that.”   “Christ, baby.” He sucked on her lips. “I’m trying not to gobble you up.”  “Damn. You’d better.”   He stopped, surprise living in his gaze, feral, dominant. This was that other Nero. Predator. Marauder. The sight of him in his splendor made her knees quiver. “What else can I do for you?”   When had any man ever asked her that? She licked her lips. “Multiple orgasms.”   He nodded, grinning. “Your wish is my command.”   Helpless joy flooded her. She’d grown so tired of Ray’s selfishness, she’d questioned any man’s desire to satisfy her in bed or out. The one man she had opened her legs for last year had turned out to be a total dud. All slap and tickle, full of sound and fury signifying nothing but meh. “You can deliver, huh?”   “Complain to me at any time,” Tony whispered with such utter compassion, that she realized he understood she lacked inspired loving. “One rule though,” he said against her mouth, his hand stroking her spine.
  To have this man in her bed, inside her, this man to roll with and rock with? Oh, yes. Yes. “Name it.” BUY LINKS!
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BANGKOK NOIR, erotic thriller from Lisabet Sarai! A treat from a fabulous author!

Welcome marvelous author, Lisabet Sarai with her newest, an erotic thriller!Bangkok, Thailand,has a split personality.It is famed forits glittering temples,vibrant street markets,deliciously fiery cuisineand abundant hospitality.At the same time,its go-go bars andsex shows, transvestitecabarets and readyflesh for hire havegiven the city arather sleazy reputation as oneof the sin capitalsof the world.  A seam of darkness runs through Bangkok, flowing slow and deep as the Chao Phraya River that winds its way through the City of Angels.
The reality,of course, is farmore complex than eitherstereotype. I knowthe city fairly well,having lived therefor two years duringthe nineties and visitedoften in the yearssince. My firstnovel, Raw Silk,celebrates the exotic,sensual side ofBangkok. Kate, theexpat heroine, finds herselfas dazzled by theopulent glamor ofher royally-connected loveras she is bythe tender ferocityof her tattooedMaster. 
My new release,an erotic thrillerentitled Bangkok Noir ,  explores the seamierside: sex for sale,official corruption,violent crime. It includes M/f, F/f and femdom scenes, as well as some real violence (though not in the context of sexual arousal).
Diana Fanning,aka the Professor,runs The Academy,the only genuine BDSMbar in Bangkok.She's the first personpolice colonel ApichatWeeranwongsakul consultswhen a bar girlturns up brutallymurdered, tightly bound,with clamped nipples andevery orifice stuffed withsex toys. The colonelfigures the killermight be one ofher customers. Buthe has his ownsecrets. He needsDiana to satisfy hisshameful dreams ofbeing beaten and abused.Meanwhile, a mysteriousAmerican named Samstalks Nok, thelovely natural dominantwho is the Professor'sstar performer. Nokis used to beingthe one in charge.She can't understandwhy she craves thediscipline Sam administers.

As more women areslaughtered, always inkinky circumstances, theProfessor finds herselfin an exclusiveworld catering to theperversions of Bangkok'swealthy and well-connected.Simultaneously looking forevidence and satisfyingher own lusts, shedoesn't realize untiltoo late that thepower she's used towielding won't saveher from becomingthe serial murderer'snext victim.
Here’s anexcerpt, in thevoice of Nok, one of the Professor’s star dancers.
****My heart was beating so hard that it hurt. When I finished my dancing time, I ran into the toilet and splashed some water on my face. I crouched down, my back against the wall, listening to the chatter of the other girls. My eyes closed, I tried to follow my breathing, the way the monks taught me. All I could see was the faranglooking at me, with that X-ray stare of his, like something from a science fiction movie. I stayed in the bathroom for as long as I could. I knew Ajarn would notice if I was gone too long. Finally, I had to go back out. I peeked out from behind the curtains, trying to see if he was still there. When I saw that his seat was empty, I sighed with relief. I headed toward the bar to get a Coke. My throat was tight and dry. Then I felt a hand on my arm. It was him. His skin was so cool, it made me shiver."Can I buy you a drink?" he asked. His voice was kind, and made me think of music. Still, I felt something like terror. He stared at me without blinking. Now it was me who had to look away. Ajarn was on the other side of the room, watching us. I couldn't refuse."Thank you, sir. Just a moment. I go get a Coke, come back right away.""Let me go with you," he said smoothly. He took my arm and walked me to the bar. After we got our drinks, he guided me to a table in the corner. "Sit," he ordered. I didn't want to, not really. But what could I do? I clicked my glass against his. "Chok dee," I said. "Good luck to you."  His smile made me feel like I had eaten a meal of live butterflies. "Same to you. What's your name?""My name Nok. What your name?""You can call me Sam," he said. "Nok is bird, right?"I nodded. He brushed my long hair off my shoulders and down my back. Then he took my chin in his hand. He raised my eyes to meet his again. I felt like I was captured. Trapped."Very appropriate. You're as delicate and airy as a sparrow." I thought of those caged birds they sell at the temples. You set the birds free to make merit, but they always return to their masters.Without warning, he kissed me. His lips were as soft as his voice, at least at first. I thought I should stop him, though. I tried to pull away. His right hand held my mouth against his. His left arm wrapped around my waist. I couldn't move. So I gave up. I let him slide his tongue into my mouth and suck the breath from me. The funny thing was, as soon as I gave in to him, I began to like it. He smelled like soap and expensive cologne. He tasted like his whiskey. I could feel that he was strong, much stronger than he looked, with his slim body and fancy clothes. He kissed me harder, biting my lip. I felt like I was melting. He let go of my chin and played with my breasts through the stretchy mesh. My sex was on fire against the hot, sticky leather.Suddenly, he pinched one of my nipples, digging in his fingernails. His mouth smothered my cry of surprise and pain. After the pain, though, I felt amazing pleasure, shooting up my spine like lightning.  "You like that, Nok." My English is only so-so, but I could tell he wasn't asking a question. He was telling me. And he was right. I was terribly embarrassed. I wanted him to do it again.****
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Did you take home your NAKED #COWBOY yet? Desiree Holt tells you how!

Amy Stark has it all together—except for chronic bad taste in men. She’s firmly in hands-off-all-men mode when a flat tire forces her to accept the help of exactly the type of man she’s sworn off. Arrogant, cocky and condescending.When she runs into him again later that day and then finds out her brother has invited him for dinner, the fire between them has a sizzle of a different kind.At eighteen, Buck Montgomery left home to make his mark on the bull-riding circuit. He may have had wild success in rodeo but his personal life is in the dust, and while he’s ready to start a new life he’s wary to expose his heart. Buck knows he should tell Amy the truth, but every time he opens his mouth, hers is right there with kisses like molten lava.When his past resurfaces at the worst possible time, Buck can only wonder if Amy will love the man he has become…or if the man he was will chase her away. Excerpt:  “What a crock.” Amy Stark kicked her well-worn boot at the rear tire on her truck, which was now flatter than a pancake. “Damn you anyway, Matthew Stark.”If her brother and her best friend weren’t off on their honeymoon, she’d really be mad at them. But she’d been so glad to see them married that she’d readily agreed to attend this cattle auction. She just hadn’t expected her truck to get a flat tire out here in the middle of godforsaken nowhere.There was a jack in the bed of the truck, but at five foot two and one hundred ten pounds she knew she didn’t have the strength to do what was needed to change the tire. She pulled out her cell phone and rechecked the bars. Only one, and barely visible. Of course. It stood to reason she’d break down where there was no reception and damn little traffic. She thought about kicking the tire one more time, but all she’d do was hurt her foot and it wouldn’t solve any problems.Sighing, she checked her watch again. Twelve thirty. The cattle auction would start in half an hour and she still had a twenty-minute drive to get there. And the whole reason for her going was to bid on a bull Matt had specifically wanted and told her how high to go.Damn, damn, damn.When she heard the rumble of a truck coming down the road, she thought she was having auditory hallucinations for a moment. But then, sure enough, a hulking black pickup came around the curve not half a mile away, driving as if it owned the highway. Hoping it wasn’t a sex pervert or a murderer driving, Amy waved her hands in the traditional motion for the driver to stop.The pickup slowed, came to a stop about six feet from her and the driver’s door opened. And Amy nearly swallowed her tongue when she saw what climbed down to the road. At least six feet of honking sexy man, his tight butt clearly outlined in his jeans, broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his shirt, traditional Stetson clapped on his head. He turned and walked toward her with the typical loose-hipped stride of the seasoned cowboy. His face was tanned, accented by dark brows and the blackest eyes she’d ever seen. His lips were curved in a smile that could have melted her panties if she let it.He surveyed her truck with its flat tire. “Looks like you’ve got a problem here. That’s some big truck for a woman your size to handle.”Amy felt her temper spiking. A woman her size? Big truck? She jammed her fists onto her hips and glared at him. “I’ll have you know I drive this truck all the time. I just…just…had an unexpected setback here.”The man laughed, a rich, deep sound. “I’d say so. Where you heading?”She waved down the highway. “There’s a cattle auction not far from here. I was supposed to be there a while ago.”“Oh? Taking something to your boss?”To her boss? Holy shit. Who was this cretin? A relic from another century? She ground her teeth, hard, but decided arguing with him wouldn’t get her anywhere. If he’d just help her get the damn tire changed, she’d be on her way. Probably never see him again. Which under other circumstances might not be too bad. But right now she was having too much trouble controlling her temper to worry about other physical reactions.“I just need to get there.” She found a pleading smile from someplace and pasted it on her face. “Is there a chance that you could help me? Do you have the time?”“For someone as pretty as you, I think I can make the time. Where’s the jack?”As pretty as her? Was this guy not the biggest chauvinist in the world? She was waiting for him to call her little lady.She chuffed out a breath. “In the bed. I’ll open it for you.”Still keeping herself under control, Amy unlocked the truck bed and raised the cover lowering the tailgate.“I can take it from here,” he told her and handed her is Stetson. Black, like his truck and his clothes.Amy was sure her back teeth would be ground to dust by the time she got her tire changed, but she couldn’t afford to annoy him. She just stood to the side, holding his hat like some hat rack or bimbo, while he expertly loosened the lug nuts and pulled off the flat. She’d never seen her savior before, so she glanced at the door of his truck to see if it had a ranch logo on it, but the panel was bare. Of course that meant nothing. She’d didn’t have Stark Ranch on hers either. It was too new.At last the tire was changed and the man tossed the flat into the truck bed. He pulled a handkerchief out of his back pocket, wiped his forehead and his hands and retrieved his hat. He moved with a relaxed, effortless ease, yet there seemed to be a contradictory fine line of tension running through his body. As if he had to be wary at all times. What on earth was that all about?“Thank you.” She held out her hand to him. “I really appreciate this.”His hand nearly swallowed hers, the warmth of it seeping into her system. With great determination, she ignored the tingles that shot up her arm and spread throughout her body.I’ve got to get out more.“My pleasure.” He winked at her. “Hope you get to your boss in time.” He started to walk away.“I’ll be sure to tell him what a help you were.” She couldn’t keep the edge of sarcasm out of her voice.
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Want a RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE? Cerise DeLand gives you one! Her newest #Regency!

RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE, Regency Romp #2Amazon: http://amzn.to/1tGU26K ARe  https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-rendezvouswithaduke-1628539-160.html NOOK  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/rendezvous-with-a-duke-cerise-deland/1120376422?ean=2940150598065 KOBO  Coming within days!iTunes   Coming soon!     Anna Fournier never intended to  fall in love. Not with any man. Especially not a duke.
     But Hugh Lattimer persists in courting her despite the scandal that surrounds her—and the innuendo that could ruin him.
     Can she escape her past and embrace a future as Hugh's duchess?
     Or will the man who murdered her father ruin her future once and for all?

     RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE is #2 in my REGENCY ROMP series, starring a lovely young composer who sells her music so that she can escape her dreadful life with a vengeful aunt and cousin.
    This series stars a full cast of delicious, devilish noblemen who were once or who still are agents for the Crown.
     RENDEZVOUS's hero is Hugh Lattimer, once a soldier and Wellington's aide, later a diplomat at the Congress of Vienna. Hugh knows secrets few  even dare to whisper...and he knows how ruthless his own comrades and his former foes can be.

Amazon: http://amzn.to/1hWjg79ARe:NOOK:  KOBO:       But when he learns that the woman he loves is a victim of one of his former colleagues, Hugh vows to cut down anyone who would shame her or hurt her.
      Hugh has a giant task before him from the first day he meets lovely, impoverished Anna in a piano shop. She seems to be a nonentity. No one knows her well, not even the man who manages her musical commissions for her. Hugh goes to Justin Belmont and his wife Kitty, a society maven, to ask for help in discovering who the charming composer might be. (Justin and Kitty's story is LADY VARNEY'S RISQUE BUSINESS.)
      Hugh calls upon his other friends, too, to help him. Victor Cameron, the Marquess of Cameron, and Dexter Elgin, Viscount Elgin use their contacts to learn just who Anna Fournier might be.
       I hope you will join me for RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE...and stay tuned for the next in the series, MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESS!


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3 men or 2? Menage or a quatre? What's your pleasure? HIS DELECTABLE COOK, HAT TRICK, HER THREE-WAY MERGER

HIS DELECTABLE COOK: Amazon ARe NOOK KOBO iTunesMy late Regency-early Victorian, HIS DELECTABLE COOK has been a hit for months now! With 3 men for one woman, I understand why! (This erotic romance has a mystery sub-plot like my other Regencies, but is unlike my REGENCY ROMPS (LADY VARNEY'S RISQUE BUSINESS and RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE) which are more historical romance, period.            The story stars a young woman who answers an advert for a position as cook to the new earl.            Does she know he is such a rogue?            Does she anticipate that he likes to share his women with his staff and his younger brothers?            Might our little cook relish the very idea?
Need a nibble?Of course you do!Copyright, Cerise DeLand 2013. All rights reserved.
     "Bess Deveraux stood before her new employer, prim as a blushing bride, which she most definitely was not, and proud as the virago she wished to become. And all because the man she faced was precisely the type of master she had yearned for since she first discovered the joys her body could give her six long years ago. He embodied all the essential qualities she desired in a lord and master: He was handsome, self-possessed, filthy rich and scandal-ridden. At the moment, he was also astonished at her appearance before him. The tick in his left cheek told that tale.     “Mrs O’Brien assures me you are qualified for my household.” Lord Taryn Wentworth sat, loose-boned, maddeningly louche, in a large leather chair examining her from across his sun-dappled library.Betty flushed with pride at her accomplishment to jump the gauntlet of the acerbic housekeeper and appear before him as the woman’s choice for the cook’s position. The servant had riddled her with questions for hours about her previous experience and her employers.   “She informs me you are experienced with supper parties and balls.” One long well-muscled leg across the other, Wentworth pursed his full lips together as his searing sapphire eyes assessed her chin, her throat and her bosom in the cook’s shapeless white attire.   At his gravelly base voice, Betty refrained from shifting on her feet as her nipples peaked high and hard against the rough cotton of her new uniform. She was so right not to have donned a corset this morning. Nor worn any pantalets. After all, she had taken this position to be free of all social restraints.   “Betty!” Mrs. O’Brien chastised her to respond to the man who had recently inherited this Mayfair house, an older pile in Dorset, an earldom and twenty thousand a year income. “Do answer his lordship.”   Betty locked eyes with him, the rogue. “I was not aware it was a question.”   “Careful, girl,” O’Brien growled.   Betty caught his lordship fighting a smile. “Yes, of course. Pardon me, Went— “ No, not so familiar, Bess!“Sorry, my lord. I am very accomplished at preparing party menus. Game, beef, puddings.”   “Red snapper?”   Betty suppressed a chuckle at his lewd reference. How like the scoundrel to try to make her laugh. “I have it on good authority that my fish is superbly prepared. Always in a savoury sauce.”   He rubbed his lower lip with the tip of one index finger. “How are your sweet things?”   When properly prepared? “They melt in your mouth.”   “Tempting,” he conceded with a tour of her body from generous breasts to tiny waist and the length of her legs. She had heard his eyes could scald and titillate. Her cunny swelled with the proof. “And what of your cakes? Do you work with chocolate?”   “I can bake one for you, my lord.”   “Frosted?”    Irritable and commanding this morning, are we, my lord Wentworth? Hmm. “Of course. Marzipan. Vanilla glaze. Whatever you—“   “What do you do with strawberries? Peaches?”   The devil. Her nipples pebbled like strawberries. Eager to have those luscious lips of his sucking them. And her peaches? She squeezed her pussy walls together. Yes. Her peaches were plump and ready to be bitten into. “Such delicacies, I offer ripe and sugared with—”   “Ices?” he cut her off with a narrowing of his sparkling eyes and a shift in his chair.   Uncomfortable, my lord?  This is your fault, you realize. You did ask. “Yes. Sculptured, my lord. Swans, birds and—“   “I see,” he said though what he was looking at was her nipples peaking against the muslin uniform.    “Where did you learn to carve ice?”   “In the house where I grew up, my dearest friend was the cook.”   His cool façade fell from his face at hearing this tidbit. “Was your friend, the sculptress, also expert with her dishes?”   “A fine chef, my lord. My father became enchanted with her finesse and claimed no one could make a soufflé that compared. I learned much from her.”   “Such as?”   Ah. You taunt me at your own risk, Wentworth. “She declared if one fed a man what he loved, he would return, hungry forevermore.”   “Astute of her.” He, over the shock of gazing at her heart-shaped face and limpid eyes, grew more relaxed. Even jovial.   “True, my lord.” Betty rocked back on her heels, bolder now that she had him in conversation. “She was most particular instructing me on how to prepare any organ from a large animal, most especially his brain.”   He arched a brow at her. “For example, what?”   “How to tenderize a big piece of meat.” She used her hands illustrating her passion to pull and draw on one specific part of a male animal.   O’Brien cleared her throat.   Betty clasped her hands behind her back, rising on her toes and thrusting out her heavy breasts. “I roast a succulent duck, as well. Do you like duck, my lord?”   “I appreciate all things succulent, Betty.” He flashed a smile at her, a rueful twitch of that libertine’s mouth. One Bess had to trace and taste very soon. “Leave us, Mrs. O’Brien.”   “My lord, I depart here in the morning for the house in Dorset as you requested,” the housekeeper bit off her words, miffed at her dismissal from this interview, “but I have not yet discussed the menu with her for tomorrow evening and with a new butler and footman—“    “I will tell her what to serve.” Wentworth waved the woman toward the door, though his gaze locked on Betty’s. “She will inform you after I am done with her. You may go to your duties, Mrs. O’Brien.”  * * * * * And if you love menages and a quatre erotic romances, then here are my others!

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Love #history? Mixed with #romance? Based on real events? King John was an evil dude!

#3 in my SWORDS OF PASSION series
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Defying his king, Geoffrey St. Claire invades a dungeon to save the woman he loves from cruel death. This time, he vows, he will save her and make her love him—or die trying.Countess Katherine Harleigh knew her refusal to become King John’s lover courted his punishment. But she never thought he’d try to starve her. Cast into a dungeon—widowed, alone and disgraced—Kat fears no one can save her. Not even the one knight who always promised to love and protect her.Geoffrey St. Claire serves his Sire as loyally as a sane man can. But when John imprisons the one woman Geoff has always adored, he risks his lands and his life to ride to her rescue. Yet, he knows she will never welcome his aid. She hates him too much for deserting her years ago. But he will not leave her this time.Now, Geoff plans to save her from death and despair, nurse her back to health and then persuade her to love him as wholly as she once did. Seduction in her bath, her bed, her chamber is his only method and he prays he can restore her love for him before John appears with an army to take her from him once more…this time, forever. Order: Kindle • Total-E-Bound • All Romance Ebooks
Need a nibble of my cherry? Of course you do! Copyright 2013, Cerise DeLand. Excerpt, All rights reserved.          Grey walls of stone surrounded her. Ah—she fought tears—another dungeon. Yet…it was not. This one seemed sweeter. In truth, light streamed from a small window in the far wall. Candles glowed upon sconces. Flashes of warmth and hope radiated through her.She licked her cracked lips, curiosity besting her disappointment and outrage. In tiny increments, she opened her eyes wider and caught her breath at the sight of a man’s corded arms, two stalwart hairy legs and huge feet pressed along the planes of her own and braced at the curve of the wooden tub in which they sat.No man bathed a woman like this.Not husband. Surely, not abductor.She bent forward, the effort costing her heartbeats of fear.Strong hands cupped her shoulders, stroked her arms and grasped her wrists. Firm lips pressed to her nape. “You have no need to fly from me, ma cherie. You are safe. I merely wish to help you wash away the remnants of your imprisonment.”Geoffrey.She had not conjured his voice, had not hallucinated that he had saved her. Her heart picked up a fierce tattoo. Her panic sapped her. She fell back against him, drained of tension and yet consumed by doubts. She had no strength to fight him, had no wish to try. His presence, his embrace was too enchanting, too welcome to her feeble mind and body. And he felt too marvellous, too solid and secure, for her to repel him.She examined his large hands upon her, his muscular arms enfolding her. Huge in his youth, he was now brawny as a warhorse. She had never been a match for his height or power. Now? She had not the strength to lift a pin, let alone fight him. Indomitable, he was at this moment the only sturdy comfort in her world. Her weak body could not run. She let him embrace her, awed by his tenderness as he hugged her backwards more firmly into his care. Trembling with joy at his succour, she wanted to cry. In relief or surrender, she could not decide.With one shaking hand, she covered her mouth to stop the tremors.“I know not what you can recollect of your imprisonment and rescue. I tell you each day. Now, in this tub today, you seem more aware. Shall I repeat my litany?”She nodded, her muscles tight with expectation of what she’d hear, what she’d feel in his arms.“I came three nights ago to the hellhole where those nuns had thrust you. I arrived with a retinue of my men and we escaped with you across the channel to Chepstow. Here, we are with friends who have welcomed us into their gates and drawn the bridge.”Friends. Chepstow. Her thoughts dissolved and formed anew. She had noble friends at Chepstow. So did Geoffrey. He had been born here. She turned her head to one side, as much a move of endearment and thanks as it was a caress of her cheek against the wall of his chest.She heard him sigh, revelled in the way he squeezed her to acknowledge her sign of gratitude. He dropped a kiss to her wet scalp. “I have been a pest, I know, to make you sip and drink. But it was the only way to save you, slowly and in small measures.”“Starved,” she said, the word more sob than statement.He cupped her jaw, his fingers stroking her cheek. “I know, my dearest. Word has it the nuns earned a fee. They will all rot in hell. But they failed and you recover. We shall soon hear what earthly reward they earn for that.”“The King?” she managed, horrified at the ghostly sound of her own voice.He snorted, his disdain suffusing his torso as once more he cuddled her nearer to him. “John? You must not think of him. Only of you.”She summoned every ounce of strength and twisted her face up to him. With her eyes wide open, she gazed upon him. So close, so alive, so dear, so hated and forbidden to her, Geoffrey St Claire appeared hazy and ethereal, a phantom of her past. Blinking, she examined him more closely. She had last seen him in London more than a year ago, but here in his arms, naked and vulnerable, ill and needy, she saw what he had been and what he had become. His auburn hair was still curly and bright, but along his temples, threads of grey appeared. His sultry eyes were still verdant green, large and sweet, but lines crinkled the corners. His cheeks were ruddy, sharp and stern, kissed by the wind and cold. His jaw was rigid, his teeth clamped tight as she surveyed him. He was Geoffrey, her Geoffrey, serving kings, fighting their wars and today, saving her.As much Norman as Saxon, Geoffrey sprang from a line of cousins loyal to the Conqueror. The St Claires had intermarried at the first William’s orders, combining their blood with Saxon princesses and bringing forth men known for their extraordinary height and heft and loyalty to the English kings. Aye, this is Geoffrey.Marvelling at her deliverance and that it should be by him, she reached up to curve her palm against his cheek.He smiled at her as she held him, then pressed a kiss into her palm. “I am real, and you are alive and improving in health, I see, by the minute.”Swallowing hard, she fought tears. Pride would not let her show him such weakness. He was her saviour, but to what end? He was at core, by lineage and temperament, John’s man. Despite occasional breaks with their Sovereign and frequent stays in the dungeons of the White Tower, Geoffrey had pledged his fealty to John Plantagenet. How could she believe Geoffrey’s words that she was safe? And how long did she have before he changed his mind and ransomed her to his ruler?She leaned away. Tried to sit. To stand.He pulled her back. “Kat, to test your strength is not wise. Nor even necessary.”She elbowed him. To no avail.Grasping her wrists, he bound her arms across her bare chest and clutched her to him. His words blew hot against her ear. “Stop this! We have no idea how strong your bones are. You are not whole, not yet! Do not fight me!”She writhed.But he clamped her to him. “You have no need to run from me. Do you not see that I have condemned myself in John’s eyes by abducting you?”“Or you could ransom me.”“Bah! If you fear I took you only to offer you up to him, I ask you, what folly would that be? John would not pay me for such a service.”She was too weak, too weary to argue.“I am not your enemy, Kat, nor ever was.”Fatigued beyond words, she shook her head to object. “I know you think otherwise. Let me prove my devotion. We’ll start with the fact that I have you here with me safe, and soon you will be wholly returned to health. For me, with me, you will eat and drink and indulge in this water. I will talk with you. Tell you tales of my life without you. And I will wash you and savour you, here, naked in my arms the way you should have been from the age of sixteen, when three men ripped us apart. And now, two of them are dead. The last, my King, is now my eternal enemy for what he has done to you.”He ran his fingers along her jaw and tipped her head to give him access to the tender flesh behind her ear. “You are mine.”“Never,” she whispered.“In spirit, you always were. You cannot run from me. And have no need to go. For where you are, there I am also. You are mine, Katherine.”He bound her to him, one arm around her waist, tucked tightly beneath her breasts. With his other hand, open and warm, he lifted her jaw and encircled her throat. “You live because of me. I yearn to make you live for me. And I will.”


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Real #Regency #dudes who were Great Lovers! Know any? Cerise DeLand has 'em!

A quick lesson in Regency lovers today!
Yes, I have 3 men for you.
Who are they?
Take a look, who do you think these guys are?
#1They were famous, infamous and loved women. Lots of them. Yes, they had wives. No, they did not always either love or honor them.
Who are they?
#1 was an aristocrat. We note all that icing on his jacket.
I will give you a few hints. He married a very popular woman. This was his first wife and when she died in childbirth in 1818 many in her country were bereft. Her uncles hastened to marry. Her accoucher (doctor in attendance) was so distraught at her death and that of the baby that he committed suicide.
And what of her husband?
It is said he truly loved his wife. She was in fact. His first. He retired to his own country in grief.
Thought to be extremely handsome, he had no trouble finding comfort in the arms of a few paramours.
But then he married again. This time he wed for another alliance and the marriage was said to be very happy.



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#2 also displays icing and a killer hat. Who was his haberdasher?
No matter. The lady who loved him was not interested in his...um...hat.

This gentleman was never rich nor titled, but he was gloriously famous.  Yes, that's how he acquired all this icing.

The woman who loved him—and who carried on shamelessly in public with him—was from the servant class. With her beauty and acquired manners and some charm, she attracted this man even though she was already married. And so was he.

He died long before she did.
He left her nothing but memories.
And she died a pauper.


#3#3 I'm certain you will know. He is so famous. Not only did he serve his country in war, but also as prime minister in peace. He was a second son, making his name in the military. And he had a wife whom he hardly ever saw. All that war, you realize, keeps a man terribly occupied.

He did have quite a few lovers. Few proclaimed their liaison in public. All that was fine by him because he was, you see, a modest man. Note he wears little icing. He need not, he is so well-known to his contemporaries.

His love life was a mixed bag. When young he wanted to marry a woman whose family would not permit the match. He was, they said, too unimportant. Only after he made a name for himself in India did they consent.  Happiness did not last with them and he went on to other lovers.

One mistress he loved more than any other was alcohol. It is said that outside one men's club they had to erect a bar so that when he left at night he would be able to hold on, stand up straight and thereby, keep his dignity.

And the women who loved them?
Here they are. What do you think?
#1 Princess Charlotte of United Kingdom,
Princess Royale, daughter of George IV
Emma Hamilton, who posed often this time with few clothes!
#2 Emma Hamilton
Early painting by Romney Duchess of Wellington