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November 25, 2013
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Seducing Anne Teaser 4
Anne speaking to Guy in chapter 9:
"The roughness”—she ran the backs of her fingers up his prickly cheek—“the softness”—her fingers flipped over and the tips dragged down over his lips and down to the dip in his chin she remembered—“and everything in between.” She feathered her lips across his.
"The roughness”—she ran the backs of her fingers up his prickly cheek—“the softness”—her fingers flipped over and the tips dragged down over his lips and down to the dip in his chin she remembered—“and everything in between.” She feathered her lips across his.
November 24, 2013
Seducing Anne Teaser 3
Guy and Anne from chapter 6:
“I want to kiss you, little lavender. You may need to walk further away if you do not wish to be taken in my arms,” he warned.
“I am a brave soul, and I am betting I can handle you when you cannot even walk straight.” She snickered, walking with her head held high.
“I will give you straight.” He shoved her up against the garden wall. “You do not have to kiss me back, but I will taste you.” He bent his knees, was unsteady for a moment, but managed to remain locked in place as he inhaled at her neck, brushed his lips over her pulse in her throat. “Smell so goddamn good. You weaken me, and pull at my senses, begging me to taste”—he traced a line with the tip of his tongue along her pulse-point—“suck and mark you. Would you were mine, and I did not have to show you what a pig that king is.”
“Douche,” she whimpered, and her body trembled as her breath hitched.
“Please tell me you refer to him and not me.”
She chuckled under her breath. “I will allow you to ascertain the answer to that yourself.”
He bit her neck, growled and then let go. “No. Tell me yourself. We are not to play that game.”
“But you can lick and bite me at will?”
He shook his head. “Have I harmed you?”
“I want to kiss you, little lavender. You may need to walk further away if you do not wish to be taken in my arms,” he warned.
“I am a brave soul, and I am betting I can handle you when you cannot even walk straight.” She snickered, walking with her head held high.
“I will give you straight.” He shoved her up against the garden wall. “You do not have to kiss me back, but I will taste you.” He bent his knees, was unsteady for a moment, but managed to remain locked in place as he inhaled at her neck, brushed his lips over her pulse in her throat. “Smell so goddamn good. You weaken me, and pull at my senses, begging me to taste”—he traced a line with the tip of his tongue along her pulse-point—“suck and mark you. Would you were mine, and I did not have to show you what a pig that king is.”
“Douche,” she whimpered, and her body trembled as her breath hitched.
“Please tell me you refer to him and not me.”
She chuckled under her breath. “I will allow you to ascertain the answer to that yourself.”
He bit her neck, growled and then let go. “No. Tell me yourself. We are not to play that game.”
“But you can lick and bite me at will?”
He shook his head. “Have I harmed you?”
November 23, 2013
Seducing Anne Teaser 2
Guy and Anne in chapter 4:
“Then, get you atop my noble steed, little lavender. I have a need to ride with you nestled up against me.”
Her face morphed into a naughty smile. “You have a need?” Her eyes darkened and went heavy.
“Good Lord, woman—I have so many needs around you, it is a sickness that cannot be helped.”
“I can help remedy it,” she said, hopping as he helped her onto the horse.
“Do not tempt me, little girl. I have better control than most, but even I have my breaking point.”
“Then, get you atop my noble steed, little lavender. I have a need to ride with you nestled up against me.”
Her face morphed into a naughty smile. “You have a need?” Her eyes darkened and went heavy.
“Good Lord, woman—I have so many needs around you, it is a sickness that cannot be helped.”
“I can help remedy it,” she said, hopping as he helped her onto the horse.
“Do not tempt me, little girl. I have better control than most, but even I have my breaking point.”
November 22, 2013
Seducing Anne Teaser #1
Today I finished my final proofreading of Seducing Anne, and it'll be published one week from today. So, let the teasers begin!
Guy and Anne, conversing. Chapter 4:
“Is it not divine? The food is extraordinary. The smell is heavenly—rather like you.” He scooted his chair closer to hers. “And you look entirely edible and smell even better. I have lost my appetite as well, but for a different reason. I care not that the king dislikes me, for I have a stunning dove at my side. You, lady, are a rare gem—so beautiful you so move me to keep from blinking for fear I might miss a moment of gazing at you.”
She gasped and whispered so quietly he barely heard her saying, “Too bold.”“Too true.” He reached over, grabbed a piece of her meat and placed it at her lips. “I will feed you then.”
“Sir?”“Bite, Anne. I take care of you, and it pleases me. Eat.”
Guy and Anne, conversing. Chapter 4:
“Is it not divine? The food is extraordinary. The smell is heavenly—rather like you.” He scooted his chair closer to hers. “And you look entirely edible and smell even better. I have lost my appetite as well, but for a different reason. I care not that the king dislikes me, for I have a stunning dove at my side. You, lady, are a rare gem—so beautiful you so move me to keep from blinking for fear I might miss a moment of gazing at you.”
She gasped and whispered so quietly he barely heard her saying, “Too bold.”“Too true.” He reached over, grabbed a piece of her meat and placed it at her lips. “I will feed you then.”
“Sir?”“Bite, Anne. I take care of you, and it pleases me. Eat.”
November 6, 2013
Pearl on Cherry ARCs coming soon...
Great news! I finished writing my historical erotica Pearl on Cherry, set in New York City, 1907 with my rudimentary Dom and his feisty Cherry girl.
It's final word count with all the front and back matter is 103K with 23 chapters in total.
I'll be doing the proofreading tomorrow and Friday and then it will be sent to my editors and pre-readers. I'm aiming for ARCs to go out around December 3rd.
Here's the summary if you want to decide if you'd be interested in being an ARC reviewer:
Clarissa Stone never thought she had a chance to make it on stage, but a strike in 1907 at the music hall in New York City opens up a door, and Clarissa races to it. The path isn't easy, and especially not after catching the eye of William Berling Ferrismore III. Money and power have gone to his head and he uses that to his advantage, sating his sexual appetite with the women on stage. Clarissa won't be caught so easy, but William doesn't play by the rules. How can she prove her worth as an actress with his defaming ways?
CONTENT WARNING — This story contains scenes of an explicit, erotic nature and is intended for adults, 18+. Story includes anal sex (use of implements in the anus as makeshift butt plug toys), bondage, crude language, and a primitive type of Dom/sub arrangement involving consensual sex. There is mention of infidelity, rape and abortion—each of them more than once, but it is not shown. There are also punishment scenes with whipping and spanking some might find offensive, along with violence with fist fights. Characters portrayed are 18 or older.
Now, how about a teaser?
“Quiet. Wait ‘til I have you in the motorcar, then you may speak freely,” he told her, helping her into his vehicle.
“Do you even know how to drive?” she asked when he was at her side.
“I drive this motorcar the way you drive me mad—with precision and a punishing force.”
She gulped and took to holding her wobbling knees.
“Tell me now—you will not leave, will you? Once I have you in my home, you will not desert me?”
“Why would I? Unless you mean to massacre me.” She chuckled, and it was nervous sounding.
Probably because the butterflies dancing in her stomach had taken to other parts of her body.
“I mean to devour you, lick you in the basest places and dig my fingers into you. I think you can withstand it—my cherry girl is built for my onslaught.”
She sucked in a tight breath, her abdomen caving in with the action.
“What if I taste wretched and am unflattering on the tongue?”
He laughed, and it was unsettling how free he sounded over these vulgar things they were discussing. And why did she want more of this type of talk?
“Oh, little cherry, how you amuse me. Have you forgotten so soon I have already had your cream on my taste buds? It still lingers and drives me to distraction. I want that flavor coated on my cock.”
“Oh, almighty Jesus,” she whispered under her failing breath.
“Oh, yes, I shall have it, too. Before you sleep this night, you shall do exactly what I say.”
She gripped her knees harder. They were close to shaking—her hands were not much steadier.
“I shall not request your obedience—I shall earn it and demand it. In return, you shall have unending adoration flung at your feet as I worship your gorgeous body built for my hands to explore. I shall respect you, find every way possible to keep you happy, but you will be mine, and you will submit,” he said, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
His voice was hoarse, and his hands clung to the steering wheel. The pulse at his neck was visibly racing.
“When you say these things to me—do you expect me to respond?”
“Yes, but not with words. Those are unnecessary. I already know how you feel. I can taste it in the air surrounding me. I can hear it in your exaggerated breathing and in the grip on your legs. You are ready to drip at my command. And I can barely wait to give that order.” He turned to look at her, and she froze. “You may use words right now if you wish, though. So, say it . . .”
“Say what?”
“Say you are afraid of me. That you think me an unholy bastard. That you want to run right this instant and flee my wicked presence and salty tongue.” He turned his head back to the road, but she could still feel him watching her out of the side of his eye.
“If I said any of those things, would you believe them? And would it even matter? It is not as if you would take me back home,” she said.
The car jolted to a stop. He turned at the waist and braced her with his grip on her shoulders. “I will never take you against your will. Never. I am not about that. I want you to want this, too. I want your body vibrating with excitement and unadulterated bliss. I will find a way to get those reactions from you if it forces me to rip my bones out of my body. That is how committed I am to you.”
She dropped her gaze at his lap. She did not mean to. Her eyes just went there to his prominent bulge.
“Do you desire me that much?” She kept staring.
“I desire you more than a man should. You”—he swallowed hard—“will be my unending addiction I shall never break free from.”
It's final word count with all the front and back matter is 103K with 23 chapters in total.
I'll be doing the proofreading tomorrow and Friday and then it will be sent to my editors and pre-readers. I'm aiming for ARCs to go out around December 3rd.
Here's the summary if you want to decide if you'd be interested in being an ARC reviewer:
Clarissa Stone never thought she had a chance to make it on stage, but a strike in 1907 at the music hall in New York City opens up a door, and Clarissa races to it. The path isn't easy, and especially not after catching the eye of William Berling Ferrismore III. Money and power have gone to his head and he uses that to his advantage, sating his sexual appetite with the women on stage. Clarissa won't be caught so easy, but William doesn't play by the rules. How can she prove her worth as an actress with his defaming ways?
CONTENT WARNING — This story contains scenes of an explicit, erotic nature and is intended for adults, 18+. Story includes anal sex (use of implements in the anus as makeshift butt plug toys), bondage, crude language, and a primitive type of Dom/sub arrangement involving consensual sex. There is mention of infidelity, rape and abortion—each of them more than once, but it is not shown. There are also punishment scenes with whipping and spanking some might find offensive, along with violence with fist fights. Characters portrayed are 18 or older.
Now, how about a teaser?
“Quiet. Wait ‘til I have you in the motorcar, then you may speak freely,” he told her, helping her into his vehicle.
“Do you even know how to drive?” she asked when he was at her side.
“I drive this motorcar the way you drive me mad—with precision and a punishing force.”
She gulped and took to holding her wobbling knees.
“Tell me now—you will not leave, will you? Once I have you in my home, you will not desert me?”
“Why would I? Unless you mean to massacre me.” She chuckled, and it was nervous sounding.
Probably because the butterflies dancing in her stomach had taken to other parts of her body.
“I mean to devour you, lick you in the basest places and dig my fingers into you. I think you can withstand it—my cherry girl is built for my onslaught.”
She sucked in a tight breath, her abdomen caving in with the action.
“What if I taste wretched and am unflattering on the tongue?”
He laughed, and it was unsettling how free he sounded over these vulgar things they were discussing. And why did she want more of this type of talk?
“Oh, little cherry, how you amuse me. Have you forgotten so soon I have already had your cream on my taste buds? It still lingers and drives me to distraction. I want that flavor coated on my cock.”
“Oh, almighty Jesus,” she whispered under her failing breath.
“Oh, yes, I shall have it, too. Before you sleep this night, you shall do exactly what I say.”
She gripped her knees harder. They were close to shaking—her hands were not much steadier.
“I shall not request your obedience—I shall earn it and demand it. In return, you shall have unending adoration flung at your feet as I worship your gorgeous body built for my hands to explore. I shall respect you, find every way possible to keep you happy, but you will be mine, and you will submit,” he said, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
His voice was hoarse, and his hands clung to the steering wheel. The pulse at his neck was visibly racing.
“When you say these things to me—do you expect me to respond?”
“Yes, but not with words. Those are unnecessary. I already know how you feel. I can taste it in the air surrounding me. I can hear it in your exaggerated breathing and in the grip on your legs. You are ready to drip at my command. And I can barely wait to give that order.” He turned to look at her, and she froze. “You may use words right now if you wish, though. So, say it . . .”
“Say what?”
“Say you are afraid of me. That you think me an unholy bastard. That you want to run right this instant and flee my wicked presence and salty tongue.” He turned his head back to the road, but she could still feel him watching her out of the side of his eye.
“If I said any of those things, would you believe them? And would it even matter? It is not as if you would take me back home,” she said.
The car jolted to a stop. He turned at the waist and braced her with his grip on her shoulders. “I will never take you against your will. Never. I am not about that. I want you to want this, too. I want your body vibrating with excitement and unadulterated bliss. I will find a way to get those reactions from you if it forces me to rip my bones out of my body. That is how committed I am to you.”
She dropped her gaze at his lap. She did not mean to. Her eyes just went there to his prominent bulge.
“Do you desire me that much?” She kept staring.
“I desire you more than a man should. You”—he swallowed hard—“will be my unending addiction I shall never break free from.”
November 4, 2013
Cover reveal for Seducing Anne
It's finally here. I'm so excited to share it with you. I absolutely love the book cover for Seducing Anne: A SHROAG Novel.
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
November 1, 2013
Year-end splash party event
Here's an opportunity to win prizes, all because you love to read.
There are over 400 participating authors and publishers with more than 400 prizes up for grabs for the month of November. The grand prize is a $100 gift certificate.
Yours truly is participating, so I want to share the love.
My Q&A for Knots is available on November 3rd and gives you a chance to win the novel for free.
http://www.theromancereviews.com/event.php
You need to register (it's free!) and be logged in to play the game.
The winner will be chosen randomly from the participants that answer the questions for Knots.
Have fun!
There are over 400 participating authors and publishers with more than 400 prizes up for grabs for the month of November. The grand prize is a $100 gift certificate.
Yours truly is participating, so I want to share the love.
My Q&A for Knots is available on November 3rd and gives you a chance to win the novel for free.
http://www.theromancereviews.com/event.php
You need to register (it's free!) and be logged in to play the game.
The winner will be chosen randomly from the participants that answer the questions for Knots.
Have fun!
October 30, 2013
news for Seducing Anne
ARCs have gone out today for Seducing Anne: A SHROAG Novel, but I'll be sending out more during the week, so if you'd like to have one, please let me know...
In other news for Seducing Anne, the publication date has been pushed back a week to November 29th, 2013 so there will be plenty of time for the book blog tour and for ARC reviewers to read it and leave their reviews.
If you're interested in participating in the cover reveal set for November 4th, here's the link for the form: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1hnrV5W0XMQzBQnQiu8QCjRY6l2BL13psHKnJbCiuAV8/viewform
I really can't believe I'll finally be publishing this book. This story has been rolling around in my head for three years now, and now that it's completed, I can barely believe it. I'm excited to get the sequel written and ready for my readers as well.
Nicholas Carew has taken up residence in my head now, and he's ready to share his story with me, and in turn with you. See how lucky you are? ;D
In other news for Seducing Anne, the publication date has been pushed back a week to November 29th, 2013 so there will be plenty of time for the book blog tour and for ARC reviewers to read it and leave their reviews.
If you're interested in participating in the cover reveal set for November 4th, here's the link for the form: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1hnrV5W0XMQzBQnQiu8QCjRY6l2BL13psHKnJbCiuAV8/viewform
I really can't believe I'll finally be publishing this book. This story has been rolling around in my head for three years now, and now that it's completed, I can barely believe it. I'm excited to get the sequel written and ready for my readers as well.
Nicholas Carew has taken up residence in my head now, and he's ready to share his story with me, and in turn with you. See how lucky you are? ;D
October 25, 2013
CALLING ALL TUDOR FANS!
Are you a fan of the Tudors? Did you wish like I did that someone had been there to save Anne Boleyn? What if there had been? And what if that man was trained as an aggressive
Dominant and wasn't supposed to save her, only impregnate her with Queen Elizabeth I? What if he fell in love with her, and he decided to hell with his orders?
If you're like me--you devoured the Tudor's series on cable TV and never could get over Anne's premature death and you adore BDSM romance novels--then Seducing Anne: A SHROAG Novel, is the book for you.
I'm still taking more ARC reviewers, so if you'd like to be one of them, let me know. In the meantime, here's a teaser for Seducing Anne, so you let it simmer a while...
Excerpt from Chapter 7 with Guy and Anne in her holyday closet:
This was where she poured out her heart to God.
Exactly what Guy professed he wanted her to do to him. But how could she? If he knew what a sinner she was, what she wanted to do to that body of his, he would know she was unworthy of being at court at all.
Never mind the Chapel Royal. She went to confession yesterday, but she failed to mention she burned inside for this man, rather than her betrothed—His Majesty.
Guy set his palm across the alter, and she gasped, choking on her breath. The sight of his hand there made her nipples tighten and her breasts go heavy.
“Lord help me,” she whispered to herself, her eyelids going heavy.
“Come here, my precious flower. I want to inhale your scent while stitched bowers of lavender are overhead. It might be the closest I will ever get to Heaven.” Guy patted the alter.
Her knees almost buckled, but somehow her feet carried her forth.
“You intend to smell me?”
“Yes. And other things as well. But you do not need to know what I intend. I still want to know what Henry has said and done to you that has harmed my girl.” He lifted his hand that had been almost lovingly stroking her furniture of worship, and he crooked his index finger, beckoning her over to him.
Evidently she was moving to slowly for his liking.
She smiled, but her lips twitched with nerves, and her breathing went ragged at the hungry look he was giving her.
“Tell me, little lavender, what sins the King has to atone for. Confess to me—here and now.” He reached for her and set her against the alter, trapping her as he wrapped his thighs around hers.
“Only God can judge a person’s soul. I have neither the heart not mind to determine what he has done to sin against his Maker.” She shrugged, then set her palms on his chest, focusing on the silver laces of his black velvet doublet.
“You smell too good to be true. My own personal angel with the scent of flowering fields.” He bent his head down and inhaled deeply at her neck.
For some reason she could not explain, her neck tipped back and she made this tiny gasping moan.
His fingers ghosted over her throat, even pinched a little, then he cupped the back of her head and brought her back so she was face-to-face with him. He rubbed the tip of his nose alongside hers.
“Tell me what he does that you dislike. No one else will hear. The music is playing in the chapel and wafting in through your window.” His eyes burned into hers.
“He says I am to gullible too believe you have good intentions. He yelled at me when I said you were neither a rake nor a fortune seeker. You have not once tried to advance your station, and after being here nearly two weeks, that is unheard of!” She slapped her palms on his chest.
“What else? He has done more than yell. Did he touch you?” His eyes narrowed, and he bared his teeth for a brief moment.
“Yes.” Her eyes drifted down to his laces below his Adam’s apple. She reached up and ran the back of her index finger knuckle across it, and then watched mesmerized a moment later. He wore stubble, which was not the fashion. She marveled at the masculine roughness of it and how it called out to her, taking her breath away. His throat bobbed, and she was struck immediately at how his Adam’s apple was more prominent than Harry’s and how Guy had some dark, seductive chest hair, peeking up through the slit of his collar.
It made her dry mouth decide to water.
Why was she so transfixed by this dark Vulcan before her? Must he be so beautiful and enticing—like a dark promise of erotic delights?
Her breath caught in her throat when he growled at her touch.
She jerked her hand off his neck.
“Place your hands on my chest,” he said.
“Yes, Sir.” She placed them both flat as he asked.
“How did he touch you after you argued?”
“H-he . . .” Her voice shook, and her cheeks heated. “I . . . cannot speak of such private matters.”
“Little one, it is Guy before you. No one else will hear. Tell me. I need to know.” He dropped a kiss to her forehead.
“He touched my duckies,” she said, cringing. Guy disliked that word, and she could understand why. It was very childish and crude-sounding.
“How?”
“My lord?” Her eyes shot to his as she questioned his meaning. Surely he did not expect her to recount the sordid event in detail?
“Show me how he did it. I must have the facts.” He blinked with a stern set to his brow, but his eyes were soft and full of sympathy.
*fans self and reaches for glass of ice water*
Now, how about some visuals to go along from the series?
And just wait... The cover to Seducing Anne will blow you away. It's very sensual and speaks straight to the heart of what Guy's new mission became--to have and save her at all costs!
Publish date for Seducing Anne is November 22nd. ARCs go out next week, and the cover reveal will happen very soon as well... Can't wait!
Dominant and wasn't supposed to save her, only impregnate her with Queen Elizabeth I? What if he fell in love with her, and he decided to hell with his orders?
If you're like me--you devoured the Tudor's series on cable TV and never could get over Anne's premature death and you adore BDSM romance novels--then Seducing Anne: A SHROAG Novel, is the book for you.
I'm still taking more ARC reviewers, so if you'd like to be one of them, let me know. In the meantime, here's a teaser for Seducing Anne, so you let it simmer a while...
Excerpt from Chapter 7 with Guy and Anne in her holyday closet:
This was where she poured out her heart to God.
Exactly what Guy professed he wanted her to do to him. But how could she? If he knew what a sinner she was, what she wanted to do to that body of his, he would know she was unworthy of being at court at all.
Never mind the Chapel Royal. She went to confession yesterday, but she failed to mention she burned inside for this man, rather than her betrothed—His Majesty.
Guy set his palm across the alter, and she gasped, choking on her breath. The sight of his hand there made her nipples tighten and her breasts go heavy.
“Lord help me,” she whispered to herself, her eyelids going heavy.
“Come here, my precious flower. I want to inhale your scent while stitched bowers of lavender are overhead. It might be the closest I will ever get to Heaven.” Guy patted the alter.
Her knees almost buckled, but somehow her feet carried her forth.
“You intend to smell me?”
“Yes. And other things as well. But you do not need to know what I intend. I still want to know what Henry has said and done to you that has harmed my girl.” He lifted his hand that had been almost lovingly stroking her furniture of worship, and he crooked his index finger, beckoning her over to him.
Evidently she was moving to slowly for his liking.
She smiled, but her lips twitched with nerves, and her breathing went ragged at the hungry look he was giving her.
“Tell me, little lavender, what sins the King has to atone for. Confess to me—here and now.” He reached for her and set her against the alter, trapping her as he wrapped his thighs around hers.
“Only God can judge a person’s soul. I have neither the heart not mind to determine what he has done to sin against his Maker.” She shrugged, then set her palms on his chest, focusing on the silver laces of his black velvet doublet.
“You smell too good to be true. My own personal angel with the scent of flowering fields.” He bent his head down and inhaled deeply at her neck.
For some reason she could not explain, her neck tipped back and she made this tiny gasping moan.
His fingers ghosted over her throat, even pinched a little, then he cupped the back of her head and brought her back so she was face-to-face with him. He rubbed the tip of his nose alongside hers.
“Tell me what he does that you dislike. No one else will hear. The music is playing in the chapel and wafting in through your window.” His eyes burned into hers.
“He says I am to gullible too believe you have good intentions. He yelled at me when I said you were neither a rake nor a fortune seeker. You have not once tried to advance your station, and after being here nearly two weeks, that is unheard of!” She slapped her palms on his chest.
“What else? He has done more than yell. Did he touch you?” His eyes narrowed, and he bared his teeth for a brief moment.
“Yes.” Her eyes drifted down to his laces below his Adam’s apple. She reached up and ran the back of her index finger knuckle across it, and then watched mesmerized a moment later. He wore stubble, which was not the fashion. She marveled at the masculine roughness of it and how it called out to her, taking her breath away. His throat bobbed, and she was struck immediately at how his Adam’s apple was more prominent than Harry’s and how Guy had some dark, seductive chest hair, peeking up through the slit of his collar.
It made her dry mouth decide to water.
Why was she so transfixed by this dark Vulcan before her? Must he be so beautiful and enticing—like a dark promise of erotic delights?
Her breath caught in her throat when he growled at her touch.
She jerked her hand off his neck.
“Place your hands on my chest,” he said.
“Yes, Sir.” She placed them both flat as he asked.
“How did he touch you after you argued?”
“H-he . . .” Her voice shook, and her cheeks heated. “I . . . cannot speak of such private matters.”
“Little one, it is Guy before you. No one else will hear. Tell me. I need to know.” He dropped a kiss to her forehead.
“He touched my duckies,” she said, cringing. Guy disliked that word, and she could understand why. It was very childish and crude-sounding.
“How?”
“My lord?” Her eyes shot to his as she questioned his meaning. Surely he did not expect her to recount the sordid event in detail?
“Show me how he did it. I must have the facts.” He blinked with a stern set to his brow, but his eyes were soft and full of sympathy.
*fans self and reaches for glass of ice water*
Now, how about some visuals to go along from the series?
And just wait... The cover to Seducing Anne will blow you away. It's very sensual and speaks straight to the heart of what Guy's new mission became--to have and save her at all costs!
Publish date for Seducing Anne is November 22nd. ARCs go out next week, and the cover reveal will happen very soon as well... Can't wait!
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