I’m a Dungeon Crawl virgin…be kind, please, Sir. (#dungeoncrawl #MFRW_ORG)

For my first Dungeon Crawl, I decided to give a very hot and sexy peek into my latest book, Rakes in Tartan. 

What’s it about, you ask? Okay–here’s the blurbage:

Setting: London, 1816

The social season promises both sex and danger for Torquil Kilburn and Andrew MacReiver, Highland heirs arrived in London to seek brides. The Scotsmen must negotiate the complicated morés of high society to woo and win an exquisite debutante and her passionate, unconventional mother while keeping their vampire heritage a secret.

But evil stalks the ballroom at Almack’s, the streets of Piccadilly, the drawing rooms of the ton. Headless bodies have been found drained of their blood, for another vampire haunts the streets of London, murdering noblemen. As he draws ever closer, Tor and Andrew must fight not only for love, but for their lives.

Sooo…we’re talking sexy Scottish vampires looking for mates. And one of them has very wicked thoughts and ways…

Excerpt from Rakes in Tartan:

Dagmar stood. Clad all in white, her pale flesh almost indistinguishable from the clothing she wore, she seemed a woman made of ice but for the fiery stone between her breasts. Andrew was determined to melt her, break her, bring her to her knees.

He could be wrong, but he thought he’d understood her at first glance. The next few moments would tell him if he’d found the woman he’d needed all his life, or if he’d meet her son at dawn with pistols or rapiers in hand.

She turned to face him. He went to the door and locked it with a decisive click.

“Well, madame.” He thrust his hand into her hair and clenched his fist until tears started in her eyes. She gasped, and he kissed her, being deliberately rough as he thrust in his tongue.

She bit. He dragged her head back and slapped her arse as hard as he could, then wrapped his arm around her to control her thrashing about.

By Jove, but she was strong! Taller and stronger than any woman he’d ever known. He gloried

Rakes in Tartan by best-selling author Suz deMello

in her struggle, knowing he was more than equal to her, and spanked her rump again and again, harsh swats that heated her flesh even through her clothing.  Finally she stilled and quieted.

He gave her one final smack. Her body jolted but she did not try to break free, instead letting her quivering body sag against his.

“Good girl.” Loosening his hand, he stroked her hair. “We donnae have to fight as long as ye acknowledge who is master.”

She again tried to jerk away. Frustration burned in her dark eyes. “I have no master and do not want one.”

He gathered her skirt, drawing up folds until he could easily reach beneath them. After finding the gap in her pantalettes, he reached inside and fingered her moisture. “Och, I think you do, madame, and I think I am the right mon for ye.”

He stroked her hot, hard bump and sucked in a breath. He’d found her. He’d found her, the woman his soul had craved. Clearly no-one’s fool, she was strong but desirous of submission.

He closed his eyes to savor the moment. When he was ready, he withdrew his hand slowly, caressing slit and clit tenderly. She was wet enough, he reckoned, but not soaking. She would be before he finished, but he didn’t mind a harsh entry. He could deliver both pain and pleasure, and he well knew that the combination was a heady treat for many women. From her reaction to the spanking, he guessed she was one of those for whom pain aroused.

He turned her and said, “Bend over.” He pushed her shoulders down and she grasped her knees for support. He unbuttoned his breeches, lifted her skirts and again searched for her opening with hasty fingers. After finding it, he took her. He meant to ram in, but her slickness prevented that. He slid into a wet channel whose tightness surprised him. She was a widow and he expected her to be more open, but he didnae mind.

He groaned as his staff parted slippery tissues, then rested a moment in her cozy, silken nest. Gripping her hips, he began to saw in and out of her. With each thrust, he grunted and so did she. Her muscles tightened and he sensed she approached her climax. He reached around her to slap her mound. A surprised yelp accompanied a clenching on his rod. He spanked her again, tugged on her clitty and fucked her harder.

He pulled out of her and dragged her over to the bay window, where he forced her down over the cushioned window seat.

She gasped and panted. “We’ll be seen!” Though clothed, they’d be visible to any passer-by who might look up into the first story window.

“Donnae worry. Ye’re close and so am I.” He hauled up her skirt and gave her another few swats, wishing he had a whip. At the thought of marking her lush rump, his cock hardened even more. He grabbed her hair again, wrenched her head back and shoved inside her now-gaping hole. She shrieked, her cunt tightening anew.

He rode her hard and long until she was taking great sobbing breaths and sprawled, limp and compliant, over the cushions.

He bent over her and scattered tiny bites over the flesh left naked by her low-cut dress. “Whose are ye?” he growled into her ear.

“Yours.”

Lightning flashed through his veins and he came, flooding her.

Like what you read? Buy it in any of these places:

http://www.ellorascave.com/rakes-in-tartan.html

http://bit.ly/RakesInTartan (Amazon)

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-rakesintartan-1484478-162.html  (All Romance Ebooks)

About the author:

Best-selling erotica novelist Suz deMello

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

–For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com

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