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Jan 16, 2011 02:32PM
It is hard to decide how much of a scene to put in or selectively edit it. :P But you picked a good one!
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This book also had the first oral sex scene I'd ever read ("she could taste herself on his mouth") and I was so titillated, in a way only a 12yr old girl can be. ;D
Oh, should I give the answer? I don't have one to post in return but I COULD find one... ;-)
Nah, I'll see if anybody checks in tomorrow and wants to answer.
Nah, I'll see if anybody checks in tomorrow and wants to answer.
Has anyone else read it, do you think?
Should have. It was a Group Read! (There's a hint for y'all!)
You have it, but you didn't read it. And no, not Devil's Desire
Tammy might not be around, so I'll say "You got it!" :D (She won't mind...I hope!)
I don't mind - but I just read the Jeanine's and WTF!?!?I have NO idea what this book is but can't wait to find out.
Devil's Embrace? The marriage bit is ringing a bell with that one.
This is the hero's grasping, self-absorbed mistress and her unpretty end.
With her last ounce of strength she dragged the largest of her trunks into a secluded spot along the road. Almost reverently she raised the trunk's lid. Which one to choose? They were all so beautiful and each did something special for her. Preening, she cocked her head this way and that, finally deciding on a pale lavender with gold threads.
Angrily, she flicked at a hot ash. She was in the process of extracting the lavender gown when a large, smoldering cinder fell on the gauze-like material, catching it in a winking, pinpoint of flame. Hastily, she tried to beat it out with her hands only to spread the flame further along the fabric. The faster she pummeled the gown the faster the flames seemed to spread, till a spark flew upward to land in her hair. In her frenzy she tried beating at the gown with one hand and raking the other through her wild, burning hair.
"Not my gowns, I can't lose my gowns!" The hungry flame devoured her gown, nipped at her soft white body. Where was _(hero)_, the man who loved her, adored her? All reason gone, her fingers scorched to the bone, she beat at the flames.
With her last ounce of strength she dragged the largest of her trunks into a secluded spot along the road. Almost reverently she raised the trunk's lid. Which one to choose? They were all so beautiful and each did something special for her. Preening, she cocked her head this way and that, finally deciding on a pale lavender with gold threads.
Angrily, she flicked at a hot ash. She was in the process of extracting the lavender gown when a large, smoldering cinder fell on the gauze-like material, catching it in a winking, pinpoint of flame. Hastily, she tried to beat it out with her hands only to spread the flame further along the fabric. The faster she pummeled the gown the faster the flames seemed to spread, till a spark flew upward to land in her hair. In her frenzy she tried beating at the gown with one hand and raking the other through her wild, burning hair.
"Not my gowns, I can't lose my gowns!" The hungry flame devoured her gown, nipped at her soft white body. Where was _(hero)_, the man who loved her, adored her? All reason gone, her fingers scorched to the bone, she beat at the flames.
Well, I know I haven't read this one, but I like when the bitches get theirs :).
Sharon wrote: "Well, I know I haven't read this one, but I like when the bitches get theirs :)."Ha!
LMAO at that last bit. Why does the first part sound so familiar? But then that last sentence throws me for a loop :P
Jeanine ♥ Cheshire Catt ♠ wrote: "Okay since no one else has guessed I'll take it - it's Captive Passions Okay - here is one for you - I own the book but haven't read it yet - by a famous OTT BR author -
He was so hard, she thou..."
Question
What does OTT mean?
Well, regardless of what an OTT author could possibly be... "Other Than Tame"? Whatever...Sounds like Beatrice Small's writing (except for the humor of the H sneezing). I don't remember her sense of humor in her stories... But, is the author BS?
Over The Top - good. Better than what I had rolling around in my head. I'll have to search this one out...been too many years since I've read anything by Small.
Will be back!
Ok, here's another one:HELLION, altho "ah you precious witch...", the alternate hero in that one was the witch :/
OK, so it was in one of the books in the SKYE O'MALLEY series?
Congratulations Karla ;-? Looks like the better guesser won...
and with only ONE guess?I'm choking here
I was racking my brains trying to think of dukes in Bertrice's stuff and could only think of that one. :P
Hmmm....I'll look around for a frisky scene. I need to take a break from that blah Harley I'm suffering through now.
Hmmm....I'll look around for a frisky scene. I need to take a break from that blah Harley I'm suffering through now.
"His boiling tribute"?????? Yikes. Was she the author that coined "manroot"?
If not the first, then one of the first. A real trailblazer, is our Bertrice.
I fleeting paused at the title of Duke in Jeanine's scene, but let it go right in then go right out of my Sherlock brain.BTW, I kinda like the term Manroot. It just sounds so manly you know. =)
My husband picked up a historical romance once years and years ago and flipped through it as a joke. One descriptive word stuck with him, and, you guessed it, it was manroot. He uses it endlessly when making fun of my books.I prefer 'throbbing manhood' myself.
Manroot sounds a bit dated... I prefer the more modern version... manstick. :D
Found one! It's on my TBR and I'm going to read it real soon, dammit, or I'll die trying. :P (Strange mid-paragraph POV flip flops, though...)
He captured her hand in a grip of iron and began to bend her fingers backwards. He would wipe out any and all defiance left in her this very night. Ever would hs elook at him that way again, nor treat him with such open disrespect and hostility. She would see and feel what it was like to push him too far.
In his fury, he increased the pressure as his eyes blazed into her. Knuckles cracked loud in the still silence. Pains shot into her wrist and up her forearm. Furiously, he vowed, you will not fight or resist me this way, Little One. You will do as I command without hesitation.....
She determined he would have to break her hand before she would grovel further to him, like some whimpering, beaten animal. Why did he receive so much pleasure from her suffering?
Incensed, her other hand flew up to slap him. Before the blow landed, he easily captured it in the same vise-like hold. Inflamed at her daring action, he increased the pressure again. He could not believe she had dared to strike him. Would he be forced to break her hand before he broke her will? Why could she not learn her lesson and yield to his greater power and position?
She bit her cheek to keep from crying out. Blood began to flow from the corner of her mouth and eased down her chin. You must yield and beg mercy, he vowed. I will have it no other way!
It took every ounce of her willpower to remain silent. He gritted his teeth and tightened his hold, increasing the tension. He wondered just how much more she could stand before giving up. Her bravery and determination annoyed, yet pleased him. But it also angered him to be forced to continue this display of power.
As he applied more pressure, she began to kneel in hopes of reducing or weakening his grip. By the time she was to the ground on her knees, he had eased to one knee, staying just close enough to retain his hold and the pressure.
"The past few days have all been lies and tricks! You still hate me as much as ever. You will never allow me to penetrate that wall around your heart. That is, if you even have one. I will not beg mercy from you this time, Wanmdi Hota. You'll have to crush both my hands before I yield. I hate you! You're a savage! A bloody savage! I'll never belong to you, ever! I'll die before I let you touch me again." She accused boldly, "Murderer! Killer of women and children! Beast! One day, I'll cut your evil, black heart out with your own knife!"
He captured her hand in a grip of iron and began to bend her fingers backwards. He would wipe out any and all defiance left in her this very night. Ever would hs elook at him that way again, nor treat him with such open disrespect and hostility. She would see and feel what it was like to push him too far.
In his fury, he increased the pressure as his eyes blazed into her. Knuckles cracked loud in the still silence. Pains shot into her wrist and up her forearm. Furiously, he vowed, you will not fight or resist me this way, Little One. You will do as I command without hesitation.....
She determined he would have to break her hand before she would grovel further to him, like some whimpering, beaten animal. Why did he receive so much pleasure from her suffering?
Incensed, her other hand flew up to slap him. Before the blow landed, he easily captured it in the same vise-like hold. Inflamed at her daring action, he increased the pressure again. He could not believe she had dared to strike him. Would he be forced to break her hand before he broke her will? Why could she not learn her lesson and yield to his greater power and position?
She bit her cheek to keep from crying out. Blood began to flow from the corner of her mouth and eased down her chin. You must yield and beg mercy, he vowed. I will have it no other way!
It took every ounce of her willpower to remain silent. He gritted his teeth and tightened his hold, increasing the tension. He wondered just how much more she could stand before giving up. Her bravery and determination annoyed, yet pleased him. But it also angered him to be forced to continue this display of power.
As he applied more pressure, she began to kneel in hopes of reducing or weakening his grip. By the time she was to the ground on her knees, he had eased to one knee, staying just close enough to retain his hold and the pressure.
"The past few days have all been lies and tricks! You still hate me as much as ever. You will never allow me to penetrate that wall around your heart. That is, if you even have one. I will not beg mercy from you this time, Wanmdi Hota. You'll have to crush both my hands before I yield. I hate you! You're a savage! A bloody savage! I'll never belong to you, ever! I'll die before I let you touch me again." She accused boldly, "Murderer! Killer of women and children! Beast! One day, I'll cut your evil, black heart out with your own knife!"
Yes! Gold star to SmittenKitten! I'm DYING to read it - and I will, after I read the 80s potboiler one.
I am really curious to know if you will like it or not! I think you will, but it strikes me as a love it or hate it kind of book.Ok, I've got a scene... but I have to wait until I get home to the book to post. Coming soon.. :)
I'll know soon, soon, soon! Glancing through it to find that scene, I got good vibes from it. :)
Well I can see right now that I'll have to head out to the UBS today and find that book! (Do we know yet what the chosen February read is to be?)
Karla (Mossy Love Grotto) wrote: "The voting just started. But so far Savage Ecstasy is ahead!"Good! I just requested it from Mooch!
Although, I really think if would be fun to mull over our comments as we read along on Silken Savage
I plan on reading both this month (if SS ever gets here!)
I'll do a Buddy Read with you ANY ol' time!
Another hits the list! Keep em coming. :)I'm gonna start using post it notes on the scenes I think I might want to use. I can't never find one when I need it.
Ok, here's a new scene! Backdrop - Hero is reflecting fondly on his childhood growing up with grandpop.
"When he was twelve or so, he became curious about what went on in the pile of blankets. From his bed of furs in the corner, he took to watching the grandfather and his woman. The naked female body would excite him, and he'd feel himself grow hard and rigid.
One night when his grandfather had finished with his bed partner of the season and was about to settle himself for sleep, his glance fell on his grandson. The taut, tensely held body caught his attention immediately. He reared back his head and roared with laughter.
"By all that's holy, only twelve seasons and already you're hankerin' for a woman."
He sat up in bed and shook the sleeping form beside him. "Wake up, gal. You ain't finished yet." He gave a pleased laugh. "You're gonna be one busy female from now on."
He grinned at ___________. "Come on, lad, shuck them britches. The girl here will show you that thing stickin' up between your legs has other functions besides takin' a leak through."
_____________ recalled that he had hurried out of his home-spuns and his grandfather had given a low whistle, exclaiming proudly, "You're a [family name], all right. You're already hung like a small pony."
He had stood up then, saying, "Lay right down here, lad. Tonight you become a man.""
This was such a wtf scene for me - it made me giggle uncomfortablly 'cause I'm not into that kiddie stuff LOL. Plus, the scene severed no purpose in the book... I guess it was to show the reader what a studmuffin the hero is... Hint time! This book was a guess from one of my other scenes.
Nope, try again!Another hint: Karla, you were the one who made the guess
Oooh, I've got two possible answers...yes, I looked back through the whole thread. 50-50..... *closes eyes tight* Marna??
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