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GREAT Karla, thanks for this, didn't realize there had been anything along this line.

..."He turned, and stared at his reflection, noting the bite mark on his chest. Swiveling at the hips, he perused his back and the scratches that laced either side of his spine. Just above his buttocks, two round shadows hinted at bruises to come, marks left by his wife...
'I'll be damned,' he breathed...he looked nigh as bad as Pel...he was well matched...
He could not help but notice the marks of his teeth on her neck. He was a primitive beast, but at least he knew it.
'I think your ass is divine, and I wish to bite it.'
'Bite it?' He blinked. 'My ass?'
'Yes.' She tucked the sheet beneath her arms...
'Why on earth would you wish to do such a thing?'
'Because it looks taut and firm. Like a peach.' Licking her lips, she arched a challenging brow.
His hands moved without volition to cover his rear. 'You're serious.'
'Quite.'
'Quite.' Gerard studied his wife....
Her amber eyes darkened and heated, a sensual invitation to dally, and he could not refuse. Not when her capitulation was so fresh. He had wanted this, wanted her willing, and if that meant allowing her to bite his ass, he would bear it...
'Odd, this' he muttered, lying facedown beside her."


..."He turned, and stared at his reflection, noting the bite mark on his chest. Swiveling at the hips, he perused his back an..."
That actually looks pretty good. Does it have a lot of humor in it? Anymore scenes like that?

off guard and I burst out laughing.
You are welcome to check the review I left here on Goodreads. I didn't review the plot (that's been done to death), just my impression of the main characters. 5 star read for me.

Here's my scene.
He took a slow, prowling pace towards me, lazily letting the silver cloth slide to the floor. In the light of the candles his flesh gleamed like alabaster, but this statue was warm and living, as graceful as a
leopard and as treacherous as murder. His hips swung once, like a cat launching itself on a bird, and then he moved forward.
There was no time to evade him, no time to resist. Almost before I saw him move, he had caught me and lifted me, and then there was softness under me and his weight on top of me as I fell sprawling across the great bed. I tried to rise, but his mouth came down on mine in the first kiss I had ever known and forced my head back against the pillowing velvets.
Instinctively, like an animal, I fought back, scratching and biting. This was less lovemaking than deliberate cruelty, all that grace and strength employed in the inflicting of pain. . . . It was like being mauled by a giant cat for sport, not for food. Light glinted on the bright hair as the duke's head bent again to mine; there was no tenderness in his shadowed face, only a harsh, blazing excitement that made me catch my breath.
"Your Grace . . ." It was a broken whisper.
"That is not my name." His voice was low and breathless, full of teasing.
I gasped, "Please . . ." and could not go on.
"Please?" He laughed so that he shook me with it. "Do you mean, please take me quickly? Please, this? Or this?"
The velvet robe tore under his fingers and I felt his hands slide over my breasts, probing and caressing as I tried to arch away from their remorselessly sensual possession. The touch of his hands seemed to burn my skin.
My breath was coming in gasps like sobs as I struggled, braced in every nerve to resist the demand that tore at my thighs; then he gripped the scruff of my neck and held me, fingers spread across the back of my head, with my lips hard against his. His kiss was urgent, like an invasion; then, as his mouth traced the hollow of my neck with quick, fierce kisses, his weight came full upon me.
I realized that until that instant he had merely been playing with me. There was no escaping his insistence. He stilled my desperate thrashing with almost insolent ease, forcing me against him, shocking me to breathtaking awareness of every muscle in his
hard, smooth body. Blindly, I made one last effort to free myself, but his hands were plundering my body too ruthlessly.
If I had not been resisting so hard, it might have been easier to bear. As it was, he took me by brute force; I felt his greedy touch exploring every inch of me, and the next moment I cried out, uncontrollably and in agony. It was intolerable, outrageous; it was
like being ripped apart; and as his passion smashed over me like a tidal wave, I lay imprisoned in his arms and wept.

OK, that gets bumped up the TBR! :D It reminds me so much of Flesh & the Devil - I love her style to pieces.


No, Sean wasn't a Romantic kinda fellow LOL

Must include Felipe in that one also, these 3 were the epitome of MAD...BAD...and oh, I loved them :D


It ended GREAT!!! Sean, Catherine and their son lived happy ever after. At least they were on their way, which during that time period of hatred, I can only hope the best for them on their journey to their HEA.
I, myself, never thought for one moment that Sean was evil. I could understand him and my heart broke for his madness...tears in my heart for that man. I was so emotionally tied to him, that I got ripped to pieces, along with him, in the hatred that drove him mad.




Yep, you are right. I checked the negatives on the OUTLANDER post on Amazon. Readers can be so silly. My way of thinking is these readers only read superficially and completely miss depth when it's in a book. They just don't "see" with any understanding what they are actually reading.

By the way, when I said you can tell when a book is bad, I meant when a book is controversial. Although with Chandra(aka Warrior's song) the book really was bad.

That's funny.
I'll look for a scene. I wanted to post one out of I book I read and re-read because I like it so much...but I couldn't find it today...damn. Haven't re-read in a good year or so...always wondering if time will change how I feel about it...
I'll take a quick look now and see if I can finally find it...

From a connoisseur's standpoint, the backside so sweetly hoisted heavenward 25 feet in front of Lucien was the most provocative one he'd ever had the good fortune to admire; lushly rounded, firm, high, and.... The entire effect was so enticing that even the god-awful breeches of indeterminate gray did little damage to the overall presentation.
Now, if only he could see the rest of the package that went with that sweet bottom he thought leaning against the stable door...
But the little thief continued to rifle through the drunk's pockets...content to watch, he adjusted his position...too much the cad to alert the girl of his presence. Might as well enjoy himself now that an opportunity had arisen-and it had most definitely had arisen.
...the girl's floppy hat tumbled from her head, unraveling a silky banner of blue-black hair that puddled on the floor in a glossy pool beside the drunk's head.
Divested of her uninspired disguise, she muttered a curse, quickly rolled her silky mass of hair on top of her head, and jammed the hat back into place.
"Need any help, sweetheart?" he inquired.
The little robber whirled around so fast she very nearly dislodged her hat again. She had no such luck with the grimy scarf meant to obscure her face. It slid down to her throat, leaving Lucien dumbstruck.
But this...Good sweet Christ, the little larcenist was a fetching piece, from her dark winged eyebrows... and mouth so damn full and wide he was already contemplating its possibilities.
She treated him to the same perusal .... taking a step back she said "Don't come any closer." She made the wasted effort of covering her face again....
"And what might happen if I dared come closer?" He took a step forward, amused...
"Then I guess I'd have to shoot you." A gun appeared from behind her back.
His delicate wildflower had turned out to be a determined wildcat. "That is dire, isn't it?" His gaze flicked to the hand holding the gun; it trembled like a leaf.
"I mean it."
"I'm sure you do"...

Disregard this silly cover, so glad I did.

That scene I wrote...that is the first chapter of this book...beginning with the first paragraph...
I'd give you another scene, but if you are going to try it, I don't want to give anything away.... I'll just say that this is one of those books where the older man seduces his Ward and this book is smokin.

I'm a little worn out on deep, serious, tragic romances for a little while. I need some light romances right now. Currently I'm re-reading the Dragon Kin series. I'm on #2, About a Dragon. Have you ever read those?


From a connoisseur's standpoint, the backside so sweetly hoisted heavenward 25 feet in front of Lucien was the most provocative one he'd ever had the go..."
I love the name Lucien!
And your right I would never read this book once I looked at it's cover. But I'll have to check it out now :)

Naughty or Nice isn't a light read. It IS laced with much warmth and humor, many laugh out loud moments, but, it is a complex story. Lucien is what makes it so. He is one tortured Hero with many layers. He is an honorable man, but scarred so deeply it sometimes absolutely breaks your heart and makes you wonder if there is any hope for him.
It isn't deep, heavy and depressing. It is probably Melanie George's masterpiece.


Post whatever you like! It's simply a way to post scenes you liked that might nudge someone towards giving the book a look-see.

...It didn’t take long for her to get used to staring at Chandos’s back. He simply wouldn’t ride beside her.She tried to catch up to him a few times, but he always managed to stay a good length ahead of her, no farther than that but not close enough to talk. Yet he was always aware of what she was doing. He never looked back, but each time her horse lagged, Chandos slowed. He kept the exact same distance between them all the time. This reassured her.
It shouldn’t have. A few moments later Chandos stopped to dismount, then walked purposefully toward her. She looked at him curiously. It was only nearing sunset, and she hadn’t thought they would make camp so early. Then she felt a twinge of alarm, for his face was set, his eyes coldly determined.
Without a word, he reached up and dragged her off her mount. With a startled cry, she fell into him, her boots slamming against his shins. He didn’t flinch. An arm snaked tightly around her waist, his other hand shot out and clenched her buttocks.
“Chandos, please!” she cried out, shocked and horrified. “What are you doing?”
He said nothing. His eyes were blue ice, and they said all she needed to know.
“Why?”
“Why not?”
Oh, God, she couldn’t believe this was happening. “I trusted you!”
“I guess you shouldn’t have,” he said coldly, wrapping both arms around her tightly.
Courtney began to cry. “Please. You’re hurting me.”
“You’re going to hurt a lot more if you don’t do exactly as I say, lady. Now put your arms around me.”
He displayed no anger at all. He didn’t raise his voice even a little. Courtney would have preferred fury to
this cold determination. Staring into his frigid eyes, she did as he said, afraid not to. Her heart was beating a terrified tempo. God
help her, how could she have been so terribly wrong about him?
“That’s better,” he said evenly.
And then he slipped one hand free and, in a single motion, ripped the front of her blouse open...
You want the rest, you have to read the book. :)
In case that link didn't work right, it's A Heart So Wild by Johanna Lindsey.



and if Lindsey handled Courtney's reaction in that scene in a different manner, it would have been so much better...and I'd probably still be reading Lindsey...for whatever that opinion is worth :<

Jeanine ♥ Cheshire Catt ♠ wrote: "This author is definitely a man..."
It's glaringly obvious, isn't it? :P This book and Barbary Bride gave off the strongest dude vibes. Same with Flowers of Fire.
It's glaringly obvious, isn't it? :P This book and Barbary Bride gave off the strongest dude vibes. Same with Flowers of Fire.

The writer being a man, I wonder if he ever took a virgin - you know what they say - write about something you know about...

The conclusion I come to after giving this scene a thought is that, yes, this male writer may have taken a virgin....
But
Not a virgin woman...and certainly not in the usual style...
So
it could only be a virgin male...taken via the back door...
it could be perceivable that it would require "a battering ram"
Oh well,
I'm off


Outlander is one book/series that I know I should read, but 2 things make me indecisive about it: 1) the time travel device (not a fave) and 2) Gabaldon has been a Grade A twatwaffle on occasion, and author crap like that turns me off. :P

1) Yeah, time travel is good in theory, but in practice it just doesn't work. I have yet to see someone actually pull it off.
2) Twatwaffle? LOL :)
Urban Dictionary backs me up on that word choice. :P

LOL I actually had no idea what that meant until a minute ago when I looked it up. So, elitist, huh? What makes you say that?
I guess I'm more touchy on the subject since I wrote/write fanfiction, and she was a kneejerk reactionary spouting off about stuff she doesn't understand and using asinine analogies. Too long to go into, but here's a link.
Needless to say, I hadn't gotten around to one of her books before this, and this did nothing to make me eager to do so.
Needless to say, I hadn't gotten around to one of her books before this, and this did nothing to make me eager to do so.


Actually, it is pretty cool the way Claire got sucked through the time warp - maybe I'll include that particular scene...what ya think Evelyn?
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So....have a great scene you just read, or a favorite? Post it here with the Title and Author. It can be touching, outrageous, horrifying, gut-wrenching, whatever! We're a diverse group, so even if it's godawful and trashy there's some of us who would want to read it. *raises hand*
Or grab something from your TBR, thumb through it, and post a bit that looks good. For these out-of-print titles with no "Look Inside" feature on the internet, it's the only way we readers can get an idea of what might be inside. And we all need to increase our TBR. ;-)