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I'm going to keep this short and sweet (since you have so many other folks to visit) and give you a little, hot excerpt from my newest release,
Not a Dragon's Standard Virgin, a bestseller in M/F romance on
Bookstrand.com.
Here's the blurb:
Sacrificial
virgins are so sixteenth century, but unless Isabelle finds a man to take her
innocence, she’ll likely be next.
For Isabelle Andersen, being a virgin
in a dragon-plagued Scottish village is dangerous. Potentially the next dragon
sacrifice, Isabelle’s only solution is to lose her innocence, and fast. All she
needs is one handsome stranger she can coax into bed, but Lochmore Cott doesn’t
get much in the way of visitors.
Jonarrion Swiftwind has sworn off
virgins. The last time he took one to his bed, his family paid the price for
his lust at the hands of her demon-possessed father. He’s made it his mission
to destroy all demons. Nothing distracts him from killing this demon until
lovely Isabelle offers him tea. And her virginity.
Just one night of
passion makes Jon realize he doesn’t want to let the independent beauty go. But
will Isabelle accept him when she discovers the only real dragon in her
village… is him?
Excerpt:
He tried to smile around the heat
of her satin skin against his hand, but he feared it came out more of a
grimace. She swallowed hard and squeezed his hand, and he resisted the need to
bury his nose in the sweet flesh of her neck.
He had to be a gentleman. When have I ever been a gentleman?
“Peace, Isabelle. I only wanted
you to be sure of your resolve.” He stroked her cheek with his free hand and
smiled. “And you may call me Jon.”
“Right, then. Jon. Shall we get
started?” She rose and grasped the laces of her cincher in tight fingers.
“Easy, lassie.” He stood and held
her hands still, the tension humming through her. “There’s no need to rush
this.” He drew her back to the bed and sat down. “Come. Sit between my legs and
let me help you relax.”
“Between your… Isn’t that where
your—” She gestured at his tenting kilt and blushed.
“My what, Isabelle?”
“You know.” The red spilled down her throat and flushed her bosom. He
wondered if it carried on straight to her pussy. “Your manly bits.”
He wanted to laugh at her choice
of words, but he didn’t wish to anger her. “There are many names associated
with my ‘manly bits,’ but it’s most commonly called a ‘cock,’ and yes, that’s
where I carry it.”
“Cock.” She repeated the word in
her husky voice, and his said anatomy flexed with her attention. “Does it have
a mind of its own, then?”
“What?” Where had she learned such
things as a virgin?
“Well, it just moved.” She
gestured at his groin, and he resisted the urge to cover it with his hand.
He let out a startled laugh. “Actually,
my dear, it often responds when called by name, and you said it so well. It
couldn’t help but take notice.”
A mischievous smile curled her
lips and damn near curled his toes. “Cock.”
True to form, his dick flexed again
and his arousal swelled. Her sassy confidence grabbed far more than her sweet
innocence. She’d fought years of tradition within this human community to come
to his room, and now added some wanton wench into the mix. Sweet Goddess, this
might be better than he’d expected.
“That’s exactly how to say it,
lassie.” Her smile shot straight to his balls. “Now then, let’s take off that
cincher so you may relax, and you can learn the feel of my body.” And I can enjoy yours.
He reached for her laces, but she
pulled back a little. “I can get them.”
“I’m sure you can, Isabelle, but
it’s more fun if I do. Will you permit me?” Jonarrion stared into her beautiful
eyes and waited for her decision. She bit her lip again, and he had to bite his
tongue to keep from moaning. Hellwinds,
she’s sexy.
“Very well, Jon.” Isabelle sidled
closer, and he inhaled her woman’s scent.
She had a wild, earthy scent like
a rainy spring forest, or the shores of a windswept loch. Blended with it were
the more mundane scents of cooking oils, fresh bread, and ale. His heart ached
with nostalgia for home, and he closed his eyes, imagining her tending his
hearth. How does she smell so good?
“Are you well, Jon?”
He opened his eyes to realize he’d
pressed his cheek against her belly as he held her hips. What was wrong with
him? He’d never lost track of his actions with a lover before. He glanced up at
her and smiled. At least she hadn’t shoved him away.
“Aye, better than well.
Intoxicated.”
He loosened her laces and
released her breasts, the full globes bouncing gently under her chemise as he
pulled away her stays. His mouth watered, but he kept his eyes on hers and
settled his hands on her hips.
“You’re lovely, Isabelle.”
She snorted softly. “Right.”
“’Tis true, sweets. See what you
do to me.” He drew one of her hands down to his kilt and tried not to thrust
into her palm. “I don’t grow this hard unless I find a lassie beautiful.” He
scooted back a little and patted the bed between his legs. “Come. Sit.”
“Are you sure I won’t hurt you
with such a malady?”
“Malady?” He laughed. “Nay,
lassie, it doesn’t pain me to be hard.” Unless
it’s all night long. “You sitting here will only bring me pleasure.” He
patted the bed again.
She turned slowly, and he enjoyed
the swell of her arse in her skirt, but he especially enjoyed it when it
settled against his rigid shaft. They sighed at the same time, and he couldn’t
help but wrap his arms around her waist.
“Ah, that’s lovely, Isabelle.”
“You’re so warm.” She snuggled
back against his chest, and he tightened his hold on her.
Why did she feel so good there?
He brushed her hair aside and dipped his head, trailing small kisses across her
neck and shoulders. She gasped and stiffened with the brush of his lips on her
skin, and he paused, inhaling her delicious scent.
“What are you doing, Jon?”
“I’m kissing you, sweet Belle. Is
there something amiss?” Other than his raging cockstand and his unusual lack of
control.
“Nay, not amiss. Just…strange.”
“Strange, how?” He slid his
fingers over her shoulder and across her collarbones, reveling in the
smoothness there.
“I feel strange, as if everything
is tight and loose all at once.” She shivered when his hand dipped lower and
cupped her breast.
“Are you well, Isabelle?”
She inhaled and nodded sharply,
gathering up her courage.
“I’m fine.”
He dropped his hand to her waist
again, rubbing in small circles. “We can take this slower if you need to.”
“Och, nay. ’Tis better to get it
over with.” She straightened her shoulders and waited as if facing her
execution.
“I don’t want to get it over with, Isabelle.” He pushed a
strand of auburn hair behind her ear and turned her head to meet his gaze. “This
might be a business transaction to you, but it still should be pleasant. If you
find it too distasteful, we can stop.”
“Nay, not distasteful.” She
turned and knelt between his knees, her arms resting on his thighs. “Just
strange and…and I don’t know what to do. I feel useless.” She dropped her chin.
“I haven’t learned the art of being with a man—not that I wished to. Oh bother!”
She sat back on her heels and wrapped her arms around her waist, pushing those
lovely breasts up until he wanted to shove his cock between their full embrace.
“What do you wish to do,
Isabelle?”
“Lose my virginity, o’ course.”
“But?” Jonarrion reached out to
tip her chin up so he could meet her eyes. “What else?”
“How do you know there’s aught
else?”
He drew his thumb across her full
lower lip, and his cock twitched at her gasp. “Because you strike me as a woman
who takes pride in your abilities to accomplish your tasks. What more do you
wish to accomplish?”
Isabelle sighed and smoothed the
fabric of her skirt. “I wish I knew how to pleasure you.”
Exquisite joy and pleasure surged
through his chest at her courage. Done.
“Ah, my sweet Belle, then you have succeeded already.”
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Sabrina rubbed
her head and tried to think. “Give me a moment. My head still hurts.”
“Oh, God, Linus,
I’ve missed you so much.” She pressed her nose against his chest and tried to
stop the sobs shaking her body. She only succeeded in crying harder.
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Sacrificial
virgins are so sixteenth century, but unless Isabelle finds a man to take her
innocence, she’ll likely be next.
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