Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy, Fun, and Healthy 2014.
The Romance Studio is giving away a copy of Marriage Barter today. They hold daily drawings and have some great give-aways. All you have to do is sign up any day you want to be in the drawing.
Finally, this story has been a challenge. Not to write because I fell in love with Elizabeth and Noah right from the start. The challenge has been in finding time to write. I think all of us face ‘life’ at times and this year has slipped by me in a whirl of family, and moving.
Marriage Barter is set in 1864 Maryland.
Elizabeth, what the hell? He found his voice and answered, “Yes, what are doing without a light? You’re going to break your neck.” He reached down to her and gently grasped her elbow.
“I … I need some help. I thought Midge…”
“She’s no doubt gone to bed. Can I help?”
Elizabeth choked out a laugh. “Hardly. I can’t seem to get out of this dress.”
Noah sat back on the stair. “Well that can’t be too hard. How far did you get?”
He could hear her draw in a breath. The woman was a widow for cripes sake. Surely her husband had helped her out of clothes. Well maybe not gowns, usually a ladies maid did that, but certainly… He closed his eyes and bit back a groan. He imagined his hands skimming over her as he pulled the dress down. Then circling her waist to pull her against his engorged cock.
Noah gritted his teeth. How hard could this be? “Yes, I’m right here. Turn around so your back is to me and I’ll try to undo the buttons or whatever is holding your dress together.”
Again she laughed but this one was more like she meant it. “I got out of the dress. It’s this… damnable corset that Midge tied me into.”
Noah wasn’t sure what to say. Again an image formed and he bit back a groan. He hadn’t thought he could get harder but his rod was proving him wrong. He needed to finish this and get some space between them before he acted on the visions his mind was conjuring up. He put his hand out and found Elizabeth’s waist. The darkness might have hid her from view but it brought an intimacy that wouldn’t have been as intense with a lamp.
“Suck in your breath for me.” His voice sounded like syrup to his ears. Damn he was warm, actually hot.
“I’m trying.” Elizabeth bit back.
“Try harder.” Noah tried to get his finger under the lacing. “Why in the hell did you two cinch this so tight?”
Elizabeth made a mewing sound. He couldn’t believe that she was seeing any humor in this. Or that hearing her, feeling her, he could be aroused to the point of pain.
“We had to.”
“Had to what?”
“Really Mr. Kincaid.”
“Damn it, Noah, I’m sick of this ‘Mr. Kincaid’ crap.” At his words he heard her give way to a real laugh. Weak from lack of breath she sank down on the stair and directly onto his lap.
He lost his breath as of their own volition his arms came around her waist and he buried his mouth against her bare shoulder.
“I can’t breathe,” she whispered.
He was finding it difficult himself. With a jolt he came to his senses and put both hands around a waist so small his fingers met in front of her. “I’m going to have to cut the lacing. There’s a knot in it and all I’m doing is making it tighter.”
Noah maneuvered around so he could squeeze past her on the narrow staircase. He felt sweat trickle off his temple.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
Stating what he would have thought was obvious he said, “I’m going down to the kitchen to get a knife. I don’t happen to be carrying one in these pants.” He stepped down a step and felt her shift out of his way. “Go up to your room and I’ll bring one up.”
“No – oo.” Her voice shook. “I don’t want you to see.”
Huh, didn’t want him to see? Didn’t she realize he was seeing more with his mind than he could ever see by candle or lamplight? “Then leave the damn light off,” he ground out.
Here at our house we are in full holiday mode. We celebrated an early Christmas with grandkids and an amazing puppy last Sunday. Now I am in the process of packing for a Christmas in Mexico with the kids.
On the home front the Evernight Christmas blog hop is over and I’d like to thank Evernight Publishing for hosting a great party. Visiting the author sites and meeting fans and authors was fun.
I randomly selected a winner of a copy of She Ain’t A Lady and am pleased to congratulate Ursula. Ursula, I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it.
Evernight announced the winner of the Evernight Swag Bag Congratulations K. April Holgate. They will be announcing the winner of drawing for the grand prize of an ipad 2 later. Watch for the winner on their blog.
I won’t be on the e-waves much this week so would like to take the opportunity wish you all Merry Christmas and a Happy, Healthy, and Prosperous 2013.
Welcome to the Evernight Holiday Blog Hop!
We love the holidays, we love making our readers happy and we love giving away swag. What better way to do that than to hold a blog hop?
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She bucked against his hard shaft trying to impale herself on it. Her pulse pounded and at first she thought it was the sound of their combined breathing she heard. She held her breath and listened. No someone was at the door.
She stiffened and pushed at Jeb’s shoulder. He mumbled something and pulled back enough to lick at the twin nipple.
“No, Jeb wait.” Again she pushed at his shoulder. This time her action brought a response.
His voice rasped out. “No can wait baby.” He pushed forward but she was already wriggling out from under him.
“There’s someone at the door.”
“It’s probably Heath.” He pulled a blanket up tenting them under it. “Come on back to me.”
“No, he’ll know what we’re doing.”
Jeb chuckled. “Yep.”
Anna Rose socked him on the shoulder. “Jeb!”
She looked up to see Heath coming in the door. His gaze found hers and she quickly looked away.
Jeb rolled over on his back and put his forearm over his eyes. “Damn, give me a sec.”
Heath chuckled as he put the tray he was holding down on the small table. “I brought you two sleepy heads some coffee. Now I see I’m not appreciated.” He walked over and took Anna Rose’s gown off the chair. “I’d say carry on but it seems . . .” He thrust the gown out to her. “Here put this on. Or better yet get up and dressed. They’re serving breakfast and this isn’t a passenger ship where they cater to your sleeping habits.”
She clutched the blanket to her breasts. No way was she going to get up with him standing there watching. “Turn your back.”
Again he chuckled. “Turn my back, what about the guy in bed with you? Think he’s going to cover his eyes?”
“Shut up Heath. You could have waited another five minutes.” Jeb groused.
“Five minutes?” Heath hooted. He shook his head and leaned against the wall. “Five minutes, I’ll be damned.”
Jeb threw back the covers exposing Anna Rose’s legs. She yelped and drew the blanket around her. Unlike her, and like Heath he gave his nudity no thought. Walking over he began pulling on his clothes. “Let’s get out of here and give her some space to dress.”
“Okayyyy.” Heath drawled out. Then burst out laughing. “Five minutes.”
Heath was still laughing a few minutes later when they opened the door. He looked back at Anna Rose. “I’ll give you ten minutes. I’m locking the door.” He paused and then added, “For you own protection. One of us will come back down and escort you topside.”
As soon as the door shut Anna Rose dove out of bed. Ten minutes and she didn’t doubt Heath would help her dress if she wasn’t ready. Through the door she could still hear his laugh. “Damn Jeb, five minutes.”
Jeb’s growl answered. “If you don’t shut the hell up . . .”
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She Ain’t A Lady has gotten off to a good start. It’s been on the Evernight Publishing Bestseller list and Bookstrands list. This is exciting news for me as it’s the first book I’ve written in the erotic genre. Ummm maybe I need to be getting another one out there. I have one in mind, another historical.
More on that later, today She Ain’t A Lady is featured on The Romance Studio’s Book-A-Day Giveaway. If you get the chance pop over and sign in. You’ve read She Ain’t A Lady? There a number of other books for you to select from.
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