Welcome to the Hot in Handcuffs Blog Hop! Big thanks go to Under the Covers for hosting.
Phew, this is a bit of a saucy hop, isn’t it? I’m not even sure where to begin…um…uh…*blushes* My, my, I never thought I’d be this reticent about this subject!
I do love the saucy times in my books. Actually, I remember my first introduction to Erotic Romance – the lovely Emma Holly. Beyond Innocence was my first book by her and my word, the sauciness abounds! The description of the lovemaking between the hero and the heroine is lush and explicit, and I was totally hooked from then on!
Hmm. This doesn’t have much to do with handcuffs, does it? Um, well let me tell you about my introduction to BDSM stories. I’d heard a lot about Joey W. Hill and decided to give her a try. I started at the beginning of her Nature of Desire series, and when I read the second in the series, Natural Law, I just about swooned. It was soooo good, and featured a lady Domme and her defiant sub. Ms Hill deals with the psychology behind BDSM superbly, and my understanding of the sub-culture expanded exponentially. I’d invite you to try her books if you like that genre!
Of course, now that I’m a published author, I also like to inject a little spicy times into my work. My latest release, ROUGH DIAMOND, has some saucy moments:
God, this was all so stupid. Rupert put in her head all sorts of thoughts Alice shouldn’t be entertaining. She shouldn’t be thinking of his hand on hers, and the heat that went through her as his touch danced over her skin. She shouldn’t be thinking of dark eyes and the flash of something deeper behind them. She shouldn’t think of whiskey and words, and the way he’d looked as if he wanted to devour her when she’d put the glass to her lips.
She shouldn’t be thinking of him and all that pale skin in her bed.
One by one, he tugged the fingers of the glove. Each pull of the fabric against her skin dragged through her, traveling up her arm and across her chest, finding an answering tug low in her belly.
She didn’t even know where these thoughts were coming from. Hell, there was no reason on God’s green earth why she should be thinking them. It was only…. They’d talked some, and most of it had been nonsense, but every now and then she reckoned it was the real Llewellyn peeked through. Every now and then, it was as if he were daring her to discover his ruse, daring her to play, and…and, well hell. He was just so damn pretty.
Mouth dry, she watched as he gently dragged the glove from her. His fingers curled slightly around her hand. For an eternity, he stared down at her glove. Then, he raised his gaze to hers.
Wetting her lips, she struggled through a breath. In his face, she saw everything he only ever teased her with. Intelligence. Cunning. And a need so deep it would all but consume her.
A need she wanted for her own.
As one, they lunged at the other. Pulling on his lapel with one hand, she ignored the twinge of pain as she plunged her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. His tangled in the strands piled atop her head as his tongue swept her lips and she opened eagerly, his taste exploding in her mouth, as full of fire as the whiskey she’d teased him with. God damn, she had wanted to do this. She had wanted his hands on her, his mouth on her, his hair in her hands and his taste in her mouth. Now she had what she wanted, his hand tightening in her hair, his body hard and delicious against hers, and she wanted more.
Backing her against the wall, he braced his arms behind her to protect her from the rough wood. Lips traced her eyebrow, her cheek, the cord of her neck. Arching for him, she melted, molded, became whatever he needed so he wouldn’t stop. His mouth returned to hers, and she kissed him, for hours, for days, until she was a seethe of want and lust and she wanted him. Dear God, how she wanted him.
Owner of the Diamond Saloon and Theater, Alice Reynolds is astounded when a fancy Englishman offers to buy her saloon. She won’t be selling her saloon to anyone, let alone a man with a pretty, empty-headed grin…but then, she reckons that grin just might be a lie, and a man of intelligence and cunning resides beneath.
Rupert Llewellyn has another purpose for offering to buy the pretty widow’s saloon—the coal buried deep in land she owns. However, he never banked on her knowing eyes making him weak at the knees, or how his deception would burn upon his soul.
Each determined to outwit the other, they tantalize and tease until passion explodes. But can their desire bridge the lies told and trust broken?
And now, the contest#!
What sort of saucy tales do you peeps like? What are your favourite handcuffed moments? I’d love to hear all about them. Comment below, leave your email address, and you’ll go in the running to win!
One lucky commenter will win a USD$5 Amazon.com Gift Card, as well as a signed ROUGH DIAMOND postcard, and a ROUGH DIAMOND magnet. International entries are welcome – if Australia Post can reach your country, you can enter!
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