Good morning, lovely people. I hope you're enjoying your weekend. I have a treat for you today, and me for that matter. There's something about a man in breeches....
*****
Ahaha, so here you are Doris. makes
a leg (that's a sort of a bow to us 21st century peeps) Now I do
not need that man glowering at us. Tell him you're safe with me. I have my own
lady, I will not take his. Well wink only for a short while and only for
a little dalliance.
(Hubby
stares, scowls, and goes to the door.)
Mr. Doris. (I had to laugh at that. Sir was not amused.) Perhaps you could take
the lovely Budda and give him to Raven to play with? I had to bribe her with
Budda cuddles to get her to bring me. Oh I have to warn you she has chocolate.
It's nothing like we drink, but she assures me it smears even better. Snort.
Perhaps you won't want to hear that eh?
(Why
am I not surprised? Raven always gives Budda chocolate and says it's grandma's
privilege)
Now, It's not that I dislike your
man Doris, but it's somewhat intimidating talking about f…er affairs of the
heart whist he listens to me. I may fall short in his eyes. Wink not
that I worry. My times are different from yours, and we have to adapt accordingly.
(Oh
his look of well… um mastery is so…well… okay I'll shut up)
In my times we show our control
in different ways. I look after Felicity, and yes I am her master. Is this the
same as in your time? Now that I can't say.
You have special ropes and those
things for your nipples, yes? We have silk ties and cotton threads. You have a
flogger? Ahaha we have a riding crop, oh and hands… yes I know you have those
as well but hey ho. Some things therefore are the same.
I know your Sir would protect you
whatever. I am likewise. That is what we do. My lady is my life. Without her
life is not worth a guinea. These people who wish to harm us, our country and
our lives have to be stopped.
Now, I can only hope I manage thinks
and enjoy myself as I do it. I foresee it will not be easy, but then if
something or someone is important, then if you have to fight, so be it. And
then perhaps Felicity and I will have what you and your Sir have eh?
Oh dear, I can hear laughs and
giggles and I think poor Doris will have a lot of tidying up to do. Laugh
well grandma's have to get their grandchild messy. I'm told it is the way of
the world.
I realize as I sit here, with the
lovely Doris she is beginning to look worried. It could have something to do
with the shouts and giggles we can hear through the door.
So to distract her (Doris not
Raven) here's the blurb to my book…
A chance meeting at a masked ball
leads to explosive and unforgettable sex for both Nash and Felicity.
Reunited under dangerous
circumstances, they realize they may have to fight for their love, especially
when Felicity is promised to Nash's brother.
With the future of the country at
stake and unsure who to trust, can there be a future for the star stuck lovers?
.
and I think you might like a
tease?
He kissed her hard; her soft lips
were crushed under his, and he forced them open. Not that force was needed.
Even as he pulled her body next to his she murmured incoherently and opened to
his tongue. Nash plundered and she held on to his back, thrust her quim against
his cock, and ground herself against him.
Nash thought hazily how easy it
would be to forget why they were there, not a hundred yards from their
destination, and surrounded by trees. To simply lower Felicity to the ground
and make love to her. The stabs of disappointment as he reluctantly drew back
astounded him. He had paid lip service to his deep feelings and now he knew,
they were real. His love was deep and he'd do anything to protect Felicity and
give them a happy ending.
"L ... Later," he
managed in a voice that held more than a quiver. "Later, love. I will show
you the depths of my love." He took a shuddering breath, and was pleased
to see she looked as shaken as he did. He ran his hands down her arms, and
tucked a wayward strand of her hair behind her ear. "Right, let's get on
with this reconnaissance. Then I can whisk you home, take you to our room and
plunder."
Felicity licked her lips.
Minx,
she knows what that gesture means to me.
"Plunder, eh?" Felicity
raised one eyebrow and managed a jerky giggle. "Pirate Nash, eh?"
He twirled an imaginary moustache
and gave his best attempt at an evil cackle.
They walked on in single file
slowly through the trees. Felicity was glad Nash knew where he was going
because she soon lost all sense of direction. The tiny track was almost
invisible, and she guessed it was only because the woods were part of his home
that Nash could make his way through them so unerringly.
Nash stopped by a narrow stream
and looked at her footwear. "We're almost there. I can jump this, but the
edges are mighty slippery. If you jump I will catch you. Will you manage? Or we
can walk a few hundred yards to the stepping-stones. It's up to you."
Felicity had no doubt about that.
"Are the stepping stones on the main track? The ones I would have crossed
on my way to your house?"
Nash nodded. "It'll be safe
to go there now."
Felicity stared at him. "You don't know
that. Apart from which they are set at an angle I assume after the heavy rains
last month. We'll do it here."
He grinned. She did her best not
to giggle.
"Oh you, you know what I
meant. Get your mind off your cock. You cross and I will jump. Surely I can’t
have forgotten all of my hoydenish ways of my childhood. This is but a puddle
compared to the stream at home. Come on, my lord, show me how it should be
done." Her giggle escaped. She hoped she wasn’t going to be shown how
wrong she was in her belief of her abilities. Nash narrowed his eyes and then
nodded. He took a few short steps away from the bank, turned, ran and jumped. He
landed several feet away from the water. Felicity couldn't help but admire the
way his body moved. As his calves bunched in preparation to leap, her mouth
went dry. He was magnificent. There was no way to disguise his strength. He
landed as lithe as a cat, and twisted on the balls of his feet to smirk at her.
She clapped and dropped a
curtsey. "Perfectly executed, sir." Now it was her turn. Felicity bit
her lip and considered her options.
Nash sniggered. "Perhaps you
should just paddle?"
Felicity ignored him. With a
deliberation she knew would tease him, she tied her scarf around her waist and
tucked her skirts into it. Nash whistled softly. Felicity twirled around to
give him flashes of her legs, and took several more steps back than Nash had,
before she slipped off her shoes and tucked them inside her makeshift belt
along with her hem.
"One, two," she
muttered under her breath, leaned back on her rear leg, gathered her energy,
and moved her weight onto her front leg. "Three." She tensed her
muscles and moved. To her delight she had forgotten nothing about the sheer
delight of running and jumping with little to hinder her movements. As she
approached the water she leaped high into the air and shouted with sheer
delight. It was incredible. The air tickled her legs, and her hair came loose
from its bun. Nash moved and caught her as she reached him, and tumbled
backward to let her land on top of him. As he grasped her arse to hold her to
him, quim to cock, he grinned.
"You fell over on
purpose," Felicity accused him, even as she dipped her head to kiss his
lips. She pulled back and giggled, even as her mind registered his prick
hardening as he moved her over him. "My, my. Here?"
"Why not?"
Why not indeed.
He shifted one of his hands to
fondle her arse under her skirts. "Raise yourself an inch or two and draw
my breeches down. Then let me lift your skirts and ride me."
Felicity wasn't sure she'd manage
to do as he asked before she collapsed. Her heart was thudding and the heavy
pulse in her cunt was clenching and unclenching her muscles. The thought of him
filling her was enough to give her the impetus she needed. She sat up on her
haunches and dragged his breeches over his erect cock. It flicked out from
their confines and waved triumphantly. Felicity sniggered. 'Someone is pleased
to enjoy the fresh countryside air." She lifted her skirts and let her
cunt skim over the tip of his prick.
"Tease." He nipped her
arse. The tiny sting increased her juices, which she reckoned were ready to
cover him.
"Me?" Felicity tilted her
head to one side. “How? I thought your
cock was ready to enjoy the freedom of being released from confinement."
"Hmm, from the confinement
of my breeches, yes. Because it ached to be in the confinement of your
cunt." He gripped her waist with one hand, his staff with the other and
pulled her downward. The first touch as he slipped inside her made her gasp.
The second as he thrust into her ready body, made her moan. The third as he
muttered, "Ride me, for heaven's sake, fuck me hard," sent her
tumbling over the edge.
Now some nosy links
Raven lives in Scotland, along
with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded
by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life
with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the
scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of reading, she
appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of
those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books
almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's
strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has
been added to her WIP.
Her lovely long-suffering husband
is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a
glass of wine.
You can find out more about Raven
here…
And for those of you still with us, If you comment, and say
what one regency thing you'd like today, There's a chance to win a cope of
Cecilia's Claim, book two in this series. Nash said he'd like to give his
sister away. We had to explain it was only an ecopy of the book.
