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 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…
https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan (my page)
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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.