Enjoy!
*****
Hello dear Doris and all your fans.
Such a strange word that, for people. To me a fan is an aid to flirtation. Or
to cool hot cheeks when a gentleman is being particularly attentive. Or forward.
Then it raps knuckles oh so successfully.
However, that is as maybe, before
you all yawn and disappear, let me tell you why I'm here.
You see I live in Regency times, and
run a rather unusual school. A school for seduction. What is different, is that
so far, it's the young ladies who do the seducing. After all why settle for
less than you deserve?
I am having some success with aiding
my pupils, and my reputation is growing rather nicely.
Maybe I was getting complacent, who
knows? I like to think not, but when Raven told me she was writing my story, I
laughed. I didn't have a story to tell.
After all everyone knows I was, many
moons ago, the Mistress to Ashley, the Earl of Addersley, before he married his
lovely Adriana.
And anyone who has read the previous
stories about my school (and if you haven't why not?) knows that Ash and
Adriana set up my school for me, and they along with their friends know just
who to point in my direction.
Who told Raven to point Charles in
my direction I don't know, but it turned out he was my first male pupil.
Imagine my surprise when I realized the lady he intended to claim…
Was me…
Here's the blurb
Miss Simpkins' School—where seduction's
the game and success is the aim. Why settle for less than everything? Come to
school and let classes commence.
Lady in the drawing room and whore in
the bedroom?
As the ex-mistress of an earl, Molly is
ideally suited to teach the young debutants of the ton to get the best out
their marriage. Where does that leave Molly, herself, however?
She's no debutante, but a woman with
needs and fantasies—fantasies that Charles knows he can fulfil. If only he
could convince her to take on her first male pupil.
Will Molly allow herself to be
persuaded, or will he be Miss Simpkins' school first failure.
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A wee tease…
Damn her, why couldn't she see they
could be together? Oh, it wouldn't be easy, but then nothing worth fighting for
was.
"We do. I do." Molly kissed
his cheek. "Dearest Charles, I have some very happy memories, and I want
to keep them. If I was to discover what we experienced had made your life hard,
it would sully them. Do you understand?"
"No." If she could be
obstinate then so could he. Charles slipped his hand between them and inched
her skirts upward. Molly gave the most erotic moan ever and swayed into him.
Emboldened, he let his fingers slide over the top of her stocking to stroke the
soft skin of her thigh.
"Ah..." Molly parted her legs,
and his fingers brushed against the wet, warm entrance to her channel. She
clenched her muscles around him, and he slipped one finger inside. Molly sagged
and it seemed only his arms held her upright, as she nipped his neck, and began
to fiddle with his breeches. "Yes, I can not say no, it has to be
yes." She closed her eyes and sighed. The expelled air tickled his hairs,
and sent goose bumps skittering down his spine.
"Yes," he agreed with her and
thrust two more fingers into her channel to tease and scrape the soft skin. His
mind went cloudy. How on earth could he get them both naked without leaving
her? He couldn't. Invention would have to do.
Charles used his other hand to sweep her
skirt and petticoats around her waist and tucked them in on themselves. Molly
opened her eyes, and he stayed his hand. If she asked him to stop now it would
nigh on kill him. She didn't.
"If you carry on like this, my
lord, I will climax very soon. I wish to enjoy all of you, not just your hand,
if you please?" Her eyes were misty, her expression begged, and Charles'
cock quivered with anticipation. Molly lowered her gaze to where the material
of his breeches stretched to its limits and smiled. "So it seems, may you."
Charles laughed. "Oh, I
please." He scanned the room. "Will you be naked for me? Let me show
you how it could be even though I accept you think it won't?" Would she
realize just how he'd worded his request? Of course she did.
"Clever, my lord. It will be only
this once. But yes, if you will join me?"
"Then let's start." How trite
his words sounded, but Charles was under no illusion about how strung up they
both were. He wanted no premature ejaculation, even though he was sure he could
persuade her to change her mind afterward. He began to undo the tiny covered
buttons that stretched from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine.
"Lud, woman, these are killing me.
My cock is ready to snap in half. Who on earth designs a dress like this?"
"Madame Losange, and it is designed
to torture, tease, and tantalize. Even if we have no intention of using our
wiles on a man, we dress as if we do. A woman needs all the help she can
get."
Charles reached the last fastening and
slipped it from through the loop that held it in place. "You need no help,
love."
He drew the dress down her body, to bare
the elegant column of her spine inch by inch. Molly gasped and spun round to
face him. As her dress slithered off her body to pool in a heap of vibrant crimson
and gold around her ankles, she lifted her face to run a series of tiny teasing
nips across his cheeks.
"Now it's my turn." With
tantalizing slowness she began to undo his cravat.
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*****
So what do you think? Who is teaching
who?
Miss Simpkins' School: Molly is
available from
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http://www.amazon.co.uk/Miss-Simpkins-School-Molly-Seduction-ebook/dp/B00MJ5YKDW/
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If you'd like to know about the
other books in the series, you can check them, and all my other books out on
Raven Bio…
Well what can I say?
I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle
around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up
when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane.
I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only
looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the
bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the
yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to
be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get
pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
Happy reading,
Love R x
Molly asked me to say thank you for inviting her over. I add my thanks...
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