Double Celebrations with @RavenMcAllan #regency #newreleases @breathlesspress

Happy Saturday, folks. It's a Raven Saturday again, as she tells us about not one, but two of her new releases!

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The lovely Doris might be getting fed up of me, but she still smiled and let me pop in, cuddle my grandson, feed him jelly babies and chocolate, and leave him all sticky. And promised to put this on her blog.

I did bring her chocolate as well…

After all it's a double celebration day. I was just about to write this blog post, all about Dominated by the Earl, when I got an email.

By the way, Miss Simpkins School for Seduction books 1-5 are coming out as a boxed set on 28^th as well As Dominated by the Earl.

Wow that's definitely a Regency Friday for me.

I love writing about Regency times. Although maybe not quite conventionally. Dominated by the Earl and the Miss S books do as it seems most of my books do, have feisty heroines who make sure their men are not only worthy partners but stand up to the ladies. Shy simpering misses they aren't. In fact I don’t think I'd have the first idea what a shy simpering miss would do.

The men know fine well what's going on, but hey, they like a woman who is independent and capable.

The fun and games as they both achieve what they want was fantastic to write. I tell you I laugh and cry, and mutter and groan as I write. As I'm a pantster, I'm never sure what they're going to throw at me next.

However, I listen and write and these are the results.

Miss Simpkins' School for Seduction, where seduction is the game and success is the aim.

Who better to advise the young ladies of the ton than the ex-mistress of an earl? Not to mention, Molly has the backing of said earl and his wife. After all, those potential husbands need to be shown that their prim and proper wives can be more fun in the bedroom than any mistress could ever hope to be.

Molly's methods may be unorthodox, and would send the dowagers into fits of apoplexy if they knew what went on behind closed doors. That doesn't stop her from throwing the doors of her new school wide for the students who need her.

Meet Flora, Lydia, Miranda, Jane, and Charles as they introduce their partners to the sexual delights to be found in relationships that flout convention.

And yes, one book is called 'Molly'. Guess what happens to her?

Yes I'm teasing you, because there's no except. How could I give you one and ignore the other books? Someone would be sure to sulk, and I want them to be nice to me, so I can write some more.



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And

Dominated by the Earl

Leonora knew she'd wait for Justin to come home.

She hadn't expected it to be so long or so fraught.

When Justin joined his regiment, and was sent to the continent, Leonora promised to wait for him to return.

She didn't think it would take so long, or she'd have so many difficulties to face. Her life changes as she struggles to cope without Justin and keep his estate running.

With someone out to destroy all she holds dear, Leonora has to fight for her beliefs and her family, and hope they get the happy ever after they deserve.

(shh, don't tell Molly er al, but here's a tease from Nora and Justin's story)



"Upstairs." He put his hand to the small of her back and edged her upward. "First door on the left."

As she got to the top of the stairs her steps faltered. "Justin, what if..." Her voice petered out.

"It's too late for that, Nora." He pulled off his riding cape and dropped it over the balustrade. "No what ifs are allowed. The servants are away. Your father thinks we have gone on a farewell picnic, and mine is uncaring and in town." He chose not to mention her brother. "You've pushed me thus far, and therefore there's no backing out. When I rest on a pallet in some godforsaken billet with the reek of gunpowder and death round me, I'll think of you under me. Of my cock buried to the hilt inside your channel, and the sweet love mewls I feel sure you'll make. You will not renege." He pushed her inside the room. It took very little effort. She may plead uncertainty, but her actions belied that state of mind.

"Wait now." He undid the buttons on her cloak as he spoke. "I need to see if your bath has been made ready before the servants left."

"I have no intention of doing any such thing," Nora said. Indignation rang through her voice. "Reneging or waiting. Hell, I've waited so long, I may well be atrophied. I'll bathe after." She threw the cloak he had given her onto a chair where it teetered on the spindly back before slipping down on to the carpet. She didn't give it a second glance. "I want to be yours, Justin. To know what if feels like to have you inside me. To feel you swell and grow and spill over me." Color swept up her neck and over her face in such a way that Justin was enchanted. He was sure her breasts and belly would share that same delicate hue.

"Never let it be said I disappointed a lady." Justin ran his finger over one of her flushed cheeks, it was warm to his touch. "Take your gown off."

She looked at him as if he had two heads. In his present state of uncomfortable arousal, he would not have been surprised. His body was on fire and the only way he knew to dowse the flames was inside her. It was both torture and ecstasy to hold back and show her only a little of his desires.

"Won't you help me?" she asked in a soft voice. "Reach my ties for me?" She lifted her hair and bent her head to expose the elegant line of her neck, and the loosely tied ribbons that encircled it.

As Justin stared at her bowed head, her spine curved, and her arse rose in his direction. His cock threatened to stretch the knit of his pantaloons beyond all reasonable limits of such material. The pose she had adopted—unconsciously he assumed—pulled the flimsy material of her gown taut over the globes of her rear, and emphasized the tantalizing cleft that separated them.

"Lift your skirts, Nora, let me see what is coming to me."

She turned her head. Her expression was one of puzzlement. Good. Let me see how far I can push her in the best ways imaginable.

"My rear?"

He nodded, and her eyes widened. "But of course, my dear. To delve deep inside that secret passage, to feel my cock enclosed and held tight within will be one pinnacle of our time together."


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Happy Reading.

I'm sneaking away to drool over these heroes and have another grandson cuddle.

Love R x

A look at First Bite by Tamsin Baker #newrelease #regency #mmf @evernightpub

It's always a great day, when Tamsin Baker comes to visit. She's here today to tell us about her yummy new release First Bite.

Vampires? Regency? MMF? What's not to love, right?

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Blurb:

Can two possessive and passionate vampire's make a relationship work with the one human they are both destined to love?

Benedict’s boring existence as a London gentleman is called into question the night he meets Lina, the madame of a local brothel. Under her dominance he finds pleasure so sweet he is hungry for more, but he is not the only one with an appetite to fill.

Lina entices the beautiful Benedict into her dungeon only to discover that he is her blood mate. Fear fills her as she enters the unknown, yet the lure of perfect bliss is too much.

Antony, Lina’s long time friend and lover finds Lina and Benedict and cannot help joining in the sexual bliss. Disaster strikes for the tortured hero when he too learns he is Benedict’s blood mate. He must face a past that still devastates him and find a way to make their ménage work.

Excerpt:

Lina opened her door and gestured for them to enter. Benedict stepped through the opening first, his breath hitching as he descended all fifty-seven steps. He counted this time.

He began to undress, unwilling to look at what the other two were doing and letting the fear get the better of him. Despite knowing they would smell it on him, it wasn’t controllable.

Once he was completely naked, he faced them to find them still watching him. His body was shaking despite the heat of the room but he refused to run. Not that he’d get anywhere. Instead, he bit his lip and stood in front of them, his cock erect and ready for their attention.

Lina pointed to a wooden cross that stood in one corner of the room.

“Up on the cross, my pet. Antony, help him.”

Before he could move, the big male vampire picked Benedict up around the waist, his hands cool and smooth. Benedict had to stifle the groan that rose when the vampire deliberately rubbed against his aching erection while placing him on the cross, his back against the wood. The beautiful vampire smiled as he tied Benedict’s wrists and feet in fast, sure motions.

Benedict’s heart was galloping in his chest. He was tied once again, completely helpless. With Antony so close, he could appreciate the thickness of his lips, the smoothness of his skin. He ached for Antony to touch him again, to have the big vampire kiss him. But the fear of the unknown stopped him from saying his desire out loud.

Lina appeared in front of him, smiling with lust clear in her blue eyes.

“You want his mouth, my pet?”

How had she known exactly what he had been thinking?

He swallowed hard, still unable to admit to such a thing out loud. “Lina, you’re in charge down here.”

As soon as the words were out, he regretted them. Benedict heard how two men fucked and he couldn’t do that. She wouldn’t make him, would she?

“Strip, Antony.”

The big vampire was naked by the time Benedict finished blinking.

His huge, muscled body was incredible to see, the color of burnished copper and bulging with muscle. His cock was much bigger than Benedict’s, curving upward too.

Benedict gasped. He couldn’t handle something that big. What would he even do with it?

Lina chuckled and spoke directly into his ear.

“Do not fear, my lover, he will not hurt you. I promise.”

Benedict exhaled, relief swamping him. He should have known Lina would protect him. There was no need to fear.

His Lina picked up her crop and pointed at the male vampire with it.

“Suck on him until he comes, Antony.”

Benedict gasped loudly, pulling on his restraints. He couldn’t have that. His secret desires were not meant to be fulfilled.

“No, Lina. Don’t make him. I don’t want it.”

She smiled, the evil Domme returning.

“You wanted his mouth, my pet, now feel him.”

As Antony sunk to his knees, Benedict turned his head away, closing his eyes so he couldn’t see what was about to happen.

Buy Links:

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Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/first-bite-by-tamsin-baker/

Author Bio:

Tamsin Baker is an Aussie girl who just discovered erotic romance ten months ago. Before that, she would read sexy romance, skipping the plot and looking for the all the naughty bits. Since then, she has written erotic romance and erotica novels of varying length and has had thirty published (so far!). She absolutely loves reading and writing! She has two other jobs, including kids and a hubby too – but writing is a passion that she has to indulge for fear of insanity. M/M is a passion of hers so even when she writes ménage, there is always an M/M story. She particularly enjoys writing female dommes, but she loves experimenting in all genres. Tamsin is learning to write and read more one step at a time. Soon, she’ll have stories published in every sub-genre of erotic romance – well that’s her aim anyway!

Author Links:

www.erotictamsinbaker.blogspot.com.au

www.tamsinbakererotic.com

There's something about Print @RavenMcAllan #newreleases @breathlesspress #regency @Totally_Bound #bdsm #scotland

Hello peeps, hope you're having a great Saturday! The lovely and oh so productive Raven is back today to tell us why there is just something special about holding your actual book in your hands.

Take it away, Raven :-)

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Print…

Only 5 letters. One word. One teeny weeny word. I mean think how may other five letter important words there are, which shout at you in the same way?

Loves… oh yes…

Adore… definitely…

eBook… too true…

Hubby…yep…

Drool… Johnny Depp…

Mates… of course…

Heart…fluttering now…

And that's just for starters.

However, seeing print in an email makes me shake and shout Yee Haa. Especially when it says your book will be available in print on…

Because stupid though it seems, when you consider just how many eBooks I have out and how many are genre best sellers, there's still a special thrill to hold one in my sticky little mitts.

Not that they are sticky. No one but no one is going to sully those pristine shiny covers with stickiness. Ha, I'd insist on while kid gloves if I could. ;)

Okay, no not really, but you get the idea?

Even in this day and age, a lot of people don't think you’re a 'proper' author until you can show them your book on the bookshelf. Write your name inside and add with love. Then and only then will they say you're an author.

It's not that so much with me, although yes, I can now say with authority, when someone asks me, "ohh can I buy real books you've written?", "Of course you can, and not FFS everything I've written is a real book."

rant over

I would like to point out in italics lol  Not everyone is like that. In fact if truth be told, they are few and far between. However lots of people don't have eReaders, or prefer to hold a book in their hands. After all, I admit there's nothing like the smell of new paper and a shiny strokeable cover.

Some would say a print book is better to read in the bath. After all you can dry out the pages of a paperback a lot easier than drying out an eReader. Don't make it a hardback though. They're too heavy to hold with one hand. And if you're like me you've got a gin and tonic in the other.

And unless you invest in a see-through waterproof cover all and are prepared to have trouble turning the virtual pages thing, then a sandy beach isn't always the best place for electronics.

On the plane, on the bus, sneaking a read under the bedclothes, hiding the full on sexy couple on a cover…yeah give me a eBook. In fact eBooks are brilliant full stop.

But still, I love me a full to bursting bookshelf, especially when one of those shelves has my own books on it.

So, this week is a mega chair swivel jiggle paperback week, with two lovely shiny paperbacks out.

Diomhair Vol 1, which contains the first two Diomhair books, Secrets Shared and Secrets Discovered, and Miss Simpkins' School for Seduction Vol 1, which has the first five novellas of the Miss S Series. The stories of Flora, Lydia, Miranda, Jane and Molly.

One contemporary BDSM, set in a Scottish Castle, and one Regency set in a School for Seduction.

Diomhair, what happens there stays there.

It doesn't matter whether you want to learn or teach, be in control or controlled, Diomhair could be the place for you.

The ruined castle deep in the Scottish countryside had been rebuilt into an exclusive, private, BDSM club, where people could learn about and enjoy the lifestyle.

Not everyone approved, and not everyone appreciated it, but for those who did and fit the criteria, it was somewhere to go and be themselves, relax and play.

And if you found love there, your own perfect match, well that could only be a bonus.

For isn't the secret to true love the biggest secret of all?

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https://www.totallybound.com/diomhair-vol-1-print

Miss Simpkins' School for Seduction, where seduction's the game and success is the aim.

Who better to advise the young ladies of the ton than the ex-mistress of an earl? Not to mention, Molly has the backing of said earl and his wife. After all, those potential husbands need to be shown that their prim and proper wives can be more fun in the bedroom than any mistress could ever hope to be. 


Molly's methods may be unorthodox, and would send the dowagers into fits of apoplexy if they knew what went on behind closed doors. That doesn't stop her from throwing the doors of her new school wide for the students who need her. 


Meet Flora, Lydia, Miranda, Jane, and Charles as they introduce their partners to the sexual delights to be found in relationships that flout convention.

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And if you want to know more, I'd love to see you on www.ravenmcallan.com

Happy Reading, whatever your taste,

Love R x

Miss Molly comes to visit #newrelease @RavenMcAllan #regency @breathlesspress

It's always a great day when the lovely Raven visits, and today she is giving the stage over to her heroine Molly.

Enjoy!

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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/

If you'd like to know about the other books in the series, you can check them, and all my other books out on

www.ravenmcallan.net

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

A school with a difference @RavenMcAllan #giveaway #newrelease #regency @breathlesspress

Hello, lovely peeps. I have a special little regency treat for you today, guaranteed to make your weekend. I love all of Raven's work, but there is a special little place in my heart for her Regency work, and this series in partiular. So, I twisted her arm a little, bribed and cajoled, and here she is.

Take it away, Raven!

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When I mentioned to Doris that I was writing a new Miss Simpkins' School for Seduction story, she did a weird dance around the room, and promised me grandson cuddles if I got on with it so she could 'redit' it. (For those of you who are going eh? A wee explanation. I'm honorary Granny to her youngest, and we go through each other's M/s before we sub them, and red pen—type—them. hence redit… okay yeah, well it works for us.) snort

I didn't need the cuddle incentive, but I took it anyway. Who wouldn't? Sticky, lovely, hugs and kisses from my boy… Yum!

So I sent her the first wee bit.

She said she loved it.

Then she nagged. Believe me, in the nagging stakes, she's a winner. Not that I needed it mind you. I so enjoy writing this series, and ohh (insert swooning noises here) Luke De Freitas is hawt…

Doris agreed when I showed her his description.

Dark hair, dark eyes and a washboard stomach…

I mean… I could all but see him sitting into my study next to me as I typed, telling me what was about to happen in 'his' book. He had more than a few run ins with me and Molly, over his attitude shall we say…

Not that Jane agreed all the time either. She's not the shy retiring widow people think. But she does have a problem…

Here's the blurb…

Take one virginal widow, add Molly Simpkins School of Seduction and one obliging gentleman, and what do you get? Scandal avoided and a virgin no more?

Molly Simpkins' School for Seduction has helped many ladies of the ton to achieve their hearts desires, so helping Lady Jane Nicholby ought to be easy.

However this young widow's deep, dark secret means she can never remarry for fear of the scandal it would cause. Widows are not supposed to be virgins, after all.

Fortunately, Molly knows just the person to help her change this state of affairs. Persuading Luke De Freitas to fall in with her plans, however, will require all of her considerable skill.

A spot of blackmail should do the trick quite nicely…

Snigger

See? I had so much fun with these two. Well let's be honest, like I said I'm having so much fun with the whole series. Molly's story will be out next month, and then all five stories so far will be out in a paperback in August as well. Great stuff.

Any I reckon I'll give away a copy of Flora, Lydia, or Miranda to someone who comments and tells me what name they'd like me to use—male or female—in one of the next set of stories. (bear in mind it's Regency, so it needs to fit.)

And to get you into the fight frame of mind, here's a teaser…

(Luke is bored…and talking to his dog…)

He was almost in luck. Nursing a swollen jaw with a glass of brandy, which he decided was surely acceptable after the last few hours he’d had, Luke once more spoke to Bet. “Damned if it wasn’t worth this.” He gestured to his jaw. “I might have been taken for a fool, but not an incapacitated one. Rushton will be walking with a limp and a wince for a while now. How dare she?”

Bet snuffled.

“Yes, well, I could almost accept she’d taken another lover, but not in the house I paid for. Anyway it’s over and the house goes on the market tomorrow.”

He’d taken great pleasure in bundling a naked Lady Matcham, and an equally naked Rushton onto the pavement surrounded by her dresses and furbelows. She’d cried, Rushton had cursed, and Luke had laughed. That was when a wild swing by Rushton had resulted in Luke’s sore jaw and Rushton’s aching balls.

Luke experienced so much enjoyment at the sight of Alicia Matcham trying to cover herself from the prying eyes of three potboys and the Watch that he failed to retaliate. In truth, he decided seeing Rushton’s swaying bits and bobs shrivel in the unseasonably chill evening air was enough punishment for the man. The nicely timed kick Luke gave him was the icing on the cake.

He had to hope no news of the fracas got back to his father, or indeed any member of the ton. Luckily, the house he’d purchased for his mistress and himself to enjoy their liaison wasn’t in the most fashionable area of town, and the contretemps had occurred when the ton was thin on the ground. Those who were in the capital were already out at their evening activities. Luke was more than glad he hadn’t bowed to Alicia’s pressure and purchased a dwelling in a fashionable square. With luck, all that would be known was he no longer had a mistress. He made a note to let it be put about he didn’t want another one. It was time for something deeper and more meaningful. Heaven help it, maybe time for a wife? He shuddered. Please, god no. Not when the one person he could have married would probably never speak to him again.

The sound of the knocker reverberated through the house, and Luke frowned. Who on earth would be calling at—he checked the clock that ticked away on the mantle—just shy of eleven at night? Most people would be at a ball, or in bed, even if it weren’t their own. He heard the measured tread of Cuthberts, his major domo, cross the hall and felt a pang of contrition. It seemed wrong that Cuthberts had to come upstairs from his own quarters, when Luke had dismissed him for the night. However, it would be useless to say so. Cuthberts had very rigid ideas regarding propriety, and Luke answering the door came nowhere near them. It was no surprise, therefore, when a few moments later there was a discrete knock on the study door. Bet stirred and woofed as she got to her feet, all guard dog. Heavens knew she’d probably lick an intruder to death.

Cuthberts put his head around the door. “Your face looks worse now, my lord,” he said in his usually punctilious manner. “And there is a lady to see you. A Miss Simpkins.”

“Molly?” Good lord had the news of his evening reached her already? “Show her in.”

Cuthberts disappeared to return a few seconds later to usher a very elegant Molly in. She turned full circle as Cuthberts bowed and left the room, and finally brought her gaze back to Luke.

“And how is the other man? Dead?”

He laughed. “He’s fine. He just can’t walk without a wince and looks like he’s second cousin to a newly made eunuch. Enough that if he can sing he’ll make Marchesi jealous at any rate.”

“Hmm. You are an idiot, Luke. I’d heard you’d turned a new leaf and were bored of mischief.”

“I am,” Luke said in a protesting voice. “But what would you have me do, if I find my mistress sharing her favors with another in my house? Step back and say ‘oh please continue and enjoy my hospitality both of you’? I think not.”

“No,” Molly agreed with him. “Oh dear. So this is the result?” She gestured at his face. “To be honest, I had thought you ended the arrangement with Lady Matcham weeks ago. She seemed to intimate it was so.”

“That says it all,” Luke replied and grimaced as the throb in his jaw increased. “She just failed to tell me. I was cuckolded well and truly.”

“Then she is the fool not you,” Molly said. “That, I think, may well work in my favor. If your cock and balls are in full working order?”

Luke howled with laughter, and winced as pain shot through his prick and into the rest of his body. Shaking wasn’t the way to go. “I don’t know. I have had no chance to try them out. Are you offering to help me?” He raised one eyebrow cautiously. As it gave him no extra pain, he followed it with a wink.

Molly stared at him. “In a way.”

Luke knew fine his jaw dropped, because it hurt like hades. It was Molly’s turn to laugh.

“Not personally, but I do have a proposition for you.”

He sat up in his chair. “What sort of proposition? I distrust that look Molly. What are you up to?”

“Very little other than running my school, and standing godmama to the Addersley twins. However, I have a student, for want of a better word, who must lose her virginity, and learn all the little nuances of good sex. Therefore she needs an expert. I thought of you.”

Luke wondered just what Molly had eaten in her dinner. Surely no one served opiates as a side dish?

“Molly, I don’t deflower virgins.” Not even when I had the chance. “Never have, never will, unless—god forbid—I marry.”

“Oh, I think you might this time, and you’ll be glad you did, especially when, after you agree, I tell you who she is.”

“No.” He may be cutting off his nose to spite his face, and wonder just who Molly thought he would be eager to despoil, but he had ethics. Or did he? His nosiness got the better of him. “Who?”

“Not unless I have your word you’ll do it.”

“Hell, Molly, she could look like the back end of a farmer’s nag and have a voice like Maria Moorcroft. It would deflate my cock faster than you could say quim. If I could get it up in the first place.”

“After, and remember just what I know about you. Duels, smuggling.... Need I go on?”

“Threats and blackmail, Molly?” He rose to tower over her. Instead of being intimidated, she stood next to him and ran her finger over his reddened and swollen skin, scraping her nails just enough to make him wince.

“No threats or blackmail, Luke. Just good, honest promises. I’ll see myself out. Oh, and you have twenty four hours to tell me what arrangements you’ve made.”

She left the room. Luke watched the door close slowly behind her. Maybe his ethics were not as solid as he thought. He proceeded to empty the brandy bottle.

After one half hearted yelp, Bet hid under the table.

***

That's Luke's dilemma…

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I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.

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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.

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Raven is telling us all about a woman's station in Regency times....

My grandson is on my lap. Luckily he can't read yet…because Doris as ever decided not to let me get off easily with this blog post. I keep telling her, I have the drum kit in favorites on the musical instrument site on my mac…

We're talking about positions.  No, gah you lot. Not that sort of position. The position of a woman in a man's world in Regency times.

It was de rigeuer for a gentleman of the ton to sew his wild oats, in his youth, and maybe into his years as a young—and sometimes not so young—man. Some would dally with courtesans and the demi-monde, play cards and hopefully not loose his fortune. Fisticuffs, and betting on ridiculous outcomes were frequent; even though it was illegal duels could be fought. He lived a reckless life, or a dissolute one.

The when he finally took a wife, it was generally a young deb, fresh out of the schoolroom. One who would presumably be malleable, and not complain when he continued to keep a mistress, once they had the heir and the spare. She would perhaps take a cicisbeo after the said heir and spare, and their lives would be lead almost unattended by each other unless it was necessary.

Once she married a women to all intents and purposes ceased to exist as an individual. Her dowry became his, and she was totally depended on him. She was his chattel. And when he died, unless he made provision for her, she had to rely on the generosity of his descendants to keep her housed, clothed, fed, and out of the poor house. (In a manner of speaking.)

Of courser not all men were like this, and there were sober, prosy and earnest young gentlemen who settled down at an early age and spend exemplary (and boring) lives.

Sad though it seems, they wouldn't appeal to a young impressionable deb either.

(And not what you really want in a hot Regency story)      

I never have a heroine who subscribes to the meek and mild accept your lot precepts, or it seems is young and impressionable. Young maybe; impressionable? Evidently not.

Miranda is no exception. However she is unusual in other ways as well. Whereas other young ladies frequently have to accept that an older husband is their fate, and all they can do is hope he is clean, upright, kindly and not dissolute, Miranda thinks differently.

For one thing the man she yearns for and lusts after is an older man. Oh he's nowhere everything bad, but he has a side most women would run from. Miranda isn't most women, and she wants the chance to embrace that side. All she has to do is convince him.

How to do it? Call on Miss Simpkins.

Lessons learned at Miss Simpkins' School is just the education Miranda needs to learn how to seduce her reluctant Lord. Or is it?

Miranda may be a well brought up lady, but she has needs, and she is determined to go after whom she wants.

Enlisting the help of Miss Simpkins and her School for Seduction, she sets out to tempt Felix. Men can be so difficult sometimes, and not see what's right under their nose.

It falls to her to show him that age is just a number. She may be young, but she knows what she wants. And she is determined to get it.

Will Felix be able to resist temptation, or will he finally see sense and claim what's been his all along.

Little does Miranda know what Felix has in store for her.

Have a wee look…

Miranda is teasing Felix, and he calls her bluff…or does he?

It seemed Felix intended that she follow through to her pro- posed conclusion. Well, if this is to be my only time with him, why should I not do as I choose? If only he was clearer about what was acceptable and what was necessary. She had no idea what this deep darkness he hinted at was, but if it was going to bar their happiness, then Miranda was determined to feel him inside her before he made his ultimatum. Nothing she had heard about him seemed dark. Unusual, different, and perhaps extreme, but not darkness. More enticing, exciting, and arousing.

It seems he wants it to be difficult for me. To be unable to use my hands? Then so be it. And if I graze his cock with my teeth then it is no one’s fault but his own. The thought of running her mouth over his prick and tasting him brought a fresh trickle of juice down her thighs. She may only know the rudiments of what to do, and only by word of mouth, but Miranda knew if it was what Felix wished, she would be his eager pupil. She accepted the idea of that would take little to bring her to climax. Miranda was glad her dress hadn’t slipped far enough for the tell tale signs of how aroused she was to be on display. Her bravado only went so far, and to visibly show what she was experiencing might perhaps be one step too many.

She could feel Felix’s gaze on her as she grabbed the edge of her skirts with the tip of her fingers. They were the only part of her hands not surrounded by material. Eventually she managed to lift the material high enough to maneuver first one leg and then the other to the top of the mattress. Finally, she knelt back on her heels on the bed next to Felix. The expression on his face was enough to make the hairs on her arms stand on end. He looked, she decided, both aroused and pleased. A swift glance toward the bump in his pantaloons reassured Miranda that Felix was still very aroused. It reassured her that innocent as she was, she seemed to be attempting to seduce him in the right way. Her lessons were paying off.

Going on instinct—Molly hadn’t covered how to undress a man when your hands were fastened per se—Miranda shuffled across the coverlet until she knelt between his bound legs. A swift glance toward Felix made her breath hitch. There was something more than admiration in his expression. If she hadn’t thought it impossible, she would have said it was love, and it gave her hope. She dipped her head and took the knitted material at the top of his pantaloons into her mouth then pulled it upward. By accident she touched the top of his shaft with her chin, and his cock jumped against her skin. It was warm and smooth, and Miranda hurried to pull Felix’s pantaloons below it.

His groan made her freeze. With the waist of his clothing in her mouth, she lifted her head to look at him.

“Don’t stop,” Felix almost moaned. His voice was husky. “I might explode, though I hope I have enough self control to hold back, but if you stop now I will be bereft. Perhaps it would be easier for you if you let your dress fall completely away? And it would please me to see you naked.”

Both relieved and apprehensive, Miranda let the now damp material of his pantaloons gently drop from her mouth and rest across his tumescent cock. In truth, the cloth tasted most unpleasant and she was certain there must be a better way of removing his clothing.

Well of course there is, once I can use my hands. Nevertheless, she was proud of her innovative approach. Now all she had to do was be brave enough to show her all, and that included the evidence of her desire for him, which still coated her skin.

“How?” She sat up and wriggled her arms. The sleeves of her gown seemed incredibly uncooperative and stayed stubbornly around her wrists. “I fear I’m imprisoned by my clothing.”

Felix laughed. “Well, my dear, I’m in no position to help you.” He waggled his hands inside their bindings.

Miranda gritted her teeth. It was obvious Felix was gaining some amusement from her predicament. “It would serve you right if I walked away and left you to get out of your ties,” she said as she managed to gain some purchase on the material around her wrist and began to slide her hand through the tight opening. “Ah, that’s better.” One hand and arm were free of her dress. It was easy then to work the other one out of its confines. “Then what would you do?”

“Hmm.” Felix raised one eyebrow. “Do you really want to know...now?” He winked.

That simple gesture made her mouth dry. Why something so little could make her skin tingle she had no idea, but now Miranda knew she would do anything he asked. Please God; don’t let him ask me to leave. We have got to this point, I must know more.

“Perhaps not,” Miranda answered him hurriedly. “Instead, I will do as you asked me. She wriggled her dress lower until all the material gathered just above her quim.

“That wasn’t what I asked,” Felix said in a soft voice. “I believe my words were that it would please me to see you naked.”

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