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Bad Mouth presents Ezra + 3rd TRS Giveaway!
Oh, baby, I want to meet you! Wait, I have met you. Yes, I met Alex Skarsgard. In person. And spent half the day with him while he was on my ship to film Battleship. He was above and beyond my expectations, tall, lean, sexy, and down-to-earth. He treated me like an individual, not just some fan in a crowd. He asked about my family and talked about how hard it had to be to be away from them so much. I love that man!!! He made such an impression, I based a character loosely on Alex, and that character is Ezra.
Ezra has turned out to be a big fav among the readers of Bad Mouth. He’s a secondary character who will eventually have his own book, but for now he’s a very powerful Dominus adjuvant (vampire of the ruling caste with the ability to transform humans and procreate). So for those of you who haven’t met him yet, I’d like to introduce you to Ezra.
A rhythmic knock at the door startled her. When she glanced up, a handsome man grinned at her from the doorway. He looked Nordic with his shoulder-length, platinum-blond hair, extraordinary height, and broad shoulders. She half expected to see him pull out a giant hammer and call thunder and lightning from the heavens. A thin scar crossed from his right temple and through his eyebrow, stopping at the bridge of his nose.
“Well, well, well. You are beautiful.” Harsh—not the words, but his voice grating through his throat. Her eyes went there, but he wore a thin, muscle-hugging turtleneck. He’d followed her gaze and guessed at the question. “Terrible accident.”
He pulled up a chair in front of her desk and drew his collar down. A thick scar circled the base of his neck.
“Nearly lost my head,” he said.
She blinked a few times and realized she’d been staring slack-jawed at the man. “Uh, who are you?”
“Forgive my poor manners.” He reached forward to shake her hand. “My name is Ezra.”
Ezra. So this was Kade’s best friend, a Dominus as well. His eyes were a very light red and radiated more friendliness than a department store Santa. She’d encountered satisfied vampires, composed vampires, excited ones, wild partying ones, but a happy vampire? She’d never seen one with such a wide-open welcome in his smile.
“Have I caught you at a bad time?” He cocked his head.
“Oh, I’m sorry. No. I’m just surprised to see you here. You don’t look like an Ezra.”
He laughed. “I get that a lot. Long ago, I was adopted by a traveling missionary and renamed. Too young to remember what name I was born to.”
“Hopefully a good adoption,” she said. He gave her a solemn nod. When he remained silent, she cleared her throat. “Well, what brings you to the VLO?” She took a sip of her coffee that had grown cold while she’d napped.
“Personal business.” He winked. “My lordship tells me you gave him a heartbeat.”
She sputtered and choked on the bitter liquid, dissolving into a coughing fit. “Did he?” she asked when she could speak again.
“He did.” His smile disappeared, leaving his features as cold and hard as Kade’s when she’d first met him. “Ms. Craig, I know your reputation, and I know the history behind it. I can see you’re upset about that, but hear me out.” He waited for her acknowledgement.
“Go on,” she said.
“I’m asking you to think before you judge Kade.”
She absorbed his words carefully. Having never met him, she had no idea where he’d get the idea that she judged Kade. Though he wasn’t exactly wrong in that idea. “What did he tell you?”
“He tells me very little, but I know him well, and I’ve deduced that he cares for you.”
She did her best to ignore the warmth spreading in her chest. “It’s only been—”
He held up a gloved hand. “Please let me finish. He’s not what he appears, Ms. Craig. He’s a good man in spite of his atrocious speech. All I ask is that you dig a little before you decide anything about him.”
“What are you talking about? Dig for what?” An ominous sensation grew in the back of her mind. She had a feeling she wouldn’t like what he wanted her to find.
“I’m…limited with what I can tell you.” He sighed, his gaze rolling upward as if for inspiration. Then he gave her a very direct look. “The VLO receives copies of transformation applications?”
“Yes, we do.”
“And completed transformation records? The assignments?”
Where in the hell was he going with this? “Yes to both.”
He stood and made a short bow. “May you have a good day, Ms. Craig.” He strolled toward the door.
She couldn’t believe it. That was all he was leaving her with? “Wait!”
He stopped just shy of the exit, his grin back in place. More of a Cheshire grin this time.
“Is that it? What am I supposed to do with that?” she asked.
“Lim-i-ted, Ms. Craig.” He winked again. “I have faith that you’ll get it.” With that, he left her as speechless as when he’d come in.
Once again, thank you for reading. Please leave a comment for a chance to win my next prize, an autographed copy of The Seduction of Phaeton Black by Jillian Stone. Jillian’s in my RWA San Diego chapter, and she’s another lovely, lovely person. She’s extremely talented and I adore her writing. Any story she writes is unique and pure gold. Same as before, US residents only. If an international commenter wins, I’ll be happy to substitute a $10 Amazon GC. You can enter for any of these prizes. Just comment on the ones you’d like to be entered for, and as the note states on the home page, you have until noon EST tomorrow to get your entries in.
Thanks again for helping me spread the word that Bad Mouth is out and needs to be on your TBR! Find buy links, Goodreads link, and Authorgraph link right here.
Have you met any celebrities? Alex wasn’t my first. I was reenlisted in the Navy by David Keith, too, during the filming of Across Enemy Lines. If you haven’t, who’s the one celebrity you’d want to meet above all others? Have you read any characters who you pictured as a particular celebrity?
Yes, his tight, sexy buns are parked right on top of a launcher containing a live, multimillion dollar missile!
DIAMONDS AND SPURS-contemporary menage-MFM-ADULT EXCERPT
http://www.bookstrand.com/node/860133
ADULT EXCERPT
“You are so overdressed. I thought you said you wanted to take off your pants?”
“After you take off yours.”
Vince leaned back on his knees and tugged down Mandy’s bottoms. “I will in a sec.”
He dragged his backpack near and withdrew a condom from the side pocket.
“You planned to seduce me?”
“Shh. Hell, yes. As I said, I can’t get you out of my mind.”
That worked for her. She grinned. He moved to the side and the two them removed the rest of their clothes. She wished the light in the corner had been brighter, as his cock was shrouded in shadows.
Her wet nipples had puckered, and she wrapped her arms over her chest to keep warm. He pulled the sleeping bag over his shoulders, slid her arms to the side, and returned to the business of adoring her breasts. With one swipe of his tongue, goose bumps rippled up her arms. She shivered and he palmed her shoulder to warm her. With her free hand, she clasped his biceps and squeezed, loving the texture of his skin and the way the muscles moved even as he breathed.
Vince dropped his mouth to her belly, dragging the blanket over his head as he travelled. “So much of you I want to taste. So little time.”
She tucked the bag up to her chin. Seeing his back lift and drop the bag prevented her from knowing exactly what he was about to do. When his thumbs parted her lower lips and his tongue swiped her pussy, she moaned and immediately clamped a hand over her mouth.
“I heard that, young lady.”
The whole camp probably heard his comment. “Shh.”
He nabbed her clit, and her mind splintered. Perhaps it was the forbidden nature of the act, but every sense heightened. He licked and sucked. She lifted and bucked. She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms to keep from making a sound. No way could she remain still once he impaled her. Part of her wanted to urge him to give her his cock now, but the other half adored the way he incited a riot in her body. He plunged a finger in her wet opening, and her stomach tightened. She milked his finger.
He curled the meaty digit that was pressing on her most sensitive spot, and her back arched. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders and lifted her hips. Her head thrashed.
Vince crawled up her body and kissed her. “How would you like to ride me?”
Craig was Mr. Vanilla. Missionary style was his only option. “Music to my ears.” This way she could control the speed and drive him crazy. “I want to suck on your cock first,” she whispered.
This time, Vince groaned. “Be careful. It’ll be like riding a bull. You’ve got maybe seven seconds before I toss you off.”
That brought a giggle up her throat. They changed places, and she straddled him. He pulled the coverlet over her shoulders, and she slid backward until her hands and mouth were on him. He seemed thicker than Cam, but a smidge shorter. Both were massive, but from the amount of juices she was spewing, he’d fit nicely.
Although she was unable to see, his cock was an easy target. She cupped his sac and grabbed the base. She devoured him. He slipped his hands under the bag and cupped her shoulders.
“Darlin’.”
That one word said it all. He was on the edge and wanted her. Not wasting any time, she dove down on his cock and ran her tongue around in a circle. His grip tightened, and she sucked harder.
“Enough.” Vince lifted her shoulders. Foil ripped. With practiced precision, the condom found its mark before she could ask to do the honors. “Ride me, darlin’.”
“My pleasure.”
On her knees, she grabbed his cock. Instead of immediately taking him inside her, as her body was screaming for her to do, she pumped his cock a few times. Vince clamped a hand on her wrist. “You’re about to be thrown.”
She swallowed a giggle. “I’ll be good.” Or not.
She placed the head of his cock at her opening, but only lowered an inch. Her eyes popped open at his size. She’d misjudged him. He held her hips, but she wanted to be in control. With an even descent, she dropped down on him, stopping only to catch her breath. Every time she forged ahead an inch, she pulled up half the distance.
“You’re killing me, darlin’.”
Ashes of the Day ~ Excerpt Four And a Giveaway
One of the things I love best about this series is the way it allows me to travel back in time to see my characters when they were younger. In the case of some of the vamps–way, way younger. In Now Comes the Night and Ashes of the Day are the most modern in that we never go farther back than to the twins’ childhood.
In this scene, we see the twins at four years old. It’s in honor of this scene that I’m having a giveaway. Details can be found on my blog:
http://www.rhymeswithforeplay.blogspot.com/2013/05/ashes-of-day.html
And now for the excerpt:
July, 1975
“There, there, chiquita,” Damian murmured tenderly as he wiped the tears from Julie’s face with a soft cloth. The little girl sat on the counter next to the kitchen sink where Damian had put her while he washed the blood from her scraped knee. “It’s all right, little one. Dry your eyes. Does it still hurt very badly?”
Julie shook her head, but her lower lip continued to tremble and the occasional sob still wracked her slight frame. “N-no. Not too bad.”
“That’s my brave girl.” Damian saw no sense in driving home the point that the cause of her upset, the small cut she’d received while riding her bicycle, was already healed. He understood how she was feeling. He too found it difficult at times to recover his equilibrium once it had been sufficiently disturbed. His tendency to stay upset long after he ought to have recovered was something Conrad had never understood or properly appreciated.
“I told you we should have gone to the park,” Marc observed from his perch on one of the kitchen stools. “We almost never fall off when we ride our bikes there.”
Damian nodded. “Yes, Marc, you’re quite right.” The local park, with its smooth pavement and gently graded paths, was much easier for beginning cyclists to navigate than the uneven terrain and brick patio in their own backyard. On the other hand, there were usually other parents at the park, too many of whom might be inclined to notice cuts and scrapes that healed over too quickly. “But, as I’ve already explained to you, it gets dark very late during the summer months. It’s not practical for you two to spend much of your evenings at the park right now. Most boys and girls your age are already home in their beds and fast asleep.”
“Why can’t we go there during the day like the other children do?”
Because you’re not like the other children. Damian sighed. No. That was another point he need not mention. Marc was over-sensitive enough on the subject. “Because you’re already very lucky in that you get to stay up all night. I’m sure all those other children wish they could do the same.”
PG Excerpt from A French Affair
And, finally, my last post for the day has an excerpt from A French Affair (which you can buy here):
Excerpt:
Sydney Tyler jumped so hard that her fingers slammed down onto the laptop’s keyboard and she typed a bunch of gobbledegook.
Kashfkjsdhlfknsdlfvn sdlkch awoeduioh ahdwklc
Gasping, she clutched at her chest as her heart thumped rapidly and painfully. “What the fucking hell was that?” she said to the empty room.
Pushing her chair back from the desk, she stepped over to the window. Peering out into the brilliant sunshine, she saw something on the lawn that she had absolutely not been expecting. Workmen.
She groaned. So much for her peaceful writer’s retreat. She’d planned to get a good chunk of her novel down in the fortnight she was away, and now it looked as though her peace was going to be monumentally shattered by banging, drilling and God knows what else.
Sighing, she gave the windowsill a pathetic thump in her frustration. She might have been pissed off, but she was no vandal. And besides, she didn’t want those noisy buggers in her part of the building fixing things—having them next door was bad enough.
Sydney really could not believe her shitty luck. When she’d booked the cottage in the French village of Monthiers over the phone a couple of months ago, she’d dealt with a fellow Brit called Harry Bay, who she’d suspected was the owner. On arrival, though, a timid French woman had met her and let her into the luxurious barn conversion before handing over the keys and explaining a little bit about the local area. Apparently, in the mornings, someone came along the village streets, selling fresh bread and pastries.
There wasn’t much else to tell, it seemed, as the village had nothing except a church—almost opposite her accommodation—and a tavern. It was also lacking—she’d quickly discovered—a mobile signal. Not even a single bar illuminated her screen. Her phone was now no more than a watch, alarm clock and calendar. If there was an emergency, she was screwed. But on a much lighter note, it was one less distraction. She could just get on with what she was here to do, blissfully undisturbed.
The arrival of workmen was incredibly irritating. Her temporary landlord hadn’t mentioned there’d be anyone working next door. If he had, she wouldn’t have booked the place—the quiet and idyllic location were the whole reason for choosing this property, this area. Even though there was no way he could have known she was there to work, common courtesy would dictate that he told her. Perhaps he was just interested in taking her money and didn’t give a damn about whether she had a satisfactory stay or not. There was nothing to be done about it now, unfortunately. She’d paid for the fortnight, and she was buggered if she was going to cut and run, pissing that money down the drain. She’d just have to find a way around the disturbance, and console herself that she could leave a snarky write up on a review site when she got home.
Finding out the builders’ working hours would be a good start—she could attempt to write around them then. Or perhaps she could make use of the headphones she’d stuffed into her case, without ever thinking they’d get used. Some loud rock music would drown out the din from next door and hopefully allow her to work. It was worth a try. She hoped they were only doing a small job that would only take a couple of days, but deep down she knew they weren’t. They were renovating the whole place so it was as beautiful as the half she was in.
She was just about to go in search of the aforementioned headphones when one of the men pottering around on the lush back garden stepped away from the others. Standing in a shaft of sunlight, he pulled his arms high above his head and stretched, dragging up his t-shirt to reveal a lean stomach with a fine line of dark hair leading enticingly into the waistband of his jeans.
Oh yum, she thought, perhaps having builders next door wouldn’t be so bad after all. Especially if they all looked like him. She continued to watch as the man dropped his arms to his sides and watched the others. His dark hair was overlong and stuck out at crazy angles, as though he’d been running his fingers through it. She couldn’t see the colour of his eyes from this distance, but she could make out enough detail of his features to see that he was handsome. Gorgeous, actually. Close up he could be much less attractive, but from her upstairs window, the view was pretty fine.
Just then, he glanced across at her side of the long barn, which was divided into two holiday cottages. He caught sight of her standing there, and his face dropped. He looked back at the builders, then returned his gaze to her again. Pointing at the group of noisy men, he slapped his forehead with his other hand. Finally, he pointed at his chest, then up at her. He was indicating he wanted to come in. She paused, then nodded. Common sense told her she shouldn’t be letting a strange man into her temporary home, but then, there were several large, bulky men milling around, so if they were a dodgy sort, she and the locked door would have no chance against them, especially with no means of calling for assistance. She could scream, of course, but she doubted anyone would come. The walls of the building were extremely thick—though sadly, no match for banging and drilling—the nearest house was a little way down the road, and by day, the village was all but deserted. There was only one business that she knew of—the tavern—so the other inhabitants would have to go elsewhere to work. To nearby Chateau-Thierry, perhaps, or even further afield.
She’d just have to hope that the handsome man—probably the head honcho of their group—was also a decent one. Presumably they were a reputable company, as they’d been hired by the British owners, who were usually more wary of cowboy builders, and given the horror stories and dedicated TV programmes back home, it was understandable.
Before she got even halfway down the stairs, a knock came at the door. Okay, so he was polite enough to knock, that was good. She moved a little faster, careful not to trip in her flip flops and go hurtling downwards. Once she was safely on the ground floor, she twisted the key in the door and opened it.
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women’s Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
A Coming of Age Love Story of Betrayal, Suspense, and Renewal
Can any love Survive a treachery perfectly
fashioned to destroy it? one whose disguise is utterly flawless?
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Pocket Piece Cameo
By
R. Costelloe
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Blurb
What if the love you’ve dreamed of your whole young life is destroyed by another? And you don’t even realize it? Jill and Blake grow up in a small town. They attend the same church and public school, but are otherwise physical and personality opposites. Yet a quirk of fate and an act of kindness will draw them together through an improbably chain of events. Who would guess they would fall in love? Their love soars to stratospheric heights, only to be destroyed by a treachery that neither is even aware of. Now, thousands of miles apart, with every reason to hate each other, they each know they must heal, rebuild shattered dreams, and go on. And yet…they are ineluctably moved by forces they can’t define and do not understand. What is this restlessness they feel, even as love is pledged to another? Pocket Piece Cameo is a coming of age love story unlike any other. It tests the limits of what love can endure and what it can recover from.
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“…Pocket Piece Cameo is a very fine read. Rob Costelloe writes in a style like no other author I can think of. His first book Coinage of Commitment tugged at my heartstrings, and Pocket Piece Cameo had the same effect.” –Simon Barrett, Reviewer, Bloggernews.net
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“I followed the story of Jill and Blake with awe. Robert Costelloe writes the classic love story of young love, where boy meets girl, and the trials they survive….The writer makes the love leap off the page and grab hold of the reader and shows them what real love can endure.” –Delane, Reviewer, Coffee Time Romance & More (a five cup review!)
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“Pocket Piece Cameo” puts Rob Costelloe on the list for true romance authors. I couldn’t put this beautiful piece of fiction down. From cover to cover you will be drawn into the lives of the characters, and as they grow, see the progression of love.” –Danelle Drake, Reviewer, Reader Views
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Available at Amazon.com
Link to Excerpt
Link to Website
Link to Rob’s Blog
A French Affair Out Now!
Okay, I’ll stop rambling about Coming Together With Curves now and let you know about my other new release, A French Affair. It’s an erotic romance novella from Xcite Books. It’s based in Northern France and the characters have a jaunt to Paris, too, as I just couldn’t resist writing about my favourite city 
Here’s the blurb:
Sydney Tyler is renting a barn conversion in Northern France, planning to spend the fortnight getting some words down on her novel. Unfortunately, construction work in the other half of the building puts an end to her peace and quiet. Genuinely upset that the builders are going to disturb her, the property’s handsome English owner, Harry Bay, offers to make it up to her. He’s a little flirtatious, and after spotting his wedding ring, Sydney keeps him at arm’s length. Sexy as he is, she has no intention of getting involved with a married man. But when Sydney learns the truth about Harry, will their mutual attraction spur them on to work through their emotional baggage and make this more than just a French affair?
Want a copy? Go here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-french-affair/
You can also add this book to your Goodreads shelves: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17931205-a-french-affair
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women’s Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
Ashes of the Day ~ Excerpt Three
I love this scene. I wrote it way back when I was working on Old Sins, Long Shadows. It didn’t really work there and when I split book three into books three and four, it didn’t fit in Now Comes the Night, either. So, as I said, it’s been a long time coming. But I love this view of Conrad and Co. en famille, so to speak.
Excerpt:
The tension in the salon was so thick Conrad doubted it could ever be cut by a knife. It would take a sword to get the job done or, better yet, a finely honed axe. He sat in his usual armchair, attempting to read and making absolutely no headway. Again and again, his attention was snagged by the room’s other occupants.
Georgia, reclining gracefully in a chaise opposite him, appeared engrossed in a fashion magazine. Her relaxed, indolent pose and focused expression didn’t fool Conrad for an instant. She was hiding something. He could read the surge of her blood, could sense her alertness. She was no more engaged in her reading than he was. Although she didn’t so much as glance in Damian’s direction, Conrad had no doubt she was aware of his every move. As was he.
Damian had been sulking for several days now. Oh, he was subtle about it, too. His bland expression was nearly as flawless as Georgia’s. Seated at his desk on the far side of the room, he appeared contentedly busy with paperwork. Perhaps he was going over the household accounts, or finalizing plans for his upcoming party. Maybe he was making notes pertaining to the remodeling of their new rooms. Conrad had no idea what he was up to. Given the dagger-like glances Damian periodically shot in his direction when he thought no one was looking, he had no inclination to ask.
Asking either of his companions what was bothering them was simply begging for trouble. With any luck, they would both work things out on their own without any input from him.
Looking for a Story of Love at a Higher Level?
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Coinage of Commitment
By
R. Costelloe
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Each craved a love higher than others will settle for. Can they find it in each other?
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Blurb
Wayne and Nancy grow up on opposite sides of the country, each certain they must have love better than what others will settle for. Something stronger, something richer, something worth searching for. During the turbulent nineteen-sixties, they meet while he is attending blue-collar Drexel, and she is at neighboring, Ivy League Penn. Although irresistibly drawn to each other, they must overcome obstacles posed by the class and social differences separating them, as well as opposition from both families, and later, a twist of fate that will be the cruelest test of all. Can they reach the emotional heights they seek? Can they overcome time’s downward pulling inertia? Coinage of Commitment is dedicated to all who ever paused and wondered about the altitude love might soar to.
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“Rob Costelloe has created a very thought provoking book that plays on many levels….The standard of the writing is of the highest quality. He states in his biography that he has been writing since he was 8 years old, and that does not surprise me, he is a skilled and splendid wordsmith….The ending of the story comes with a very strange twist in the tale, and one that will surprise the reader.” –Simon Barrett, Reviewer, Bloggernews.net
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“This is not about a light empty headed romance full of fluff but a real down to earth, soul seeking love story that could be compared to some of the great works of literature. Stories like this are few and far between…” –Terry Studer, Reviewer, Front Street Reviews. com
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Available at Amazon
Link to Excerpt
Link to website
Link to Rob’s Blog
The English Lily
Blurb:
Lady Kendra Frazier is devastated. The love of her life just married another, and now all she desires is to be as far away as possible. Viscount Lawrie, Joseph Pinetti Gray, is facing financial ruin and needs a wealthy heiress. Luckily for him, Kendra’s impetuous nature has handed him the fortuity he requires to save his family’s downfall. But Joseph’s carefully cultivated plans come to a grinding halt when he finds himself falling in love for what should have only been a marriage of convenience. And how can an old cursed doll help?
Excerpt:
He rushed over. “Thank God,” he whispered. He crouched down next to her. “Thank God,” he said again, touching his forehead to hers.
“Joseph? Lord Lawrie?” Her voice cracked. Her white glove was no longer white. He wished he could have protected her from that.
Leaning back, he peeled the stained fabric away.
Her hand clenched. “My hands—”
He brushed his lips over the tiny scars. “Your hand is perfect,” he said. “We’ll have to marry, you know.”
“Married. I’ve dreamed of marrying,” she whispered, smiling. Her eyes were dry, but in them he read the shock and fear.
Something tight squeezed Joseph’s chest, he found he could hardly breathe. Death hovered over them. While he might fail in creating bliss for Kendra’s last moments on this earth, he could offer her the whimsical fairytale.
Joseph dropped her hand and cupped her head with both hands. “Lady Kendra Frazier, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife, mademoiselle, s’il vous plait?”
With a stately incline of her head, she replied with a trembling smile. “I shall be honored, Viscount Lawrie, Chevalier Joseph Pinetti Gray. Lord Hardwick’s Marriage Act was enforced in Scotland, in fifty-four, so we’ve no need to post the banns.” A small hysterical laugh erupted. “Shall we escape to Gretna Green, my lord?”
Her spirit touched him as nothing else could. Even in the throes of shock and danger, she managed to recall his full proper name and title. He pulled her to him as heavy steps echoed on the wooden planks just beyond the door. But for a moment he could pretend they would live a long and fruitful life together. “Oui, Gretna Green suits my purposes, perfectly, love,” he whispered against her lips, before crushing them beneath his own.
The door crashed back.
Win a Copy of Coming Together With Curves
I just remembered that with all my rambling about this fantastic charity anthology that I forgot to mention you can also win a copy. There’s currently a giveaway over at Goodreads, running until the 11th June, so head over there pronto and enter:
http://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/52971-coming-together-with-curves
Of course, it’d be even better if you bought it, since it’s for charity and all, but hey, who doesn’t like free stuff? I know I do 
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women’s Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
