Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Sinful Sirens Blog Stop


Welcome to the Sinful Sirens blog hop.

It's a beautiful spring morning in Utah. And I'm so glad you decided to stop by and spend a moment with me. I'd like to tell you about my new book An Improper Wife with my Sinful Siren Caroline


A proper young lady should never attend a Masque...Aphrodite is no lady.

Betrothal to the callous Lord Blackhall painted a future devoid of love. Upon his death, Lady Caroline Wilmont is promised to the younger brother. Caroline refuses to allow her first taste of desire to be at the hands of a man who would rather have any woman but her. This, her last night of freedom, is to be a memory of lust that she can take with her throughout her loveless marriage. As Aphrodite, Caroline attends a masque determined to find a man to initiate her into the intimacies of erotic love.

Taran Robertson, Viscount of Blackhall, makes no secret that he despises his obligation to marry the Sassenach heiress chosen for him by his father. As a last foray before his wedding, he attends a masque. However, the spirited vixen he meets and seduces has secrets...secrets that just may reveal he’s to have an improper wife.


Excerpt From: An Improper Wife

Newcastle, England, December 1798

Despite the crush of people that pressed into the intimate corner of the crowded ballroom, the din faded into the background when Lady Caroline Wilmont allowed the hooded blue domino to draw his cape close around them. She leant against the stone pillar and he rested a muscular arm above her head.

His costume wasn’t original-few at such masques were—but the piercing blue eyes staring back at her from behind the mask offered the hope she could forget the prison that awaited her tomorrow.

Guilt niggled. If her presence at the soiree was discovered...she commanded her nerves into submission. Responsibility be damned. She would leave before the assigned hour of two a.m. when the masks were to be removed. No one would know the future Viscountess of Blackhall had attended a masque. Tonight, she was simply one of the many masked women bent on seduction-and being seduced.

Caroline ducked her head, allowing the locks of her long blonde wig to fall to the sides of her face. A crescendo of violins rose from the orchestra. The beat of her heart matched the trilling vibrato. She turned her face just enough to be able to study her admirer through her lashes. His gaze boldly met hers, then dropped to the draped bodice of her Aphrodite costume. Warmth spread through her limbs and brought a flush to her cheeks.

The rich purple of the long sash around her neck contrasted with the stark white of the plunging d├ęcolletage designed to accentuate full breasts, bared to a hint of nipple pink. Her pulse skipped a beat. If she leant forward a hair’s breadth...

The crowd pressed closer, up the two steps that separated them from the dance floor. The masked gentleman’s leg brushed her thigh, revealed by the slit in the costume’s long skirt. She could scarcely believe her luck. A second move, and one so bold this early in the evening. The hour was just before midnight and the more prominent guests had yet to appear. If she had captured his imagination to the extent he would forsake other possibilities, this last night of freedom might cost less than the allotted two hours.

"Your beauty makes me forget my manners," the domino murmured.

She gave a low laugh. "I daresay your manners are impeccable-outside of this room."

His gaze locked onto her mouth. "Do you prefer impeccable manners?"

She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. His eyes darkened, and her heart skittered as he leant into her. Caroline slid around the pillar towards the wall, intending to draw him into a more intimate semblance of privacy. Her hip collided with rounded buttocks. She twisted to the right. A masked joker grinned at her over the head of the lady she had bumped into. He reached out with the hand that was wrapped around the woman’s waist and nipped at the skin just below Caroline’s breast.

She turned back around and got a mouthful of her domino’s hard chest. She snapped her head up, and blue eyes stared down at her in a blaze of desire. She froze as his mouth descended. Soft as velvet, his lips slid languidly over hers. He flicked his tongue against her lips and she breathed in the heavy aroma of cigars, and recognised the pungent taste of brandy. Her uncle smelt of brandy and cigars.

Uncle? She tensed, eyes locked on the domino’s shadowed features. His seductive kiss played on her lips. An unpleasant tremor fluttered in her stomach. Damn her uncle. She closed her eyes tight and focused on the warmth of the domino’s lips. A low groan rumbled from him. Strong, solid arms banded around her and pulled her closer. Caroline concentrated on the feel of her breasts flattened against the hard muscles of his chest. Why didn’t her heart pound, her breath catch, her body yearn for his touch?

Fear surfaced. No. She refused to believe what her betrothed, John, had said only two months before his death. Despite the fact he had come from yet another night of drinking, gaming, and carousing, the accusation that she was a passionless husk had cut deep. The cloying scent of perfume and tobacco that clung to him had reminded her that he felt no regret about going from one woman’s bed to another. But doubt lingered.

She forced back the memory. It wasn’t lack of desire that kept her from enjoying the domino, but the dread of discovery. Once they were alone, she would discover the ecstasy of his lust. Her heart beat faster with the memory of overhearing John speak of how a woman had driven him mad by sucking and licking his cock. She planned to drive this man wild and discover the part of her that ached for a man’s touch.

The domino deepened the kiss and Caroline envisioned him braced over her, hands on her bared breasts, his hard length rubbing against her pussy. Darker features and black hair unexpectedly replaced the fair-haired domino in her mind. A flicker of pleasure tightened her nipples and the desire streaked to the heated petals of her pussy.

Caroline clutched the domino’s shirt. His grip tightened as his tongue curled around hers, tasting, stroking. She slipped her hands between their bodies and pressed against his sternum. The firm, contoured muscles of his chest quivered beneath her fingertips. She liked this, would gladly take him, and yet, she had expected something more.

He drew back and trailed fingers over the thin material of her costume, grazing the edge of her breast. From the corner of her eye, Caroline caught sight of lush, blonde hair piled atop the head of a woman wearing a Marie Antoinette costume. She froze. Only one woman between Newcastle and London had such luscious hair that she needed no wig to play Marie Antoinette. Lady Margaret.

What was Margaret doing here? Earlier that afternoon, when her mama had asked her if she planned to attend the ball, she had claimed to have a headache. She’d told Caroline privately that she found the ton even more tiresome in Newcastle than she did in London. Caroline would never have dared attend the masque in London, where she was sure to be recognised. But her uncle had insisted at nearly the last minute that they oblige her future father-in-law and hold the wedding in the chapel on his estate. So here in Newcastle, she had little fear of getting caught at the party. Her heart sank. Now Margaret had destroyed her last chance for seduction. There was nothing left but to flee.

The blue domino leant forward and whispered in her ear, "Aphrodite."

His breath, warm and eager, brushed the tiny hairs on her skin. A shiver raced along her spine and made her scalp tingle. Yes. This she craved. Damn. Too late, all too late.

The domino withdrew enough to be able to look upon her face. "Perhaps we should find somewhere more private?"

If he had suggested that but five minutes ago! She would throttle Margaret. Caroline lifted a corner of her mouth in a half-smile. "Pray, sir, fetch me a punch. This room is a veritable sweatbox." She ran fingers over the swell of her breasts, wiping a trail in the sheen of perspiration beaded across her skin.

His gaze followed the action, eyes darkening before he returned his gaze to her face and gave a slight bow. "At your service."

Leave a comment and tell me anything, a sinful secret, a sinfully delicious dessert, or any other sinful thing that comes to mind. A random winner from the comments can choose any title from my backlist.

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35 comments:

Michelle V said...

An Improper Wife sounds fabulous! It's going on my wish list for sure! Wow, I wish I had something sinfully wicked to share, but my life is so pathetically boring. And I can't cook worth a dern, so no recipes either. LOL. The only sinful thing I have going for me is the great books I read! :)

Michelle V
romanceinreview(at)gmail(dot)com

Tamara Hoffa said...

sinful dessert, Chocolate grand marnier
cake with chocolate ganche!

Nona Raines said...

A sinful secret, huh? Well, here's mine: I like to eat the creme from between the sandwich cookies and throw the cookie part away. Hee hee. This is just between us, right?

Kellie Kamryn said...

Great excerpt! All the best with the book :)
kjkamryn@gmail.com

Hillary said...

I'd say a guilty pleasure is sinful, right? My guilty pleasure is my love for menage stories...yum

Thanks for the chance to win!

Hillary
hillacurr@gmail.com

Rissa said...

Thanks for the chance to win! I just had the most amazingly sinful reese's peanut butter pie on Mother's day...mmmm, it was heaven!

raynman1979@yahoo.com

Rissa said...

Thanks for the chance to win :)
I just had the most sinfully delicious peanut butter pie on Mother's Day..mmm...heaven!!

raynman1979@yahoo.com

Yvette said...

Simplest sinful dessert...whipped cream!
Yvette
yratpatrol@aol.com

heather said...

This is pretty sinful but the only thing I could thing of: when my friends and I were at a bar and would run out of money we would drag a chair to the middle of the dance floor and give each other a lap dance. Of course everybody would stick dollar bills in our clothes so we could drink again but also it was a great reason for some hot guys to come talk to us ;)
Improper Wife sounds great, KyAnn!
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Sophia Rose said...

Something sinful- hmmm! I love sinfully dark, bitter chocolate. I love sinfully steamy romances. I love sinfully sensual music.

Thanks for participating in the hop and for the giveaway opportunity.

Loved the Ice Man book btw! And thanks for sharing the excerpt on this new one. It looks like it would meet my criteria for book reading.

Sophia
sophiarose1816@gmail.com

kel_p said...

I'm not sure how sinful it is but i would definitely like to be in some of the menage books i've been enjoying lately - college (a girl put in a room of 4 boys), maybe a threesome with a couple of cowboys - there are too many variations on what kind of fun i'd like to get in to :)
Thanks for opening this internationally, Kel xx

lillie.rose.owen.jesse@gmail.com

Anonymous said...

I don't think of erotica (or dessert, for that matter) as sinful. If it brings you joy and doesn't cause anyone harm, go for it!

vitajex(at)aol(dot)com

Anonymous said...

I don't think of erotica OR dessert as sinful. If it brings someone joy without harm, why is it a sin? :-)

vitajex(at)aol(dot)com

Cathy M said...

My daughter in law made those individual microwave chocolate cakes with a splash of Kahlua for Mother's Day and they were fabulous.

caity_mack at yahoo dot com

Nay Nay said...

Woohoo! Blog Hopping!
What a great way to discover new blogs and visit with old friends. Everybody wins this way!
My favorite sinful siren is Jessica (Jessie Ann) Ward from Shelly Laurenston's "The Beast In Him" If you have not read any of Shelly Laurenston's books, you should read this one.
Thanks for being part of the hop and for the chance to win! <^_^>
reneebennett35(at)yahoo(dot)com

Susan W. said...

I just made a Bacon Brownie Cheesecake Bars. Sounds strange but oh so good! Rich, chewy, with a slight smokiness from the bacon. YUM! Thanks for the giveaway!
suz2(at)cox(dot)net

Sue Sattler said...

A sinful dessert that I could eat everyday is my banana split cake. It's so gooey and good.

proudarmymom32 @ yahoo . com

Julianne said...

A sinful secret, huh? Well I've always wanted to have a menage with 2 men. *sigh* But you can't tell anyone. I loved your book All Lycan's Eve, have you considered a follow-up book?
Thanks for a chance to win.
luvfuzzzeeefaces at yahoo dot com

Laurie said...

Thanks for being part of this hop! All your covers are making me need a cold shower!
lfacchini(at)tampabay(dot)rr(dot)com

June M. said...

The only sin I can really think of that I have committed lately would be lust for the hot heroes of the books I read. Unless you count getting angry at stupid people a sin. LOL
June
manning_j2004 at yahoo dot com

Little Star said...

I have lead my husband for years to believe I was a lot more innocent than I truly was... now, after 10 years I slip up when something is said and I have knowledge of it (oh, it was on Dr Phil isn't working all the time) & I also am very close friends with someone I was once engaged to that my husband knows only as a friend of mine. Sometimes what they don't know won't hurt them.

scarlettkitty at hotmail dot com

tweetyscute said...

I am looking forward to reading someone elses sinful secrets. :)

JoAnna said...

Sinful desert for me is creme brulee. Love it!

Thanks for the giveaway!

beckerjo at verizon dot net

burbanette said...

Love my erotic paranormal romances!
burbanette@yahoo.com

burbanette said...

Love erotic paranormal romances!
burbanette@yahoo.com

LorettaLynn//Temprance said...

Something sinful..hmmm Well i find after i started reading spicy books, that now i cant help but read more. What else, i love to lick ice cream off my husbands chest ;)
is that sinful anuff...lol
Thank you for the great giveaway:)
elliott2668(at)yahoo(dot)com

debi01760 said...

Loved it..*fans herself*...uhmmm champagne and chocolate covered strawberries, body mouse and a jaccuzi...yep that's about it LOL

Debi Anne

debi01760@hotmail.com

Foretta said...

Thanks for the giveaway!
I love to read about sexy hot alpha males, especially when there are two LOL
forettarose(at)yahoo(dot)com

Barbara said...

Anything sinful, huh? I shared this summer time drink recipe in an earlier entry. We call it an 'apple slusie'.


In a blender:
Ice
Disaronno Italian Liqueur
Unsweetened apple juice

Pulse together (adjust to taste)...pour into sugar rimmed glasses. Yummy!

barbbattaglia @ yahoo.com

Filia Oktarina said...

Love the excerpt. It make me want read more!! Thanks for sharing:)
filiafantasy at gmail dot com

Adria said...

I cannot believe I am revealing this but when I'm reading a particularly steamy romance, I start making comments out loud. Not good if you're in a clinic and people hear you say "Yeah baby!" or "Whoa that's hot!"

Anne R said...

I think anything chocolately is sinfully good. Great giveaway, Thanks!

Escapism Fanatic said...

I'm a cake monster. LEave a cke in front of me and it would be gone the next time you enter the room.

The blurb sounds interesting.

visit me at
www.escapismfromreality.blogspot.com

Tina B said...

Thank you for that delicious excerpt! I already have this one on my TBR. :)
Congrats on your newest release!
Thank you also for the chance to read one of your stories.
trb0917 at gmail.com

Tina B said...

Wow, I completely forgot to tell you something sinful. :)
Hmm...I love to read Erotica and it helps make my hubby happy too! ;)
trb0917 at gmail.com