Welcome blog hoppers! I’m excited to be a part of the Naughty No-No’s! (hehe)
The only naughty thing I have to contribute is my books.
Otherwise, there is nothing naughty about me whatsoever.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
So my contribution to the naughty fun is an excerpt from my latest release, HOLDING COURT. I hope you enjoy! And if you do, keep reading after the excerpt for your chance to win a copy of both Holding Court and Snowed Under!
She flung the blankets back and sat up—he was here. He stood just inside the door, big and broad, with his hat in his hands. In the dark, she couldn’t see his face, but she could feel his eyes on her. She stared for a moment, so glad he was finally really there, with her. Then, she launched herself out of bed and across the room.
He met her halfway and she leapt into his arms, her arms around his neck as he bent to take her lips. Clara drank in his kiss, parched for the taste of him after all the time they’d been apart. His mouth was rough on hers, the stubble of his beard scraped her face and all the while his arms, like two solid bands of steel, crushed her closer to him. His woolly coat was covered with snow and Clara shivered as it melted into her robe. Court broke the kiss and brought his hand up to her face. He looked down at her, stroking his thumb slowly over her cheekbone.
“Clara,” he said, his voice husky and low. Then he kissed her again, more slowly, cupping the back of her head with one hand, while sliding the other down the silky rope to pull her closer. Abruptly, he stopped and pulled back. He frowned at her. “What are you wearing?”
Clara put on what she hoped was an innocent look. “The dressing gown you gave me.” She looked down at herself. The silk was damp, darkened in big patches where the melted snow had soaked through to her skin. She shivered again, aware that her nipples showed through the thin fabric.
“Did you read my letter?” His voice sounded loud in the silence of the room.
“Yes.” Clara let her voice falter, as though she’d forgotten the instructions.
“Then you’ll have to be punished.”
Clara shivered again, this time nothing to do with the cold, as a thrill of anticipation went through her. She thought she saw a glimpse of white teeth as he smiled, but it was gone in an instant, his face serious and shadowed once again.
“Take it off,” he said. “I rode all this way, and I’m cold and tired and I didn’t come to see you all covered up.”
Clara fumbled with the knot, and took a deep breath to steady her hands. The belt untied, she let the slippery fabric slide off her shoulders and down to the floor. She heard his intake of breath, but he didn’t say anything for a moment, and she waited, her breath coming short as he looked at her.
When he finally did speak, his voice was raspy. “You should always be naked.”
“So should you.” Clara moved towards him, but he held up a hand to stop her.
“I’ve had a long cold ride, and the first thing I need is a hot bath.” Court took the few steps to sink into the wooden, high backed chair. “Would you mind?”
Clara set herself to the task of heating water and refilling the large copper tub, all the time aware that he was watching her, his eyes following her back and forth as she worked. She felt her face heat as she thought about how she was on display—every curve—then she thought about him touching those curves and other portions of her anatomy heated as well.
Finally, the tub was full, the steam from the surface filling the dimly lit room. Clara went and stood before him, wishing he’d touch her. Court stood, so close to her that Clara could feel the soft wool of his coat against her breasts.
Want to keep reading? No problem! Just leave me a comment letting me know why you want to win (along with your email address) and I’ll send one lucky reader an epub of both Holding Court and Snowed Under. I guarantee they’ll keep you warm on a cool fall evening!
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