Thursday, October 15, 2009

Sinful Wallingford

Well, remember I told you my webmistress was going to post site updates, and an excerpt for Sinful? Well, she's got busy with designs, and updates will be delayed. But a promise is a promise, so here's the new excerpt.

I had a devil of a time picking one, so in the end, I turned to the only other soul on the Earth who has read Sinful, my editor. She picked out the excerpt, knowing that you guys would adore Wallingford here. So.....without further adieu, here's Wallingford...

Here's the set up: Wallingford, being Wallingford has found himself in the seedy part of London, where it doesn't really go all that well for him. He's been battered and bruised and his head and eyes are bandaged. Our heroine, Jane, is his nurse......

“Water,” the angel’s voice whispered, chasing away the old memories. He felt his head being lifted and cradled in a supple arm as something pressed softly against his lips, which felt swollen and cracked, and he winced. Immediately his head began to throb in a relentless pulsation.

Disoriented, unable to see, he shook off the hold and clamped his mouth shut. Where was he? He struggled to get out the words, but they came out a growl that was incomprehensible.

“You’re safe. It’s only water.”

The voice was soft, lyrical, with a hint of sensuality to it. It was a woman’s voice, throaty and beckoning, yet held a measure of authority that forced him to sip at the water which was tepid.

She tried to get him to drink more, but he refused, and finally she released him back against the pillow which cradled his head. The scent of her rushed over him as she bent down, fluffing the pillow and pulling up the sheet high on his chest. Soap. He inhaled again, discovering the essence, tasting it. She smelt clean—pure. Not overpowering as so many women did, with their flowery oils and perfumes.
He liked the way this woman smelt. Simple, yet enticing.

When she was about to pull away, he clasped her wrist, holding her still against him. He heard her gasp, felt her pulse quicken beneath his thumb.
For a moment he welcomed the feel of her, the heat of her body so close to his, the scent of her. What a novelty, for he hated the feeling of being smothered by another.

“Sir, you will re-injure yourself.”

The voice, still soft and beckoning was laced with a huskiness that belied her words.

“Where am I?” he asked, while he licked his dry lips.

“London College Hospital,” she replied as she tried to extract herself from his hold.

“Who are you?” He gripped her tighter, pulling her down lower until he could smell the starch in her clothes, and the delicate scent of feminine sweat beneath the scent of her bathing soap.


The word exploded in his brain. Such a simple word. Such a plain name. Yet for all its simplicity and its single syllable, Matthew could not help but repeat it in his thoughts and marvel at how exotic and sensual her name could sound on his tongue.

“Jane,” he whispered her name, liking the resonance when murmured in his deep voice. He liked the sensuality of it said in a dark whisper of longing. Jaaaane….he drew out the syllable, allowing it to echo within the confines of his aching brain.

“Your name?”

He fought through the fog, trying to replay the events of the night, and instead he got lost in her voice once again, tripping along in his blindness, and mental fog, waiting to hear her speak to him.

“What is your name, sir? Can you not remember it?”

Licking his lips once more, he savoured the way her voice washed over his body like honey dripping from a spoon—slowly, in golden, hypnotising rivulets, unravelling in soothing waves.

Christ, what the devil had they given him to make him think such queer thoughts?
“Sir?” she asked, concern taking away a measure of the sensuality he had heard.
“Matthew,” he finally admitted. He heard her breath stop for the tiniest second. She knew. He was not simply a man, but an aristocrat. No aristocrat gave his Christian name—not when their identity revolved around a title. He didn’t know why he didn’t give her his title. The fog, he thought, that was the reason he was not thinking clearly. Perhaps, though, he wanted to be someone else—anyone else—here with this woman whose name alone aroused him.

“Matthew, will you release me? My back is hurting.”

It was the shock that freed her. He had not heard his Christian name in years. He’d been ten the last time anyone had uttered it. He had always only been Wallingford, or my lord. Never Matthew. The intimacy of it rocked him, aroused him until he felt his cock stir, filling with need. He had released her as though she were fire and he was singed.

“You’ve taken a very bad blow to your head. Do you remember anything at all about your attack?”

“I recall your voice,” he murmured. Intimacy swelled up once more between them, and he searched for her hand that lay in the wrinkles of the sheet. “You spoke to me.”

“Yes, when the doctor was helping you.”

“Come closer.” Desire made his voice thick, “you are much too far away.”
He felt the mattress dip slightly, heard the crinkle of fabric and petticoats as she arranged her skirts. He felt the weight of all that fabric as it pressed against his thigh.

“There now, is that better?”

“No.” He reached for her, pulling her by her wrist until he felt the edge of her bodice graze his chest. The warmth of her skin met his, and she gasped, steadying herself with her hand against his shoulder.

She was too close, his brained warned, but his body over-ruled logical thought, and wanted her closer, until her breasts were crushed against him, and his mouth was buried in her throat.

“Sir, release me.”

“Jane…” he released his hold and brought his hand up, connecting with what felt like a soft, plump cheek. She had ample time to retreat from him, but even with his blindness, he could see that she moved closer. “Jane,” he murmured again, not understanding this strange fascination with her name, or the sound of it coming from his mouth. She held still, although he heard her breathing change from slow and steady to shallow, unsteady rasps as he caressed her cheek, the tip of her nose, her full mouth that inflamed him.

He discovered her with his fingertips, painting her in his mind’s eye. Her cheeks were full, her face narrow and her nose little, the tip slightly pointed. Her skin was smooth, like warm butter, her lips full and pouting. He moved his hand upwards, to trace the contours of her eyelids, but she inched back, evading his touch, which exposed her throat, and the swell of her breasts. His hand fell away from her face and glided down her throat to the apex of her heart which beat furiously beneath the stiff fabric of her gown. Her breasts were high, full, soft, and the sound she made, part cry, part surrender had him stirring beneath the sheets.

“You…you’ve had an injury,” she stammered as he traced the contours of her breast over her gown, “you’re confused.”

Yes. He was confused. He wanted to touch her. To learn her, and her lush form. He wanted her to touch him despite the fact he hated to have his flesh stroked. He wanted to stay like this, with his hand roaming over her.

“Matthew,” she gasped, pulling away, “this is most unseemly.”

“Stay, Jane.” A beat of silence whispered between them.

“All right. But you must promise that you will sleep.”

“And what if I dream of you?” he asked, as he searched for her hand, and found her fingers trembling.

“You won’t,” she said in a quiet voice he knew he wasn’t supposed to hear. “Men don’t dream about women like me.”

He tried to reply—wanted—to say something, but the blow to his head, combined with the alcohol he had consumed swiftly robbed him of speech. He was asleep, struggling to return to Jane and her angel’s voice.

How long he slept, he could not say. He only awakened for brief moments when Jane would rouse him, and ask him his name. Carefully she would check the bandage that wrapped around his head and eyes. Gently she would cover him up, and whisper to him that it was all right to return to sleep.
And always he would reach for her, grasping at her wrist, tugging her down beside him until he could feel the outline of her thigh against his.

“Stay with me, Jane,” he mumbled hours later as he clasped her small hand to his chest.

“I cannot,” she replied quietly. “The dawn has arrived.”

“I despise the morning,” he murmured as he traced the satiny nails of her fingers with his fingertips. “I am a creature of darkness, whose element is night and shadows. I belong in the dark with the other sinful creatures.”
She caressed his cheek, and he did not flinch and shrink away in revulsion. Instead, he savoured that gentle touch, eating it up like a starving man given a few scraps of bread. Why had he admitted such a thing? Christ he was making himself vulnerable. Instantly he regretted saying those words, that secret truth. He never wanted to be weak, never wanted to show anyone that there was a chink in his armor. Yet there was something about this woman, this female he could not even see that invited his trust, that lured the demon within him.

He clutched her tight as she pulled away, trying to keep her with him. “I will return tonight, Matthew.”

“Then I will sleep until you do, and then, Jane, I will stay awake the night with you.”

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Winner of Winter's Desire and Website Updates

Hi gang!

It's Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada! The bird is in the oven, the weather is gorgeous and I'm excited to give away a copy of Winter's Desire, as well as to let you know about some updates.

Ok, so, the winner of Winter's Desire is.....


As picked by the ten year old kidlet. She's the official 'picker' for contests, and the 'hat' is a trusted old Dale Earnhardt hat.

Congratulations, Leontine! Email me at with your address. And to those that didn't win, stick around and come by the blog because I'm going to give away another copy of Winter's Desire, AND Highlander Christmas on the day that I announce the official, never before seen excerpt of Sinful!!! So, check back.

In the meantime, Sophie has website updates to tell you about. There's reviews for A Highlander Christmas up there, and as well, an alternate ending from Velvet Haven that didn't make it into the book, as well as a second excerpt. It's loooong and a bit steamy, and is available as a download. So, enjoy it!!!!!

Also, I've uploaded an Annwyn Glossary for you to have a glimpse of the world and some of the language...

So, Annwyn glossary is on the 'extra' page when you hit the link for 'Enter Annwyn', also you can reach the alternate ending from the page as well. For the excerpt, hit books, and you'll see Velvet Haven's cover. There's all the excerpts there for you.

I'm looking forward to what readers think from the excerpts. Picking excerpts can be so hard. You want to entice, but you don't want to give too much away!!! I really hope you enjoy it. And if you're waiting for Wallingford, he'll be making his appearance sometime in the coming week!

happy reading, guys!!!

Friday, October 9, 2009

Bright Star, Watery Eyes

I love words. The profoundness of them intrigues me. I like to use them to best effect, for language, as much as a touch or caress has the ability to strike fear, rage, pain, sadness, euphoria, arousal, happiness into our souls. We remember touch, or our first kiss, the memories may fade over time, but words...words never fade. They are tucked away in our memories, still as loud as when we first heard them.

I am not a poet. I prefer novels, always have. But in high school, I discovered two poets, whose ability to use words to convey so many emotions, thoughts and feelings drove me to read everything they had ever penned. I have a fascination with them, and am proud to say own two antique copies of their entire works. Those two poets were Byron and Keats.

I adore them both for different reasons. Keats, I love his passion, the vulnerability he conveys and his gorgeous, lush descriptions. I chose him for the poet that Lindsay and Anais read, mostly because of Keats impassioned, hopeless love for his neighbor, Fanny.

On page 197 in Addicted, Lindsay quotes part of a love letter written by John Keats to Fanny. I think it's one of the most beautiful things I've ever read.

"I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion-- I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more-- I could be martyred for my religion-- love is my religion. I could die for that. I could die for you."

Ugh, just so impassioned and if you knew his whole story, that he did indeed, die a young man, the words only become more profound.

And just the other day, I discovered this gorgeous movie about John and Fanny's love affair. The movie is called Bright Star, and let me tell you, if you can see it, you should. At the very least, watch the trailer. I needed Kleenex, just as a warning!

I posted this as well on my Charlotte site, hopeing to spread the news about this gorgeous movie!
Happy Friday, everyone. Let me know what you think of the movie, or trailer.
And, don't forget to enter to win a copy of Winter's Desire.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Who's feeling lucky?

I've got a copy of Winter's Desire here to give away. Just leave a comment to be entered. I'll pick the lucky winner on Saturday!

Good luck!!!!

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

I Found Him!!!!

Okay, so I'm feeling better because I'm trolling the internet looking for hot guys. Hubby, though is still in the recliner moaning and groaning! ;)

So, remember that I was hunting for an inspiring picture for the Fey Prince that will encompass the cardinal sin of 'Envy' for Charlotte's Sins and Virtue series?

Well, I found him...take a peek!

Okay, he's a little leaner then I imagine, but that look on his face!!!! It's utterly perfect for Envy who is VERY envious of his virtue who is being wooed by a gorgeous Seelie Fey. The Seelie are the good Fey, the Unseelie, the bad boys. And Envy is a baaaad boy who is hoping like heck that he can get his virtue, who is named Mercy to believe that bad is really, really good!!!!

So, this is how it's going to break down for the Sins and Virtues. Lust is the first book, Jan or Feb 2011, followed by Vanity. Envy will be third.

Oh, and in other news...just sent website updates to my webmistress for Sophie. Included in those, is a new excerpt for Velvet Haven, and a deleted/altnernate ending for the extra's section! I'll let you know when the updates are done.

Next week will be Charlotte's update, and hold on your to OFFICIAL Lord Wallingford excerpt. A proper one!!!!!

So, whatcha think, will this guy do it for you as the Unseelie Fey Prince Envy?

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

This is me....

Or rather the entire family. OMG, we've got a horrible flu. The aches....awful!
So, I've been hanging low, and will be for a few more days judging from how I feel this morning.

I'll be back posting and emailing in a few days.
Hope everyone else is staying healthy...this virus really kicks butt! Even the dogs are staying clear of us!!!!