Articles for this day of July 25, 2014

Spotlight on Raven McAllan

And our second Breathless Press author of today is Raven McAllan. Welcome!

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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, though, will require all of her considerable skill.

A spot of blackmail should do the trick quite nicely…

EXCERPT:

Jane let Luke lead her from the sitting room into the bedchamber. The bed itself, an overlarge four poster, seemed to dominate the room and the intricate crisscross of silken ropes and ties were, to her mind, excessive. She liked simple plain lines. Not at all the fashion of the day, but then Jane had never been one to follow fashion. Luke caught her gaze.

“I find it exciting to bind my companion’s hands and perhaps her body,” he said in the same tone he might use to admit he enjoyed a glass of port or a day’s riding to hounds. “Only if she’s willing, of course.” His look was speculative and Jane ignored the dampness between her thighs. The only times she’d ever experience that feeling was with the help of a specially crafted darning mushroom, that had never been near a sock or a hank of wool.

“Of course,” she said in the same tone. “And are they?”

“Well, you tell me.” Luke set one of the ropes swinging. “I’m not a mind reader, mores the pity.”

“I intend to walk before I run, or swing,” Jane said and turned into his arms.

Luke held her close, and she enjoyed the feeling of rightness. “Then a cuddle it is. Do you need—” He gestured to the door leading to the bathing chamber. “Everything is in there.”

The heat of a blush prickled her skin. “Please? Oh, and my nightrail?”

“Not needed. There’s a robe in there for you to wear until you come to bed. I’m going to use the bathing chamber across the hall, and meet you back here. I’m a modern man. I bathe and expect my guests to do so after a day’s hunting. We smell, the dogs smell, and I have no intention of my house smelling as well. Cleanliness is next to godliness, and I need all the help I can get.” He went out of the room whistling, and Jane chuckled as she made use of the facilities.

She eyed the robe that was indeed waiting for her. It was almost transparent. A robe for a lover. Had he really put it there with her in mind? She took a deep breath, wrapped it tightly around her body, and hurried into the bedchamber. To her relief, she was there before Luke and scrambled into bed, still wearing the robe. It might not afford much protection, but the illusion helped her.

Should she stretch out or sit up? Pull the covers up tight around her neck or strive for nonchalance and let them sit looser? Really it was so complicated.

The door opened and her mouth went dry as Luke reentered. Water droplets still clung to his hair, and he ran his hands through it in an effort to dry it. He was dressed in a banyan and as far as she could tell nothing else. The thin material clung to his damp body, and defined every muscle and sinew. It tented over his cock, which even as she stared pushed even more at the material.

Luke saw where she was looking and grinned. “My imagination on seeing you in my bed went into overdrive, and therefore so did my—er…” He gestured downward.

Jane gulped. Really it was way too late to act the prude. She rushed into speech before he could finish his words. “Your ‘er’ is pleased to see me?” she asked.

Luke gave a delighted shout of laughter. “Oh yes, even wrapped up like a mummy you entice and enchant.”

“That’s doing it a bit too brown, Luke,” Jane said, although a thrill of excitement coursed through her at his words. “I’m an overweight, widowed virgin of thirty five, not a young deb.”

“And I thank the lord for that.” Luke pulled the banyan over his head as he stood, seeming unconcerned by his magnificent nudity, before he turned back the covers on one side of the bed. “Except you are not overweight, but a perfect handful for a man to hold and caress. Move over unless you want me to stretch out on top of you? I think that’s missing a step, but I’m game if you are?” His light tone showed her he was kidding.

Or she thought he was. Jane slid further away from him until she hit the edge of the bed.

“Not that far, woman. I want to feel every inch of your beautiful curvy thank the lord non-deb body, not fresh air. I like something warm and womanly to hold on to. Come here.” Luke tugged on the edge of her robe, and pulled her toward him. She met his body with a thump, and his cock waved its greeting. Jane gave a silly, breathy giggle as he began to walk his fingers over the cloth, bunching it up and away from her body as he did so.

His fingers stroked the side of her breast and she squirmed.

“Ticklish?” There was a wicked twinkle in his eyes.

“Yes, no… argh you…” Jane did her best to inch away, but Luke pinned her arms to her sides and before she understood what he was doing, slipped her gown down them, and somehow had her naked before she could blink.

“How on earth did you do that?” she asked, genuinely interested.

“Practice, and no. I’m not telling you who on. That part of my life is over. I’ve turned over a new leaf. I’m a reformed character.”

“One who is about to deflower a virgin,” Jane reminded him with a smile.

“Only one virgin, and then I’ll stick to an experienced woman,” Luke said.

His words hit her as surely as if he’d used a stick. So she wasn’t what he wanted. Why did it matter so?

Because I want him to want me, only me. The regret she’d had when he offered her carte blanche and she’d refused came back multiplied. Luke’s was the face she imagined, and the body she fantasized over when she pleasured herself. She tried to move away, but he rolled on top of her and pinned her between his legs. His staff rubbed her belly and she felt the wetness that leaked from it. No doubt her quim and channel were as damp.

“Tell me now, Jane; do I stop or do I make you into that experienced woman now? My experienced woman.” His voice was strained. “I swear once I take you I won’t let you go. You’ll be mine however and whatever else happens. God, I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you at Nic’s when we were at Cambridge and oh fuck, say yes, please say yes.” He ground his cock into her belly and then lifted himself so it teased her cunt.

“Yes.” She nipped the first bit of skin she could get to. His ear. It would have to do until she could nip, kiss, and touch the rest of him. He wants me; he wants me, not just anyone, but me. Jane lifted her legs and circled his waist. The movement inched his cock just inside her channel. His sweat-slicked torso rubbed her breasts, and the hairs on his chest tickled her. She tightened her legs, in the hope his cock would move even further into her, but he held back and lifted his head to stare at her. “Yes, and yes.”

“Eh?” Luke looked as astounded as she’d felt at his words.

“Yes, for fuck’s sake, fuck me. And now before I lose my courage.”

 

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BIO:

A multi-published author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

Spotlight on Pippa Jay

We kick off Breathless Press day this time around with author Pippa Jay. Welcome!

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She can kill with a kiss. But can assassin Tyree also heal one man’s grief, and bring peace to a galaxy threatened by war?

For Tyree of the Su, being an assassin isn’t simply something she was trained for. It’s the sole reason for her existence. A genetically enhanced clone—one of many in Refuge—she’s about to learn her secluded lifestyle, and that of all her kind, is under threat by a race capable of neutralizing their special talents to leave them defenseless.

For Zander D’joren, being a diplomat has not only cost him his appearance, but also the love of his life. Scarred, grieving, he must nonetheless continue in his role as co-delegate to the fearsome Tier-vane or risk a conflict that could only end one way.

Now both of them need to keep each other alive and maintain a perilous deception long enough to renegotiate the treaty with the Tier-vane, or throw their people into a war that could wipe out Terrans and Inc-Su alike. But there’s more at stake than humanity, whether true or modified. Can the love growing between them save them both? Or merely hasten their destruction?

EXCERPT:

A thrill of excitement shivered down her spine as she backed away a few steps with Zander following. He shrugged off his formal outer robes, and for the first time she could appreciate the broad expanse of his chest, the close-fitting fabric stretched over well-defined muscles. It appeared he hadn’t allowed his physique to slacken, despite leaving the Galactic Commission.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

Zander spread his hands in an open gesture to say that he was.

So why is he just standing there like a defunct Manikin instead of poised to fight?

Tyree took her combat position and Zander matched her, just as the Manikin had done. She’d never fought a human in combat practice before. This should be interesting.

She sprang forward and aimed two rapid punches at his face. Zander evaded both with a speed and grace totally out of proportion to his bulk. Her third he blocked with little effort, and she stepped back to reassess her strategy. But only for an instant.

A quick step forward and she lashed upward with her foot, snapping his head back. Zander staggered but didn’t fall. Her second kick failed as he grabbed her ankle and jerked her off balance. She twisted as she dropped and caught him hard in the knee. Zander collapsed. Both rolled aside, and then jumped up to face each other again.

Not bad.

Tyree bit back a laugh as they exchanged blows, each faster than the last. Zander blocked or evaded most, but not all. His skill almost matched hers, yet his defenses were just a fraction too slow. Each move she made tested his reach, his reflexes and his stamina until she could sense him struggling a little.

Time for the kill.

She floored him with a kick to the chest, the full weight of her augmented density behind it, but as she moved in to finish the fight he dove into her. Tyree landed on her back hard enough to drive the breath from her lungs.

Zander had her pinned to the ground. She bucked but couldn’t shift him. The triumphant smile on his face sent rage blazing through her gut. With hardly a whisper, she Misted out and went through him. Golden warmth filled her for a second before she pulled free. Zander pushed to his feet and spun to meet her, but she cranked up her molecular density and punched him hard in the chest. He collapsed, gasping and coughing. In one fluid movement she sat astride him at full density, and the air whumphed out of his lungs. She pinioned his arms with her hands, her face hovering mere centimeters above his.

As her breathing slowed to normal, a huge grin split her face. She’d made a vow to herself to jump him, and she’d done it. Perhaps it was childish, but it warmed her heart.

“Your…reputation…is well deserved,” he gasped.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she complimented him. He’d fought well, but perhaps not quite with the determination—and certainly not the desperation—of most opponents she’d faced. “For a human.”

“Thank you. Perhaps we could try this again tomorrow?”

Tyree laughed. As much as he could irritate the hell out of her, he was equally amusing. “If you want to spend most of your morning on the floor…”

He gazed up at her with that easy smile, making no effort to struggle. Most humans, without the influence of her pheromones and the distraction of her naked body writhing above theirs, would not have been so trusting. So compliant. She found herself staring at his mouth. What would it be like to kiss him, without the use of her talents? Would it be as satisfying? As sensual? The warmth of him, the firmness of his body beneath hers, sent heat spiraling through her abdomen.

“Perhaps you could let me up now?” His words jerked her from such musings. What the hell was she thinking?

 

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After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way, a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.

Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, blogging at Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. She’s a double SFR Galaxy Award winner, been a finalist in the Readers Favorite Contest, the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place), and a semi-finalist in the Kindle Book Review’s 2013 Best Indie Book Awards.