Release Day: The Forest Maiden

I love twisting fairytales. My very first naughty fairytale was based on my favorite–Little Red Riding Hood. So for my next endeavor, I went with Snow White. Again, like The Wolves of Argonne, I went the fantasy route with The Forest Maiden. Fantasy setting will always be my first love. As I am huge on research, I looked for the origins of Snow White. The most prominent thing in any of the stories was the apple. That, you see, posed a problem. I found the apple an iconic symbol of the story. My editor, however, had a very valid point when she told me–in so many words–that the apple was overdone. Oh I pouted, I can’t deny it. I thought it was an important element along with the others things in the original story that almost took Snow White’s life. Needless to say, I changed it. I’m not going to say to what but I will say this–I researched the country of origin and what fruit was indigenous to the area. I do like my details.

Enough babbling….on with the meat!

BLURB: Eirlys Edurne wants nothing to do with the prim and proper world her title endows her. When her father attempts to force her to marry a vile Prince from a neighboring kingdom, she takes flight into the forest. Only the thrill of the hunt and the call of wildlife can tame her until a mysterious man invades her campsite.

The guest at her fire mistakes her as one of Earth Mother’s forest maidens. Eirlys uses her feminine wiles to seduce him only to find that her heart has other plans for her mighty warrior. When her father perishes, Eirlys is thrust back into the world she loathes by her stepmother. Will she break free of the woman’s clutches and once again reunite with the man who holds her heart?

Excerpt:

Alone, Eirlys dipped one foot into the pool, swirling the water around to test the temperature. Pleased, she slid down into the bath to her neck, sighing. The water rippled as her arms moved to grab the soap. The lather foamed when she dunked the lavender scented soap into the bath. She inhaled the wonderful aroma, shifting forward onto her knees.

Alone in her part of the castle past the age most of the royal ladies of the court would be married off, she learned the intimate strokes to set her body ablaze. She had no hope of finding a suitable husband, one that allowed her to be the free spirit her father had raised.

Slowly she rubbed the soap against her dark curls as her legs parted. Gentle strokes eased away the tension rippling through her muscles from feeling less than worthy to stand alongside men. She gasped as she brushed against her sensitive nub. The soap dropped from her grasp, and she explored every inch of her private flesh.

Her fantasies did not dwell on a handsome prince whisking her away and making mad passionate love to her under the stars. They bordered on the delightful scents of pine and freshly overturned earth of the forest. The blooming heather and strands of lime-green moss hanging from the branches far over her head blossomed. The mystery man in her vision was a mere shadow against the pale glow of the moon.

Her finger circled her labia, delving in deeper. Pleasure spread like a fiery blaze through her core. Another finger joined the first, and she explored the depths of her pussy. Her palm slapped on the side of the pool as her breath staggered. Again she teased her swollen flower, her legs trembling. She jerked as she came but continued to rub her clit on a wave of ecstasy. She snared her lip with her teeth to stifle the blissful scream edging toward the top of her throat. Her self-gratification was for her and her alone. She would not give any other man the satisfaction of knowing her nightly activities.

The soap traveled along the rest of her skin, washing away any evidence of her arousal. In her heart she believed men could sniff out a woman’s desire in the sack from miles away. She had no want of a man desiring her as a prize to bed.

Ever.

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Available for a limited time at Evernight Publishing for $2.99.

Also available for purchase at: Amazon | All Romance | Bookstrand

Now for a little fun in these hard economic times but nothing is completely free, right? If you’d like to win a copy of The Forest Maiden, just do the following in the comment section:

• Tell me your favorite fairytale
• Tell me why, as in, what element is your favorite. Example: I love Little Red Riding Hood because no matter how cunning the wolf thought he was, Red still found a way to defeat him etc.
• Please make sure I have way to contact you by leaving your email address in the comment section along with your answer or attached to your login. Otherwise, I won’t be able to send you a copy.

Good Luck!

Release Day: Talbot’s Seduction

When I wrote Talbot’s Ploy, first as a short which got expanded to a novella, I never really had another planned. Such is the way of the panster writer. When I tried again, and failed, to make a short story featuring Talbot I decided expand it again. This time, the words nearly doubled from the last. In fact, I wasn’t sure how it would end. All I knew is I had to connect the dots in what happened in the first one I wrote.

Yep. Talbot’s Seduction actually comes before Talbot’s Ploy. What I realized, beyond wanting to expand a story, was Talbot was kind of a dick in Talbot’s Ploy. He had his reasons and while it was hinted at, it wasn’t totally there. What I ended up with in the second, but really the first in the series, is how Talbot realizes he’s a man who enjoys, well, other men. In historical times they were called sodomites and died if anyone found out about their ’sinful’ act. First and for most I wanted to show his struggle with accepting what he knows in his heart he prefers. It’s a convention that is far removed from what he’s been told and seen in his short life.

Blurb: Talbot Sauvageot is a young Lord living in Paris, France, in search of anything but the duties of his station. He spends his time drinking and whoring, his memory of the last evening always a blur. When he is tricked by his betrothed’s father, Talbot realizes his heart beats not for the velvety folds of a woman but the hardened shaft of a man. Now he must find a balance in a world that condemns a man to death should he dabble in sodomy. His desires are unleashed tenfold when his Friend Tyeis shares his same interests in a bedmate.

Warning: m/m sex, multiple partners, forced seduction, sex toys, spanking, public exhibition, rimming

You can read an excerpt at Evernight Publishing’s site. Please follow the buy link below.

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Now for the fun part. I will be giving a PDF book of Talbot’s Seduction away on my blog. Please follow the contest rules exactly or I’m afraid you will not be eligible for the drawing.

To enter, please tell what is most important in a historical novel when you read them. Anything from time period to location to the type of lovers. Anything. Don’t forget an email address, whether inputted to make a comment or in the comment itself, so that I can contact you.

Sneak Peek: Talbot’s Seduction

Wow! First, I’d like to apologize for my lack of participation on my own blog. Life is just kicking junk and taking wallet. So, I’m go ing to offer up a little tidbit I’ve been working on. It’s the first chapter of my current WiP Talbot’s Seduction. I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Enjoy!

Just a fast a furious graphic. Nothing fancy.

 

Talbot laughed and clutched his side. Across from him, his good friends Landis and Delron shook their heads. Never one to be discouraged by admonishment in any form, Talbot dug his elbow into his best friend Maxime beside him. The ride back to the estate of Talbot’s parents had been a rousing experience in conversation. While Maxime and Talbot had no qualms about regaling in their sexual adventures, their other two friends were more reserved.

At least while in public.

In the comfort of their estates or a maison, Delron and Landis practiced their sexual prowess with gusto. Both had shared one woman, feverishly sating her while enjoying the pleasure equally. Had Talbot and Maxime not used a hidden passage to spy on their friends, they would not believe a word of it.

Talbot and Maxime, on the other hand, were taken at their merit. Both men bore no shame for their carnal needs. The giggles of prim and proper ladies at any social gathering about the two rogues, and the wary glances of nervous fathers could not be ignored. It took but one witnessing of Talbot’s father scolding the two for self-pleasure in a private part of the gardens on the estate for Delron and Landis to never question their friends again.

Talbot never mentioned that women only entered the fray of his lust after he had drunk himself into oblivion. The willing ladies cared not as they enjoyed him just as much half awake. Talbot relied on Maxime to tell him of his exploits. His friend would not boost unjustly, and his other two companions protested too much.

“We know, Delron, that your chivalrous tone is but an act. You stick wick into a wet woman at every turn. That we further the experience while with each other’s company is of no great concern,” Talbot scoffed.

“Unless you father does find us again.” Maxime chuckled.

“Better mine than yours.”

“Oui.”

Maxime’s father gave new meaning to a master with a whip. Each word driven into his son was barbed and without compassion in a harsh tongue flaying. Talbot would miss his friend when he moved out of Paris next spring to Varanguebec. He would be the only one left of their merry group to remain in the city. Landis and Delron merely visited while their fathers were on business.

“Remember you tryst with that little vixen from Italy?” Talbot nudged Maxime.

“Oui. The face of a man, I swear, but the sweetest treat while my cock lay inside.” Maxime grinned. “You were half in your cups yet she serviced you quite well.”

“My father’s wine cellar will be the death of all my blissful memories yet.” The carriage shifted, and Talbot crashed into Maxime, only furthering the mirth. An angry shout from outside gave a small indication of why the carriage pitched.

“Talbot, Talbot. This is way I keep you from my sister. Such behavior would be unwelcome.” Delrom waggled his finger.

“Oui, oui. Because you have never self-pleasured because the women beg to suckle upon your cock.” Talbot ribbed Maxime. “We are but friends and no law states that I cannot put hand on my manhood.” Talbot cupped his groin. “Perhaps it is jealousy for my size.”

“You exaggerate.” Delron pursed his lips.

Maxime sniggered. “You forget I have bared witness to his family jewels. I dare say he will have no seed to spill within a woman if he does not keep hand from shaft.”

“Bah.” Talbot waved them off. “My father has arranged for me to marry Sabine in due time. After my proper education has completed.” He rolled his eyes. Though he had no desire for any other profession and loved wine more than any willing wench who happened to fall into his arms, the thought of the boring days of learning how grapes turned to wine held no interest.

“I am sure he will tame your cock by way of the maison before then.” Landis picked at his sleeves.

Talbot smoothed out his rumpled tunic. Landis, among them, worried about his appearance far too much. Society expected the young lords to not dress like the scoundrels they acted. The ruffled styled tunics never appealed to Talbot but his mother insisted on a collection of fine brocaded jackets and breeches to match. He kept most of them hidden away for special occasions. Going to the tavern with his friends was hardly worth the effort to dress his station. With Sabine as his chosen wife-to-be, Talbot didn’t see much prospect in wooing a woman for sport. The very idea bored him. Or, at least, he convinced himself his lack of effort was due to his impending marriage. His father would hardly be enthused should a lady of the lesser stock knock on their door full with Talbot’s child. Best he spill his seed to the ground than to fertilize the wrong fields. The ladies at the brothels, at least, took precautions if some young lord forgot to withdraw from his pleasure.

“Which tavern have you picked for us this day, Landis?” Talbot asked.

“Knowing your distain for proper attire, Talbot, I have picked a middle ground. High enough that our fathers will not turn our ears out but not low enough that we will not find willing company for our table.”

“Ah should we have a bet as to whose rapier plucks a flower first then?” Talbot grinned.

“I say if we do not find sport, Talbot must pay for a trip to the maison.” Delron smirked.

Talbot skimmed his hand along the small purse tucked under his tunic. He’d spent most of his allowance this week on gambling and wine. A trip to the maison, with his sexually charged mates, would cost far more than he could muster.

“Agreed,” Maxime said.

“Spending my money again, Maxime?” Talbot arched an eyebrow at his friend.

“But mon ami, when has your quick tongue not sampled fruit as of late? Surely company for your friends would be an easy feat?”

Talbot smiled thin. His reputation far exceeded the truth. If he’d slept with all the women his friends claimed, his cock would be begging for reprieve. His mouth curved into a wicked grin. “First to pump the wench into bellowing out their name wins and buys the next round of drinks on our next venture. Agreed?”

His friends nodded and clasped his hand each. Talbot never liked losing and he’d make sure he didn’t, even if it cost him his last écu.