It is 1816. Anne Blackburn is a voluptuous
thirty-two year old widow. Due to her family inheritance and the fortune left
to her by her husband, she is a wealthy woman, and she moves in the social
circles of London’s upper class.
Anne has sworn never to marry again. However, she
cannot help yearning to find out more about the pleasures of the flesh. Her
deceased husband was more father than lover but she has felt passion
once—before she married over six years ago.
Edward Moore loved Anne and proposed to her but
when he left London to seek his father’s blessing, Anne was approached by Lord
Moore’s lawyer who told her to forget Edward. If she refused, Edward would be
disinherited. When Alfred Blackburn asked for her hand in marriage, Ann accepted
to set Edward free.
Now there is an artist in London with a mysterious
patron. Mr. Guy Harper provides the ladies he paints with certain erotic extras.
When Anne commissions a portrait from him, she gets more than she could have
imagined in her wildest dreams.
But will her mistletoe ménage become a painful
humiliation or the stepping stone into her very own happy ever after?
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GENRE: Christmas Rubenesque Regency Romance
WORD COUNT: 21,260
PUBLISHER: Evernight Publishing
RELEASE DATE: 9th December 2014
Teaser
Excerpt – Mistletoe Ménage – by Molly Ann Wishlade
“Where have you been?” Edward snapped as he sprang to his feet.
Guy laid his hat and jacket on the chair on top of Edward’s then
offered a conciliatory smile. “I have begun to seduce her, as you wished.”
Edward stared at the younger man. His face was flushed and
beautiful with youth and happiness, and his eyes sparkled silver-blue like the
snow under the crisp winter sun. He reached out and caressed Guy’s cheek,
rasping his thumbnail against the stubble on Guy’s skin.
“How was she?”
Guy glanced at his feet and cleared his throat.
“Guy?” Edward’s heart pounded hard beneath his white cotton shirt
as an idea began to unfurl in his mind. “Guy?”
The artist met his gaze and smiled. “She is…as you described.
Beautiful, cultured, well-mannered. Though she was also…”
“Tell me!” Edward was surprised at his own tone. He had sent Guy
out to Anne, knowing she was a widow now. She had been widowed eighteen months,
in fact, but he’d been abroad when her husband had passed, and only returned
six months since with Guy in his employ. As a widow, previously married to a
much older man, Edward hoped she would now be ripe for the picking. All his
memories of Anne were of a tender, voluptuous, sensual woman ready for marriage
and mating. He had held back from taking her during their courtship in spite of
his burning desire to make her his as soon as possible. He had been prepared to
wait until they were safely wed before he bedded her, but then she had given
herself to another. A fat, greasy businessman who was surely no match for her
elegance and beauty. Yes, it was true that she had no family name to match his
own, but he had not cared a jot for that. After seeing his parents’ loveless
marriage, Edward had harbored no intentions of marrying for money and social
connections. Perhaps he had been a romantic, a dreamer, a fool. Yes…he had been
a fool because he had believed that she loved him as much as he loved her. She
had broken his heart in two.
As he would hers. With Guy’s assistance.
“I went to her home as agreed, Edward. It didn’t take much to
encourage her to allow me to sketch her.” Guy didn’t finish his sentence but
Edward knew what he meant. Anne had allowed the artist to see her naked, in all
her milky-white-skinned beauty as he had longed to do. Well, he would see her thus. And soon. But it
might take one or two more visits from Guy first.
“But you did not…”
Guy shook his head. “No I did not take her fully. I kissed her and
caressed her and tasted her. She really has the sweetest flavor, like
honey-cake and madeira wine.” Guy licked his lips and Edward pulled him into
his arms and kissed him hard. He pressed his tongue between Guy’s teeth and
plundered the younger man’s mouth, desperate to find some trace of Anne. Guy
responded to him, running his hands down over Edward’s behind, and squeezing
his firm cheeks until Edward knew that they’d continue this until they were
both spent.
Edward pulled away and stared into Guy’s eyes. “Will she
surrender? Do you really believe she will?”
Something flashed across Guy’s face and Edward wondered at it for
a moment. Was it guilt? Regret?
“I believe that she will, Edward. I truly believe that. She is
lonely and needy. I don’t think she has been loved as a woman should. She is not
like the others.” His golden eyebrows met above his aquiline nose as he
frowned. “They are grasping, clawing, and it’s all about them. But Anne
Blackburn, she responded so sweetly and so tenderly that it was hard to leave
her. The others I could not wait to escape from once I had attended to their
needs but with Anne…”
Edward swallowed hard. He could see in Guy that same affection
growing for Anne that he had once felt. Was it because Guy was his lover and
they were in some way similar in their tastes? Guy did not usually lust after
women. He had lain with women of the ton for Edward’s sake so that his plan
would work, but when they took a woman together it was Edward who desired the
female presence most. Guy just seemed to go through the experience to please
his patron. So Edward was surprised that Guy actually seemed to be attracted to
Anne. Yet he should not be, because she truly was beautiful in an innocent yet
worldly way. She was a walking oxymoron of naïve experience and virtuous
passion—a spring waiting to be tapped like the one in Bath which offered
restorative properties and improved health to those who drank from it. Would
Edward’s mind and body improve under Anne’s tender ministrations? Lord knew
that he had not been right since he lost her. He had never again experienced
that same joy and hope that she had given him during their brief courtship. And
though he knew that he wanted to hurt her, he also knew that a life without her
in it would be a dull life indeed. But crush her he would to avenge himself for
the way she had torn his heart and life to shreds.
“Undress, Guy.” Edward pulled off his own clothes and watched as
his lover did the same. When they were both naked, Edward pulled Guy to him and
kissed him again, this time more tenderly than before. Guy ground his hips into
Edward so that their erections met and their mutual arousal intensified.
Edward reached around his lover and slipped his finger between the
artist’s tight buttocks, sliding it into the tight heat that he longed to
penetrate with his cock. Guy gasped against Edward’s mouth. “Let me suck you
first.”
“Yes.” Edward allowed Guy to lower him to the bed, then he
surrendered to the hot mouth and tongue of his lover, his pleasure all the
sweeter because he knew that the very same lips had so recently caressed the
woman he loved.
About Molly:
Molly Ann Wishlade has always been an avid reader
and writer of stories. She regularly indulges her love of romance and passion
by getting lost in the delicious worlds created by romantic novelists. When not
reading, she's busy with her current WIP, usually her next highly erotic tale
about sexy and saucy cowboys and their lady loves - and sometimes their
gorgeous male lovers too.
She wants to take readers on the
rollercoaster that is life through the creation of vivid characters,
relationships and worlds.
She loves to hear from readers.
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