Thank you for inviting me onto
your blog.
I consider myself very lucky.
I write what I love, Evernight
publish it, and people buy it and (hopefully) read it.
What more can I ask for?
I couldn't not write and I especially love to write Regency Romance. And oh
yes, Evernight lets me.
So we have the Cursed Treasure
series.
A family whose fortune is cursed
A family whose fortune is almost
gone, and have to manage very carefully.
A family whose grown up children
decide to ignore the curse and make their fortune grow once more. They don't
want to be a burden.
Strangely ( or not) this isn't a
paranormal story. Only the treasure is said to be cursed.
As the parchment with it says…
The
heart of ye child be lifting the curse—dare ye risk it…
(the prequel, Compromised, tells
how Mijo escapes from France with the treasure, it's a free read.)
Lord Suitor is Tessa's story
A smuggler and an aristocrat. Who
should Tessa chose?
Both professed their love for
her, both intrigued her. How could she pick one over the other?
When Tessa was accosted by a
smuggler her life took a turn for the better. Or so she thought. Until
Nathaniel, Lord Fenniston indicated his interest in her. She had to marry to
help her family, but her loyalties are torn.
Either man could be the one, but
how can she decide? Torn between them, Tessa must think hard and fast.
Luckily, fate has it’s own way of
deciding, and Tessa had no option but to do as it dictates.
A wee tease…
Her one night of bliss, her
initiation, as she thought of it, had given her a very definite opinion of what
she wanted, expected, from any marriage. However, and there was the rub, how
could she say to someone, I’ll only marry
you if you satisfy me in the way my smuggler did? You need to make my skin
tingle, my insides quiver, and my body react in a way I never thought possible,
so I shout and scream my release and beg you for more? Oh and your body, when it gains its own satisfaction
inside me, has to react in the same way? It was not something she could
introduce into everyday conversation. It wasn't something most men would
appreciate hearing. Men were such touchy creatures they wouldn't see it as a
compliment on their prowess, just the opposite.
Tessa stirred uneasily in her
chair. During those long hours of enforced darkness, her highwayman had taught
her some very interesting ways to satisfy herself. After the first few
fumbling—and embarrassed at her temerity—attempts, she was happy with how to
touch and tease herself until she was panting and sated. However, it wasn't the
same. It is not him.
Tonight though, she knew nothing she did would ease
the ache deep inside her. The unexpected offer from Lord Fenniston had thrown
her somewhat.
Why her? Oh, they were neighbors in Devon, but he had
never shown any interest in her. In fact she hadn't noticed him singling her
out in any way, exactly the opposite. One occasional country dance did not show
a partiality for anyone. They'd never waltzed, he'd never asked for her hand
into supper, and never solicited her company at a picnic or to the theater. No,
if anything, she would have thought he preferred Lady Elizabeth Cantor or
Frederica Stowe. Nor did Tessa think he chose to spend time with those ladies
as a smokescreen for his desire to have her as a wife. They were both too much
all woman for that, and she was well aware neither would put up with such
cavalier behavior.
Nor would I.
Somehow, Tessa accepted, as she stirred the glowing
coals back into flames, Nathaniel Fenniston was not the sort of man to
dissemble in that way. It wouldn't be kind to either lady, and she didn't think
he would ever be deliberately unkind. No, he was an honorable man, but did that
mean he was the man for her? Somehow, she needed to find out. On that sobering
and complicated thought, she put the fireguard in place and took herself to
bed.
Yet again she dreamed of her smuggler. She felt his
hands on her as he showed her how to please both him and herself. Heard his
voice as he praised her efforts and moaned his appreciation. Recalled and
recreated in her dreams how his body stiffened and he shouted out his
completion as he spilled onto her skin. Shivered and writhed as his lips met
her quim and sucked on the soft flesh there and then drew the hard nub into his
mouth. She gasped as her juices gathered, ready to help her fall over the edge
of sanity and reason.
Tessa woke with a gasp to see the thin light of dawn
creep around her curtains, and to feel the warmth and dampness of her arousal
slick her skin. Her body tingled with awareness. Should she?
A quick glance at the timepiece on the mantel told her
she had time enough to assuage her needs.
Tessa stretched out to fumble in her nearby sewing
basket, to retrieve something she had secreted there.
A few days after her encounter with the smuggler she'd
found a package in her bedside cabinet. She had no idea where it had come from,
or who had placed it where she would see it so readily. The outside wrapper
merely had her name on, and the cryptic message "for your eyes only."
Puzzled she ripped the paper and unwrapped the fine
lawn material that covered the contents. It was a smooth, wooden darning
mushroom, with a note attached to it.
When she read the words, Tessa didn't know whether to
laugh or cry. Inscribed in a very elegant hand it said: Close your eyes and run your fingers over this. Now imagine what it
feels like and use it accordingly until we meet again.
Intrigued, Tessa had done as directed and discovered
it was the perfect facsimile of a male staff. "Pego" her smuggler had
called it as he taught her how to fondle and taste. At first she'd held it and
stroked it, until her mind played games on her. A few nights later, her dreams
included him, his pego, and his hands showing her how indeed a humble darning
mushroom was the perfect substitute
for a man. No, not perfect, she amended, adequate.
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Love R x
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