Hello gang! It’s been quite a while since I last updated the blog. Quite frankly, I’ve forgotten about it and even wonder if there’s a readership, but on the off chance there are some intrepid followers out there, I’ll try to make an effort.
Today, I’m thrilled to announce a new release. It’s Regency era erotica written under my pen name of Mary Alice Williamson. Yup, it’s really me, and since the closing of a publisher where I’d written Regency era erotica under that name closed, I decided to come clean (ha, clean and erotica in the same sentence!) and just own the books. I’m not ashamed.
Anyway, here’s the blurb and a very hot excerpt (R rated, so if you’re squeamish or not into that look away)
Blurb: Everyone makes mistakes. Some can be fatal.
Miss Sophie Henricker might take on male clients and spend time in their beds for trade, but she dreams of writing improvement books for a London publisher. Except, she’s fallen in love with Graham, a man she shouldn’t want.
The Honorable Graham Cranfield is bored with his life. A rake and a third son, he has nothing but time and money on his hands. He wants exclusive rights to Sophie and her lush body. When she declines with words of retirement and he doesn’t offer marriage, she leaves. He’s alone and rejected—and he doesn’t care for it.
The pursuit begins. With pretty words and charming wiles, Graham chases her through the English countryside and back to London. Passion follows, and every time the sex is better, but the danger grows. The more Sophie flees, the more he chases. There’s nowhere she can run that he won’t find her. Yet the needs of her body are too great to ignore, and when Graham comes up to scratch, she’s more than trapped. The only way out is through a dark path even Sophie fears to tread.
Adult rated excerpt:
A sharp pinch to her arse yanked her from her thoughts. “I rather like my women to be in the moment when I’m pleasuring them,” he said with annoyance riding every word. “Especially since you are the only woman I’m doing such things to at the moment.”
“I apologize.” She met his gaze. “You have all my attention, Graham.” He always would until the day she died. “My body is yours to command.”
“That’s better.” He flicked the tip of his tongue over her swollen button. “How should I take you tonight?”
“The possibilities are limitless.” She didn’t protest when he urged one of her legs onto his shoulder, opening herself further for his devouring. “The chair the last time we were together was most satisfying.”
“Mmm.” The word vibrated against her tingling flesh. “Let me think about it.” He slid two fingers into her passage without warning and grunted when a gasp of surprise left her lips. “Those sounds you make haunt my dreams, Portia.”
She moved her hips in time to his finger-fucking. As he increased his rhythm, she threaded her fingers through his hair and encouraged him to continue his torment. “Well, you do know all my secrets.” Except of her heart.
Graham rewarded her by sucking her nub into his mouth.
Sophie moaned. Stars danced behind her closed eyelids. He was particularly skilled with tongue and teeth. “Yes.” She hissed the word while delicious, hot pressure filled her core.
Over and over he sucked at her button, rubbed his tongue over it then released it only to nip it with his teeth. The cycle left her shaking with desire and wet with need. He worked her with both fingers and mouth, and then he’d pull slightly away, blowing on the flesh he just tormented. Cold chills invaded her skin, a direct contrast to the heated moisture seeping from her channel the longer he claimed her pussy. He stretched her by adding a third finger, and she moaned. Graham had never done that before.
“Finish me.” She bumped her hips against his hand.
“Not yet. I want to hear you scream my name.” He wrapped his free hand around her hip, keeping her still. “Tell me I’m the best lover you’ve had.” His fingers were a blur. Deeper and deeper he delved, and every time he’d hit that certain spot on her vaginal wall that made her want to leap right out of her skin.
Instinct took over and pleasure became her guide. Sophie ceased to think and instead chased the release that dangled just outside of reach. She squirmed in his grasp, both holding him close and attempting to pull away from the exquisite torment he gave her.
In the end, she wasn’t strong enough. She never was, and she surrendered. The building pressure broke, first in little waves of bliss that shot contractions through her pussy, then growing in strength.
You can buy the book at the following retailers:
B & N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1121189612?ean=2940151703031&itm=1&usri=2940151703031
Thanks for reading. I hope you’ll pick up this hot little number and I hope it’ll make you tingle!