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Wednesday, 4 December 2013

Hot Hump Day Excerpt - Saved by a Rake.

Today we have our very own Em Taylor and her newly released Regency romance, Saved by a Rake.

Daniel looked up from the letter he was just finishing. He was sitting in the library the next evening after dinner. Rebecca had asked if she may join him so she could begin to read the book he had offered. 
Simon and Andrew had taken a carriage into the village so Simon could show Andrew the sights. As far as Daniel knew, Drumbane had no sights apart from the church and the inn and he doubted very much that either man was interested in the church. 
Had he done the right thing in offering the book to her? He was sure he had, even though he was sure the Countess of Chapelbrooke would have his hide for introducing her daughter to such literature. 
He contemplated the wisdom of the venture again as his gaze roved over his wife. She was wearing a pretty white dress with pink flowers embroidered around the neckline, cuffs and hem. She had allowed her slippers to fall off, and one stockinged foot dangled from the large leather seat, while the other was tucked under her. Her eyes were wide as she scanned the pages, and she rocked herself against her foot, completely subconsciously. 
He was enthralled watching her and his body seemed to have followed his mind. He moved quietly to turn the lock in the door. He did not want any servants happening upon what he hoped was going to now occur. 
Taking the leather seat on the opposite side of the fire, he watched her as she turned a page and bit her lip. Good God, she was rocking as if she were astride him. His breath hitched as he noticed the flush of her skin and the way her free hand grasped her skirts. Her arousal fuelled his. 
He pushed a hand inside the flap of his placket and tweaked open the buttons, leaving the buttons holding the flap in place, in case she was not as receptive to his advances as he hoped. Luckily he had shed his coat an hour or so before and it hung on the back of his desk chair. 
“Are you enjoying the book?” he asked, aware that his voice was lower and gruffer than normal. 
She looked up, obviously surprised to see he had moved. Her cheeks reddened, and he stifled a groan. 
“Oh! I am…well…it is… that is… there is much to be learned from it.” 
“Indeed.” 
“She describes coupling very well, and if I were not already married, I fear I would be too eager to try being bedded after reading this.” 
“Hmm, it is fortuitous indeed then that I made an honest woman of you before you read the book. And how do you feel as you read it?" 
She placed her hand on her cheek and dropped her gaze back to the page, looking coy and seductive at the same time. 
“I feel aroused—the way I feel when we are in bed.” 
He smiled triumphantly. “I feel aroused watching you read it." 
“You do?” 
He nodded, beckoning her over. Without hesitation, she uncurled her leg, stood up, placing the book on the table beside her, and walked over to him. He moved forwards on the seat. It was large and wide. Easily big enough for what he intended. 
Holding her gaze, to look for any signs that she was going to flee again, he began to lift her skirts. She tilted her head and ran her fingers through his hair. As he drew the skirts past their knees, she shuffled forwards, pulling his face against her bosom. He pursed his lips, kissing any skin they could reach as he was pressed against the swell of her bosom. 
With one hand he flicked open the flap buttons of his breeches, while holding her gown out of the way with the other. He sprang free of his clothing and quickly stroked himself, urging her closer. She placed her knee onto the seat at his side.“Oh God, yes,” he growled into the flesh at the rise of her breast. Again he urged her forwards, and she straddled him. He moved the hand between them to test her flesh. She was ready. 
He pushed his head back and her lips were on his in a flash. Her tongue probed at his lips for moments before he opened his mouth and welcomed her inside. No sooner had the sensations of the kiss begun to assail his mind, but she was lowering herself onto him and the fire, fully stoked, burst to life. He clutched her skirts in his hand, hoping to retain some control as she sheathed him fully, but when she started to move up and down, he was lost. 
Their coupling was frantic, with Rebecca just as lost in the moment as he. As soon as he realised she was not going to take fright, he allowed himself to let go. He held her bare behind, urging her into the correct rhythm and what followed was a mess of growled endearments, thrusting hips, grabbed clothing and hair, sloppy kisses and a climax that almost caused him to lose consciousness.They collapsed backwards on the chair, still joined, both gasping for breath, clinging to each other as if they were drowning. 
As he returned to his senses he was loathe to move. She lay in his arms, sated and trusting. She had never looked more beautiful than she did in this moment. Relief washed over him. The incident a few days ago had been a small bump in the road, and he wondered if she would continue to try to convince him to take a mistress every time she felt her confidence wane. She probably would, and he smiled to himself knowing that, with a little patience she could convince her back into his arms whenever she took fright. 
“It is a very good book, I think,” said Rebecca eventually, lifting her head slightly and grinning at him. 
“I believe it must be,” he replied, tightening his arms around her as she laid her head back on his chest.
Blurb


When Lady Rebecca Eversley is left ravished by the Earl of Newthorpe and facing ruination, she has the choice to point her pretty little nose in the air and face the gossips of the Ton or scurry off to the country to live out her life as an old maid. When she meets Lord Daniel Ramsey, a notorious rake, she decides on the former course of action. 

Daniel has been given an ultimatum, marry before his father dies or lose the majority of his inheritance money. Rebecca seems the perfect candidate, especially once rumours about her start to circulate in the drawing rooms of Mayfair. 

When Newthorpe is found dead on the morning of their wedding, the people they care about find themselves suspects in the case. Who murdered Newthorpe and can Rebecca ever get over what he did to her? 

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