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#SexySnippets: Digging through the writing notebook #Romance #Fantasy #sweet

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Welcome back for another installment of #SexySnippets. This week, rather than looking for something super hot and steamy, I would post seven sentences from a WIP I have had in the notebook for some time. It is a fantasy romance series, and more sweet than erotic (shocking, I know), but I am feeling sweet today, so sue me 😛

Besides, the male lead in this particular story is anything but sweet… more carnal… just the way I like them.

Here is my snippet for this week:

Domnu watched her [Jyslin] through narrow slits. Worry etched her brow and she sent regular glances his way. He hid his smile with effort. Her worry was for him, he was sure of it. The knowledge sent a shiver of arousal through his body, his lower half stirring.

Groaning inwardly, he clamped his lids shut and centered his attention on the pain slicing across his left pectoral.

Settle down, boy. Dying men don’t get aroused.

There ya have it. As always, feel free to share your thoughts on the snippet below and be sure to click the banner at the top of the post or this LINK here, and visit with the other sites offering snippets this weekend.

See you all next time 🙂

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#WickedWednesday: Welcome to Chauncey House #erotic #WIP #BDSM

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For this week’s Wicked Wednesday post, I decided to share something I am working on with you all. This story will be the beginning of a new series (I hope) and will be a Historical Erotic Romance (with BDSM elements, of course).

Here is a bit of a teaser from my WIP, The Catacombs:

“How long have you worked here, Helen?”

“Let me see…” The woman turned blue eyes toward the ceiling. “Uh…ever since my Henry passed, so…” She counted on her fingers. “Eighteen years now.” A nostalgic smile curled her lips. “Feels like a lifetime ago.” helen finished placing the utensils and joined Justine at the cart. “It’s time to get dressed for dinner. I’ve had a uniform in your size placed in your room, as well as a wash basin, and fresh water. Get yourself ready and I’ll collect you at six thirty.”

Justine headed for her quarters with a smile on her face. She’d worked hard all day, but Helen had treated her kindly, and the job didn’t seem to be too complicated. Plus, there’d been no mention of her bedding anyone. Her prospects were better than they’d been since her father’s death. There was a solid roof over her head and a warm pallet for her to sleep on.

Her sense of ease disintegrated when she got a look at what Helen had referred to as a uniform. It turned to abject horror when she actually tried the garment on.

While the dress had long fitted sleeves, that’s where all modesty ceased. The neckline plunged dangerously low and would most assuredly spill her assets onto the table when she bent to offer a tray of food to one of the evening’s diners. Her skirt, while full and relatively modest in the back, split wide in the front, offering an unfettered view of her legs from toe to mid thigh. She had stockings–black silk embroidered with a row of tiny black diamonds from anklebone to mid calf, but they only accentuated the expanse of exposed flesh at the top of the black, heeled boots.

Justine couldn’t imagine the harlots at the tavern down the street wearing less than she wore at that moment. She chewed her lower lip and paced the length of her room while she considered her options.

It was a short walk.

If she left Chauncey House, she’d be forced to the tavern, where the clientele was less than upstanding–or clean–and her room would most assuredly be shared with any number of other girls. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t known what Chauncey House was when she’d gone there. She could always hope this would be the worst of it. Her hands fretted each other at her waist until a knock at the door startled her out of her reverie.

Justine looked down at her outfit and sighed. “Come in.”

Helen pushed open the door, a bright smile plumping her cheeks. “Ready?”

“No, I’m not ready.” She threw her hands up. “Look at me. I can’t go out in public like this. Surely, I’ll cause a scandal dressed in…” She gathered up the fluffs of skirt at her hips and tossed it up for effect. “…whatever you call this thing. Do all of the other girls wear this, too?”

Helen frowned and appeared offended. “Well, of course not! They’ve all worked here for some time and wear much less than you. They aren’t allowed to cover their breasts at all and their skirts are split in the rear as well. The girls are proud of what they offer the guests and are anxious to prove their worth to their Benefactor. You’re in training. Your uniform shows your status in the household.” She chuckled. “Don’t look so surprised. Chauncey House is the most exclusive brothel in London, my dear, catering to the darker tastes of the most influential men, and women, in the world. We don’t allow just anyone to service our guests. You have a lot to learn, but you’re in very good hands. I’ve been teaching girls like you for a very long time.”

Interesting place, that Chauncey House…

As always, feel free to share your comments and thoughts on the piece. Love hearing from you.

Until next time…

Weekend #WIP – Where have I been? #Writing, of course!

ID-100110302 I bet you’re wondering where I’ve disappeared to. I do want to apologize for my lack of regular postings. When you are two published authors in one, there are times when you have to let the other side of your persona take center stage. My erotica alter-ego R. Brennan had a bunch of shorts released in recent months, and she’s been blogging like mad along with her other marketing efforts.

The good news is, I have been quite busy in the background as well — working on my fantasy romance series. Here is a little snippet of the most recent bit I’ve penned.  (Bear in mind, this is first draft material)

From Destiny’s Trial (WT):

She was cold to the touch, despite the warmth of the fire crackling in the little woodstove.

Worry ate at his features as his mind grasped for ideas. He needed to heat her up. Fast.

Resolute, Domnu climbed between the furs with Jyslin, and careful of her injuries, drew her into his embrace. His legs entwined with hers as he grasped icy fingers, pulling her hands to his lips. He blew hot breath onto her frozen digits as he willed his body heat into hers. *Hang in there*

The image of their bodies still snuggled together, but rotted to bones being found by wayward hunters decades in the future flashed in his mind, sending a shiver down his spine. He pushed the thought away. *Not on my watch*

He let out a sardonic laugh. As if Kasper or his father would allow him to exist outside their reach long enough for either he or Jyslin to even begin to decay. Sound logic, but reasoning out options for why nobody would discover their dead bodies did little to bolster Domnu’s confidence.

A quiet groan from the chilled body nestled against him hijacked his attention from a worn out road.

 
A writer is nothing without readers or feedback, so please share your thoughts in the comments. 🙂

Almost Tuesday #Teaser: Fate’s Voyage – A Call of the Sea Tale

Since I finished what I hope will be a follow-up FREE READ through my publisher, Inkspell, last night, and I have issues with starting another piece so quickly after finishing one, I thought I would stop by my poor neglected blog and share a tiny teaser from the story.

For those of you who are familiar with Daniel and Ellie, this probably doesn’t need too much set-up. The story takes place after  CALL OF THE SEA and is in Daniel’s POV.

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After a moments hesitation to prepare himself for the whirlwind he called wife, Daniel twisted the handle and opened the cabin door.

Ellie came about with an eager look in her eyes. It disappeared as soon as her gaze caught on him.

“Expecting someone else?”

The sigh that blew past her kissable, pink lips screamed exasperation. Her hands found her hips, eyes narrowed. “Did you see my mother out there? Where’s Mac? Is he bringing the basin?”

Chuckling, Daniel stepped over the giant pile of clothing in the center of the room and gathered his rounded wife in his arms. He placed a gentle kiss on her furrowed forehead. “My love, why are you trying to drive your mother insane? We’ll need her midwifery skills when the babe comes.”

As it often did whenever she was within arms reach, his hand caressed the swell of her abdomen. Their child. “Can’t you play nice just a while longer? We should make berth in Port Royal within the week and we won’t need to worry about the babe coming while we are so far from adequate medical care.”

Ellie turned her sun freckled face upward, favoring him with a pretty pout. “She’s always hovering. Every time I turn around, there she is, scowling at me. It’s positively maddening. I’m a grown, married woman, Daniel. I don’t require a nursemaid.”

“You agreed to all this before we left, Ellie. Remember? For the good of the child.”

“I realize if I hadn’t dispatched with McTavish the way I had, they’d not be hunting a cabin boy named Ellis, and we’d be in Newquay awaiting the birth instead of trekking across an ocean while I’m on this condition with mother in tow. But being the size of a rum barrel doesn’t mean I’m completely useless, you know?”

“Nobody said you were useless, El. We just want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. Not doing too much. Besides, it won’t be much longer. If the weather holds, we could even make port a day early.” Daniel brushed a flaming red tendril from her cheek and smiled, his heart bursting with love for his headstrong wife. His match in every way.


There you have it. I’m so much more excited about this story than I expected to be. I really do love it. Now, aren’t you all as excited for the release of this tale as I am?

Yes, I know I’m not exactly known for my patience. No need to remind me. 😛

Hope you all have a fantastic Tuesday!
~Rebecca

What I’m Working On: Weekend Teaser #Erotica #EroticRomance

Happy weekend after Thanksgiving, everyone. I hope you all had a fantastic holiday and have loads to be thankful for.

I took the opportunity to use the extra time off to get some new writing done. HOORAY! *cue confetti*

While I will most likely not be a Nanowrimo winner this year, I have managed to make headway on a new story I am really excited about. Well, more like a new erotic series — but one story at a time, right? Anyway, I thought it would be fun to share a bit of the WIP with you all this weekend — think of it as my personal thank you to you all for following the blog.

This series will be a historical erotic series featuring a secret society over 400 hundred years in the making at the time of this particular story, set in early 18th century England.

Bear in mind, the teaser won’t include anything too HAWT, as I am still working into that part of the tale.

Justine headed for her quarters with a smile on her face. She’d worked hard all day, but Helen had treated her kindly, and the job didn’t seem to be too complicated. Plus, there’d been no mention of Justine bedding anyone. Her prospects were better than they’d been since her father’s death. There was a solid roof over her head and a warm pallet for her to sleep on.

Her sense of ease disintegrated when she got a look at what Helen had referred to as a uniform. It turned to abject horror when she actually tried the garment on.

While the dress had long fitted sleeves, that is where all modesty ceased. The neckline plunged dangerously low and would most assuredly spill her assets onto the table when she bent to offer a tray of food to one of the evenings diners. Her skirt, while full and relatively modest in the back, split wide in the front, offering an unfettered view of her legs from toe to mid thigh. She had stockings–black silk embroidered with a row of tiny black diamonds from anklebone to mid calf, but they only accentuated the expanse of exposed flesh at the top of the black, heeled boots.

Justine couldn’t imagine the harlots at the tavern down the street wearing less than she wore at that moment. She chewed her lower lip and paced the length of her room while she considered her options.

It was a short walk. If she left Chauncey House, she’d be forced to the tavern, where the clientele was less than upstanding–or clean–and her room would most assuredly be shared with any number of other girls. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t known what Chauncey House was when she’d gone there. She could always hope this would be the worst of it. Her hands fretted each other at her waist until a knock at the door startled her out of her reverie.

Justine looked down at her outfit and sighed. “Come in.”

Helen pushed open the door, a bright smile plumping her cheeks. “Ready?”

There you have it — a fair start to my estimations. As with most of my “adult” endeavors, this one will feature BDSM aspects and focus on the Master/slave dynamic.

So, what did you think? Does the snipit tweak your interest? Always keen to hear your thoughts. Drop a comment 🙂

Happy Sunday!
~Bex

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