Miss Simpkins' School—where seduction's the game and success is the aim.
Why settle for less than everything? Lydia knows if she marries George it has to be everything for her. Can she persuade George to agree?
Lord George Stoke has very definite ideas of what he wants from his wife. Ideas that are usually reserved for a mistress. When he realizes Lydia doesn't want to be an ordinary wife, he makes plans to ensure she has a taste of his desires. But will she enjoy them or run? Little does he know that Lydia has very definite ideas of her own.
Will they mesh, or is their marriage doomed to be ordinary rather than spectacular? With the help of Miss Simpkins and her School for Seduction, they have one night to find out.
"So a cognomen." She tilted her head to one side. "Honey."
"Why?" It suited her. In the candlelight her hair was the color the honey made from bees that feasted on the moorland bushes near one of his estates.
"Because you and I know I can be sweet but not sickly?"
He bowed. "Then Honey it is. When I call you that I'm preparing to what I will call play. But it's not play as a child would indulge in. My play is hot, hard, and will push you to places you've never even dreamed of. Not yet though." He was gratified by the disappointment that suffused her face. "Honey," he used the term deliberately. "I assume you have yet to see a man's unclothed body, let alone experience love making in any form?"
"Sadly yes, but I'm more than ready to be shown, My Lord." Again the emphasis on his title. It seemed it was her way of conferring his authority over her. "I have heard to be fucked by an expert is everything a woman will want. I myself don't agree. I think I need other things as well." She blushed and put her hands to her cheeks. "I wish to be spanked and feel the sweet sting it brings."
His heart jumped and his skin tingled. Had she really said that? "Say it again. No don't look up. Untie your hair, and then put your hands in your lap."
He waited while she did as he asked and then she said distinctly, "I have heard it pleases you to spank your ladies. The though of this gives me strange feelings, good feelings, and I wish to experience it please."
"Then follow me. On your knees. Lift your skirt so it doesn't hinder you."
Was he pushing too hard too soon? She was untried, a virgin who knew naught in practice.
George walked to a slim door set in the paneling beside the fireplace and opened it. Very few people knew of this adjoining room's existence. Inside was a dominant's paradise. Conceived by certain gentlemen of a similar persuasion to him, and with their ladies input, it was designed as Molly put it, "As the perfect classroom."
Behind him he heard a gasp, a groan, and then an epithet, which he thought was "bloody skirts." He had to agree.
Lydia made her way toward him on hands and knees. She'd kilted the material around her waist, and to his delight her lower limbs flashed smooth and silky in the light. As she reached him she let her head fall forward and her hair streamed down to touch the floor.
"Ah, Honey, this is so perfect. Now let me help you up." He put his hands under her arms and helped her to her feet. "No, don't drop your skirts, let me feast my eyes on your quim as I intend to feast my mouth and my cock later." She bit her lip and moved her hand away from her waist. The downy blond muff now revealed shouted "shave me" to him. Later.
1. How did you start writing erotic romance?
By accident. I was talking to my crit group, and said Oh I think I'll write a historical romance about two women and a man. I had no idea where that came from. And they said, go on then we dare you. That was my first published book, Wallflowers Don't Wilt.
2. Plotter or pantster?
Pantster every time. I did try to plot once and ended up deleting 10k of the most stilted rubbish. I have a start and that's about it.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
Well as I'm writing this on holiday in sunny Barbados, a glass of Fizz, my sunglasses case and sun cream.
4. Favorite food?
Chocolate. (Ah...a woman after my own heart.)
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
Miss simpkins School is no ordinary school. It's where seduction's the game and success is the aim. She helps young ladies (and maybe gentlemen) to achieve what they want in life. Specifically partnerships and marriage. Why settle for less than everything? They way she goes about it is tailored to each person who asks for help. In this book, character wise, strangely enough it was George, the hero who really spoke to me. I'd thought the main interest would be Lydia, but George got under my skin in the best possible way. I love the way he works!
6. I write because ____...
I have no option.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
One with hidden depths. Usually even I don't know what they are at first, until he/she choses to open up and show me. It's like peeling away layers until they say, oh by the way…
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
Evidently, horn sex. (Livvy's Devil Dom) Or so I've been told. However there's a scene in The Price to Pay, where Raig is riding a fair ground ride that got me all hot and bothered. In Regencies, I think they're all sexy because they often had to improvise.
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Write as you can, not as you think you should. Never say, oh I can't write that because it's amazing how you do. It's hot, it's fun, and it's life. Oh and grow a thick skin.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon? The next book in this series, Miranda is well under way, and then I have a certain Dom shouting at me, and saying he's now prepared to talk once more. ( I have a feeling I was a bit disrespectful, so he shut up, and left me to stew.)
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A multi-published author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.