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.)
About the author:
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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.
I'm very amused you were dared because that's how I started writing erotic Christmas elves. LOL
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