Monday, January 20, 2014

Tempt me with your kisses

“I meant what are you doing here in Southampton? Did you follow me here? Did you want to tempt me with your kisses and body?”

Claire blushed bright red. She was fuming that he would think of her like this. “Me? Follow you? You are the one who followed me here. I have had this visit planned since November last year. I heard from your uncle that you came here two weeks early. And you are the one who keeps kissing me every time we meet!”

“I came here earlier to get away… You begged to be kissed!” Mr. Davies was red with anger too.

“You kissed me in Madley Lodge’s library when I felt faint, and then forced your kisses on me at the ball and in your townhouse. I should have believed Mr. Vickers when he said your manner towards women was most dissolute.”

“Vickers? You took an eager interest in that scoundrel! And what were you doing in my bedchamber if you were not trying to seduce me? Do not tell me I forced my kisses on you! You enjoyed them as much as I did.”

“We did not discuss you. He just mentioned that he had known you since childhood but he distanced himself from you because of your womanising ways. I told you I took a wrong turn when I entered your bedroom.” No way would Claire confess she had spied on his private room, trying to confirm the scene she had seen in the crystal ball, or that she had enjoyed his kisses.

“Womanising ways? How can you believe him? He is the one who seduced innocent maids, who went whoring, gambling and drinking in Cambridge. If you need proof, just ask anyone in Warwick Abbey and the neighbouring villages.”

“I did not believe him until recently, until you started kissing me whenever you liked.”

“I only kissed you because you provoked me. And who was the one who pretended to be a fortune teller? You lied to many people, including my sister.”

“I am a fortune teller, with talent you would not understand. Anyway, I do not have to stay here and listen to you.”

You can continue reading in Clairvoyeur.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Steamy Darcy giveaways

I'm giving away one copy of The Angel Sees Grey: Pleasure and Punishment for Mr. Darcy at SteamyDarcy.

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Book detail:

A steamy, bold and erotic paranormal story that re-paints Jane Austen’s characters in urban fantasy colours.

When avenging angel Elizabeth mistakenly whips one honest billionaire Darcy on earth because she confuses the colour of grey and charcoal, her boss sent her down from heaven as a punishment to serve Darcy for one earth life.

Darcy wakes up to find himself with wounds possibly sustained in a kinky sex game he has no memory of. When Nurse Bennet arrives, looking similar to the woman he last remembers before his injury, Darcy suddenly develops lusty thoughts about his private nurse.

With the power struggle in heaven between two gods and his nude photo in the tabloid, Darcy finds himself wanting to get Elizabeth in his bed and deal her all sort of kinky punishment.

Does Darcy only lust after Elizabeth or does he have deeper feeling for her? Will the dark forces push Darcy to his beastly urges and hurt Elizabeth?

Warning: This title contains explicit sexual content, angels, demons, BDSM, whips, ropes, hot wax and a bit of mystery. It is not suitable for Jane Austen’s purists.

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Crystal Palace

A random free read:

The image on screen changed to a large, handsome stone building, standing well on rising ground, and backed by a ridge of high woody hills. And in front, a stream of some natural importance was swelled into greater, but without any artificial appearance. Then the camera focused to the crystal palace deep in the woods behind the building, to a man in traditional clothing, cravat, breeches and all, caressing the crystal throne chair.

It was Mr. Darcy, dressed like a Regency hero!

“If only you could bring me to my destiny, a woman of character and strength.” The 1821 Mr. Darcy murmured.

Elizabeth darted her eyes to the modern Mr. Darcy by her side, then back to the ancient Mr. Darcy and to this Mr. Darcy in a body suit.

“Is this a pre-recorded April Fool's joke?” No way could someone from Regency or Victorian England be so scientifically advanced.

He shook his head. “I am eight and thirty in 1821, with immense wealth and a noble mien. Mothers and women in London and the Continent court my attention. But no one interests me with their wit and character.”

“Vain and proud!”

 “Yes, vanity is a weakness indeed. But pride, where there is a real superiority of mind, pride will be always under good regulation.”

She rolled her eyes.

You can continue reading from Crystal Palace, a short story in Prince Darcy's Private Eye.
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