New York Times bestseller Connie Mason and I have been collaborating on a couple novels already this year--SINS OF THE HIGHLANDER and LORD OF FIRE AND ICE. Now we have a new release called LORD OF DEVIL ISLE! It's a Georgian set story with plenty of steamy romance, smuggling and a major Revolutionary War incident rolled into the mix. Here's a short excerpt:
Lord of Devil Isle
Nicholas reached over to brush an errant lock of hair from Eve’s cheek, but she shied like a whipped pup.
“Easy, lass,” he said, as he tucked the strand behind her ear. Her cheek was soft, but lightly grained with salt from her time in the sea. “Check your bearings. You’re safe now.”
Nicholas opened his sea trunk and pulled out a dry shirt. He thought about offering her one, but she’d been given an opportunity to find dry clothes and dismissed it. Besides, she was now thoroughly engulfed in his heavy oilskin coat. Pity. He’d have enjoyed the show till the muslin dried.
“I’m deeply grateful for your assistance this night, and in truth, I’ve never seen such a reckless display of courage. Nevertheless,” she said primly, “you owe me an apology, Captain.”
“Indeed? For what offense?”
Her cheeks flamed. “For kissing me without permission.”
He laughed. “That was hardly a kiss, lass. It just seemed a shame to waste a pair of lips at the time.”
He considered her for a moment. Fashion favored a little pink bow of a mouth, but this wench’s red lips were a wide, full ribbon, slanting sensually across her oval face.
Nick decided little pink bows were overrated.
He leaned forward, bracing himself on the arms of her chair. “Now this,” he said simply, “is a kiss.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but it only made his job easier. He slanted his lips over hers, capturing her with ease. She was rigid with surprise at first, but he expected that. He also fully expected the way her mouth softened under his in the next heartbeat. Her lips were dusted with sea salt, but he slid his tongue past them to search out the honey inside.
Damn, she was sweet. She made some noises, but they didn’t sound like the usual moans of pleasure he coaxed from his mistress. He tried to tease her tongue into chasing his back into his mouth, but she played coy.
Her hands found his chest, raking her nails across his skin.
Encouraged, he deepened the kiss.
And then the little minx grasped a few of the dark hairs that whorled around his nipples and yanked them out!
“Ow!” He jerked away from her, rubbing his chest.
“The next time you force something into my mouth without my permission, I will bite it off,” she promised with an evil glare.
Hope you enjoyed this taste of Lord of Devil Isle. It's available for your Kindle right now and will be formatted for Nook within the next few days.
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