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I am a writer from the UK and I have stories published with Melange Books, LLC, DCL Publications and All Romance ebooks LLC. I write in various genres. Anything from fantasy and paranormal to historical. I have stories about pirates, highwaymen and knights and I hope to be able, via excerpts, to give you a […]

Lord Devilment
A Spicy Historical Romance
“Hand over your watch, and those gaudy rings glistening on your fingers.”
Jonah cursed under his breath, but removed the watch, and two of the rings.
Saxon took them. “There is a third ring. Take it off, and give it to me.”
“The ring is tight. I doubt I can get it off.”
Saxon doubted […]

“Robert, why do you look at me so?”
He tore his eyes away from her cleavage and deliberately stared at the floor. Then she suddenly touched his arm with her hand.
“I think you are a wonderful man. Perhaps you are the most wonderful man in the world.”
He forced himself to keep looking at the floor. “Oh, there are better men than me, methinks. Now, I think I should leave you alone. I merely wished to see how you were.”
“That is because you are kind and thoughtful. You just called me, your lady.”
“I am sorry, I shall nay do it again.”
“But, I liked the sound of it. I like you, Robert. We used to be so close when we were younger.”
He sighed. “Aye, we were close.” He looked at her hand as she squeezed his, far larger, hand.
“Stop looking down. Look up into my eyes.”
“Nay.”
“Why not? Are they so horrible?”
He looked into her eyes then. “God, nay, they are beautiful. I told you that years ago but you thought I was teasing you.”
She smiled. “You are good and kind. Morven is bad and cruel. Robert, I want you to undo the harm that he has done to me. I want you to erase him from my mind and body. Will you do that for me?”
His brows drew together. “Leonora, what are you asking me to do?”
“I am asking you to love me. I want you to couple with me.”
His jaw almost dropped to the floor. “I can nay do that to you. You are sick and vulnerable. What sort of a man would that make me?”
“I am not sick. I am just a little bruised. I beg you, do this for me. Robert, do you care for me?”
“Aye, I care greatly about you.”
“Good, because I care for you too.”
She put her arms around his neck and her, partially exposed, breasts pressed against his chest. She was the most adorable creature and he desired her so much, but he knew he should not take her.
“Love me tonight. Your love will be the balm to my bruised body and battered soul. Come the morn, I shall be healed and I shall shed no more tears.”
“But, Leonora.”
“I prefer Leona.” She pressed her fingers to his lips. “No buts, Robert. I need this from you. Please, do not let me down. I want you to couple with me, and I want you to love me.”
Robert was torn between his conscience and his heated desire for Leonora. For a long while, he just stared into her eyes, but then she moistened her finger with her tongue and ran it over his lips. That tiny little action was so sensual.
“Your lips look so much harder than they really are. They are soft to touch. Robert, will you kiss me?”
He swallowed. “Can you not see that this is wrong? You will hate me if I do this, and the last thing I want is for you to hate me again.”
“That is nonsense. I shall not hate you. Truly, I shall thank you, and I ask only that you do it once.”
“You ask too much for I…” His words dried up as she suddenly knelt up in bed and pulled her night-shift over her head.
Robert felt his throat go dry as he stared at Leonora’s naked body. Her breasts were enticingly large whilst her waist was slim and her belly flat. He frowned at the assortment of bruises, wishing again that he had been able to kill Morven.
Her face fell. “Oh, dear, you do not like what you see.”
Shaking his head, he reached out with his right hand and gently stroked the purple tissue on her belly. “He hurt you, Leona. I wish him eternal damnation for that.” She placed her hand on top of his hand and smiled.
“Robert, my flesh will heal faster than my mind, methinks, but you can aid my recovery by loving me.”
“I may hurt you. God, you are covered in bruises.” He ran his left hand over her breasts. “He even hit you here.”
“Your touch takes away the pain.”
“You should never have to feel pain.”
“Pain is a part of life. A woman feels pain when she pushes a child from her womb. Sometimes, ‘tis necessary.”
“That was nay necessary,” Robert said, staring at the worst of the bruising on her belly. “Morven is a sadistic bully who needs punishing.” She leant forward and kissed him on the lips. His restraint was crumbling rapidly to dust.
“I caused you awful pain. I stabbed you with a very dirty sword.”
“Aye, you did, but I forgive you.”
“Will you show me your wound? I wish to see if ‘tis healing well.”
Robert stood and tugged his shirt over his head. Staring at his torso, Leonora got off the bed and stood before him. Her hands began to stroke the powerful muscles of his chest. “I thought you wished to look at my wound.”
“Nay, I just wanted to see you without a shirt on. ‘Twas a ploy, and it worked.”
He chuckled. “What a conniving woman you are.”
“I can be, when I want something, and I want you.

Historical Romance

3 Flames

The midshipman looked dashing in his uniform and she felt drawn to him,

and that was why she had agreed to take a stroll with him in the

gardens. But, the gardens had only too quickly led them the barn.

He smiled thinly. “What is wrong with being in here? Would you rather I

have you in the manor house? I fear that in there we would run the risk

of being heard or seen by your father.” He gave a deep belch. “I suppose

it would not matter if he did discover us. After all, my elder brother

has already finalised the purchase of the estate. The manor house now

belongs to him. ‘Tis a shame that your father got himself into such

financial difficulties and had to lose everything. A once powerful man

brought so low. Ah well, such is life, for he is but one of many

gamblers who never knew when to stop.”

She turned to leave. “I should go. It was foolish to come in here with

you. I was not thinking clearly.” She had not expected him to grab her

arm. “How dare you! Let me go at once!”

“You don’t really want me to let you go. Women like me, wench. What is

there to dislike? Consider yourself fortunate to be in my company.”

“Do not call me wench. I am Lady Iona Irvington.”

He rubbed his eyes and swayed slightly. “Right now, I need a woman,

wench. You are a woman.”

His hold on her arm intensified. He held her fast. His eyes had taken on

the look of frosted glass, and she realised that he most likely wasn’t

even focussing on her properly. “You have been drinking.”

“Of course I’ve been drinking. I drank the night away with my brother.

We didn’t even get to bed and I had another half bottle of brandy with

breakfast. I am well topped up, wench.”

“You don’t sound that drunk. You even sound sober.”

He laughed harshly. “We hold our drink well. ‘Tis a family trait.” He

belched again. “I’ve lost whole days, and nights,” he chuckled. “Wenches

have come up to me and thanked me for giving them a bloody good time.

The thing is, half the time I didn’t remember fucking them, and I

certainly never remembered names. Women are good for only three things.

Fucking, cooking and cleaning, and they don’t need names to do that.”

Her jaw dropped. “You conceited chauvinist.” His response to that was to

slam her against his rock hard chest and give her a very bruising kiss.

She tried to push away, but he held her fast.

“Wench, you came in here of your own free will. I saw the way you looked

at me when I arrived here yesterday evening. It was the way all women

look at me, and I do mean all women. Even grannies give me a second

glance. Why shouldn’t they? I’m everything a woman could desire. I am

tall, dark, handsome and I’ve got a big cock.”

“In addition to that you are an arrogant, overbearing, conceited dandy.”

“You liked what you saw. I know you did. You eyed me up and down and you

licked your lips and pouted.”

“I did not mean to encourage you.”

“I’ve seen those signs hundreds of times before. Wenches in every port

look at me the way you did this morning. The dairy maid gave me the same

look a half hour ago. If I can remember, I’ll have her after I’ve had

you.”

“You shall not have me. I must leave immediately. I have no wish to be

in the company of a drunken sot.” She observed the muscles bunch up in

his jaw, and the next instant he kissed her throat as his hand delved

into her bodice and groped a breast. Suddenly, her fear turned into

excitement. He was a handsome man. Likely the most handsome man she had

ever seen. She wondered if his body would be every bit as glorious as

his face. She realised that she truly wanted to find out.

“I will have you, and you cannot stop me.”

“Nay, I do not think I can. Sir, you are a rake.”

“I know, and maybe that is why you are drawn to me. Wench, I shall ask

you this. Do you want me to stop?”

“Aye, I do.” In response, he stood back and raised a dark eyebrow. It

made him look so dashing.

“That is a damn lie. You want me.”

“Very well, I admit that I want you, but only if you agree to court me

afterwards. I must have that commitment from you.”

“Why the hell not? Aye, I’ll court you.