Tuesday 31 May 2016

The fabulous Faberge is here...


So are L'Wren, Hawk and the Doves...


L’Wren, Hawk And The Doves….



L'Wren? Hawk? Doves?
Who/what/why?

L’Wren came to me first just as a name which seems to be a genuinely acceptable version of Lauren, the feminine of Lawrence, both of which derive from the Latin word for a bay tree.
Bay leaves are green, of course, so L’Wren had to be green too didn’t she?
There it was then, a blank page with the name of a green girl on it…

Hawk just swooped in - well, he would swoop wouldn’t he? He was plainly in some sort of juxtaposition to L’Wren based on his name alone - a wren being a tiny songbird, small, and brown whereas a hawk is a big fearsome, noble thing.
Opposites attract though, so I went with a bit of gender stereotyping. L’Wren stayed female while Hawk became very male.
And the most male thing a boy can do is… be a starship captain! Then he gained the first name Saker, which is an Arabic word meaning falcon.
You could argue that his name translates as Hawk Hawk? But I'd get upset if you did.

The Doves flew into the title as already having two very different birds flapping about in my head I realised that there were some more. The conflict aspect that sprang to mind of having a hawk and a wren seemed to be calling out for a peaceful resolution... hence doves were required. However, I shifted the conflict to a different planet and decided that my doves would also be from another world. Their role then grew until they were interplanetary peace-keepers, flying in to resolve a conflict that had proved all but impossible to deal with.

So.... what's it all bout?
Well, it's really just a standard boy meets girl who both meet boy and girl who might be girl and boy while boys and girls fight it out over boys being boys and girls being girls thing.... in space.
Simple.
Well, maybe – I wanted to challenge preconceptions about a number of things.
It's a daft idea that gender and sexuality are a social constant across the universe so my two worlds in L'Wren, Hawk and the Doves have totally different views on the subject.
I'll let you read the book to find out what the twist on the Dove's home planet of Turacoena is (no spoilers here) but the war, on the planet Ourania, that the doves are seeking to bring an end to is all about gender.
Ourania is divided by gender, with rigid social and geographical structures in place. Gender is everything yet sexuality, because of this, is flexible. Within their respective social and geographical confines homosexuality is the norm and outside heterosexuality is expected.
It makes total sense on Ourania, trust me.
Into the mix comes the relationship between L'Wren and Hawk. They each have a past, and a future, and the Doves, with their innate empathy, bring challenges that neither of them expects.
And the Doves themselves – well, they have their own past and a secret they need to keep.






If your emotions could be felt by another, if the desires you kept hidden were revealed and reflected back on you would you deny and control those needs?
And if sexuality and gender aren't what they seem does it change who you are?

A snippet – L'Wren ponders her feelings for Hawk and the emotions arising from meeting the Dove, Anchises:

It had been hard sitting next to Hawk in the briefing room with the Turacoenan opposite. She’d wanted to just get her hands and mouth on Hawk and take up where they’d left off before they’d docked at Halo Five. Mission protocol was always a challenge, but this time it was even harder.
Maybe the presence of Anchises hadn’t helped. He was undoubtedly a beautiful specimen of a man. He was totally masculine, yet there was a subtle androgyny about him. She found him really quite intriguing, particularly the femininity aspect. His mouth, the softness of his lips. Their shape took her a long way back, to her first-ever kiss—and that had been with a girl. Would kissing Anchises be like kissing her schoolgirl crush? She’d never kissed another girl since, but the thought had crept into her fantasies now and then. Once it had even found its way into her imagination as she’d been in the throes of passion with Hawk. The fleeting image of Hawk being replaced by a girl as he’d so diligently applied his lips and tongue had not been unwelcome. Perhaps a girl might be more gentle yet insistent. She might know when to move from…there to…there then…oh, there.
Not that she’d told him, of course. Maybe one day she might share that with him. One day.
Anchises wasn’t quite as tall as Hawk, but both men were plainly fit and firm—and hot. She was physically attracted to him, as well as emotionally, and that had surprised her. Her thoughts had wandered to kissing Anchises’ feminine mouth while Hawk took her and sated the desire that still made itself known in the warmth of her pussy.
This wasn’t going to be easy. She needed a kiss and to come, at the very least.


L'Wren, Hawk and the Doves is on general release 31st May from Pride Publishing
Catch up with Faberge on –



#TT the eyes





Would it be kinder just to walk away. Let her go.
Forget everything they had.
Maybe.
He knew he wouldn’t. Not now, not yet.
Instead he lurked. Ready. Waiting.
Until…
It was time to declare his love.
Tal began to move.

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 Kim had the itch.
 The one that meant something was about to happen.
She pushed her glasses up her nose. For the umpteenth time wondered where her lenses were. She was damned sure she’d left them in their box by the bathroom sink.
They weren’t there when she got up.
Now sixteen hours later, she was tired, irritable and sick of squinting.
The specs were well out of date.
‘You look so cute, petal when you wrinkle your nose like that.”
 That voice. That bloody infuriating voice.
Kim spun round so fast her glasses lost contact with her nose and slid of her face.
 He caught them, one handed and bowed.
“You need to get these fixed.”
 “Or find my lenses which seem to have mysteriously disappeared.”
 “I like you naked apart from your specs.”
 “And I like you naked with…”  Kim stared at his deep piercing green eyes
“Tal you bastard you’ve got my lenses in.”

“Oops. Busted.”

Monday 30 May 2016

#mondayguest Fiona Miers brings us Lady Charlotte's Marquess


Hi everyone and welcome to my #mondayguest.

It's bank holiday here in the UK, so of course it's grey and cloudy.

Hopefully my guest today will brighten things up a bit for us all.

Please welcome Fiona Miers and Lady Charlotte's Marquess




Lady Charlotte’s Marquess
By Fiona Miers
Book 2 in ‘The heir and a spare’ series
Blurb:
Lady Charlotte is a Duke’s daughter to her very bones. She has everything her heart desires, except for the love that she secretly craves. A child of an ugly, planned marriage, she dreads the union that her parents have and swears never to marry for anything less that perfect love.
But that seems unlikely when she lives in a world of rogues, and callous gentleman. No-one is good enough for her and she will not give herself to anyone who is unworthy. Even if her brother’s friend Archie is mysterious and handsome, drawing her attention like no other.
Archibald Turner’s life took a swift turn at the tender age of eighteen when he learnt a horrific fate had settled on his brother, and Archie himself would inherit his father’s title. One of the famed ‘Spares’- he did not want the responsibility of his father’s mantle. However, duty called and he turned himself into the most perfect version that he possibly could, dreading the day fate will deliver the ugly blow.
The one thing he can’t control is his love for the strong, audacious Lady Charlotte. She makes him yearn for a future that isn’t his for the taking; and yet, when she starts to show him favour, the impossible starts to become possible and the dreams the Archie has suppressed for so long, swim into his life in bold, vivid color. 

Excerpt:
They were barely kissing yet they breathed the same air, slowly they resurfaced.
“What happened?”
“We gave each other pleasure.” He explained, his eyes closed, his head still spinning like a top. “Women have pleasure the same as men do, I believe. It’s just that not everyone knows to try to achieve it.”
Archie forced his eyes open and took in the beautiful view of her face still flushed from her orgasm. He carefully withdrew his hand from between her thighs and gently pulled the skirts down to cover her legs. She had beautiful legs. Maybe next time she’d let him kiss her in all the places he had just touched with his fingers. Archie shook his head to dislodge the arousing image, where had that thought come from? Next time? There couldn’t be a next time for them. If he couldn’t marry her, not that she would have him he reminded himself, then he had to stop these encounters. If she was compromised, he would have to offer to marry her and then she would hate him for deceiving her. That would be like hell on Earth for him, having Charlotte be his wife and yet live with her despising him. He was literally between a rock and a hard place. He couldn’t imagine either scenario working.
“We should go back to the ballroom.” Archie gently pushed Charlotte from his lap and stood up next to her. The wetness in his breeches was cold and he cringed at the discomfort. He must go home to change instantly. He could not stay in soiled linen, what would his valet think? Archie shuddered to think. He pulled his jacket together and did up the buttons to cover the darkened material.
Charlotte sighed heavily. “I can’t believe you did that to me with no practice.”
Archie struggled to keep the smug grin inside himself as he took her hand and placed it on his elbow.
“Well you had no practice and had no problem with me,” he told her as calmly as possible. Inside he was doing a little jig but he didn’t want her to know that. He had to tell her that this would be the last time they could play with each other and he was suddenly worried how she would take it.
Charlotte laughed musically.
“Perhaps we could meet again next week at Lady Dotherington’s ball?” She suggested, squeezing his forearm firmly.
Archie ached to say that he would love nothing more than to repeat tonight’s experience, but he knew that getting any more involved with Charlotte would be a problem.
“Perhaps not Charlotte.” He told her gently patting her hand reassuringly.
“Why ever not?”
Archie looked down into Charlotte’s bright blue eyes and knew he was going to have to be harsher than he wished.
“Because we can’t be caught, and if we continue to meet like this then eventually we will be.”
Charlotte sighed as they stepped through the door and moved over to a mirror in the sitting room. She surveyed herself critically in the dim light. Her immaculate hair was slightly mussed but not completely undone and her gown was slightly rumpled but not too much of a problem. Her face however could not be shinier or more alive.
“Archie, I am not interested in trying to trap you into marriage. I know that you are probably the only man in London who fits my criteria,” Charlotte began, holding up her hand to stall Archie when he opened his mouth to speak,
“However I also want someone who wants to marry me, and you don’t?”
Archie swallowed uncomfortably, unable to lie after his senses had been totally obliterated, he just nodded. God strike him down, he was a fool.
About the Author:
Fiona Miers has a super busy life, like most modern women, but always finds time for reading and writing romance. Her love affair with the romance genre started when she was only 11 years old, when her mother, and nana, handed her, her first mills and boon.
Since then she's built her own business, become a mother to two beautiful little girls, and fallen in love with the most spectacular man on the planet. (JMHO)
Fiona writes MF contemporary and historical romance, writing more erotic stories under the pen name Tamsin Baker.
Thank you for reading this, and hopefully you'll love reading about her characters as much as she loved creating them.

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Sunday 29 May 2016

#SexySnippets With a discussion about how to set the scene...


Welcome to seven sentences from a book or WIP

#SexySnippets



This is where I'd usually put a cover. But even though this book is up on preorder,  on Amazon uk here  .com  here  and kobo  here  as yet it is coverless... (cue le sigh) 

But I do have the blurb...

Secrets never stay buried for long…
Reluctant heiress Lady Morven Weston is tired of her mother interfering in her love affairs. At twenty-six there’s only so many more society balls she can attend before resigning herself to life as an unmarried maid.
But when Lord Fraser Napier, the man Morven ran wild with one long, hot summer, returns to Scotland, his shocking revelations change everything. Fraser never annulled their whirlwind marriage all those years ago!

Preparing to take up his ancestral seat, Fraser’s not letting go of his secret bride that easily – he needs an heir. It’s only a matter of time before Morven surrenders to Fraser’s seductive touch and finds herself in his bed…
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and, I do have your #SexySnippets...
~Her loosened hair curled around her shoulders and teased her nipples, as she sat back against the pillows and watched him bright eyes and avid. ‘What is holding you?’
He looked down at his throbbing cock and smiled wryly. ‘He is, or was, but now? Nothing except my desire to make everything perfect. Sadly I have no wine or flowers, no music playing in the background. All I have is my body with which to worship you.’~

Catch the other #SexySnippets ~here~
Happy reading,
love  R x