The Colorado Romance Writers Mystic Month of May Blog Hop (say that 5 times fast) continues with the fabulously talented (and adorable) Jenn LeBlanc! Take it away, Jenn.
HOORAY! HOORAY! The first of May! Outdoor intercourse starts today!!
I don’t know who first said this, or from whence it comes, but my Dad taught it to me when I was a kid. Yeah, like 5th or 6th grade. So though at the time I didn’t really understand it…perhaps it planted a seed and landed me where I am today, a touch on the side of randy.
But randy brought my heroes, Gideon and Perry to life. You’re welcome.
Gideon and Perry were born from a dream about a girl, three years ago March. The girl ran, for unknown reasons, she ran. She fell in the path of a powerful and a troubled man, one that ultimately became her salvation, and she his.
The fact is, these books have really been my life. At this point I don’t remember life without knowing Gideon and Perry. “Like a memory of you was born with me.” As it says in the book.
So I want to share with you some of my very favorite quotes and images from THE RAKE AND THE RECLUSE.
Samson’s grace and surefootedness at breakneck paces was the closest Roxleigh had ever come to some semblance of peace in his life. His head was never clearer, his nerves never calmer, and his mind never more unbound than when he rode Samson. He listened to the horse’s steady breathing, the exertion of his exhalations, and the steady beat of his hooves, punctuated by the swift silence of the jumps and the exclamation of the landing—like a staccato symphony.
Francine’s heart skipped a beat as she looked up the staircase that went to the upstairs parlor to find an impeccably dressed, younger version of Roxleigh leaning arrogantly against the balustrade. She waved at him nervously with just the tips of her fingers as she braced herself. This man wasn’t like his brother, she could see that much from the way he carried himself. This man was the quarterback, the prom king, Mr. Popular, the ever-elusive crush who didn’t know you existed, and here he was with her, giving her all of his attention.
His mouth teased at her nipple, gathering the intoxicating threads of energy. She felt his fingers unfurl and shift as his palm flattened against her, and she pushed back. Never in her life had she been closer to another human being. Never in her life had she been so naked, her emotions laid bare. The darkness intensified rather than softened. She felt her entire being on display for him, as though he were reaching in to stroke her very soul.
“I am ruined,” Francine said, standing tall, holding her hands out wide for inspection, tilting her chin up. “From my forehead to my toes, thoroughly ravished. This man,” she said, gesturing at Gideon, “lay me down in your field, and he ruined me. He took my—my maidenhead, and claimed my body as his, and I allowed him…My womb is for his children, my mouth is for his pleasure, my body is for his use alone,” she said proudly.”
Her heart stopped as the words drifted across her shoulder, and she turned slowly toward him, her side coming to rest against his solid chest. He should have moved to give her room. It would have been the proper thing to do. He didn’t. He did what a rake would do: he crowded her infinitely more by flexing the muscles that caged her to the window. “You…what?”
Her breathing caught the rhythm of the notes, her chest rising and falling in deep waves. He saw her knees tighten, her fingers curl into her skirts.
He built the crescendo, drawing the tension as far as he could before letting it drift softly back to earth. He closed his eyes and his body swayed. He felt the strain of the notes, pulled them into his gut then let them spiral through his veins, flowing back out to circle again toward him.
Thank you thank you thank you. A thousand times thank you, for taking my men and making them yours. For giving them a new life beyond me, and beyond my imagination. For caring for my ladies and taking their dreams and making them yours. For making this project live on. Thank You.
I am humbled.
Thank you for hosting me today Lia!! I hope my post was saucy enough to entertain your readers 😉
A bit about the books.
A woman out of time.
A man stifled by propriety.
A nemesis determined to take her away.
A brother to the rescue.
How will a powerful Duke deal with a woman who doesn’t know her place? How will a woman used to the 21st century survive in time where she is considered property?
Francine Larrabee woke up on the wrong side of the century. She was fairly certain she went to sleep in her own comfy bed, but she doesn’t quite seem to be there now. Only adding to her problems is that she has no voice, is constantly being glowered at by a large, stunning man who is obsessed with propriety, and she is apparently betrothed to another horrid little man, determined to ruin her, and any other girls that get in his way.
How does she find herself in the past, when she couldn’t even find herself in her present? How does a self sufficient businesswoman survive in a time when women were still considered property for the whole of their lives and what is she going to do with this man who draws her to him so fiercely.
Where to get the book:
THE RAKE AND THE RECLUSE
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The book is a six part serial novel, and the first part, FREEDOM, is available for FREE on iTunes and Amazon.
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