Jul 3
Morning Loverlies,
Yes, it’s snippet Saturday! Snippet Saturday is hosted by the totally kick ass Lauren Dane. Today’s theme is “Is this a date?” and today’s excerpt is from my upcoming release Reign of Pleasure. Reign of Pleasure is about a disposed queen who’s indiscretions have finally caught up with her. In this scene she’s rediscovered who she is and the power inside of her that she had forgotten about. This story will be released from Ellora’s Cave but I don’t have a release date yet. Enjoy!
Darkness had fallen when Dominique woke me up so she could prepare me for dinner. Ignius’ household dressed formally for the last meal of the day, the same as court did.
I wore a red velvet dress with tiny jet pearls Dominique produced. The color complimented my skin tone and the neckline revealed a good deal of my bosom. Dominique did my hair carefully, as if I was a debutante before her first presentation instead of a semi-unwilling guest who was to have dinner with her lover.
She handed me off to another nameless servant and he led me to the dining room where his Sire sat waiting. Ignius stood as my escort seated me in a chair opposite his.
I should have known the dining room would be just as grand as the rest of Ignius’ home. He and I sat alone at either end of an ebony table large enough to seat twelve. Its burnished façade reflected the lavish chandeliers that hung above it, similar to the ones in the domnatoso.
The table was set with delicate bone china with blue etchings and gold inlay. The golden utensils shone as if they’d never seen a speck of food.
Ignius didn’t speak. He paid attention to the snifter in his hand. I assumed it was brandy. Whatever it was, it couldn’t have been a very good year because he would look at it, take a sip and frown as if it offended him.
Settling back in my chair, too nervous to attempt conversation, I, too, kept silent as we were served.
After stocking the steaming platters of food in the side buffet, the servants didn’t leave but stood unobtrusively, waiting until they were needed again.
Ignius continued to glare threateningly at the glass in his hand and I looked at my plate, wondering how I could eat when being in his presence dried the saliva in my mouth. Shrugging, I picked up my fork and pretended.
“You are well?”
The question came out of nowhere, startling me. The utensil in my hand clattered to my plate and I looked up to find Ignius staring at me over the length of the table.
“Yes, Ignius. I am well.” I was at a loss. The only time I had dealt with the man was when he was inside me.
As all ladies of the peerage, I’d been taught the fine art of dinner conversation, but what the hell did I say to a man that I had begged to make me come on more than one occasion?
“What did you call me?” He set down the glass and stood.
Heat suffused my face as I realized my mistake. At least he was no longer scowling at his drink. He had turned the fierce look on me. Well, there was nothing to be done about it now. I watched him traverse the length of the table until he was nearly at my side.
Lifting my chin, I took a bite, holding his gaze as my lips wrapped slowly around the fork. I took my time chewing, dabbed my lips with a napkin and placed it back in my lap.
“What. Did. You. Call. Me?” A muscle ticked in his jaw as he appeared to fight some sort of emotion.
Heat simmered through my veins settling between my thighs. “Ignius.” I drawled out every syllable of his name, my eyes never leaving his.
“Out.” The order was spoken softly, but the servants clambered to obey.
I stood, fully prepared to follow suit.
Ignius grabbed my shoulder. “Not you.”
My stomach clenched at his touch and the tone of his voice. I almost wished I hadn’t pushed him. Almost.
“What is my name?” he asked between clenched teeth as we stood toe to toe.
I don’t know what made me do it when I could see he barely held on to his temper. “Ignius.”
He sucked in a breath. With a powerful swipe of his arm, he swept my place setting to the floor, the shattering of glass and clattering of silverware extraordinarily loud in the silent room.
“What is my name?”
Even his display of temper couldn’t stop his given name from popping out of my mouth. “Ignius.”
Growling, he speared a hand through my hair, flattened the other against my back and turned me around and pushed me forward until I bent over the table at the waist.
Taking each one of my hands, he placed the palms flat against the table’s surface. “If you value your hide, you will not move.”
I attempted to control my breathing as he lifted my skirts. He bent over and picked something up off the floor, but I couldn’t see what. I gasped as the cold silver pressed against my skin of my hip as he cut the material of one side of my panties and then the other before letting the knife clatter back to the floor.
“What is my name?”
Air kissed the bare flesh of my bottom and I knew what would happen if I answered the question incorrectly.
Arousal slid down the insides of my thighs. My pussy empty and aching, I answered, “Ignius.”
I grunted as the first blow fell.
“What is my name?”
I braced my weight against the table and resisted the urge to wiggle my ass at him. “Ignius.”
Smack.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this week’s Saturday Snippet! You can read more Snippets below.
Jody Wallace
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Ashley Ladd
Apr 3
Morning Loverlies,
Yes, it’s snippet Saturday! Snippet Saturday is hosted by the totally kick ass Lauren Dane. Today’s theme is pets. You know the furry rascally member of one’s family.
My excerpt is from Seducing St. Nic and for those of you who’ve read it you probably remember Duchess, the real star of the story. What some of you might not know is that Duchess is based upon my own fat boy kitty man Toussaint. And yes, he’s just as sassy as Duchess and yes we’ve argued the way Barbara Jean and her Ducheess do. Only I’ve never called him a tart before.
Seducing St. Nic is available now and even though it is Christmas theme it’s truly a year around read. Hint. Hint. You can buy it at Ellora’s Cave or at Amazon.
I stayed up until two in the morning to wrap Duchess’ Christmas presents, all the while trying to convince myself that not only crazy cat ladies bought their cats presents. I knew if I went to sleep, it wouldn’t stop me from thinking about St. Nic because I’d dream of him. So instead, I found a dozen things that just had to be done.
Like putting up our stockings. A traditional-shaped one for me and a fishy-shaped one for Duchess. Hanging the half dozen or so bulbs Duchess had knocked off the tree during one of her flying squirrel imitations and decorating little gingerbread men.
But try as I might, thoughts of St. Nic were always on the edge my consciousness, just waiting for my first unguarded moment. Even the information my brother had shared with me earlier hadn’t stopped the pathetic hope I unwillingly clung to.
I don’t want St. Nic.
Of course you don’t, Bad BJ taunted. That is why your gingerbread men have fangs.
I looked down and, sure enough, two dozen little brown cookie people had eyes, noses and two pointy little teeth coming out of their smiling mouths.
“I have lost my mind.”
“Meow.”
I looked at Duchess, resentful at how agreeing her meow sounded. “At least I don’t think the tree is a monster that is trying to steal my soul, you judgmental tart.”
Closing my eyes, I counted to ten. Yes. I had just called my cat a tart. Gathering up the fanged cookies, I bit the head off one of them before tossing the rest in the trash and heading to bed.
I had just fallen asleep when I heard the knock at my front door. At first I thought of rolling over and going back to sleep, but remembering the only other time I had received a visitor this late made me get out of bed.
My eyes smarted and I prayed it wouldn’t be anyone delivering the same kind of news they had that long-ago morning when my parents had died.
Padding to the living room, I asked through the door, “Who is it?” I was half asleep and worried, not crazy. I lived in a decent neighborhood now, but I hadn’t always.
Until I knew who waited on other side of the door, I wasn’t opening it.
“Cypriano San Nicolo.”
Eyes wide, I looked at Duchess and could have sworn her little kitty mouth formed a moue of surprise as she returned my look. Or maybe she just yawned.
After pulling back the curtains to confirm my visitor’s identity, I opened the door and my heart nearly stopped beating as I took in the sight of St. Nic standing on my doorstep.
I guess I had been a good girl this year. Yes, Santa, you rock!
Even though the regular Snippet Saturday participants don’t have excerpts up about Pets, please feel free to visit them and read their past snippets. And no, just because I’m the only one with a Pet snippet that does not mean I’m a crazy cat lady.
Leah Braemel
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Eliza Gayle
Shelli Stevens
Lauren Dane
Shelley Munro
Jody Wallace
Taige Crenshaw
Eliza Gayle
Mari Carr
Elisabeth Naughton
Juliana Stone
Mar 29
Morning Loverlies,
Today’s Music Monday is going to be a tad different. Usually I bring you selections I like. Music that makes me happy or kick ass tunes I just discovered. Not today. So let me start with a little background. My bud Island Girl has 3 bratlets all under the age of 9 and like most bratlets they watch Disney and Nick. The other day Nick had it’s annual Kid’s Choice awards, they had forgotten about it so I DVR’d it for them. The next day Island Girl and I are sitting in the family room which is next to the bratlets playroom. We’re talking and the kids are watching the Kid’s Choice awards when I hear something familiar and just know I have to be mistaken. What do I hear?
I’m not going to lie. I like the song. I like the lyrics & I like the video. Does that make me a hypocrite? Hell no, let’s be real. This is an adult song about adults doing adult things. There’s absolutely no fucking way it belonged on the KID’S Choice Awards. So who messed up? Who forgot there’d be impressionable youth in the audience that would hear and possibly later listen to, download and/or watch the video with the following oh so not child appropriate lyrics;
Come here rude boy, boy, can you get it up?
Come here rude boy, boy, is you big enough?
Take it, take it, baby, baby.
Take it, take it, love me, love me.
Seriously? This is what we think of our children and their innocence. And no, this one can’t be blamed on the parents’. As far as they knew their children were watching CHILDREN’S programming. Not some chick singing about a guy’s dick size and whether he could get it up or not. Seriously? So I emailed Nick. I would like some answers. Did they truly think it was an appropriate song choice or did Rhianna sneak it in? Or did they just not care? Either way, I think all the adults involved owe the children and parents an apology.
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