I’m delighted to participate in BDSM Book Reviews’ second birthday party, and give to you a very spicy excerpt from my best-selling vampire historical, Temptation in Tartan. It’s over 90,000 hot, sexy words—plenty to satisfy the most voracious reader. One of you will be lucky enough to win a free ebook copy! Just leave a comment to qualify. Contest ends tonight at midnight.
Here’s the blurb:
She had to marry a monster…
Rumors had followed the chieftains of Clan Kilborn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.
But English noblewoman Lydia Swann Williston would marry Kieran, Laird Kilborn, to bring peace to the Kilborn lands after the horror of Culloden and the brutal pacification. A widow, she also brought needed wealth to Clan Kilborn. For her part, eighteen-year-old Lydia wanted children. With her husband killed at Culloden, she would make a new life in the Highlands.
The old chieftain of Clan Kilborn also died in battle, and she hoped that the new young Laird would lack his ancestors’ ferocity.
She was wrong.
And here’s the excerpt—hope you like it! The set-up is that two clanswomen, one the Laird’s Lady, have defied Laird Kieran’s orders. Kieran prefers to be obeyed and enforces his will with the kind of discipline many of us know well.
Kicking the door closed, he flung her onto the bed. She landed in a dizzying tumble of skirts, but before she could compose herself, he’d seized her arms and pulled her upright.
“Take off yer clothes.”
She stared at him.
“Take off every stitch or I’ll cut ‘em off ye.” He pulled a small knife from his boot. The sharp silver blade glinted.
Her head spinning, she thought she’d faint but managed to remain upright. She tugged off her gloves and, with quivering hands, fumbled at the laces of her bodice. He leaned against the bedpost, watching her with cold onyx eyes, the eyes of an angry stranger, the same stranger who’d killed the MacReiver.
Her fingers simply couldn’t work the ties and she watched, frozen stiff in place, as Kier stepped toward her, his knife gleaming.
The tip raised toward her chin, then came down, decisively ripping through the laces. Her bodice opened, revealing her stays.
“Lydia.” His tone carried warning.
She tried again. The stays proved to be even more difficult.
Another slash of that wicked knife, and another. The stays, cut at each shoulder, dropped to her hips. He ripped them off her.
She stood in her shift, knees weak, but with every muscle alert and tight.
“Lydia…” His voice was hard, hard as the member thrusting against the front of his trews.
Hard as her nipples had become in the cool air.
She was not aroused. She couldn’t be! Yet, a telltale stickiness gummed her thighs together.
Her limp fingers strayed to the ribbon tying the neck of her chemise. She fumbled at it. Her hands dropped. The shining knife’s tip winked a moment before Kieran set it into the shift at its top. He cut it off her, the knife sliding through the thin pink silk with a hiss.
She stood before him naked but for her garters, stockings and boots.
He threw the knife and it thwacked into the wooden bedpost. Boneless, she dropped onto the bed.
“Take off yer shoon.”
When she was done, he hauled her to her stockinged feet and, turning her away, tethered her wrists to the upper rail of their bed.
She was stretched high, her toes barely touching the floor, her knees bumping their mattress. Horribly exposed, yes, but her lifted breasts ached for his touch. He ran a gloved hand down her quivering body, and she moaned from the pleasure of it, anticipating relief regardless of his threatening mien.
He pinched her nipple, searched between her legs. He caressed the moisture there, and she pushed against him. When he pulled away, she groaned in protest.
This was not so different from the twists and turns that their lovemaking occasionally took…had he forgotten her punishment? She allowed herself to relax, closing her eyes and tipping her head back, enjoying the sweep of her long hair against her naked back.
His gloved hand swatted her exposed buttocks, fierce as a whip. The shock of it sank into her a moment before the burn began. Shock and sizzle… Though he’d spanked her rear before, she realized he’d been holding back.
“Ye understand why I must do this, don’t ye?” His fingers roved across her stinging bottom, delved into her crack, circled her rosette.
Swallowing her gasp, she said, “Yes, I do. But…”
“But what?” Each word was punctuated by a slap.
She squirmed. “Your power as laird…what of mine as your, as your…?” What was she? Lady Laird? Lairdess? Surely not.
“Lydia, look at me.” Holding her hips, he turned her around. Gone was the stranger. Kieran, her husband, had returned and he spoke with authority. “Your influence as my wife and consort willna be diminished. I promise ye, any man or woman who disobeys ye risks the pillory or worse. See here.”
He untied her and wrapped a plaid around her naked body, then urged her to through the door. “Get ye gone,” he snapped to a group of the curious who’d clustered outside in their hall. They scattered.
He took her to the window opposite, which overlooked the courtyard, and stood behind her so she could see. He leaned against her, forcing her forward over the deep embrasure. His cock pressed against her tender bottom cheeks. She wanted to be worthy of her birth and rank, but was quivering from a strange brew of dread and desire.
His orders had been obeyed, and Moira was bent over a barrel with her arms and head locked in the pillory. Her skirts were rucked up around her waist, with her naked buttocks exposed. They were already red with weals, with five distinct welts marking each thigh, as Kier had demanded.
As Lydia watched, one of the clanswomen spat in Moira’s face, then slapped her. “And stay away from me man!”
“She isna popular,” Kieran said.
“Except with some.” A line of grinning guards had formed behind Moira. Most had their trews open and were fondling their parts while they watched others use her. As one left, another began.
Kier leaned out of the window. “Know this!” His voice echoed through the bailed, and all activity below stopped. Heads craned to regard them and to hear their laird’s latest orders. “I have been merciful this one time. Anyone who endangers my lady or emperils her in any way will be severely punished.”
“But don’t get that one pregnant!” He pointed at Moira, and the watchers shouted with laughter.
One of the guards approached her naked posterior, tugging on his big, curved penis, which grew ever more distended. Lydia gasped. “He’s huge.”
“Aye, Bod an Deamhain, we call him. Duncan’s got the devil’s own cocky.”
She craned her head to regard Kier, disgusted. “You sound…admiring.”
He chuckled. “We males measure ourselves by our parts, ye know?”
Below, Duncan punched his devilishly large shaft into Moira’s swollen quim.
“He’s…he’s raping her!”
“Nay,” Kieran said. “Moira isna chaste. She gives her favors freely to the guards. Watch.”
Moira grunted loud enough for Lydia to hear, and pushed back against Duncan with cries that spoke of pleasure rather than pain. He swived her vigorously before he pulled out and came, spurting thickly on her reddened arse. The onlookers cheered.
Lifting the plaid, Kier ran gloved hands over Lydia’s trembling body…
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Here’s a little about the author:
Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written over sixteen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.
A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing another vampire tale and planning her next trip.
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