Whenever I work on my contemporary books, I almost always try to slip in a quickie in a very public and crowded place. Which isn't all that hard when you come from a city like Toronto. Let me see there's: Cherry Beach, Humber Park, sheltered parking lot of Yorkdale Mall, and a that's only amount of places one could have an indiscretion or two.
However, when working on my Pleasure Garden Follies series, I decided to have a scene take place in an open park that was quite popular with the public for a number of reasons. Can you tell I'm a fan of these? Do you have a favorite location for your characters, or do you have a particular spot you'd love to be featured in a quickie?
I'd like to take a moment to share one of those reasons with an excerpt from my debut erotic historical romance Scandal at Vauxhall.
Nathaniel
reached the entrance lined with ancient oak trees and hedges. What will it
take to convince her that we belong together? He turned his head side to
side, noting the sparseness of people occupying the park. With any luck, he
would catch her before the maze.
Proceeding
along, he halted by a bench where a couple affectionately held hands,
completely engaged in their own seduction, when he discovered an odd shadow
opposite of them. Intrigue and his swollen cock led him on, curious to see if
the shape belonged to Isabel. And if it did, what in the world she was doing?
He
closed in, quietly taking cover behind a tree. A smirk crossed his lips as he
watched the woman spying on the intimately involved pair.
There
had not been a moment these last twenty-four hours when the duchess did not
occupy his thoughts. He dreamt of disrobing her out of those ridiculous layers
of clothing, palming those beautiful round breasts, giving them the proper attention
they required. Then, he would bury his face between her silken thighs, delving
into her slick folds, edging her closer and closer to ecstasy as her eventual
release shook him to the core.
Nathaniel
shifted slightly to adjust the bulge in his breeches when he stepped on a twig,
snapping it. The splintering wood drew the woman’s attention in his direction.
Attempting to conceal his location, he moved into the shade, where he could not
be found. Nevertheless, he had finally found her. The devil take it! Isabel,
of all people, stood there, observing the couple lying down.
Nathaniel
approached cautiously, to avoid alarming the duchess, until he stood behind
her. She turned to face him, with shock splashed across her face. He locked her
wrists above her against the trunk, leaving her nowhere to escape his assault
of tender kisses. Lowering his head, he nipped at her lobe and dragged his
tongue down the side of her neck.
“Darling,
you do realize what you are doing is called voyeurism and is quite illegal.” He
released her hands, only to wrap his arms around her, pulling her into chest.
Her derrière firmly pressed against the throbbing ache of his manhood.
“Nathaniel!”
she whispered angrily. “Release me this instant, you oaf!”
“Not on
your life, Your Grace,” he quipped. “Had I known you were interested in such
wicked things, I would have indulged you sooner. There are several
establishments in London catering to those particular needs.
“On the
other hand, my love, I will have you know, I can attest to my skills at
pleasuring women. And I can assure you with the utmost certainty there will be
no need to scandalize you further into taking you in such establishments. No
proper lady should be in attendance to begin with.”
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I hope you enjoyed the sampling. If you're interested in reading more, Scandal at Vauxhall will be free on Amazon from March 19-23, so be sure to get your free copy.
