Thank you Natasha for hosting me. I’ve brought along an excerpt from my latest book, His Lordship’s Mate, a Regency spanking tale with a twist.
Ella’s wedding has been postponed, but that doesn’t mean Gethin isn’t in a hurry to deflower his new bride. Driven by something she doesn’t understand, he has to mate with her quickly.
She had no time to view his bedchamber. The moment the door slammed shut behind them, he reengaged with fierce kisses whilst walking her backwards. He consumed her lips with heart-fluttering eagerness and she draped her arms about his shoulders, locking them together.
From her lips he travelled down to her neck, kissing her with such force as she tilted her head up and to one side and moaned. As he crushed her to his body and his arms cinched her shoulders and narrow waist, the proximity afforded her the ability to feel his rapidly beating heart thump against her breast.
When he lowered his mouth to her cleavage, he growled softly. Loosening his grip, she staggered back and had no opportunity to resist or protest as he snatched at the collar of her gown and tore it off her shoulders. The fabric ripped down the centre, then he split the dress down to her waist. The sleeves drifted away from her elbows and slipped over her shaking hands.
The sparks in his eyes gleamed, a yellowish tinge, just as they had done in the carriage when he’d taken to Edgton. Their meaning was clearer now; they showed his passion for her, something she’d failed to recognise during that fateful journey.
Her lips trembled and her knees knocked together—her rampant state of nervousness on display. However, mixed amongst those signs of trepidation she distinguished her lust—her juices flowed, her clitoris pulsated, and her nipples hardened into plum stones. Gethin had bared his teeth slightly, and with his thick head of unruly hair curling about his flushed cheeks, he possessed the look of a wild man.
No sound passed her lips. She had no wish to halt his frantic stripping. His ferocious need to see her flesh excited her. In seconds, the gown lay in tatters about her ankles, and the petticoat joined it, torn into ribbons. He tugged apart the laces of her bodice before snapping the bones in the ribbing using just his fingertips. Bared and exposed, she closed her eyes, stood as still as her weak legs would allow her, and waited for him to touch her naked flesh.
The last sliver of clothing had floated away and the air moved around her body—a blanket that made her shiver and break into goose bumps. The room was blessed with some residual heat but the shock of his fervent undressing had caused her teeth to chatter. Overwhelmed, she shut her eyes.
Breathless, debased, and vulnerable, she clutched her hands to her sides and her legs snapped together—she swayed. Nothing from him, not a single caress of his lips or hands. Had she failed him? Was she a disappointment for his feasting eyes?
Ella opened her eyes. Gethin had stepped back and appeared to be in a state of rapture. The usual black pinpricks of his pupils had widened into dark pools, and he slowly circled his mouth with the tip of his tongue. Fully clothed, he had not offered her one complementary glimpse of his body.
“Beautiful. Perfect,” he murmured, somewhat calmed and contemplative. “I shall explore every inch of you.” With remarkable grace and gentleness, he swept her up into his arms, leaving behind her destroyed clothes and shoes, and laid her on the vast four-poster bed.
Eighteen-year-old Ella Bailey knows that if she is to have any hope of a good match, she must marry quickly before her father completes the ruin of her family’s fortune and good name with his wanton living. Her situation is made worse when a wealthy viscount expresses interest in her hand and she accepts his invitation to a party, only to have the supposed gentleman first seek to seduce her and then attempt to force himself on her.
After his efforts to despoil her are thwarted, the spiteful cad does his utmost to slander Ella’s character with scandalous accusations. With her reputation in tatters and nowhere else to turn, Ella seeks solace in the arms of the enigmatic Gethin Powell, a rich, handsome lord known for his lack of concern for the expectations of high society.
Gethin takes a strong interest in Ella, but he makes it abundantly clear that he is a man who expects to be obeyed in all things. Living under his roof as his woman will mean submitting to his authority, surrendering her body to his desires, and baring her bottom for his stern chastisement whenever he deems it necessary.
Ella soon discovers that Gethin’s sexual appetites are both fierce and insatiable, but as he thoroughly lays claim to her naked, blushing body, she is deeply ashamed to find herself hungering for more. But even as their passion for each other grows deeper, an old and powerful secret waits to come to light. When Ella learns the truth about Gethin, will it tear her away from the man who has taken her as his mate?
Publisher’s Note: His Lordship’s Mate is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
Jaye lives in NW England.