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Seductive Deception

Lies and Love Buried Beneath Fiery Erotic Passion

~ Chapter 1 ~


 

The Temptation of a Kiss ~ Chapter 3

Chapter 3

 

 

   Quentin saw the exchange-taking place between Landon and Marcy. He quickly made his way through the crowd with three drinks in his hands. “Ah here you are Landon. Our party is waiting for us to return with their beverages.” He placed himself between them. Quentin could see the fury within Landon’s eyes. Quentin turned and faced Marcy. “That will be enough for tonight thank you Lady Offensive who dwells in the town of Wicked.” He then turned to Landon who looked as if he was going to remove Marcy’s head from her body. “Time to go Landon.” Quentin nudged Landon to turn away from her. He was grateful when Landon did.

   “I will have my reprisal Landon. You cannot ignore me and think no more of me than a rejected dog,” Marcy shouted.

   Quentin stopped and faced her. “Even a discarded dog is looked upon with some degree of kindness. You have fallen well beneath a lowly dog. Your heart is truly hollow Lady.” He turned to join the others. He had wanted to say those things to her years ago.

   The group could see what had just taken place. Devon was glad Quentin had made it there when he did, if not, Devon knew he was going to have to intervene. Devon could not stand the manipulating dishonest woman.

   “Who was that Landon was speaking with?” Sarah asked Devon.

   “No one who you would care to meet my love,” Devon said.

   “There is a horrid story with them, but now is neither the time nor the place for such things,” Grams said. “She is an awful woman and I will fill you girls in later.”

   Brook wanted to know who that woman was. She gazed at Landon as he walked to the group. Their eyes locked and Landon concentrated on Brook’s face. He could see the questioning confusion in her eyes.

   The two men came up and sat down with the group. Everyone was trying not to stare at Landon, but they all were. Landon drank his drink quickly. The group remained quiet for a long time.

   Landon stood up and said, “Does anyone care to take our party elsewhere?”

   “Yes,” everyone replied at the same time. It drew some attention from the crowds around them.

   Without thinking, Landon stood in front of Brook and offered her his hand. She took it and smiled at him with warmth. He then took her hand and placed it on his arm to escort her out to the carriages.

   “Quentin how did you arrive this evening my boy?” Grams asked.

   “By horse my Lady,” Quentin said.

   “Do you care to ride in one of the carriages?” Grams asked.

   Quentin looked to the sky. “It is a fare night. I thank you but I think I shall ride. I assume we will all re gather at your mumble abode?”

   “I do believe so unless anyone has another suggestion,” Grams said. She waited for someone to say something. “Well then, it is off to the Price Estate.”

   Devon helped the women into the carriage, making sure Sarah was last. Before helping her in too, he kissed her on the lips and whispered something in her ear. Sarah giggled and then entered the carriage.

   Devon took a seat in the second carriage across from Landon. “Are you alright?”

   Landon continued to stare out the window. “I truly loath that woman Devon. She made reference to Brook as slumming.”

   Devon took a deep breath in. “We all know what kind of woman she is Landon. Do not allow her to drag you in. It is what she wants after all.” Devon shifted in his seat. “Did she bring it up again?”

   Landon was still staring out the window. “Ya she did. Cold heartless bitch.”

   Devon raised his eyebrows. He was not use to hearing Landon speak that way. “It seems to me she has gotten what she wanted tonight.”

   Landon looked at Devon. “What do you mean? I hardly exchanged words with the woman.”

   Devon leaned forward. “Think about it Landon. What are you doing right now? Thinking about her? She is doing what she does every time you see her. Making you leave and think about her for the rest of the night.”

   Landon said, “You are right. She is not worth my time or energy.”

   Shortly after the carriage pulled away from the ball, Grams dove right into the nights events.

   “Marcy Croft was Landon’s fiancée a few years back. It was an arranged marriage by both parents. As beautiful as she is, the woman is pure evil.”

   “What happened?” Sarah asked.

   “It started with the parents of both of them. The two families had wanted to join their bloodlines for years. When Landon was still a mere child it was told to him that he was to marry one of the Croft girls. Upon the birth of Lucy, Marcy’s sister, a contract was drawn up for the promise of marriage between Landon and Lucy.

   Brook interrupted. “So how was it then that he was engaged to Marcy?”

   “While in the last stages of their engagement, Lucy was found to be with child. Landon refused to raise another man’s baby so the engagement was broken off by Landon himself.”

   Sarah asked, “So the family then had intended Landon to marry Marcy?”

   “Yes and they were engaged for nearly a year. Landon kept putting the marriage off. Dates were set then cancelled and then set again. My true belief is that Landon will never marry unless it is for love. Well anyways, a month before the last date was set Marcy’s family announced she was with child.”

   Sarah gasped and then covered her mouth with her hand. “Landon has a child?”

   “No no no my dear. He insisted the child could not be his. Marcy was eight weeks with child and Landon said they had had relations only once 5 months earlier.”

   Brook felt numb all over. She didn’t want to hear anymore of the story.

   Grams continued. “Marcy ended up losing the baby and said it was due to the stress Landon had caused her by breaking their arrangement.” Grams gazed up at the roof of the carriage and placed both hands over her heart. She shook her head slowly back and forth. “That poor poor boy. He held himself responsible for quite some time after that.”

   Sarah said, “Why, it was not his child? He had every right to refuse the marriage. Lady Croft has no one to blame other than herself.”

   “I could not agree more my dear. Marcy takes each opportunity to remind Landon of that tragic year when they see one another,” Grams said.

   In a soft voice Brook said, “That is probably the reason he decided to travel the world.”

   “I believe you to be right Brook,” Grams said.

   The carriages arrived at the Price Estate. The door opened to reveal Landon and Devon standing there. Devon helped Grams down and then Sarah.

   Landon approached the carriage smiling at Brook. She emerged from the carriage and placed her hand in his. Landon cradled Brooks hand within his.

   “Quentin has not yet arrived?” Grams asked.

   “You know Quentin Grams. He most likely became side tracked. I am sure he will show up before the night has ended,” Landon said. He strolled over to Grams and offered his free arm to her.

   “You have been keeping me waiting all night for the slightest touch of your delicious teasing hand onto me. You know how it drives me mad. Why do you tease me so?” Landon said to Grams.

   Grams let out a loud laugh. “How else am I to keep you on your toes and at my feet?” Grams replied while still laughing.

   Sarah giggled with Brook. “I do not think I will ever become use to the way you two talk to one another,” Brook said. “Can you imagine what the ton would say if they heard the two of you carrying on in this manner.”

   Devon chuckled. “What makes you think they haven’t Brook?” Devon pointed to Landon and said, “He loves to make a spectacle of himself as much as Grams does. Two years ago they caused an elderly woman to faint.”

   “Lady Huntington is her name,” Grams stated.

   “Yes well, the two of you were quite proud with your accomplishment for the evening,” Devon said.

   This caused a roar of laughter from everyone as the group entered through the front doors. Devon led the way to the large sitting room at the front of the house off to the right of the front doors.

   Landon and Devon both moved behind the bar to pour drinks. The women took their usual places on the sofas.

   Devon gazed up at the women. “I never imagined two months ago I could be this happy. I feel so alive and alert. Life is good Landon.”

   Landon said, “Of course it’s good, you’re in love.”

   “It is more than just that. I have close friends, a growing family, and Sarah. It is if I was wondering around missing half of me and I was not even aware of it.”

   Landon chuckled. “You sound like a buffoon Devon. Wait! You are not going to faint are you? If so, I need a warning.”

   Devon popped the cork out of the bottle of wine. “Someday Landon you will meet a woman whom consumes your every thought. When that day arrives, come find me and we’ll talk. When I say Sarah is my everything…I truly mean she is everything.” Devon smiled and walked over to the women.

   Landon shook his head at his foolish friend. Love. Everything. Come on. A mere fancy that will fade and then where will he be. Trapped is what he will be. Landon laughed to himself.

   Sarah turned to Brook and asked, “Do tell us Brook what happened on the dance floor with you and Quentin?”

   “I kept looking to my feet and forgot the steps,” Brook said,

   “Yes but then Landon swooped in and you looked as though you had been dancing since you could walk,” Sarah said.

   Grams let out a giggle.

   The sound of the front doors closing turned everyone’s head in that direction saving Brook from answering a question she was not ready to answer.

   “I am here please remain seated,” Quentin said as he entered the room and bowed with dramatic fashion.

   Sarah said to Devon. “Your friends are silly.”

   “Silly? That is no way to describe a man Sarah,” Landon said.

   “Have you seen one in the room?” Brook asked.

   “Seen what?” Landon replied.

   “A man,” Brook answered.

   Landon stood from his chair and asked, “What is it you believe makes a man a man?”

   “Strength!” Grams shouted.

   Landon held his arm up and popped his bicep muscle.

   Sarah added, “Wit.”

   Landon then moved his hand to cover his chin as if he was thinking hard.

   Brook said, “Impressive dance moves.”

   Landon stepped forward and pulled Brook to her feet. He held Brook against the length of his body and began to dance with her in his arms. He maneuvered them to the open area in the large room. Landon twirled her and moved with her about the room.

   Brook was giggling until he dipped her low. As he did, he pulled up Brook’s right leg to his hip.

   “Am I impressing you now, Red?” Landon asked. His words were slow and deep.

   Brook did not answer. Instead, she allowed her arms and head to fall back. This caused her body to be at his mercy within his arms.

   Landon was so close to her breasts. Brook O’Brien you are sinful.

   “I believe you have mastered the art of teasing Brook.” Grams turned to Devon and said, “You see I have rubbed off on her my boy.”

   “Oh Grams, in more ways than we can count,” Devon replied.

   Landon slowly lifted Brook to face him while still holding her in the dip. He was mere inches away from Brook’s lips. Landon softly whispered, “Little girls who play with fire always get burned.”

   Brook gave him a devilish smile. “You do call me Red…do you not?”

   Landon leaned closer and said softly, “The kind of burn I will deliver onto your sinfully seductive body will scare you, Red.” Landon then held her gaze for a moment longer just long enough to watch her lips part with wonder and then dropped her to the floor on her bottom.

 

© copyright 2012

 

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 4 and 5

 

Chapter 6   Chapter 7


Chapter 8 and 9


Chapter 10

The Temptation of a Kiss ~ Chapter 1

The Temptation of a Kiss

~ Chapter 1 ~

 

  

Landon sat in a chair in the corner of Devon’s dim study. He needed to get away and think, hopefully even clear his head somewhat. It was quiet and still, possible just what he needed. He could not seem to stop his thoughts from traveling to Brook. Landon wanted so desperately to forget what had happened between them the last week, but he remained a prisoner to images of her. He was coming undone. The tortuous visions of Brook’s naked body ran out of control in his mind.

It was not just the exchange they shared three times; it was more than that, so much more. It was in every way how she had said his name. The stunning way she felt under his touch. No woman had ever looked at him that way before. Brook had wanted more of him in any way he could give her. And he ceded to her every wish.

Brook had grabbed him, begged with a pleading desire for more of what he so willingly gave to her. He yielded to her in a moment of passion. Relinquishing every part of his deepest desire for her and she knew it. He had let her know it, showing her how he longed to be with her. He had felt helpless to his own fascination with her. The past week had been explosive between them. Each time felt as if it were the first time and was going to be the last of their lives.

Afterwards, the smell of her hair and her skin lingered on him for hours. It drove him crazy and he could not bring himself to wash it off.

He had thought once he bedded her it would cure his desire for her. Instead, it made everything worse. He could see her under his naked body so vividly now. Whereas before, it was a mere imagined thought. Now, his mind was consumed with memories of her and her body and the sound of her voice crying out to him in a moment of pleasure. He still tasted her breath on his, on his lips. Envisioning the way she looked as he caressed her moist skin with the tips of his fingers.

God when was it going to end? She was lingering in his mind, on his clothes, his body, and now . . . in his heart.

Landon rose quickly and went to the bar. He threw back a large shot of whisky in one gulp. A drink Landon should never drink, given his past with it. He knocked back another one just as fast.

It wasn’t long before the affects of the fifth shot were apparent. Landon slumped down in the chair, holding a full glass of the poison. He was going to rid his mind of her tonight. At least that was what he aimed for.

Devon opened the door and walked to his desk. Going through his stack of letters was not one of his favorite things to do. He set aside all the invitations to the balls and parties for Sarah and Grams to go though later. As he gazed at the pile, he smiled at the thought of his wife. Two months ago, he was alone and now, he had Sarah.

“Does love bring about a smile for you Devon?”

Devon whipped his head around in the direction the voice was coming from. Seeing Landon slouched down in the chair, holding an empty glass was not easy for him. It brought to mind many bad memories. He recognized Landon’s tone and it was like a visit from an old acquaintance you don’t care for very much.

“Have you been here long?” Devon asked.

“I needed somewhere quiet to think. Do you mind me coming here?”

“You know I don’t Landon. Day or night you are always welcome in my home.” Devon from this point was not sure if he wanted to ask Landon what was wrong. “Do you care to talk?”

“I think I have it handled now. She is gone.” Landon’s tone was low and it hissed with anger.

Devon leaned back in his chair. “Who is gone?”

“The wicked woman haunting my thoughts. She needed to be tamed.” Landon held his empty glass in the air. “And now she is.”

“What woman are you talking about? Do I know her?” Devon asked, as he grew concerned.

Landon stood up and walked over to the bar again. “It doesn’t matter now Devon, I took care of it.” Landon poured a fresh drink all the way to the rim of his glass and then over the sides, splashing it on the bar top.

Devon watched Landon sluggishly walk back to the chair and slouch down back in it. Devon rose to talk with Landon as Sarah came dashing into the room.

“You are home,” her voice full of excitement. She embraced Devon tightly.

Devon held her close to him as he buried his nose in her neck. Then he whispered, “Words cannot convey how much I have missed you.”

Sarah pulled back from him as she smiled. Whispering back she said, “Perhaps you will show me then.”

Devon kissed her gently.

“How heartwarming.” Landon’s tone indicated his displeasure of them.

Sarah jumped with surprise. “I did not know you were here Landon. Will you not stay for dinner?” Her cheeks flushed with a deep pink color.

Devon whispered something in her ear and her gaze moved to Landon. Sarah then left the room.

Devon’s glare at Landon was fierce. “Do not ever speak to my wife in that manner.”

“Why do you love her Devon? I mean, she is very beautiful woman, but what is it really about her that made you want to throw your life away?”

Devon stared at him. He refused to allow Landon get to him. “I did it because I love her. She is everything to me Landon. Perhaps one day you will understand that yourself.”

“That is no answer Devon. I can see that Sarah is charming, funny, and well,” Landon held up his glass in front of his own face and examined it for a brief moment. Landon raised his heavy lidded gaze and met Devon’s and said, “I certainly know how sweet her lips taste.”

Devon clenched his fists at his sides. He knew he was losing control of himself. Devon strode over to Landon and grabbed the drink from his hand. He smashed the half-full glass into the fireplace. “Get the hell out!”

Landon began to chuckle. He wanted Devon to hit him. “Does that bother you to know I remember what your wife’s lips taste like? She is soft and sweet like honey. Do you taste that too?”

Chuckling again and he continued. “I have to confess I’m wondering if the rest of Sarah’s body tastes of-

Devon’s hands clenched tightly around Landon’s neck. The sound of the legs from the chair splitting echoed throughout the room.

Landon offered no resistance to Devon’s assault on him. In fact, he welcomed it. He wanted to be unconscious. His only hope was that Devon would deliver and rescue him from his thoughts of Brook. Landon wanted Devon to completely knocking out every image, memory of her lavender scent, the sound of her voice ringing in his ears, but most of all, the feeling of loss without her in his arms.

Devon punched him hard the first two times. He grabbed Landon with both hands by his shirt and shook him with brutal force. “Why are you doing this?”

“Hit me again. Harder this time,” Landon said with short breaths. He could taste the blood from his lip. It wasn’t enough. “Hit me again damn it!”

© copyright 2012

Chapter 2    Chapter 3    Chapters 4 and 5

 

Chapter 6   Chapter 7

Chapters 8 and 9

Chapter 10

 

 



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Whispers of Desire in the Night

Three Regency Romance Novels that with have you laughing out loud, strirring with desire, and of course falling in love.

Surrendering
Novel One

For some people falling in love is simple. It feels fanciful to them or even mystical. In a dim lit room filled with strangers, she is suddenly struck with the warm sensations of butterflies that flutter up from deep within. One is not able to help but gaze at the cause across the room from them. For others, falling in love can be confusing and at times torturous. The desire to reach out and touch the one that consumes their every thought drives them to madness. Feelings of desperation and a burning need, to just once, be able to feel her lips on his for a brief moment in time. Just one kiss, one small gentle graze of one's lips on the others, an intimate suspension in time giving into the soft whispers of surrender that calls out in the night.

The Temptation of a Kiss
Novel Two

Can the desire for a woman drive a man to madness? A madness that can only be defined as a need that goes far beyond just a longing to touch her, to hear her voice, to see her smile. It transforms into an obsession that grips him like a desperate passion seeking to be filled...but remains unfulfilled. And in his mind, the threat lingers, it will always be that way. The yearning to reach out and t...ouch the one that consumes their every thought drives him to insanity .Feelings of desperation and a burning need, to just once, be able to feel her lips on his for a brief moment in time. Just one kiss, one small gentle graze of one's lips on the others, an intimate suspension in time, giving away to the soft whispers of surrender that calls out in the night. A surrender that will leave him yearning for more…

Passionate Whispers of Desire
Novel Three

His deep sultry voice whispers to me, "You are a desire I can't run from Hanna."

He reaches his hand up and gently brushes a ringlet of my hair from my cheek. As his finger trails across me and leaves my skin burning with a deep wanting for him. Leaning in closer with his body cradling me with the strength of him, he softly says, "Nor will I try to run from."

Available Summer 2012



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Weekly Romantica Short Stories Starting This Coming Up Monday

One Night of Passion...

Can Kate Allow Herself One Night of Passion With this Stranger Who Has Some How Found His Way Into Her life?

Will She Let Go Of The Man She Once Loved and Waits For Faithfully? Will She Allow What Has Been Presumed To Be A Friendship Turn Into Something More? 

How Can She With This Stranger Who Reminds Her So much Of The Man She Misses Desperately.

He Has Captivated Her In So many Ways.

The Soft Deep Sound Of His Voice Resonates Within Her. This Strangers Gaze Burns Her Cheeks Warm With Desire. His Strong Gentle Touch Forces Her Body To Ignite Leaving Her To A Tremble Long After He's Left. 

How Is She To Resist Him? To Stop What She Feels For Him.

One Night of Passion Is All He Offers Her. 

It Is All He Promises To Her.

Kate is Left Asking, "Why?"

This Mysterious Man Whispers Softly To Her..."Katie..."

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Surrendering

Devon Price and Sarah McMay

For some people falling in love is simple. It feels fanciful to them or even mystical. In a dim lit room filled with strangers, she is suddenly struck with the warm sensations of butterflies that flutter up from deep within. One is not able to help but gaze at the cause across the room from them. For others, falling in love can be confusing and at times torturous. The desire to reach out and touch the one that consumes their every thought drives them to madness. Feelings of desperation and a burning need, to just once, be able to feel her lips on his for a brief moment in time. Just one kiss, one small gentle graze of one's lips on the others, an intimate suspension in time giving into the soft whispers of surrender that calls out in the night.

Devon Price and Sarah Mcmay feel a desire for one another they have never felt before. The tension between them is felt by everyone in the room when they are together. One dreams of love and the other resists it.

Sarah finds herself in an impossible situation now that her father has passed away. She needs help escaping the clutches of her greedy uncle and turns to Devon for help. Little did she know he was going to capture her heart and then walk away? Had she known what fates lie ahead for her, Sarah would have never allowed him to kiss her.

Devon promised Sarah's father Benjamin, he would look after Sarah before his friend and business partner was murdered. Devon had not seen Sarah in years and when he did, she took his breath away. Devon is willing to protect Sarah at any price, almost. As Devon realizes he is falling in love with her, he does his best to pull back from Sarah. As he soon finds out this is an impossible task. He wants her but is bound by a promise to help her, not seduce her. He cannot endure the torture of being in the same room with her and yet he cannot leave her unsecure from who is after her.

Sarah believes he will never love her and tries letting him go. She is left confused and heartbroken. He kisses her then pushes her away. He touches her in ways she never dreamed could happen and then leaves with no word of his whereabouts to a sole for days.

In a final moment of unbearable heartache, she breaks down and Devon is left realizing what he has done to her. Sarah's pain is visible all over her face, streaming through in her tears, and trembling through her body before him at his feet.

He cannot take his words back that he befell on her. He cannot undo the unforgiveable hurt he has caused her. He makes an astonishing decision. The only one he can live with.

Whispers of Desire

Surrendering

Book 1