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Full Page Excerpt from "My
Lady Gambled Book One & Two"
(reviews below)
Blimey,
Kit was magnificent, Brynmore thought, even as he prayed that she would
not bite his nipple, as she latched her lips to it, while her hands
tunneled into his hair, tugging. He assumed his nipple was the most
vulnerable place she could reach, as he hissed through the sharp
pleasure-pain produced by her nips. He felt the slightest bit of relief
that Kit showed by not drawing blood or biting the damn nubbin off. It
seemed despite her demeanor that she did not have it in her heart to
maim or try to kill him. Her attitude implied that, as she crawled over
him and he kept just enough sense, between his pounding prick and Kit’s
onslaught, to turn them closer to Hellion’s line of sight.
Once he knew they were in a fair position for
Hellion not to miss them if he chose to look, he forgot about Hellion.
He dismissed the worry over whether Hellion would look, or be intrigued
enough and be moved to speak to them. Any of it. He let it loose,
as he turned his full attention to his woman and the wild scene they
were creating. Bloody hell, he turned his attention to his prick
finally. So hard, so stiff, so tight it hurt.
He found bits of relief grinding it roughly into Kit’s
mound, just above the diamond. His prick was so woody it was climbing
upward toward his belly with rigid demand, pressing against the ruby
caught on the top side. That prodding in the root of his groin brought
with it pounding new pleasure points as he grabbed Kit’s bare ass
beneath the scant edge of her loincloth. He lifted, helping the ruby’s
grinding motion as Kit tugged his hair, hands on both sides of his head,
moving it from one side to the other, while she sucked and bit on
different planes of his neck. The points of her nipples prodded his
chest, as one of her legs curled up over his hip. His body, with deep
movements of its own, followed the pagan beats of the music, bobbing,
swaying, and humping.
Kit could feel the diamond, sliding around the lips of
her sex, slick with her aroused juices. She whimpered at the tempo of
lust-hungry pangs building in her slit, while her sweat-slick body slid
like the diamond over Brynmore’s muscular tough body. The music, the
heat, and the pungent smoke seemed to pummel through her and palpitate
in her vagina. Irresistibly, one of her hands leapt downward, searching
for the cure to her overwhelming need. Her hand found the head and the
top half of Brynmore’s male shaft at the same moment his fingers
stretched forward from cupping her buttocks to prod her aching sheath.
“Ah hh!” Her moan was wild as she clawed up
Brynmore’s swaying body an inch more, while her hand, shoved into his
britches, closed tightly over the head of his thick organ. Brynmore’s
teeth nipped her ear, while her body shuddered, as she bounced on the
rapturous prods of his fingers. His fingers stretched to mate her and
they reached with each new plunging into her vagina half their length,
propelling her ardor to one clear demand in her mind.
Kit suddenly lifted, pulled and dropped her body away
from Brynmore’s. She did not let go of him, however, as her hands leaped
to the waistband of his britches, while their bodies combined in
twirling circles. She tore at the buttons, renting them and trying to
tug the flap open as Brynmore pushed forward propelling her backward.
She was unaware that he moved them, while her concentration centered on
his thick male shaft that her hand had reached inward and gripped
through the flap on his britches. Sudden awareness jolted through her
panting senses, when the back of her knees hit something solid, but
soft. Immediately, she felt the sensation of falling and her hand
tightened on Brynmore’s engorged male rod, while her other hand clutched
and clawed at his arm.
Brynmore caught her fall, even as he propelled it, with
a strong arm around her back, and then she was laid across one of the
overlarge velvet-tufted ottomans placed around the outer edges of the
inner circle of the chamber. The jolt of falling sharpened her mind to
abruptly realize where she was and what she was doing. An onslaught of
embarrassment, horror, trepidation, shame with a host of other feelings
meshed and started to charge through her mind and body.
But then Brynmore’s strong unyielding body was
saturating her with male heat and his mouth fell over her lips. The
torrid sexual demand of his mouth annihilated all thought but one and
her hand pumped urgently on his hot unbending organ, so stiff it pitched
its own motions in her hand. They swayed and undulated feverishly.
Brynmore lifted and lowered his body with urgent fucking movements,
while she followed with arduous twisting motions of her own. They were
lost in panting fire, clawing and clutching at each other’s slick flesh
as he growled his lust-filled demand at her and she hissed her hunger
back at him.
They were primitives, lost and consumed in a creation
beyond their control.
They ripped Brynmore’s cloak aside and tore her
loincloth off, then a scream of repletion crashed from her throat as
Brynmore male shaft impaled her. Her body arched like a bow as the
jewels clacked together and Brynmore’s male rod sparked fire and rapture
inside her. Her arms fell straight above her head as he pounded and her
spine bowed, arched higher with her body twisting and panting. Her mind
screamed, ‘yes, more, harder,’ over and over again as she was
consumed with sensations writhing swiftly to imminent climax. Her cries
spoke loudly of it as her body rocked and flopped to Brynmore’s wild
thrusts.
“Cut me!” Brynmore growled fiercely, trying to gain
Kit’s attention over the hammering of their bodies. He could barely
think of anything, but fucking his woman like the barbarian he really
was and spewing his seed deep into her cunt. Yet some instinct lived in
him, honed through many spying episodes and allowed him that one spark
of control to remember the importance of blood at the climax of their
plan.
“Take my blood. Take my blood now!” With each
hissed word Brynmore expelled, he thrust into Kit’s cunt. His dagger was
free and he grasped the back of Kit’s neck, tugging as his hips drilled.
Through his sweat-soaked gaze he could not be sure Kit had followed his
command as he expelled sharply, one last time. “Take my blood, bitch!”
He nicked Kit’s collarbone, close to the side
curve of her slender neck. His gaze was a hand span above it, as his
mouth dove for the small welling of blood. He growled as if he were a
feral beast feasting on bloody meat, while Kit howled unearthly sounds
of climax and ferocity. Brynmore felt the nick then, higher on the side
of his neck as the slight pain bit, then Kit’s sucking mouth followed.
His ejaculation exploded, shocking him at the last second by its
surprise delivery at that moment. He knew he had been close, but. “Ah
hh hh!”
Beyond control, Kit’s lips smeared in Brynmore’s blood
as the most intense climax claimed her soul and vaulted through her
body. The bursting shocks of rapture continued, sparking brilliant
flashes behind her closed eyes, her head fell back over the edge of
whatever she lay upon. She could feel Brynmore’s thick organ releasing
its lust deep inside her, the sensation making her writhe and moan even
more producing another climax. It seemed that every sensation she was
experiencing drew her into heights beyond normal human bounds, reaching
for yet another climax. She was raw.
If it was the drugging smoke, she did not know, but she
wanted to believe it was the natural combustion of her and Brynmore
together. That one small lucid thought after what seemed like hours of
sexual senselessness brought Kit’s eyes open.
Natural occurrence might have fluttered her eyelids shut again with the
still rippling aftershocks of her climaxes, had her sight not caught on
something. The one thing that stopped them. Pink eyes!
Hellion’s pink eyes glared at her as if daggers in his
sight could pierce her skin. The shock felt as though her heartbeat
stopped, then thudded to life again. Even with her head fallen back and
her eyes upside down, she could never mistake, who it was glowering at
her. She was arched over a railing, abutted to a small table that partly
braced her spine, with her head fallen back over the edge. How had she
gotten here? She had no idea how she had ended nearly tossed into
Hellion’s lap as he reclined on large pillows in a more private alcove
of the club.
“Bravo!”
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Fallen Angel Reviewer,
Susan says:
Kit Montoya is
searching for her brother, Clay. In her search, she uncovers information
about the Order of the Satyr and how they are involved in the
disappearance. The Archangels are also interested in the Order. Kit
wants revenge and she means to get it with or without the Archangels’
help. Knowing she means business, they take her on and Kit teams up with
Brynmore, Baron of Duneagan to infiltrate the Order.
Kit is a woman on a mission. She will do anything to find out what
happened to her brother. She is a strong, intelligent, and vibrant
character. Brynmore is Scottish and the only Archangel without a wife.
He was subjected to responsibility at an early age, thus he enjoys the
rush he gets from a new adventure. These two characters are deeply
immersed in their mission. They will do whatever it takes to accomplish
their goals, including sex. The heat emanating from them could set off
the fire alarms.
My Lady Gambled is the last book in the Archangel series. The men
compromising the Archangels are: Drummond, The Duke of Kittridge, Lord
Harrison Ravenscar, Lord Wyndham Hawkenge, Lord Radford, Saxonhurst,
Marquess of Hartely and Brynmore. Although it is not required to read
the previous ones to understand what is going on, this reader would
recommend you do so. The characters from the earlier books all make
appearances and the author does devote some pages to them.
My Lady Gambled is filled with highly erotic sequences as well as a
fairly complex storyline. The author does a fine job of weaving all the
different plotlines together into a coherent book. This is the grand
finale to the Archangel series as the author ties up the loose ends. If
you enjoy your historical romances with lots of erotic action, then this
one is for you.
Reviewed by:
Susan,
Fallen Angel Reviews
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