Seducing Anne: SHROAG Novel 1

October 30, 2013

ARCs have gone out today for Seducing Anne: A SHROAG Novel, but I'll be sending out more during the week, so if you'd like to have one, please let me know...

In other news for Seducing Anne, the publication date has been pushed back a week to November 29th, 2013 so there will be plenty of time for the book blog tour and for ARC reviewers to read it and leave their reviews.

If you're interested in participating in the cover reveal set for November 4th, here's the link for the form: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1hnrV5W0XMQzBQnQiu8QCjRY6l2BL13psHKnJbCiuAV8/viewform

I really can't believe I'll finally be publishing this book. This story has been rolling around in my head for three years now, and now that it's completed, I can barely believe it. I'm excited to get the sequel written and ready for my readers as well.

Nicholas Carew has taken up residence in my head now, and he's ready to share his story with me, and in turn with you. See how lucky you are? ;D

October 25, 2013

Are you a fan of the Tudors? Did you wish like I did that someone had been there to save Anne Boleyn? What if there had been? And what if that man was trained as an aggressive
Dominant and wasn't supposed to save her, only impregnate her with Queen Elizabeth I? What if he fell in love with her, and he decided to hell with his orders?

If you're like me--you devoured the Tudor's series on cable TV and never could get over Anne's premature death and you adore BDSM romance novels--then Seducing Anne: A SHROAG Novel, is the book for you.

I'm still taking more ARC reviewers, so if you'd like to be one of them, let me know. In the meantime, here's a teaser for Seducing Anne, so you let it simmer a while...

Excerpt from Chapter 7 with Guy and Anne in her holyday closet:

This was where she poured out her heart to God.
Exactly what Guy professed he wanted her to do to him. But how could she? If he knew what a sinner she was, what she wanted to do to that body of his, he would know she was unworthy of being at court at all.

Never mind the Chapel Royal. She went to confession yesterday, but she failed to mention she burned inside for this man, rather than her betrothed—His Majesty.

Guy set his palm across the alter, and she gasped, choking on her breath. The sight of his hand there made her nipples tighten and her breasts go heavy.

“Lord help me,” she whispered to herself, her eyelids going heavy.

“Come here, my precious flower. I want to inhale your scent while stitched bowers of lavender are overhead. It might be the closest I will ever get to Heaven.” Guy patted the alter.

Her knees almost buckled, but somehow her feet carried her forth.

“You intend to smell me?”

“Yes. And other things as well. But you do not need to know what I intend. I still want to know what Henry has said and done to you that has harmed my girl.” He lifted his hand that had been almost lovingly stroking her furniture of worship, and he crooked his index finger, beckoning her over to him.

Evidently she was moving too slowly for his liking.

She smiled, but her lips twitched with nerves, and her breathing went ragged at the hungry look he was giving her.

“Tell me, little lavender, what sins the King has to atone for. Confess to me—here and now.” He reached for her and set her against the alter, trapping her as he wrapped his thighs around hers.

“Only God can judge a person’s soul. I have neither the heart nor mind to determine what he has done to sin against his Maker.” She shrugged, then set her palms on his chest, focusing on the silver laces of his black velvet doublet.

“You smell too good to be true. My own personal angel with the scent of flowering fields.” He bent his head down and inhaled deeply at her neck.

For some reason she could not explain, her neck tipped back and she made this tiny gasping moan.

His fingers ghosted over her throat, even pinched a little, then he cupped the back of her head and brought her back so she was face-to-face with him. He rubbed the tip of his nose alongside hers.

“Tell me what he does that you dislike. No one else will hear. The music is playing in the chapel and wafting in through your window.” His eyes burned into hers.

“He says I am to gullible too believe you have good intentions. He yelled at me when I said you were neither a rake nor a fortune seeker. You have not once tried to advance your station, and after being here nearly two weeks, that is unheard of!” She slapped her palms on his chest.

“What else? He has done more than yell. Did he touch you?” His eyes narrowed, and he bared his teeth for a brief moment.

“Yes.” Her eyes drifted down to his laces below his Adam’s apple. She reached up and ran the back of her index finger knuckle across it, and then watched mesmerized a moment later. He wore stubble, which was not the fashion. She marveled at the masculine roughness of it and how it called out to her, taking her breath away. His throat bobbed, and she was struck immediately at how his Adam’s apple was more prominent than Harry’s and how Guy had some dark, seductive chest hair, peeking up through the slit of his collar.

It made her dry mouth decide to water.

Why was she so transfixed by this dark Vulcan before her? Must he be so beautiful and enticing—like a dark promise of erotic delights?

Her breath caught in her throat when he growled at her touch.

She jerked her hand off his neck.

“Place your hands on my chest,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.” She placed them both flat as he asked.

“How did he touch you after you argued?”

“H-he . . .” Her voice shook, and her cheeks heated. “I . . . cannot speak of such private matters.”

“Little one, it is Guy before you. No one else will hear. Tell me. I need to know.” He dropped a kiss to her forehead.

“He touched my duckies,” she said, cringing. Guy disliked that word, and she could understand why. It was very childish and crude-sounding.

“How?”

“My lord?” Her eyes shot to his as she questioned his meaning. Surely he did not expect her to recount the sordid event in detail?

“Show me how he did it. I must have the facts.” He blinked with a stern set to his brow, but his eyes were soft and full of sympathy.


*fans self and reaches for glass of ice water*

Now, how about some visuals to go along from the series?










And just wait... The cover to Seducing Anne will blow you away. It's very sensual and speaks straight to the heart of what Guy's new mission became--to have and save her at all costs!

Publish date for Seducing Anne is November 22nd. ARCs go out next week, and the cover reveal will happen very soon as well... Can't wait!

October 21, 2013

I'm currently looking for ARC reviewers. The ARC copies will be going out this Friday. Also, the title of the book has changed to Seducing Anne: A SHROAG Novel. It's the first in this series of 3.
If you're interested in being an ARC reviewer, please contact me.

September 7, 2013

Fun news...

I started back up on my next novel, due to come out in November, SHROAG 50.

This unique novel is a mix of historical fiction, scifi and BDSM erotica. All my favorite genres combined into one naughty little series.

Here's the summary in case you haven't heard about this one:

Symptoms of time travel are never fun—ask Guy Moore. He just returned, and now he's being thrown back in time. His assignment? To impregnate Anne Boleyn. As an agent of SHROAG, he's completed more assignments than any other agent, and is ready to retire. Too bad Elizabeth I needs to be born to preserve history, and his DNA is the only one to do it. How will Guy seduce Anne, the woman who kept Henry VIII at arm's length for over seven years? And how will he keep from falling for her in his efforts?

 


“I will be there tonight—for you. Not for him. And I will touch you. If you do not want me to do that, then I will not be there,” Guy said.


She sucked in some air, and her gaze went up to the ceiling.


“Lavender lady—do you want me there? Do you want me to touch you in front of the King and everyone else?”


She remained mute and stoic.

“When you make a decision, find me. I will await your answer.” He dropped his grip, releasing her chin.

“Yes, Sir.”

“What was that? Are you saying I can touch you at dinner?”

“Yes, Sir,” she repeated.

His groin tightened. She really was sweet and very beautiful, and her submissiveness came to her naturally when she wasn’t struggling to fit herself into a man’s world.

“I will protect you. I will be there for you, and Henry will not touch you while I am around. If I am to play with you, then you are mine. No one else’s. I do not share, lady. So, when you are ready to take him as your lover, then you release me, and I will be gone from your life.”

She made a quiet whimpering noise and her eyes twisted as if in pain.

“Look at me—eyes on mine,” he said.

Her gaze roamed down to his.

“As your lord and Sir, you will always wear your hair down like this when you are around me. I want it soft, straight and virginal—pure like you. I want you always smelling of lavender and finding some way to please me each day, even if it is something small.”

She sagged for a moment. Were her knees buckling on her?

He gripped her by the upper arms. “Follow these guidelines, and I am at your disposal. Any time you need me, you ask, and I will be there.”

Her lips drifted into a small, but sweet, smile. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You are a naturally kind woman. Court life has hardened you—and I intend to undo that.”

Her face fell.

His hands on her arms loosened.

“That would be the death of me. We all have parts to play at court,” she said, her voice soft.

“And you have yours—serve and please me, and you will have everything you have ever desired. That I vow.”

CONTENT WARNING — This story contains scenes of an explicit erotic nature, and is intended for adults 18+. Story includes bondage and obscene language. There is also some violence with jousting and time travel that some might find disturbing. Characters portrayed are 18 years or older and of a sound mind.

And here's a teaser from my writing today on chapter 2:

“Cousin Anne, this is a friend of mine—here to visit on holiday—Lord Guy Moore.” Nick motioned at him.
Guy swallowed hard when he realized how inappropriate he was in this instant with his hose slung over his right shoulder, his shirt gaping open and his breeches sagging. And why for the love of God did Nicholas just use his real name? He swallowed and tried to keep an aloof gaze on Anne.

“Did you swim ashore?” Anne asked, scrutinizing him and looking greatly amused. “Good Lord, I thought the Thames too brown to house fish or men anymore.” She chuckled and pointed at him. “But, you, sir, do me a great honor, showing your face in this state. I daresay I look a might bit more presentable now.” She ruffled her soiled skirt. “After falling off my horse, I thought to hide my disheveled form, but you have changed my mind.” She turned to Nick. “Yes, my Lord, I will supp with you tonight, and I will not bother to change my attire.”

Guy blinked and his mind went blank. This was not how he’d envisioned his grand scheme of wooing this woman. Not like this.

“I apologize for the state I am in, but you need not ever worry about your appearance, my lady, for you are a radiant, rare jewel. But then I am certain you are already aware of your great impact on a man’s very breath and pulse.” Guy bowed.

Nick smirked at him. “This man is a betting sort, and though he is charming as any at court, I am afraid I must warn you, lady Anne—he will while away the night, speaking nothing of roses and sunshine until you can see nothing but him, but then he disappears when you need him most.”

Guy squared his shoulders and kicked his boots off. “At least I do not lend boots to my friends that are two sizes too big.”

September 16, 2013:

"Hear ye, hear ye--SHROAG 50's rough draft is now completed!"

I just finished writing it, with the exception of a scene I left out on purpose for my pre-readers that takes place in the final chapter. I thought I'd wait until I get their feedback on the rest of the story before I wrote that particular scene. I also need to write chapter 1 of SHROAG 51, since I want to include that in the story, as the lead up to the next one. Other than that, I'll be proofing it tonight, sending it off to my pre-readers tomorrow and then to my editor hopefully by next week.

Can't wait to share this one. It's been in my brain for years. I can't believe it's now out of my head and on my computer. Such a relief. This was kind of my culmination--or crowning achievement in my eyes. It was to see if I really could combine all my passions into one whirlwind romance with some swashbuckling adventure. I love how the rough draft turned out. ;D

I can honest say, that hands down, Guy is my absolute favorite alpha male I've ever written. He's incredibly strong and romantic. He just oozes masculinity from every pore. Whew! *fans self*

This novel is due to come out in November. More news and teasers to come in the near future! If you're interested in being an ARC reviewer, don't be shy. Let me know. I've started compiling a list already.

September 21, 2013

Meet Garrett Neff, if you haven't already. He's a model, and he's who I picture as my Nicholas Carew in SHROAG 50 and SHROAG 51.

In some of these pictures he has lighter colored hair, so you'll just have to imagine he has dark brown hair. Although, I doubt most of us are looking at stuff like that when there's too much other yumminess before us...

He's my current obsession. There's this amazing little short film with him that took my breath away, and then I knew he was my guy for my story. I'd post it here, but there's nudity in it and I'd like to avoid pornographic images on my site. If you're interested in seeing it, all you have to do is type in this man's name, look under Google images, and you'll find it. It's called Mine.











Most people know who Henry Cavill is since he recently played Superman and got a whole new bod for the role, but before that, he was the amazing, drool-worthy Charles Brandon on the Tudors. Now, I'm a Jonathan Rhys Meyer's fan, but as soon as I saw Cavill, I remember thinking, "Who is that? Wow! He should be playing the King!"

He's been the man I've had in my head for Guy Moore for years now as this story was bumping around upstairs. He's charming, handsome and a little dangerous. Perfect for my man that can win Anne Boleyn from the King.

Just in case you don't know who Henry Cavill is, let me share...








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