Welcome to the 70th week of My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme is Sexy Down the Avenue. We’re sure you’re wondering just what we mean by this. When picking themes for the rest of the year, we realized that we hadn’t picked anything historical in a while. Sexy Down the Avenue reminds us of carriage rides in London or any European city. Of course, it could be any other sexy historical setting as well. Say American West or maybe even the Russian Court. Maybe we’re talking about what it was like in Australia or the South Pacific or…yes, the possibilities are endless.
So this week show us all the characters you have that are historical. We know there are tons of you who have made us love Scotland, Norway, Europe and more. Show us the settings and the love. And more than anything else, show us sexy! We love sexy and we love to read those wonderful stories.
I've penned two historical romances. At first I thought I'd share a carriage ride from You Found Me, since I actually incorporated coaches into the story but as I was trying to decide on a passage, I realized that the scenes were not appropriate for an MSS post. In You Found Me, my poor heroine was never in a sexy place when she was loaded into a coach. SO, I decided on a snip from The Devil Take You, a Scottish historical. Our couple is not in a carriage but atop a horse. And oh, the things you can do while riding. :p
Here's the blurb:
Scotland - 1307 - During the Scottish Wars of Independence
Gard Marschand will stop at nothing in his pursuit to regain what is lost. Concealing his true identity, he will associate with his enemies, kill his own countrymen, even sell his soul to the devil if all else fails. He will lie, cheat, steal, rape and siege his way across two countries gaining power and reputation in his malevolent wake. His determination all consuming, until King Edward commands Gard to lay siege on Ross-shire holding, where Braelynn Galbraith obliterates his single-minded purpose.
Can Gard abandon his deep-seated need of revenge for a love that might just save his soul, or will he succumb to the demons that hound him and surrender to the devil within?
Gard’s breath quickened in her ear. The sound and the heat from him roused her own excitement. “You play a dangerous game,” his voice rumbled through her.
“I am na playin’ a game,” she retorted.
Giving a signal with his hand and the rest of the troop either sped up or
dropped back and fanned out. They were practically alone but for the far off snort of the horses.
He slowed his horse. “Bring your leg over.” She did, as he demanded, both of her legs hanging together over the right side of the horse. “Ye arena playin’?” He ran his lips slowly down her jaw stopping at the corner of her mouth. “Then wha’ are ya doin’, Brae?” He’d broken out the brogue, weakening her even more. “Ye think ye can toy wit’ me?” He kissed the corner of her mouth. Turning her head toward him, she gave him full access to her lips which he took without hesitation.
His hand rose, reaching for her, his finger traced softly the ‘U’ of her bodice. Brae wound her hand around his back letting it run over him. He covered her breast. This touch she was used to; he held her breast in sleep most nights. He kneaded her flesh until her nipple pearled in his palm, and then with his fingers stroked her sensitive tip until it tingled, making her arch into into his hand for more.
As he continued to school her lips, she felt his hand at the bottom of her skirt pulling it up slightly. His palm skimmed up her calf, over her thigh. She was unprepared for the wet warmth that gathered between her thighs from his kiss and touch, and she waited in anticipation of what he might do next. As if he knew what had just happened to her, his fingers slid over this new strange wetness, but instead of feeling outrage at his boldness, she found eagerness. She wanted his hand there. And when his skillful fingers slithered smoothly over her, spreading the wetness as he opened her, she shuddered in response. Her lips parted on a sigh of surprise. He growled in reply.
“Open,” he demanded roughly as she parted her legs. Extending his middle finger, he touched a very sensitive part of her, wiggling the end of his finger, before circling. His tongue seemed to mimic the same motions in her mouth, as his finger, making her crazed.
A moan of pleasure burst from the back of her throat. He paused the amazing stir of his finger only to slide it inside her, causing a new wave of sensation. She bore down on his hand trying to create more of this wonderful heaviness that was invading her lower body.
“Do ye wan’ more, Braelynn?” he asked.
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Have a Sexy Saturday!