Maggie Carpenter is on my blog today with her fabulous new book The Wanton Widow!

I am so honored to have Maggie on my blog today with her new one The Wanton Widow.

Book Description

MYSTERIOUS STRANGERS.  MURDER AND VENGEANCE.

BLAZING PASSION. 

Crackling lightening and booming thunder roar through the night, almost shaking the mansion. Lady Verity James, a widow who shuns society’s rules, is in her lavish boudoir with a secret lover when her austere butler knocks on her door. A foreign stranger, soaked through, is in the foyer.

His name is Dantae Fellini, and he claims to be the secretary to an Italian Count. Their carriage crashed, and Dantae has been sent to seek help. 

She offers shelter, but quickly discovers their accident was sabotage. What secrets do the men hold? Is danger now lurking in her home? And why does Count Cavaletti appear ill-at-ease, while his secretary, with his long dark hair and blazing blue eyes, make her pulse race and her face redden.

Suddenly her life is turned upside down. Surrounded by drama and intrigue, she is swept away in an unstoppable romance, finding herself subject to discipline and unspeakably wicked pleasures. 

If you enjoy suspenseful, erotic romance, look no further than Maggie Carpenter’s latest novel, a thrilling Victorian page-turner. Pick it up today.

The words he’d said rolled like thunder through his head, wiping away any doubt. He may not survive the following night. How could he wait to possess her? He could not, and with a torrid and unstoppable hunger, the fever took hold. They stripped off their clothes, but for her corset, and effortlessly lifting her into his arms, he carried to her to the dark wooden bed, carefully laid her on her stomach, and determined to have her completely naked, he began its unlacing.

Feeling the corset’s release, Verity let out a long, happy breath. To have all her skin against all of his skin, could anything be more divine? 

As it fell away from her body, Rocco gazed at her back, then wandered his eyes down to her full, round bottom. His member, already at full attention, begged him to spread her legs and sink into her depths, but he fought the urgent request, and stretching out alongside her, he pulled her into his arms. 

Never had a woman felt so warm, so sensual, and so in need of him. Ardently she was responding, wriggling in his hold, roaming her hands over his body and kissing wherever her lips landed. Gripping her wrists he moved them to the sides of her head and pinned her down, then rested his weight on top of her. She tried to squirm, but it was impossible, and with a deep sigh, she stared up at him.

He studied her flushed face. Her lips were moist, and as red as her rosy cheeks, her eyes were filled with her hunger, and slowly lowering his mouth to hers, he softly brushed them. It was a torturous tease, and when she chased the kiss, he pulled back. She closed her eyes with a heavy groan, then opening them, frowned up at him with a silent demand. He grinned.

“Say please.”

Her frown evaporated, and with a satisfied sigh, she murmured,

“Please, Sir, may I have your kiss?”

Her whimpered, submissive plea inflamed his passion. His mouth fell on hers with fervor, and as he devoured her lips, he placed his legs between hers and pushed them apart.

“So, Lady James,” he whispered, “carrying his kiss to her ear, “you were most impolite earlier. How should I punish you?”

“However you wish,” she replied, “it is not for me to say.”

“Your words are correct, but are they sincere?”

“Yes, My Lord, they are most sincere.”

“I think you say them because you fear I might deny you certain pleasures. Tell me the truth.”

Verity knew, if she lied to him, she did so at her peril.

“It is true, My Lord, I do fear you will tease me and deny me and drive me mad, and though that has its own pleasure, it would be a harsh punishment indeed. I beg you, please do not discipline me that way.”

“Fear not,” he purred. “the appropriate punishment will happen later, though I will deliver some sound smacks to your beautiful backside. That is something you can always expect. For now, no more talking,” he murmured, traveling his lips to her neck, “it is time for me to explore your glorious body.”

BUY LINKS

Amazon

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A BIT ABOUT MAGGIE

Male dominance/ female submission. My passion. It is that which I write about, and my alpha-males range from down-home, hunky, spanking cowboys, to fantasy, sword-wielding, warriors, and of course, artful romantic Dominants who don't need dollars to melt their sweet subs, (even if a few of them have mega-bucks).

There's a little bit of me in all the stories, and The British Bachelor trilogy is based on a long-distance relationship I had with a British Dominant, James Collier. When he agreed to work with me on I AM A DOMINANT, I was absolutely thrilled. This book is a first-hand account of some of his more interesting experiences, including the amusing, and intriguing story of the first time he had a woman over his lap. 

I am an old-fashioned romantic, complete with my own white knight fantasies, so a red rose and heart-felt sentiment is alive and well on the pages of all my novels. If you like to sigh, please, come on in.

Last but not least, I am blessed to share my life with a precious pup, and a gorgeous mare. All creatures great and small also live close to my heart.

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Today I am honored to have Rachel de Vine visited me to talk about the new book she has written under the name of Juliette Banks! "The Artist".

The Artist

By Juliette Banks

Hello Constance, and thanks for having me on your blog today. I would love to tell you about my new book The Artist.  Some of you will know me as Rachel de Vine, but my next book, The Artist, is being released under a new name of Juliette Banks. Let me show you the cover of the new book.

Here is the blurb:

Lizzie is a pretty, but quite simple village girl when circumstances lead her to the artist, Theo. She made a bad marriage to Lionel, a man who mistreated her, and who then threw her out when she refused to sell her body on the streets for him. Now she is trying to make her way alone.

Theo is the rebellious son of a Viscount, who left his privileged background to pursue his chosen career as an artist. His favourite subjects are pretty young women whom he paints in the nude. He is delighted, therefore, when the beautiful Lizzie knocks on his door one day and offers her services as a model.

It is only a matter of days before the mutual attraction ignites between them and they become lovers. Despite village gossip, they are happy. Until Lionel, hearing that his wife is now living with the artist, erupts in a jealous rage and snatches her back while Theo is away and unable to protect her.

Upon finding Lizzie gone, Theo sets off in hot pursuit, determined to find the model for whom his feelings are growing daily. He soon catches up with Lizzie and Lionel, but during the hot-headed rescue, things take a tricky turn with an unexpected consequence.

Lionel is dead.

Unwilling to be charged with murder, and possibly hanged, Theo and Lizzie flee to Italy, where they try to start a new life together. But the past has a way of catching up with everyone, and they are no exception.

Can the love between a son of a Viscount and an illiterate country girl survive after such a troubled start? And will they have to face justice for the murder of Lizzie’s husband?

This is an erotic tale of a young couple in mid-nineteenth century England and Italy, with some explicit themes, including spanking.

Here's where you can buy it...

Amazon: goo.gl/MkpPzw  Barnes and Noble:  goo.gl/9JNcO  Blushing Books: goo.gl/i4c8hg

"You are corrupting me, Theo."  "But you like being corrupted, don't you, sweet girl?"

 Here is an excerpt from the book.

It was pure chance that he picked Oak Lane to stroll down. It was a pretty walk, with magnificent, fully-grown oak trees that gave it its name, and a stream meandering in the dip by the side of the road amongst the trees. Just before he reached the farm entrance, he spotted movement below him. Creeping a little closer he realized it was Lizzie, having her morning wash in the stream, and he darted behind one of the trees to watch without being seen. It was foolish to hide, he told himself, when he could look at that wonderful body all day while he painted her. But there was something wonderfully erotic in spying in secret his little flame-haired model, performing her morning ablutions. She clearly thought herself completely hidden from prying eyes, for there was not a trace of inhibition in her movements. 

Lizzie was standing ankle deep at the edge of the water, and had tucked her skirt up on either side of her body to avoid it getting wet. The blouse she wore on the top half of her body was unbuttoned halfway down her chest, and the soft roundness of the top of her breasts were peeking out through the gap. She had a rag in her hand and pushed it down the opened buttons and under her arms. The dampness from the rag caught against the front of the blouse and made the material stick to her breasts, causing her nipples to stand to attention. That was not the only thing that was standing to attention. In his trousers, Theo felt his cock expanding and straining against the rough material. 

A bird chirped on one of the branches above Lizzie's head, and she raised her face to look up at it. Her pose, with her mass of auburn hair flowing backwards down her back, lips open and breasts pushing outwards against her blouse, made the artist in Theo want to paint her in such a pose, and made the man in Theo want to fuck that woman so badly he was afraid he might come in his trousers. 

Having washed her upper body, Lizzie now concentrated on the lower half. Theo was unsure whether he could safely watch without giving himself away by a sigh or a groan. She bent forwards to rinse the rag in the water, away from where Theo was hidden, and he caught a glance of her perfect, shapely bottom peeking out from the bottom of her skirt. What a glorious arse, he thought to himself, and what he wouldn't give to bring the palm of his hand down on that soft, creamy flesh, leaving the imprint of his hand on her behind. 

In his usual insouciant way, and careless of whether anyone was watching, Theo slid his hand down the front of his trousers and massaged his cock while Lizzie pushed the rag up the front of her skirt and through her thighs, to clean the area where Theo longed for his cock to be right now. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined his own hand reaching up between her legs and around her sweet little quim. When he opened them again, Lizzie was already walking out of the stream, pulling her skirt back down and buttoning her blouse. Theo pulled back behind the tree in case she looked up towards the lane and saw him. When next he dared to look, she had gone. He walked quickly to reach his home so that he could relieve the ache in his groin. If he didn't get rid of that erection before Lizzie arrived at mid-day he doubted that he would be able to control himself in her presence, and he didn't want to scare her away. No, he had best finish his picture first before he gave in to his baser desires. 

She found him intriguing and a little dangerous.  He found her irresistible.

*****

I can be contacted at www.juliettebanksauthor@gmail.com

And my Facebook page is http://facebook.com/juliettebanksauthor

Or I can be found on Twitter at www.twitter.com/juliettebanksuk

I don’t yet have a separate website for Juliette Banks, but information about this book can be found at my Rachel de Vine site, which can be found at www.racheldevineauthor.com 

If you read any of my books I will be your friend forever if you leave a review at the site where you purchased the book.  Many thanks. 

                                                                             Juliette x

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