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As a society, we are in love with celebrity. Maybe you’ve not been bitten by the fame bug, but if you have, and you want the exposure or simply enjoyment of seeing your name in a book, here’s how you can do that.

Go to my Facebook page at:

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Befriend me, and follow me.

At this time, I’m about 10K words into my latest novel, tentatively entitled Rakes in Tartan. It’s the third in my bestselling Kilburn Vampires series. The first book, Temptation in Tartan reached #1 on the All Romance Ebooks list (other-historical) and hung round in the top five for a week. The second, Desire in Tartan, has been purchased by Ellora’s Cave and awaits publication.

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Your name would be attached to a minor character, Clan Kilburn’s “man of affairs” in London. At the time–1816–a man of affairs was the person who handled business for a member of the nobility, many of whom would not wish to soil their hands in filthy lucre. As for my hero, he’s too busy wooing his lady love to want to annoy himself with the mundane business of investigating her family.

And what would this man of affairs discover?

That remains to be seen. But in the world I’ve created, not all vampires are named Kilburn.

Using a random number generator, I will choose from among my FB followers just before I submit the manuscript to my editor.

Thanks for participating! As an added incentive, the chosen one will get a free copy of the book.

If you’re not familiar with the series, here’s what it’s about:

Rumors have followed the chieftains of Clan Kilburn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.

The gossip is frightening, but the reality is even darker.

From the elegant mansions of Mayfair to the mist-shrouded Highlands, the Kilburn vampires hunt, swive and kill. None are immune to their dangerous allure.

Who are the women who would dare to love them?

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Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written over sixteen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, and Liquid Silver Books. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com

Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift

She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun

 

 

A vampiric Sunday Snog from Suz deMello

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I again thank the wondrous Vicky Blisse for sharing her blog so generously.

Today’s snog is from the bestselling story Angel Laird, Vampire Wife, one of the “Clan Kilburn Vampires” series.

Here’s what it’s about:

Edgar, Laird MacReiver, had never regretted his decision to wed Isobel, daughter of Clan Kilburn’s laird…until she bit his tongue and drank his blood. Will tying her hands, spanking her rump and making her come tame the wild child of the infamous vampire clan?

Or are some women too dangerous to tame?

And here’s the snog:

Edgar’s lips caressed hers and her mind emptied of everything except this new experience. She wanted to remember everything about her first kiss: the strength of his arms, the warmth of his lips followed by the wetness of his tongue as it slid slyly into her mouth.

His flavor was distinctive, a spice like nothing she’d tasted before, a toothsome relish composed of spring water, mint and honey. The scent of the forest mingled with his aroma, a fragrance that melded good male sweat with an underlying freshness that reminded her of the summer sun glittering on the sea.

His hand trailed down her back to curve over her bottom. He squeezed, and the tingling heat of passion spread from his broad warm palm to encompass all of her. A purr rose in her throat. She slid her arms beneath his and held onto his shoulders from behind.

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She pulled him in tight, wanting nothing but this kiss to go on and on forever. Life had become so simple. Their mouths touching, their hands exploring, their bodies pressed against each other were everything. Nothing else mattered.

She sucked on his tongue but still wanted more. She nipped and then, tasting a new flavor, licked the tip. Was it his blood? She didna care. He was delicious.

She sucked harder. Yes, that was his blood seeping over her tongue from the tiny bite, and it was intoxicating…he was intoxicating. He groaned and his grip tightened. She became aware that his muscular body had hardened against hers.

That she’d taken his blood had stirred him, she realized with a bolt of pure lust snapping through her. He was aroused by her need and that, in turn, inflamed her. His maleness thrust blindly, seeking her warmth and heat. She pressed herself against him not only with desire but also with a sense of wonderment. She had not known how good he’d feel pressed against her.

His hands shifted, roamed, explored…he took her wrists and drew them down to the small of her back.

He pulled away but she couldn’t reach for him to bring him back. He gripped her shoulders and looked into her eyes with a peculiar intensity. His blond hair swung loose, and she realized what he’d done.

He’d bound her hands behind her back with his leather hair tie.

“What…why did ye do that?” She tried to tug her wrists apart, but he’d tethered them firmly.

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including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, and Liquid Silver Books. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com

Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift

She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun

 

Something Naughty…reading, gifts and more!

 

I’m the proud participant in a blog hop hosted by erotic romance authors Lisabet Sarai and Jennifer Wright.

FMI http://tinyurl.com/naughty-bloghop, but if you participate by commenting on any one of the blogs listed below, you’re in the running for the following:

**A $60 gift certificate to Eden’s Fantasies, where you can buy many naughty toys  http://www.edenfantasys.com/

**A $25 gift certificate to any one of the following: Total-E-Bound, Amazon, All About Romance Ebooks, or Barnes and Noble. Two $25 gift certificates will be randomly awarded.

If you comment on my blog, you may get a free ebook–anything in my digital booklist, your choice–that would be Suz deMello’s or Sue Swift’s digital booklists.

Here’s my “something naughty” post. It’s from Temptation in Tartan, best-selling vampire historical erotica:

Blurb:

She had to marry a monster…

Rumors had followed the chieftains of Clan Kilborn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.

But English noblewoman Lydia Swann Williston would marry Kieran, Laird Kilborn, to bring peace to the Kilborn lands after the horror of Culloden and the brutal pacification. A widow, she also brought needed wealth to Clan Kilborn. For her part, eighteen-year-old Lydia wanted children. With her husband killed at Culloden, she would make a new life in the Highlands.

The old chieftain of Clan Kilborn also died in battle, and she hoped that the new young Laird would lack his ancestors’ ferocity.

She was wrong.

****

Published by Ellora’s Cave in June 2012, Temptation in Tartan reached #1 on the All Romance Ebooks bestseller list for historical (other) romance and spent a full week in the top five. Its sequel, Desire in Tartan, will be released later this year.

Here’s the very naughty excerpt:

She examined him with an intent gaze. “You mean… Milaird was wrong?”

“Aye. I was wrong.”

“The great Kieran Kilborn was wrong?” His wife’s eyes widened. One eyebrow lifted, and she gave him a wide, disbelieving smile edged with mockery.

“Now, Lydia.” On his side, he tucked an arm beneath his head.

“P’raps the sun has risen in the west, or the sheep fly and instead, birds crop the grass. I must check.” She rose from the bed, wincing a little. He watched her bonny pink arse twitch as she pranced over to one of the arrow slits and peered out.

When she returned, she held lengths of the worn linen they used as towels. She again smiled at him.

He distrusted that impish smile, accompanied as it was by twinkling eyes.

“So,” she said. “Kieran was wrong. Kieran’s been a naughty fellow indeed.” She took his arm by the wrist and brought it to the bedpost above his head, and wrapped a strip of linen around both, binding him.

Bold she was, and lust curled deep in his belly. His prick twitched with dawning arousal. “I daresay I’ve been a bad, bad boy.”

“Oh, yes.” She took another linen strip, rolled him onto his back and trussed the other hand high.

Then she walked away from him. What did she have in mind?

She had evidently learned a’plenty during the few weeks they’d been married.

She dipped a third swatch of fabric into a ewer of water, and let the chilly liquid drip onto his chest, then swished it back and forth from nipple to nipple.  They tightened into taut little kernels, and his cock jumped, stiff and hard as an oaken club.

Her smile broadened. “I like this,” she said.

So do I, he thought, but made a show of struggling against his bonds. “Lydia—”

She chuckled, and slid the cold, wet linen down his belly to his staff. Despite the temperature, despite his already intense arousal, he thickened and lengthened.

“I wonder…” she said meditatively, scrutinizing his cock. She ran the cloth through her fingers and smiled.

She rubbed him with the wet linen, and despite the chill, he swelled. She tickled his rod so it became even harder, then wrapped his member in the fabric until only the broad, round head was exposed. With each caress of her clever wee hands and each touch of the soft, damp towel, he grew bigger and more aroused until he was about to explode.

Bending over, she gave him a little flick of her tongue and he groaned, his hips jolting up.

She laughed. “How does that feel?” She kissed his cockhead again, opening her mouth wide to encompass all of his roundness. Lightning flashed through him and he wondered if his trapped flesh was going to burst.

She gave him a little nip and he started violently.

“I asked you a question.” Her voice was cool and even. She nibbled on him again.

He jerked up, hoping to force his rod further into her mouth and p’raps get some relief, but she was too quick for him, and the wicked bond holding his cock kept him on the boundary between pleasure and pain. He couldna come until she chose to release him.

He was hers to control, utterly. “Lydia, please…”

“Please, what?”

“Please! I’m afeared this will do me harm.”

“Really? As much as a beating?”

“Are ye angry with me?”

“Nay, husband, but what’s sauce for the goose…” She left the remainder of the quote unsaid.

“What would ye have me say or do?”

She ran her hand over his ballocks and they contracted. He was frantic to shoot his load, and writhed on the sheets.

“You’re mine, do you hear?” She tugged on his cock.

“That was never in question!”

“You’re my slave as much as I am yours. Admit it!”

He tossed his body from side to side. “Yes! Yea!” He sensed the justice of her actions and didna want to fight her. And he’d give up one of his balls to come.

“Very well, then.” She tugged away the binding and then pinched the base of his rod, hard.

A blast of pure pain shot through him and he clamped down on his frustrated shout. She climbed atop him to rub her slick cunny over his cock, and he was instantly ready again. He twitched with need, pushing his rod upward toward her slit.

Kneeling, she lifted up then dropped down, her magnificent breasts bobbing. His cockhead lodged inside her, and he groaned with need and relief. She liked what she was doing, he reckoned, because the walls of her quim were fluttering and clenching. Tight, hot and wet…She eased down onto him and he thought mayhap he’d died and gone to heaven.

He shouted, “Rach air muin!” and came in thick jets, coating her channel. He lifted his hips and thrust until he hit the barrier of her womb.

She took all he had, bearing down on him so her pearl slid against him, taking her pleasure as he took his. She flung her head back as she came, riding him like a stallion, gripping his shoulders for support. The little stabs of her fingernails drove him higher, and he swiveled his hips, swirling his cock inside her. With a gasp, she collapsed over his chest. Her splendid breasts caressed his nipples, shooting him into ecstasy one more time.

Minutes later, she stirred, then reached up and released his wrists. He grabbed her in a tight embrace, locking her to him without restraint, taking her mouth in a deep kiss. Their tongues tangled, warred, played … eased into gentler loving.

They lay side by side, regarding each other, startled, sated and pleased. He looked into the warm chocolate depths of her eyes, seeking and finding her soul. His gaze rested within hers for a long while. Gradually, her breaths and his slowed, evened and matched.

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Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written over sixteen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, and Liquid Silver Books. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com

Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift

She tweets her book picks @ReadThis4fun

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Stormie Kent Stormie Kent’s Musings	Suz deMello Fearless, Fast-paced Fiction	Synithia Williams Synithia Williams
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A Scottish Snog: from Temptation in Tartan by Suz deMello

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Today’s snog is from my #1 bestseller (according to ARE at least—their historical-other list).

Temptation in Tartan is about a young English lady who found herself in a bit of a mess:

She had to marry a monster…

Rumors had followed the chieftains of Clan Kilborn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.

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But English noblewoman Lydia Swann Williston would marry Kieran, Laird Kilborn, to bring peace to the Kilborn lands after the horror of Culloden and the brutal pacification. A widow, she also brought needed wealth to Clan Kilborn. For her part, eighteen-year-old Lydia wanted children. With her husband killed at Culloden, she would make a new life in the Highlands.

The old chieftain of Clan Kilborn also died in battle, and she hoped that the new young Laird would lack his ancestors’ ferocity.

She was wrong.

Lydia and Kieran, Laird Kilborn, do end up enjoying their HEA but it was a rough road.

Here’s their kiss. Did I mention that it’s not on the mouth?

“Ye look right funny with yer mouth open like that.”

She shut it with a snap.

“Ye know what a man likes to do with a lassie’s open mouth, don’t ye?”

“Kiss it?”

“Nay.”

“Um, put his tongue into it?”

He stood, unlaced his trews and took out his cock, running his fingers along its already nerve-wracking size. He smoothed away a fleshy covering to reveal a thick, rigid pole.

She gaped.

“Exactly so, me wife. Shall we try this?”

His voice was soft and supplicating. Reassured, she managed a nod. Her gaze remained fixed on his thickening member as he pulled off boots and stockings, shirt and trews.

Her gaze flashed up to his chest, muscular, white-skinned and furred with black curls, then back to his cock, and down. His legs were as hard and brawny as the rest of him, with the shapely calves she remembered from the first time they’d met.

His member again seized her attention. She was fascinated by his tool, framed as it was by a thick bed of black hair.  “I, er, I’ve never known anyone who could divest himself of his clothes so quickly.”

“Ye’re a lass of limited experience, but ye’ll not hear me complain.”

Reaching for her ankles, he tugged them down, then arranged a pillow beneath her head, elevating it for…what?

“Ye seem right curious about my friend, here.” He fondled his rigid length, its vivid color a contrast with the pale skin that covered the rest of his muscular body.

“Er, yes.”

“Explore all ye wish, me bonny wife. He’s yours to use as ye will.” Kieran climbed back onto the bed, kneeling with one knee on either side of her torso. He smiled down at her.

She reached with a hesitant finger and touched the tip. Firm, round and red. She stroked, and from beneath the surface smoothness a hard core jutted into her hand.

“Oh!” She jerked her fingers away.

He replaced them. “He often does seem to have a mind of his own, but I try to think with the one in me head.” He gave her his impish grin.

She smiled back and gave him a hesitant squeeze.

Sucking in a breath, he closed his eyes. Encouraged, she squeezed more firmly and then ran her fingertips up and down, watching and listening as well as feeling. A musky aroma mingled with Kieran’s usual fresh scent and her roses. She leaned forward to sniff his privates and inhaled deeply, her nose nuzzling his cods.

His cock, swaying, bumped against her cheek and she used her lips and tongue to move it away. Another indrawn breath from her husband, this one louder. Interesting. She turned her head to one side and again put her mouth to his shaft.

“Yesssss….”

Aha. She slid her lips up and down his length, eliciting a groan. She hoped it was a happy groan, and looked up to see Kieran’s eyes closed with an ecstatic expression on his face.

If you like what you read, and are interested in more, here’s a buy link:

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Here’s where you can find all my erotica:

https://www.amazon.com/author/suzdemello

And here’s a little bit about me:

Best-selling, award-winning author Sue Swift, a.k.a Suz deMello, has written over fifteen novels, plus several short stories and non-fiction articles. She writes in numerous genres including romance, mystery, paranormal, historical, contemporary comedy and erotica. She’s a freelance editor who’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, Liquid Silver Books and Etopia Press. She also takes on private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in PW, Kirkus and Booklist, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, she resides in northern California. Her passion is world travel, and she’s left the US over a dozen times, including stints working overseas for many months. Right now, she’s working on her next manuscript and planning her next trip.

Her blog is at http://www.fearlessfastpacedfiction.com. Find her reading picks @ReadThis4fun on Twitter, and befriend her on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/SueSwift ). Her sites are at http://www.sue-swift.com and http://www.suzdemello.com.

New short story: Angel Laird, Vampire Wife

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Thanks to Victoria Blisse, I can showcase my new shortie–just put it up on Amazon yesterday. It’ll cost you a cool 99 cents or nothing at all if you’re an Amazon Prime member, and it’s enabled for lending, too.

Angel Laird, Vampire Wife is a sequel to the bestselling  Temptation in Tartan, and is also a Kilburn Vampires story.

In it, we learn about the romance between Edgar, Laird MacReiver, who appeared as a boy in Temptation, and Isobel, Kier and Lydia’s first-born daughter, who had been promised to Edgar as his bride even before her birth.

But does Edgar want a wife who enjoys the taste of his blood? And does strong-willed Isobel want a mate someone else picked for her?

Only one way to find out!

Here’s their kiss…the setup is that Isobel has “borrowed” Edgar’s half-broken horse, which ran away with her before dumping her off in the forest.

He dismounted to caress his horse’s forehead before running his hands along the neck and body. Something hot and red billowed in Isobel’s chest. What was it? ‘Twas the same uncomfortable feeling she got when her younger brothers or sisters claimed too much of their parents’ attention. The same horrible emotion that overcame her when other lassies dared to flirt with Edgar…which happened more frequently than she liked.

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Jealousy.

She was jealous of the attention Edgar was giving to a horse. A horse.   

Bloody hell.

Removing his gloves, Edgar slid expert fingers up and down each of Ranger’s legs, paying particular attention to the delicate fetlocks.

She wondered how those long, tanned, strong fingers would feel if he touched her. When he finally touched her. So far he’d kept his distance even though they were affianced, a fact which she both liked and resented.

He straightened with a sigh. “No harm done. You were lucky this time, my girl.”

“Your girl? Since when am I your girl?”

He led the horse back to the stream and dropped the reins.  Ranger drank placidly. Standing in the water with tail a’swish, he seemed completely unlike the wild beast she’d sought to tame. Dash joined him.

Edgar eyed the horses, then eyed her. “You’ve been mine since before you were born.”

“I mislike your manner, sir. I am yet unmarried. I belong to no man.”

“You belong to me.” He returned, looming over her, tall and blond and impossibly beautiful. The Angel Laird, the lassies called him. Well, they could have him.

“I willna be ordered. I willna be treated as though I’m a possession.”

He took her by the shoulders. “But you are.”

His mouth descended on hers while one hand seized the back of her head, holding her fast. She couldna resist, and didna want to, for she’d yearned for this moment…

…But would she meekly accept her fate? What right had others to predestine her life?

Edgar’s lips caressed hers and her mind emptied of everything except this new experience. She wanted to remember everything about her first kiss: the strength of his arms, the warmth of his lips followed by the wetness of his tongue as it slid slyly into her mouth.

His flavor was distinctive, a spice like nothing she’d tasted before, a toothsome relish composed of spring water, mint and honey. The scent of the forest mingled with his aroma, a fragrance that melded good male sweat with an underlying freshness that reminded her of the summer sun glittering on the sea.

His hand trailed down her back to curve over her bottom. He squeezed, and the tingling heat of passion spread from his broad warm palm to encompass all of her. A purr rose in her throat. She slid her arms beneath his and held onto his shoulders from behind.

She pulled him in tight, wanting nothing but this kiss to go on and on forever. Life had become so simple. Their mouths touching, their hands exploring, their bodies pressed against each other were everything. Nothing else mattered.

She sucked on his tongue but still wanted more. She nipped and then, tasting a new flavor, licked the tip. Was it his blood? She didna care. He was delicious.

She sucked harder. Yes, that was his blood seeping over her tongue from the tiny bite, and it was intoxicating… He was intoxicating. He groaned and his grip tightened. She became aware that his muscular body had hardened against hers.

That she’d taken his blood had stirred him, she realized with a bolt of pure lust snapping through her. He was aroused by her need and that, in turn, inflamed her. His maleness thrust blindly, seeking her warmth and heat. She pressed herself against him not only with desire but also with a sense of wonderment. She had not known how good he’d feel pressed against her.

His hands shifted, roamed, explored…he took her wrists and drew them down to the small of her back.

He pulled away but she couldn’t reach for him to bring him back. He gripped her shoulders and looked into her eyes with a peculiar intensity. His blond hair swung loose, and she realized what he’d done.

He’d bound her hands behind her back with his leather hair tie.

“What…why did ye do that?” She tried to tug her wrists apart, but he’d tethered them firmly.

***

Like what you read? There’s more at Amazon at http://tinyurl.com/VampireWife

And here’s a little about me: Best-selling, award-winning author Sue Swift, a.k.a Suz deMello has written over fifteen novels, plus several short stories and non-fiction articles. She writes in numerous genres including romance, mystery,

Sue Swift/Suz deMello

paranormal, historical, contemporary comedy and erotica. She’s a freelance editor who’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, Liquid Silver Books and Etopia Press. She also takes on private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in PW, Kirkus and Booklist, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, she resides in northern California. Her passion is world travel, and she’s left the US over a dozen times, including stints working overseas for many months. Right now, she’s working on her next manuscript and planning her next trip.

Her blog is at http://www.fearlessfastpacedfiction.com. Find her reading picks @ReadThis4fun on Twitter, and befriend her on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/SueSwift ). Her sites are at http://www.sue-swift.com and http://www.suzdemello.com.

Her Amazon author pages, which list all of her books and stories, are at https://www.amazon.com/author/sueswift and https://www.amazon.com/author/suzdemello

Enjoy!

***A very different Sunday snog: games people always played

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It’s hard to conceive of people’s lives in the eighteenth century. Yet, despite an abundance of new technologies affecting everything from the moment we’re born until the second we draw our last breath, people still do the same things: we eat, sleep and make love. And ways of lovemaking haven’t changed much except for the vibrator.. I’m guessing that in the eighteenth century, people played the same bedroom games we do.

Here’s a selection from Temptation in Tartan, set in the mid-eighteenth century.

“You mean… Milaird was wrong?”

“Aye. I was wrong.”

“The great Kieran Kilborn was wrong?” His wife’s eyes widened. One eyebrow lifted, and she gave him a wide, disbelieving smile edged with mockery.

“Now, Lydia.” On his side, he tucked an arm beneath his head.

“P’raps the sun has risen in the west, or the sheep fly and instead, birds crop the grass. I must check.” She rose from the bed, wincing a little. He watched her bonny pink arse twitch as she pranced over to one of the arrow slits and peered out.

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When she returned, she held lengths of the worn linen they used as towels. She again smiled at him.

He distrusted that impish smile, accompanied as it was by twinkling eyes.

“So,” she said. “Kieran was wrong. Kieran’s been a naughty fellow indeed.” She took his arm by the wrist and brought it to the bedpost above his head, and wrapped a strip of linen around both, binding him.

Bold she was, and lust curled deep in his belly. His prick twitched with dawning arousal. “I daresay I’ve been a bad, bad boy.”

“Oh, yes.” She took another linen strip, rolled him onto his back and trussed the other hand high.

Then she walked away from him. What did she have in mind?

She had evidently learned a’plenty during the few weeks they’d been married.

She dipped a third swatch of fabric into a ewer of water, and let the chilly liquid drip onto his chest, then swished it back and forth from nipple to nipple.  They tightened into taut little kernels, and his cock jumped, stiff and hard as an oaken club.

Her smile broadened. “I like this,” she said.

So do I, he thought, but made a show of struggling against his bonds. “Lydia—”

She chuckled, and slid the cold, wet linen down his belly to his staff. Despite the temperature, despite his already intense arousal, he thickened and lengthened.

“I wonder…” she said meditatively, scrutinizing his cock. She ran the cloth through her fingers and smiled.

She rubbed him with the wet linen, and despite the chill, he swelled. She tickled his rod so it became even harder, then wrapped his member in the fabric until only the broad, round head was exposed. With each caress of her clever wee hands and each touch of the soft, damp towel, he grew bigger and more aroused until he was about to explode.

Bending over, she gave him a little flick of her tongue and he groaned, his hips jolting up.

She laughed. “How does that feel?” She kissed his cockhead again, opening her mouth wide to encompass all of his roundness. Lightning flashed through him and he wondered if his trapped flesh was going to burst.

She gave him a little nip and he started violently.

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And here’s a little bit about me:

Best-selling, award-winning author Sue Swift, a.k.a Suz deMello, has written over fifteen novels, plus several short stories and non-fiction articles. She writes in numerous genres including romance, mystery, paranormal, historical, contemporary comedy and erotica. She’s a freelance editor who’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, Liquid Silver

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Books and Etopia Press. She also takes on private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in PW, Kirkus and Booklist, attained the finals of the RITA and hot several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, she resides in northern California. Her passion is world travel, and she’s left the US over a dozen times, including stints working overseas for many months. Right now, she’s working on her next manuscript and planning her next trip.

Her blog is at http://www.fearlessfastpacedfiction.com. Find her reading picks @ReadThis4fun on Twitter, and befriend her on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/SueSwift ). Her sites are at http://www.sue-swift.com and http://www.suzdemello.com.

Meeting the Lucky Seven Challenge!

She got me! That is, Victoria Blisse tagged me to participate in the Lucky Seven blog challenge, open only to writers. Here’s how it works: You go to your work in progress, head to page 7 or 77, count down 7 lines, then post the next seven sentences, no matter what they are.

So here’s a selection from Desire in Tartan, the sequel to Temptation in Tartan. It takes place just after the hero and the heroine have become handfasted.

It’s gonna be a hot wedding night!

“Stand up and take off your clothes.” His voice had taken on a shard of steel running through it.

“What?”

“Ye heard me. Take off your clothes, every stitch. You’ve done a great wrong, me wife, and ye’ll be punished for it.”

She stared at him open-mouthed.

It’s June–how about a Scottish wedding snog?

http://victoriablisse.co.uk/sunday-snog

This wedding snog comes from my bestselling (oh, how I LOVE that word!) book Temptation in Tartan. This isn’t too much of a spoiler, for the marriage of convenience occurs early in the story.

But first, here’s what the book is about:

She had to marry a monster…

Rumors had followed the chieftains of Clan Kilborn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.

But English noblewoman Lydia Swann Williston would marry Kieran, Laird Kilborn, to bring peace to the Kilborn lands after the horror of Culloden and the brutal pacification. A widow, she also brought needed wealth to Clan Kilborn. For her part, eighteen-year-old Lydia wanted children. With her husband killed at Culloden, she would make a new life in the Highlands.

The old chieftain of Clan Kilborn also died in battle, and she hoped that the new young Laird would lack his ancestors’ ferocity.

She was wrong.

And here’s the snog:

The tiny chapel had been a good choice on her mother’s part. Without the attendance of family and friends, using any of the larger, more popular churches would have been frightful. Set offside the main kirk, the chapel, with only a tapestry depicting Christ’s birth, was by contrast cozy, comfortably holding the few attendees: Lydia’s cousin, her mother, plus Kieran’s cousin Dugald Kilborn. Kier’s cousin shared what she guessed were family traits: tall form, dark hair and that strange, pale skin. P’raps the Highlands weren’t sunny.

The local cleric stumbled over the words of the standard Church of England ceremony, and Lydia guessed that her mother had insisted upon the ritual that was familiar to her rather than what local custom preferred. Then the fellow

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spoke a few words in Gaelic and asked her to do the same. She obeyed, stumbling over the unfamiliar sibilants.

She cast a frightened glance at Kieran, hoping he wasn’t angry. She hadn’t meant to mock his people…their people. But he watched her, the slight smile curving his lips the sole betrayal of his mood. His eyes twinkled reassuringly before one lid dropped, an unmistakable wink.

She completely lost the thread of what the priest had said and stopped speaking. Instead she simply stood there and stared at him, blinking in confusion.

His grin stretched wider and he picked up where she’d left off, repeating the Gaelic with calm certainty. He took her hand and placed his wrist next to hers. His skin felt cool and a little damp, as though he were sweating with nerves, but his face showed no hint of anxiety.

The cleric wrapped cloth around their wrists and their hands were even closer. Despite the tightness of the binding, he turned his forearm to grasp her fingers. His hold was firm and determined.

She looked down. His hand and hers were pale as dawn,  indistinguishable in color. Where did she end and Kieran begin?

His fingers tightened, and she relished that, noticing his size and strength compared to hers.

Gasps came from the onlookers and again she blinked, confused. Then she noticed that the bright swatch of fabric that the cleric had twisted around them was tartan. It bore two shades of blue crisscrossed by bright yellow and red stripes.

Forbidden, but Kieran had dared.

She met his eyes again and he leaned toward her to whisper in her ear. “I couldna resist yer dowry, kylyrra.”

His breath tickled her ear. Then he shifted to kiss first her forehead, then her cheek and mouth, just as he had before, giving her an extra buss on the lips. Affectionate rather than blatantly lustful, and she liked that.

Then he raised their bound hands high and kissed the back of hers. His dark eyes surveyed her with a serious regard and even a little possessive pride. “Yer mine, now.”

That evoked a shiver. But why?

Published by Ellora’s Cave earlier this month, Temptation in Tartan reached #1 on the All Romance Ebooks bestseller list for historical (other) romance and spent a full week in the top five. Its sequel, Desire in Tartan, is in process.

For more of Sue Swift/Suz deMello’s books, check out her sites. They can be reached from http://www.sue-swift.com and http://www.suzdemello.com

 

 

 

Anatomy of a Hasty Book Launch

Two of my books, one a new book and the other a reprint–were published a few days ago, on June first.

I’d known for quite some time that Walk Like A Manwould be released that day, but received the final file the day before and the book cover on the day the book was published. Needless to day, that created a number of issues regarding

Walk Like A Man
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promo.

As for Temptation in Tartan, Ellora’s Cave surprised me by giving me a pub date within a couple weeks of turning in the edited manuscript. And I found out by looking at the site (!?). Not ideal.

But after freaking out for a couple of minutes, I swung into action and emailed everyone I knew (okay, that’s an exaggeration, but you get the picture) and asked if they’d help me with a blog tour.

Authors are wonderful. Within minutes (and this is not an exaggeration) a number of people had responded, and I thank them all so very very much:

Catherine Cavendish

http://www.catherinecavendish.com/2012/06/vampire-clan-wages-war-in-highlands.html

Crystal Kauffman

http://crystalkauffman.blogspot.com/

Linda Andrews

http://lindaandrews.wordpress.com/2012/06/01/temptation-in-tartan-by-sue-venice/

Maria-Claire Payne

http://maria-clairepayne.com/will-his-bride-say-i-do-or-bite-me-welcome-suz-demello

Victoria Blisse

http://victoriablisse.co.uk/blog/suz-demello-blog-swap

Lisabet Sarai

http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2012/06/temptation-in-tartan.html

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And upcoming:

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Fayth Devlin

Morgen Bailey

Viajera del Mar

Maggie Nash

Mary Hughes

Sue Lyndon

Romancing the Genres

…and more!

Not bad for an off-the-cuff effort. Then I discovered a wonderful group of writers who will trade such things as Amazon likes and tags, FB posts and twitter feeds. I also asked my friends to help, and I’m gratified to say that a lot of people responded. Who helped me? Almost impossible to list but I’ll try:

Cindy Spencer-Pape, Regina Duke, Patricia Kay, Debra Holland, Nina Pierce, Linda Golden, Sylvia McDaniel, P.O.

Dixon, Elysa Hendricks, Donna Tunney, Helen Scott Taylor, Linda McLaughlin, Felice Fox, Thea Hutcheson, Suzanne Welsh, Leanne Tyler, Marie Higgins, Cindy Woolf, Carolynn Carey, TC Archer, Misty Dietz, Marika Weber, Cyndi Faria, Pamela Turner, Kristy Swords.

I also sent everyone who helped me an individual email if I could. If I’ve left anyone out I do apologize.

So we’ll see when the royalty statements come in if all this activity has helped! I think it has. Already Temptation in Tartan has reached and maintained a solid Amazon sales ranking, which is great for a book that appeared on Amazon late (ugh) and without a cover (double ugh). I”m working on these issues right now.

BTW…if anyone out there thinks (1) a career as a writer is easy money, or (2) your job as a writer is done when you’ve finished the manuscript…this blog should tell you that you’re sadly mistaken. There’s nothing easy about this job, and not a day goes by that I contemplate doing something easier, like, say, digging ditches with my teeth or cleaning toilets at a truckstop.

Happy Release Day!

Not one but TWO books are released today.

Available June 1 from Ellora’s Cave

Here’s the 4-1-1:

Re: Temptation in Tartan:

She had to marry a monster…

Rumors had followed the chieftains of Clan Kilborn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.

But English noblewoman Lydia Swann Williston would marry Kieran, Laird Kilborn, to bring peace to the Kilborn lands after the horror of Culloden and the brutal pacification. A widow, she also brought needed wealth to Clan Kilborn. For her part, eighteen-year-old Lydia wanted children. With her husband killed at Culloden, she would make a new life in the Highlands.

The old chieftain of Clan Kilborn also died in battle, and she hoped that the new young Laird would lack his ancestors’ ferocity.

She was wrong.

Buy the book at http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10121-temptation-in-tartan.aspx

Walk Like A Man

And there’s also Walk Like A Man:

Macho quarterback Jim Wellman meets his match in bright and sassy physical therapist Marti Solis, who goads him out of his wheelchair, pushing him to walk again. Unlike every other woman Jim has wanted, she refuses to jump into the sack with the celebrity athlete. Though attracted to his bedroom smile and rugged good looks, she’s intimidated by his fame and turned off by his arrogance.

Can Jim become the lover Marti needs? Can he learn to walk like a man?

Set in California’s beautiful Napa Valley, this multicultural romance delivers humor and pathos, sparkling dialogue, layered characters, a heroine to root for and a hero who’s pure fantasy.

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I hope you love my books!