We have a real treat today! I'm blasting on League of Rogues today about erotic historical romance writer Jess Michael's brand new release called A Matter of Sin!
Here's the scoop:
The Ladies Book of
Pleasures, Book 1
The widowed Lady Isabel Avenbury has one remaining younger
sister to shepherd into an advantageous marriage, and then she will be free.
Free to take a lover to fill her lonely nights—the only option left for a woman
on the delicate edge of a certain age.
Except when she chaperones her sister to a country house
party, she is taken aback with her sudden, undeniable attraction to the host.
And deliciously scandalized when she finds a copy of the notorious,
much-gossiped-about Ladies Book of
Pleasures in his library.
When Seth Rowland, Marquis Lyndham, notices his book is
missing, his interest is piqued as to which of the potential young brides at
his party has absconded with it—and shocked to discover it’s Isabel. Though
older than the women he’d planned to court, the powerful beauty exudes a
sensuality he cannot ignore.
The book inspires them to begin a desperate, passionate
affair. But their time together is running out and they must choose. Follow
society’s rules, or take a chance at love.
Warning: Found within are highly scandalous books that
trigger passionate desires, surrender in the orangery and possibly true love.
Excerpt:
Isabel trembled as Seth broke the deepening kiss that was
rapidly turning her insides to mush. He stepped back and her stomach clenched
with fear that he had changed his mind and would leave. But he only examined
her. There was a dark and sensual look in his eyes, an expression of desire and
possession that put her body on edge and made her knees weak.
He reached for her, and she couldn’t help but stare as his
hand touched her shoulder. His long fingers curled around the flesh and bone
there, drawing her closer with exquisite gentleness. She shivered as she
watched those same fingers drag down her shaking body. They crested over her
breast on a journey to the buttons along the front of her gown, and she let out
a sigh she couldn’t have withheld for all the gold in England.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
She started as she looked up at his face. As seemed to be
the case each time she did so, she was taken aback by how beautiful he was.
And right now that handsome face, those bright, impossibly
blue eyes were focused on her and her alone. His face was taut with tension,
the veins in his neck throbbing as he unbuttoned the top button of her gown.
“I have been imagining stripping you down like this for
days,” he whispered as the second button popped free. “I cannot wait to fulfill
that fantasy.”
Isabel tensed.
“What—what if you are disappointed?” she whispered as the
third and fourth button opened in rapid succession. “I want…I want these things
I can hardly express, but I’m not experienced in them. I don’t know if I
will…if I can satisfy you.”
He hesitated, and his gaze held on hers steadily. Then he
opened the gown and gently slid it down her trembling shoulders, down over her
hips and let it pool around her feet on the floor. She was so on edge by that
point that even the slide of her gown over her skin made her shiver with
pleasure. Only then did she realize how exposed she was.
Isabel lifted her hands out of habit to cover her breasts.
She wasn’t yet naked, for she still remained in her chemise and a pair of what
felt like extremely flimsy drawers, but no man save her husband had ever seen
her in such a state.
Heat flooded her cheeks and she wanted to turn away, but
Seth caught her chin and held her steady with one hand, while with the other he
pushed her hands aside and forced her to let him see her.
“Isabel,” he whispered, his voice thick. “I’m not
disappointed, I assure you. You are…remarkable. In truth, I fear I might not be
able to control myself once I touch you and I
won’t satisfy you. I wouldn’t want to
repeat what happened today.”
She arched a brow as images of their heated, quick coupling
against the door in the orangery tormented her and made her already weeping sex
ache.
“I was fully
satisfied, ” she murmured.
He smiled, wicked and improper. “I’m glad. But the first time
I made love to you, I should have taken my time. And so I intend to remedy that
tonight. Now.”
About the Author:
Jess Michaels began writing full-time in 1999 after being encouraged by her husband to follow her dream. In 2003, she sold her first novella to Red Sage Press, an erotic historical romance about an Egyptian tomb and a very sexy curse. Since then she has published (or has contracted to publish) nearly 50 novels and novellas under three different pen names with several major publishers, small presses and via self-publishing. Her erotic historical romances have been national bestsellers and won awards from booksellers and readers.
