Ok hoppers….this is how it is for this blog hop. Prizes galore, all you need to do is visit each blog on the hop, read the snippets on each blog, and answer the question provided by the blog owner in order to enter to win each prize. (different prizes with different blogs)
My Prize – Valentine’s Day is right around the corner, who wouldn’t want to spice up the bedroom with a little extra fun. Fun that can be solo or even done with a partner. I am giving the following two items away to ONE lucky commenter that answers the question at the end of the blog.
Now for the snippets – I am sharing two. Answer a question for one or the other of the snippets. The buy links are provided after the snippet of each book.
The Bride’s Journey (Coming soon to Print)
Bereft of his heat, Abby shivered slightly as she stared at the
door. What must he think of me now? I am nothing but a wanton
woman, pushing myself on a man who doesn’t know me. Oh my, what
things he made my body feel. I wanted to burn with it, yet there must
be more to it than what I was feeling. But what more could there be?
Abby entered her room. Locking the door, she leaned up
against it and sighed. Her heart was still fluttering so she took a
couple of deep breaths trying to calm her thoughts. The bed seemed to
call her name, her lids getting heavy as she made her way across the
room. Maybe a good night’s rest will clear these ridiculous notions
from my head.
She removed her robe, draped it over the end of the bed and
climbed beneath the sheets. Her night rail proved too warm. Sighing,
she got out of bed and removed it. Abby placed it on the end of the
bed with her wrapper and slipped under the covers, the cool linen
luxurious against her soft skin. She snuggled into the down feather
mattress and took a deep breath. I can almost smell him. My friends
were right, men have a most fascinating smell. The pillow she had
laid her head on smelled lightly of lavender, and her hands smelled of
Benjamin. She smiled and slipped into a restless sleep filled with
dreams.
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His hand reached for her, tipping her face up for his kiss.
Abby molded herself to his body, melding them into one being. She
wrapped her arms around his neck, arching her back begging for
more. Benjamin picked her up, carrying her to the bed, deepening the
kiss, eliciting small moans from the back of her throat. Never
breaking the kiss, he laid them down stroking her body freely.
Tweaking one nipple in his fingers, his lips left her mouth, blazing a
white hot trail down her neck to the other nipple. Sucking it into his
mouth he suckled there and was rewarded when she threw her head
back catching her breath. Smiling, he chanced a glance at her face
before letting her nipple go to kiss her ribs and stomach. Abby was
wriggling upon the sheets when his mouth took possession of her most
private parts. Benjamin slid his tongue through the golden brown
curls hiding her treasure and found the hard little nub that would
bring her the greatest pleasure known to womanhood. He lightly
nipped the rosy bud before delving deeper into her, stroking his
tongue up and down her moist slit. One hand stroked her while his
tongue journeyed in and out of her shaft, the other hand never having
left the nipple he played with.
Abby moaned loud enough to have awakened herself. She was
breathing heavily while one hand was stroking a hardened nipple and
the other was between her legs, soaking wet. Jerking up in bed, she
brought her hands out from under the blankets as her body, hot and
sweating, shaking. Oh my, what on earth was all that? A quick
glance about the room proved she was alone; Benjamin wasn’t there.
Gasping, she collapsed upon the pillow, her cheeks pink. She covered
herself completely before finally slipping into a restful sleep.
The Pirate Princess
“I want to see him! I want to see if he is the way I remember
him from childhood. He was so handsome then, I think I fell in love
with him at first sight. His parents brought him for a visit. I believed
we were to be betrothed, but father would hear nothing of the sort.”
“You risk too much if you attempt to see him, Princess. What
if we are caught?” Helga spoke in hushed tones. “The others are
waiting down by the postern gate. Milady, we must leave
immediately.”
Alvilda ignored Helga and walked quickly toward the great
hall. She simply had to see the Prince. “Just one glimpse, Helga, and
I can go.” Silently she moved down the hall, the shadows obscuring her
presence to all save Helga. Standing on tip-toe she peeked through
the narrow window and sighed at the sight of Prince Alf. His
magnificent body stood outlined by the flickering glow of the
fireplace. He had his back to her and she was able to admire the
muscles outlined by his tight fitting britches. His hair fell from his
shoulders in a brilliant blonde wavy sheen. Her heart pounded when
he swung his head to gaze in her direction. Had he seen her? She
held her breath, half-fearing discovery and half-excited by the
prospect, until he shrugged and went back to staring at the fire.
“Milady, that was too close! He felt you watching him.
Please, we need to make haste! The more time we have before the
king discovers your escape, the better our chances to be away and not
get caught. Do you want to be dragged back here to marry the
prince?”
Alvilda’s eyes narrowed and her brow wrinkled. “You know I
don’t want to marry anyone. I only wanted to see him. He’s
beautiful, isn’t he?” She didn’t wait for Helga’s answer already
moving swiftly down the corridor to the kitchen. She paused long
enough to fill her leather bag with apples, bread, cheese and a full
wine skin. Making her way down the moonlit path to the postern gate,
Alvilda chanced a glance up to the castle towering behind her in the
night gloom. She spied her mother watching from her lighted
bedroom window. She couldn’t see her mother’s tears so much as
feel them deep in the core of her being. The princess touched her
heart with her right hand and made to grasp it and throw it to her
mother, a sign that her heart would always be with her. Her mother
did the same.
Turning back toward the gate, Alvilda faced over a dozen
women with their eyes on her, silently waiting for orders.
“Quickly now, no time to dawdle. Our new life begins very
soon. I’m taking one of father’s ships, and the faster we move the
sooner we can be at sea. If time is on my side, it will be late
tomorrow morning before he discovers me gone.”
The women made their way down the cliff side path to the
cove holding her father’s two ships. They boarded the smaller of the
two because it was closest to the open sea. Besides, with a crew of
inexperienced women as sailors, the smaller ship was the wiser choice.
When all the women were aboard, Alvilda manned the rudder
while the others, including Helga, took up the oars and headed out to
sea.
The princess glanced over her shoulder again and imagined
her mother still watching from her window. Once more she touched
her heart, grasped it and threw it in the direction of the castle. She’d
made good her escape. She would be her own woman. She would
answer to no one, but she would certainly miss her mother.
Will Alf be angry when he finds me gone? No matter, I’m sure
he will quickly get over the loss of me.
“We are well on our way, so keep watch and wake me only if
there is no other choice.” Alvilda slipped below decks and found her
father’s cabin. Shutting the door, she collapsed on the berth. Before
long the heat of the enclosed space had her taking everything she
wore off. Confident they would not be followed for some time,
Alvilda smiled as she lay on the bed and stretched her naked body
over the roughhewn wool cover upon the bed. He certainly was a
handsome man, far more handsome than I remember. “Just stop it, he
isn’t meant for you, no one is,” she said as she turned over onto her
stomach and fell asleep.
His hands caressed her skin, lightly skimming over her back
and across her buttocks then down the backs of her legs. Alvilda
arched her back; when she did her legs slightly spread open, giving
him easier access to the treasure covered in golden curls. One hand
slid between her legs and delved into the curls finding her most
private parts, the hard little nub hidden from the world. Stroking that
tiny button elicited a small moan in the back of her throat.
Encouraged, he rubbed harder and Alvilda drew her legs up, bringing
herself onto her knees.
Alf bent over her back, pressing his cock against her as he
grazed his fingers over both nipples before gently squeezing them
between both thumbs and forefingers. She groaned, coming up on her
knees and leaning back into his chest, then reaching behind her head
to bring him closer. Alf nuzzled into her neck, kissing the pulse he
found there, wrapping his arms around her body, his cock jumping
with the desire to plunge deep within her. One hand dipped down and
found she was wet and ready; rubbing the hard nub, Alf gently pushed
her down, giving him ample access to drive into her without effort.
He grasped her hips, his cock throbbing and so hard no guidance was
needed, and slowly he entered her, reveling in the tightness
surrounding him.
Gyrating against her buttocks, slipping in and out of her wet
heat drove him to plunge faster and deeper with each stroke. Alvilda
screamed out his name.
“Alf!” She woke on her knees with her hand between her
legs, a fine sheen of sweat marking her entire body. Weak and
shaking, she collapsed upon the bed, gasping for air and looking about
the room.
A knock sounded at the door. “Princess, is everything
alright?” Helga sounded behind the locked door.
Quickly glancing around the room once more to be certain Alf
was not in the room, Alvilda replied, “Nothing’s wrong Helga, I was
dreaming.” I think. I feel like my entire body is singing.
Alvilda heard Helga’s retreating footsteps and got off the bed,
only to discover that she seemed to be dripping some kind of liquid
down her legs. She grasped a linen cloth to wipe herself off, and as
she did so, discovered she was sensitive in her private area and
slightly sore. Confused about her present state, Alvilda went back to
the berth and lay down to sleep once more.
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The Bride's Journey Question - What did the pillow smell like when Abby lay her head upon it?
The Pirate Princess Question - At what time of day did Princess Alvilda make good her escape, and which way did she go?
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