Evernight Publishing Valentine's Snippet Blog Hop

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.

****

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.

Buy Link - http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-brides-journey-by-laurie-sorensen/

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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