Sweet Nothings–10/19/13 As Long As You’re Mine

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“Let me whisper sweet nothings in your ear.”

Welcome back to Sweet Nothings, a little shadow of Sweet Saturday Samples, until that sweet treat starts back up.  Until that happens, I’m doing a little weekly blog where you can post a “sweet” excerpt  (PG 13 or milder) from one of your works.  Remember: please  hold the excerpt to 350 words or less. But if your cutting needs just a few more words, that’s okay too.  I won’t be counting. LOL

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Today’s “Sweet Nothing” is another excerpt from my (hopefully) soon-to-be released Victorian historical novel, As Long As You’re Mine.  This excerpt is the spirited continuation of last week’s “nothing” beneath the copper beech.  Rafe retaliates!

A single huge stride put her within reach. She had time for a high-pitched squawk then he had his mouth on hers again, finding it still open from her cry. He took full advantage, delving into the warm, sweet depths, chasing her outraged tongue, stroking the roof of her mouth until she squealed, though probably not with delight. He released her abruptly, the suction of their lips making a rude smacking noise.

The_Autograph_Tree_(a_purple-leaved_beech)_in_the_walled_garden_at_Coole_Park,_Co._Galway._-_geograph.org.uk_-_65154She drew her arm back for another strike but he caught it nimbly in one hand. “Once was quite enough for that sort of mischief, my lady.”

“I could say the same thing about your kisses, Mr. Beauregard.” Samantha tried to twist her arm free, but he held it secure.

“If you really thought so you shouldn’t have encouraged me during the first one.” He grinned at her furrowed brow.

Her exasperated huff ruffled the hair on his forehead. “I did no such thing!”

“I regret to disagree, but you most certainly did. And there’s no reason we can’t indulge in a little dalliance with a clear conscience now. We blew the barn door off the hinges last night. That horse isn’t coming back.”

“I don’t intend to indulge in anything with you, Mr. Beauregard.” She pursed her lips. “Will you please let me go? You’re hurting my arm.”

Rafe doubted that, but he nodded and released her. She immediately darted around the side of the tree, though he could see her rubbing her wrist. He shook his head, weary of her didoes, and bent to pick up her gloves.

“You can come back, Samantha. I promise not to bite.”

“If you try to kiss me again, sir, I will be the one who bites,” she said from behind the tree.

 As Long As You’re Mine–Coming November 2013

Okay, now it’s your turn to share a “Sweet Nothing.” 🙂

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19 Responses to Sweet Nothings–10/19/13 As Long As You’re Mine

  1. Carrie-Anne says:

    They’ve both got a lot of spirit. Sounds like there are going to be more battles of the wills before their HEA.

    Here’s a scene towards the end of my short story “Kálmán Runs Away,” which won a contest last year at the blog YA Stands. Eventually, it’s going to be made part of a hiatused WIP, The Strongest Branches of Uprooted Trees. It’s set in April 1946, and Klaudia has just tracked her troubled fiancé down in Paris after he ran away from their new home on a strawberry farm in Béziers. The new Hebrew name Kálmán gave her, Liat, means “you are mine.”

    Kálmán was in the middle of practicing Hebrew script when a loud knock sounded on his door. He put down his pencil and cigarette and answered the door.

    The woman crossed her arms and gave him a very stern look. “So you’re not only full of bile and a recluse, but a deserting husband and using an alias as well? Madame Rein has been worried sick about you!”

    Kálmán rushed towards Klaudia after the door was shut. He began crying as he wrapped his arms around her, rain pounding on the windows. Klaudia ignored his smoky taste as he kissed her.

    “You found me!”

    “Of course I found you. I love you. Though I wonder if you still love me, after how you ran off without a word. Our place is on the farm, not in Paris joining cells!” Klaudia undid the tichel and tossed it onto the floor. “I don’t know how real married women do it. My hair was itching like crazy, like it was when it was first growing back after all that shaving. At least it’s not July.”

    “Of course I love you! I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I was going to send for you as soon as I got a little more settled. It’s impossible to find the people I want in such a big city when I have no contacts.”

    “They’ve been here, but you apparently haven’t run into them. Several of the other hotels I tried have had dealings with them. And don’t give me that look. You’re going back to Béziers with me and immigrating the legal way. I’ve told you, I’m never living behind barbed wire again, even if the Cypriot camps have no Kremchies or gas chambers.”

    Kálmán’s whole body was shaking. “Stay with me, Liat. I’ve been so lonely without you. Ani ohev otach.”

    Klaudia looked at the one bed in the room, then back at Kálmán, her body tingling with nervousness, excitement, and anticipation.

    “We’re supposed to be husband and wife, apparently,” he whispered in her ear. “Are you really going to request a separate room after that scene?”

    “So we’re just going to share a bed?”

    “If you want. But we’ve never had a room alone our entire courtship. Now that you’re here, would you like to finally make good your offer to, you know, be with me in every way?”

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    • Jenna Jaxon says:

      Well isn’t he bold as brass! Deserting her and now hinting at marital relations as though nothing had happened? Kalman is definitely one of your most interesting characters, Carrie-Anne! Thanks for sharing him with us. 🙂

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  2. Biting gets you spanked! Or, at least in my universe it does. I love this excerpt. It’s feisty and shows the characters’ personalities beautifully. Nicely done.

    Here’s a little piece of Handling Stormy, my contemporary spanking romance that tips its hat to “Adam’s Rib” (the Tracy/Hepburn movie). In this segment, Jeff has just walked in on a spanking and it’s uncomfortable for everyone.

    “You sure know how to make an entrance, Hand,” Leland said. His frown was clearing.

    Jeff held out his hand for a shake, giving the older man an embarrassed smile. “I’m sorry, Mr. Randolph. I thought something was wrong. I apologize for coming in uninvited.”

    “Well,” Leland said, as he shook Jeff’s hand. “We were expecting you. I lost track of the time. Nan has a way of distracting me.” His wife grinned and flushed. “She only wraps me around her finger most of the time, not all of it.”

    She giggled. “Oh, Lee.”

    Leland released Jeff’s hand and smiled. “Well, now you know about us. I’d appreciate it if this didn’t get all over Fire Gorge.” He gestured to a sway-backed upholstered chair across from the couch.

    Jeff sat as he responded. “I rarely have business in Fire Gorge, Mr. Randolph, but in any case, I would keep your confidence. I guess we can call this privileged information.”

    “Right.”

    “I’ll make some coffee.” Once again, Nan smiled a reassuring smile at Jeff, but her eyes lingered on her husband with clear affection. “Or would you fellas rather have lemonade?”

    The sun was hot outside, and Jeff wanted something cool after the heat of his gaffe had warmed his face. He’d never seen a man spanking his wife as a punishment; spanking had always been reserved for the bedroom in his mind. Live and learn. “Lemonade, Mrs. Randolph, if you have it.”

    “Of course. Lee?”

    “Sounds good to me. Don’t linger though, Nan. I want you to be part of this discussion.”

    She nodded and with a smile hurried off toward the back of the house.

    Leland looked a little sheepish. “We don’t do that often, Mr. Hand. We have a…particular relationship. I wear the pants in the family. It’s an agreement Nan and I made years ago, before we got married.”

    Jeff nodded. “No need to explain.”

    “It works for us. I don’t expect other people to understand.”

    “Really, it’s okay. I can see that you two are close. Does the…the…um…”

    “Spanking, son. That’s what it is.”

    “Yes. Yes, of course. Well, does that settle things?”

    “Almost always. It reminds her of her contract with me, to respect and obey, and sometimes it leads to other things more pleasant.” Now it was Leland’s turn to be a little embarrassed.

    Maybe they should move on to business, though the idea of having a relationship like the Randolphs’ was a very interesting thing for Jeff to contemplate. “Thank you. Now, let’s discuss the matter you hired me for.”

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    • Ack. That went over. Apologies. I was looking at the wrong metric in my Word document. sheepish grin

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      • Jenna Jaxon says:

        No worries, Trish. I’m not the word police. 🙂 The 350 count is a bit flexible, so if you need more, take more. That must have been a VERY awkward moment. However, it seems to have gotten our hero thinking about new horizons. I loved how he sailed away on them in the book. Great writing. I can feel the embarrassment coming off the page.

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  3. Sue says:

    From Nineteen Hundred the prequel to The Soul Collector’s Second Chance. Kathryn St. Clair has entered the dining room for dinner on December 31, 1899.

    One space at the table remained vacant. Mrs. Hodgson smiled and announced, “Most of us are here. One more is expected, a new resident. Since this is such a monumental occasion, the start of a new century, I thought for this one night we would splurge and celebrate in style.”

    As the landlady lifted the spoon to dole out the aromatic soup, cream of leek if Kathryn could believe her nose, a man dashed in, smelling of the cold and rubbing his hands to warm them. Smiling in apology, his eyes acknowledged the group and he lowered himself onto the last empty chair.

    “My regrets, work kept me late.”

    Mrs. Hodgson nodded in his direction. “Welcome Mr. Thomas. Everyone please meet Mr. Gideon Thomas, who has taken over Mr. Jackson’s room.” The diners bowed their heads in memory of their former neighbor who had died the previous week from pneumonia.

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    • Jenna Jaxon says:

      I never thought to ask before, but is that how Gideon found his room? Loved this story. Not quite a romance, yet very romantic. Thanks for sharing, Sue. Can’t wait for the new one!

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      • Sue says:

        don’t understand your question.The new one is taking its time due to real life. But readers will have to know about Nineteen Hundred to get parts of the new one.

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  4. Neva Brown says:

    I always love reading your “Sweet Nothings”. Here is mine from CASEY’S COURAGE–a story of living and love in far West Texas:

    She smiled. “I don’t think so. It would be great if you can be here for the sale. Buyers tend to be freer with their money when the owner socializes with them.”
    He wondered what those smiling lips tasted like. Instead of finding out, he said, “Can you give me a crash course in bloodlines and winning records?”
    She looked at him like he had lost his mind for just a second before she pulled a folded-up catalog out of her hip pocket. “I tell you what. Why don’t you take this and go talk to Ira about bloodlines? The records are listed in the catalog. You can study them for your homework tonight.”
    Tres scanned the area. “J.D. had no idea what he was getting into, did he?”
    Casey shrugged. “Probably not, but he would have loved being a part of it all.”
    Tres knew if he took off her sunshades he’d see dark circles under her eyes from fatigue. He gripped the catalog in his hand that still held the heat from her body. He suspected his grandfather and her father, while trying to make their dreams come true, had taken away her youth without even realizing it.
    A ripple of ire fizzed through him. “At the risk of sounding like I did the summer we met, I’ll give you some more advice. Don’t drive yourself to the limit every day of your life.”
    A little grin tugged at the corner of Casey’s mouth. “Too late! There is no place to stop without getting run over right now. But I’ll keep it in mind. Maybe soon.”
    “We’ll work on ‘the soon’,” Tres said. On pure instinct, he bent over and kissed her on the lips. They tasted of mint, sunshine, and Casey, like coming home. He brushed his thumb across her lips. “You taste of ecstasy with promise of paradise. Whatever perfume you’re wearing must be laced with pure pheromones. We have unfinished business, my grown-up, little Casey.”
    Before a shocked Casey could reply, he turned and headed toward the breeding barn to find Ira.

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  5. Jenna, that is a great excerpt. Sounds like one more of your books will be added to my Kindle. Here’s mine from Cooking Up Love, a contemporary romance releasing in November also:

    Five minutes is plenty of time for doubts to creep up on you. Jem fidgeted nervously with the hat she’d pulled off on the return trip to Granite Pointe, waiting for Jack to return. Spending time with him and his niece and nephew this evening had been amazing. Magical. But, what if he didn’t think so? She’d been fooled–cruelly so–into believing her sincere affection was returned before. What if she was the only one turned on by her flirty behavior this evening? She’d listened to Resa’s voice from her shoulder and acted the way she really wanted to around the man. She meant to entice Jack, but anxiety ruled her thoughts. Things had seemed to be heading in exactly the direction she’d intended.
    Until the end of the evening. Jack stopped responding. He’d certainly quit flirting back. What if his speech yesterday–the one about them exploring a relationship together–had been just words? Could her heart survive if she opened up to him, exposing herself once again to a relationship with another man who was completely wrong for her?
    But when he kissed her at the game? The short, sweet, tender kiss…oh dear God, that kiss was indescribable. Was it only a spontaneous expression of affection from one friend to another? Jem had kissed plenty of her male friends the same way, but had never experienced soul-searing fire racing through her at the mere brush of Jack’s lips. Maybe she’d misread the stunned look on his face when he returned to their seats with Mason. Was it possible she imagined, or worse, manufactured, the entire reason behind their kiss? God, Jack probably meant it to be just a thanks for watching Mia while I took Mason to the little boy’s room type of kiss. Way to overreact to the situation. Jem shook her head to quell her wild imagination.

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  6. Great excerpt. Here’s mine from Viking Fire – historical romance with a touch of magic.
    He crossed the distance to her. He pulled her in his embrace and she went rigid. She opened her mouth to scream, but as she drew a breath his lips crushed hers. Tingles of warmth crept from inside her to the tips of her toes. Her mind raced, demanding she be free, while her traitorous body melted in his arms. His kiss became gentle and sparked a craving inside her for more. His mouth opened, offering her to taste secrets. She slackened against him as his tongue played across her lips, stroking, and numbing her thoughts. He did not force his way further, but ended the kiss with her lips yearning for his. Then he stepped back.
    She gasped, horrified. Her hands were clutching his hair and she jerked them away as if he scalded her.
    “Your lips and eyes speak of your love.” He beamed at her frown. “Now I am sure of your passion for me.”
    “No.” That was enough! He had overstepped his bounds with his prideful arrogant assumptions. “You are mistaken; I wish to never marry you.” She would not fall in love with him. No matter his handsome face. She must not allow herself to acknowledge that she liked it when he kissed her. How she wished to be rid of him and all the turmoil he caused. She would never be free if he became the laird over her.
    “Aye, your kiss spoke more than you know.” He chuckled and held her hand kissing her palm. “In time the rest of you will agree as well.”

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  7. Definitely makes me want to read more:-)

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  8. Daryl Devore says:

    Great excerpt. Wondering if he’s brave enough to steal another kiss and risk getting bit.
    Tweeted.

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