I have Jaye over today and she's talking about her new Regency that just released. You know I have a soft spot for historical romances. I'm delighted to have her over today and she also brought us an excerpt!
Hello Casey. Thank you for hosting me today. I’ve brought along Sophia, from my latest book, Sophia and the Duke, which is about a widowed duchess who is very proud of her upbringing. Unfortunately, she’s rather disappointed that the new duke, who had lived for several years as a fur trapper in Canada, had refused to dance at a ball. He’s a little rusty and she’s been helping him. She must behave and not be rude to him, as it will cost her a penalty, as he likes to remind her.
She watched Nathanial try out each of the moves and was surprised to see he was lighter on his feet than she imagined. Not a heavy man, but tall and muscular, he had the ability to hold his body in line, unlike some men who swayed from side to side when they hopped.
They faced each other across the vast ballroom of Attingham. The wooden boards shone with polish, gigantic portraits and gilt mirrors hung from the walls, while above their heads the painted ceiling portrayed a lost time of myths and legends, which involved a large number of naked people. Sophia averted her eyes and kept them on the rather splendid figure of Nathanial.
He wore shoes, dusty coloured breeches, and a shirt. She’d given up on expecting him to wear jackets indoors or cravats, and even footwear. When they were alone, his outer clothing disassembled with speed and she often find items lying about the various rooms, discarded and forgotten.
“Let’s refresh your memory of the chasse step. It’s a travelling movement.”
He pursed his lips and shrugged. “I vaguely remember it.”
She clapped her hands together, chiming a beat for them to follow. “Like this: left foot forwards, take the weight, right foot follows with a light skip and it never takes the lead, always the left foot…” She halted halfway across the floor. A smirking Nathanial hadn’t moved. “What?” she snapped, planting her hands on her hips. “Was I not clear?”
“You led with your right, not your left.” He pointed at her feet.
“No, I did not.” She glared back and returned to her starting point. “See, I extend my left foot…What!” she shrilled, as Nathanial doubled up with laughter.
He came back up, grinning from ear to ear. “That, my dear, is your right foot. How can you have possibly have learnt to dance without knowing your left from right?”
“I… I copied what the others did. I’ve not had to instruct another before now.” She held out her hand. “This is my right hand, yes?”
Nathanial walked around her and approached from behind. He slid his palm down her arm, caressing the bared skin of her forearm, sending ripples of shivers down her spine, until he captured her outstretched wrist. “Let me help you remember. This is the hand I spanked your bottom with—my right hand.”
She gasped, mortified. “Nathanial, don’t, please. You’re embarrassing me,” she whispered. They were alone, but servants always lurked nearby, ready to spring into action if summoned.
“There is no need to feel embarrassed. I’m sure the memory of that evening will help you recall I spank with my right. So this,” he waved her arm up and down, “is your right side, including your foot.” He swung the arm out to the side and then swooped it back, mimicking the way he’d spanked her.
“This is not helping. You’re distracting me. You wanted to learn to dance, why after all these weeks you want to know now—”
He pressed into her back and kissed her neck, tickling her at first, then making his attentions firmer and using the full form of his mouth. Sophia sighed, unable to finish her sentence. She felt it, the hardness in his breeches and the stiff rod poked her bottom through her dress. She couldn’t resist leaning back into his arms, allowing him to gather her closer. “Oh, gracious,” she murmured, panting, aware of her sex and its ache for fulfilment.
After the passing of her husband, the elderly Duke of Brockenhurst, twenty-two-year-old Sophia chafes at her family’s expectations during her lengthy mourning period. When she is free to re-emerge in society at last, at her grandmother’s insistence she entertains the courtship of Nathaniel Hartwell, a distant cousin of the old duke and the man next in line for the title.
To her shock, Sophia learns that Nathaniel has spent the last eight years living as a trapper and fur trader in the mountains of Canada, isolating himself from the world after the tragic death of the woman he loved. Though he is a rough, uncivilised man, his devilishly handsome looks and commanding presence excite her in a way nothing ever has before.
Sophia sets out to transform the new duke into someone suitable for polite society, but when her comments become disrespectful and mocking Nathaniel takes issue with her behaviour. Almost before she knows it, she is over his lap and her aristocratic bottom has been bared for a sound spanking.
Knowing that it is the right choice for all concerned, Nathaniel asks her to be his wife, but despite the fact that their marriage begins as one of convenience he is determined to show Sophia the intense pleasure a strong man’s dominant lovemaking can bring her. Though her spoiled attitude occasionally earns her a bright red, well-spanked bottom, as the weeks pass her desire for him grows ever stronger. But can love truly bridge the gulf between people from such different worlds?
Publisher’s Note: Sophia and the Duke is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Exploring the world of BDSM and romantic kinky lifestyles has been a passion of Jaye Peaches - to portray the desires beyond the erotic sexual encounters and unearth the personalities that lie beneath. Having written short stories and read many books, she issued a challenge to herself and decided to write her own novels of Domination and submission. By exploring the issues in a fictional context, whether in the bedroom or 24/7, now or in the past, she hopes to show how loving and fulfilling such relationships can be to those involved.
When not writing, Jaye is busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
Jaye lives in NW England.
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