Sunday Snog: Rajasthani Moon

Hello, everyone!

I'm back from my international ramblings (fabulous trip!) and it's Sunday, so that means it's time for a traditional snog. Today I've got a snippet from my upcoming release (May 9th!) Rajasthani Moon. If you want to be one of the first people to read this opus - and get a hefty discount - you can pre-order the book now just by going to Total-E-Bound.

Before we slide into the snog, I want to thank all of you who visited and commented here while I was away, as part of my Back List Blast event. I hope you enjoyed all the excerpts. I've drawn the winners. Collen is the grand prize winner - she'll get a $25 bookstore gift certificate. Laura and Debby won second prizes - autographed print books from my back list.

Congratulations to all of you!

And just to keep things interesting...I'll do a giveaway today, too! Leave a comment on this post, and you could win your choice of The Understudy (M/F BDSM) or Serpent's Kiss (M/F paranormal).
And finally - don't forget to visit BlisseKiss.co.uk, for lots more sexy kiss excerpts!


Neither kink nor curse can stop a woman with a mission.

Cecily Harrowsmith, secret agent extraordinaire, is a woman on a mission. When the remote Indian kingdom of Rajasthan refused to remit its taxes to the Empire, Her Majesty imposed an embargo. Deprived of the energy-rich mineral viridium, essential for modern technology and development, Rajasthan was expected to quickly give in and resume its payments. Yet after three years, the rebellious principality still has not knuckled under. Cecily undertakes the difficult journey to the rugged, arid land of the Rajputs to determine just how it has managed to survive, and if possible to convince the country to return to the Empire's embrace. Instead, she's taken captive by a brigand who turns out to be the ruler's half-brother Pratan and delivered into the hands of the sexy but sadistic Rajah Amir, who expertly mingles torture and delight in his interrogation of the voluptuous interloper.

Cursed before birth by Amir's jealous mother, Pratan changes to a ravening wolf whenever the moon is full. Cecily uncovers the counter-spell that can reverse the effects of the former queen's hex and tries to trade that information for her freedom. Drawn to the fierce wolf-man and sympathising with his suffering, she volunteers to serve as the sacrifice required by the ritual—offering her body to the beast. In return, the Rajah reveal Rajasthan's amazing secret source of energy. In the face of almost impossible odds, Cecily has accomplished the task entrusted to her by the Empire. But can she really bear to leave the virile half-brothers and their colourful land behind and return to constraints of her life in England?

Reader Advisory: This book instantiates kidnap/captive fantasies. It includes robot bondage devices, animated nipple clamps, electric play, clockwork dildos, flogging, spanking, anal sex, double penetration in a dirigible, a small amount of F/F intimacy, scenes of MFM and sex with a werewolf in shifted human form.

Excerpt

She awoke at dawn, feeling anxious and irritable. An eerie quiet suffused the palace. After washing and dressing, she tiptoed down the spiralling marble stairs to the ground floor and out to the garden, seeking some sort of balm for her ragged spirit.

Verdant creepers twined along the stone balustrades, studded with pastel blooms just opening to the new morning. Despite the arid climate of the kingdom, dewdrops sparkled like diamonds on the velvety petals. Gentle winds rippled the lake and whispered through the foliage. Snowy gardenias peeked out from bushy clusters of shiny green leaves. Cecily plucked one and inhaled its intoxicating fragrance. She felt her tension ebb a bit as the first rays of sunlight slanted over the palace rooftops down into the leafy space. Closing her eyes, she filled her lungs with the perfumed air and let the sun warm her cheeks and forehead.

Some slight sound drew her attention. There, at the far end of garden, stood Pratan, gazing out over the water. He wore nothing but loose white dhotis and the white turban of a pilgrim. The breeze stirred his ebony hair. Even from where she stood, Cecily could see the rise and fall of his tanned, sculpted chest as he breathed deeply.

Sudden joy swept through her. “Pratan! You’ve returned!” She hastened to his side, snagging his arm as he tried to turn away. “Don’t go. Please.”

He looked weary, haggard, ten years older than the last time she’d seen him. “Best to keep your distance from me, lady. I can feel the beast move inside, every time I catch a whiff of your scent.”

Cecily ignored his admonition. She pulled his body against hers, revelling in the luscious hardness of him pressed against her soft, pillowy flesh. “Tonight we’ll put that beast to rest forever.”

“If the gods will it.” His gruff voice held such despair that she cringed in spite of herself. However, he did not move away from her.

“The gods will smile on you—on us. I’m certain. You are innocent and deserve redemption.”

“Innocent? I’m a murderer twice over. Tonight I may well claim my third victim.”

“Hush. Your brother has sworn he will protect me. And I am more than ready for the worst you can do to me.” She cradled his cheeks, stubble pricking her palms, and pulled his face down to her level. “Kiss me, Pratan. Kiss me and forget your pain.”

She expected him to refuse, to push her away. Instead, he allowed her to press her lips to his and wrap him in her arms. Docile and unresisting, he opened to her questing tongue, but at first he did not respond in kind. She drank him in, pouring all the longing of the past week into her kiss. She was on fire, his touch and scent kindling a passion so fierce she could scarcely breathe. Ravaging his mouth, she sought to ignite an answering fever.

She let her hands wander over his bare back, discovering the raised scars of his harsh life in the mountains. She slid her palms down to his taut buttocks, cupping the firm flesh and pulling his pelvis against hers.

His passivity was a lie. Under his thin cotton garment, he was like stone. Cecily ground her pubis against that lovely hardness and mashed her lips frantically against his. Love me, my poor cursed bandit, she thought. Take me.

As though she’d struck a match, her companion burst into fiery activity. Suddenly he was devouring her, licking, nipping, suckling her tongue then thrusting his own deep into her mouth. His fingers roamed over her curves, slithering under her garments to stroke her bare skin, pinching and probing. Pressing her against a moss-cushioned wall, he slid his thigh between hers, stimulating her aching clit while his erection throbbed against her leg. Meanwhile his teeth and tongue were busy, alternating bites and kisses from below her ear to the hollow of her throat.