Normally I do a recipe on Fridays. Not because my recipe arsenal is all that impressive or because I love to cook. It's not and I don't. But I do like food. Food is important and delicious. I share because I care-who wants to eat the same thing every night? It's boring.
Today, instead of food, I'll talk excerpt. Being an adult-rated blog, this is most definitely an adult-rated excerpt. You are hereby warned.
This is my first full-length story. As any writer will tell you, writing a full-length involves a lot more than writing a short story. Now I've heard people say they can't write less than 90,000 words and I believe them, but I don't have that problem.
There are things I love and don't love about this story. It's my first, so there's that. And with firsts, I've discovered there are always things to change about the story. Would I change things in Wickedly Wanton? Yes. Will I? Nope. Moving onto to other stories, and knowing my writing keeps improving with each other. (At least I do so hope so!)
From my first full-length,a m/f/f menage, Wickedly Wanton: Regency Ménage Tale
You're part: follow my blog and comment on each post to enter the daily drawing for a free download of one of my stories. (You must do both to enter, but following once is perfectly acceptable.)Her shift lay on the floor, torn beyond repair. With a shrug, Sabine walked back to the bed, oddly comfortable with her nudeness, and found Faith’s shift.
Her friend was still asleep—arms thrown wide, naked legs open slightly, the remnants of chocolate, heavy cream, and strawberries on her skin. Licking her lips at the memory of Faith’s juices and strawberry, Sabine slipped the shift over her head. Taking a moment, she studied Faith.
Until that day by the stream, she had never thought of her friend as anything other than that. Certainly not a lover. And certainly not a woman who wanted her. Though she was sore, Sabine felt herself growing wet at the memories of Faith’s lips on her, tasting her most intimate secrets.
Lord Severn had ordered Faith to do things—kneel before Sabine, kiss her—but had not touched her. No, even as he watched Sabine kiss Faith’s chocolate-and-cream-covered breasts, he had reserved that solely for her.
Leaving Faith to her sleep, Sabine silently exited the room. She wanted to know where Lord Severn was, when he had slipped from the bed, and why.
Wandering the hall, she took her time examining the paintings. Several were clearly of ancestors; the men had the same long nose and penetrating deep brown eyes as Aiden Merryck, Marquess of Severn. The women, hmm, no she couldn’t detect any resemblance to the Merryck women’s soft features and laughing eyes.
Maybe around the lips—they all had full, sensual lips. While Severn’s lips weren’t full, they were sensual. And oh, how he knew to use them!
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