1317ADULT X (NC17) and R rated erotic historical and sensual historical romance
- Mar 1, 2009I'm thrilled that my erotic historical romance, ESCAPE TO LOVE, is
now at mobipocket and fictionwise!
You can read it along with my other ancient Roman sensual romance,
FLAVIA'S SECRET. Details of my books, with excerpts, reviews, buy
links and bookstore details are on my blog.
Meanwhile, here's an ADULT excerpt from ESCAPE TO LOVE.
"Lady Lydia?" Apollonius called again from outside their room.
"I am showing the slave the plate again," she said, a deep blush
flooding her face. "The spanking plate."
"Ah, good!" intoned the philosopher. "Carry on."
Severus meanwhile had kept his own face straight through this
exchange. "Ready?" he whispered.
Finally she nodded and now, as he turned her, placing a cushion
between himself and her as he guided her face down across his lap,
she was relaxed, unfearful.
"In this I am virgin," he muttered, amazed when she offered him
reassurance, giving his ankle a squeeze.
"I am not made of pottery, Severus," she whispered. "Let us make a
show for our listeners."
Gratified and touched by her courage, he cupped her bottom in his
"You have a very pretty backside, Lady Lydia," he whispered, hearing
her breathing quicken with excitement. He was beyond that state
himself, hence the cushion: her jiggling about on his lap would
otherwise set him off for sure.
He patted one pale moon cheek and then the other. "You should show it
off more, in that gorgeous bathing costume. Preferably, after it's
been slightly tanned."
Aware of the listeners outside the door, he slapped her a few
times, each smack sounding very loud in the still villa. As her hips
began to rise in answer to his slaps he fell into a fast, staccato
rhythm, forgetting the guards and everything else as she began to
moan with fresh arousal, thrusting her hips against his braced thigh.
Who would have thought it? Perhaps the scholar was right after all.
He ripped off her tunic and slipped his fingers into her, finding
her wetter than ever.
"Lady, I am ready, too," he said softly, gently kneading the hot,
sweet spots between her legs. "Do you wish?"
She nodded, scrambling off his lap and casting herself over a
cushion, presenting her lightly-pinked haunches to him. Suddenly any
questions about love making face-to-face became impossible. Severus
tore off his own tunic and positioned himself behind her raised
bottom and pink, glistening cleft.
"Suck my fingers," he instructed, his other hand kneading more
firmly now as he eased one finger then two into her virgin passage.
He butted the swollen, bulging head of his cock against her tight
opening and forced himself to be still, afraid of ramming in too
harshly or of spending his seed outside her. It was so long since he
had been with a woman.
Beneath him, Lydia wriggled and backed up against him, trying to
impale herself on him. He felt a jolt of fierce pleasure at her
movements and the soft enveloping of her tongue and lips around his
fingers and it was too much. He plunged into her sweet, hot passage,
going deep, feeling her open for him, hearing her sharp cry of
surprise change to a groan of pleasure.
Here's also a tender excerpt from my sensual Roman historical
romance, FLAVIA'S SECRET. (Also available at Mobipocket and
This is a pg13 scene from my historical romance, Flavia's Secret,
where Flavia and Marcus are together on a Roman dining couch at a
dinner party of the corrupt Decurion Lucius Maximus.
One of the hovering slaves leaned down to his mistress on her couch,
whispering into her ear. The woman giggled and pointed at Flavia.
`That is no lady, Lucius,' she called out, her perfectly made-up face
shining with malice. `It's the Lady Valeria's slave girl, whom our
naughty tribune was not going to introduce.' Was not going to admit
she was a slave, the woman's eyes said, while her voice
said, `Perhaps he is ashamed of her.'
`Indeed not, madam,' said Marcus. `I would never be ashamed of
He turned and plucked Flavia off her feet, carrying her to the couch
Lucius Maximus had so grudgingly indicated. He laid her down gently
and, kicking off his sandals, came beside her.
The door to the chamber opened again and more slaves filed in,
carrying platters of food and glass flagons filled with wine.
`Excellent! Our dinner has arrived, good guests, and all from my own
kitchens!' cried Lucius Maximus, his sallow features taking on color
as he savored this moment. `This is where we can really begin the
Gratified by these arrivals, he hurried amongst the new slaves,
ordering them where to place each dish on the various low tables.
Amongst the guests there was a buzz of anticipation and calls for
napkins and finger bowls.
Flavia, lying on a Roman couch for the first time in her life, felt
as though she was in a dream, in a dangerous golden daze. Against her
breast the couch cushions were soft and her new clothes softer than
water against her skin. She could hear exclamations of, `Roast goose,
expensive!' and `Stuffed dates! My favourite!' and she could smell
all the rich scents of the banquet, but all these things faded to
nothing against what Marcus made her feel.
His touch made her tremble. Lying next to him she could feel the
hairs on his legs, his manhood pressed against her bottom, his breath
on the back of her neck. He kissed the side of her throat, close to
the collar of her new gown, and her entire body blazed with
sensation, all new.
`Steady,' Marcus murmured. He smiled and put an arm around her
middle, giving one of her plaits a tug, both a tease and a reminder
that there were others in the room.
His warning came just in time. Lying on the couch next to theirs,
beside the woman who had called Flavia a slave, Lucius Maximus raised
a silver goblet.
Details of my books, with excerpts, reviews, buy links and bookstore
details are on my blog:
Escape to Love/Flavia's Secret:
A Knight's Vow:
A Secret Treasure: award-winning sweet romantic suspense
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Best wishes, Lindsay
A Knight's Vow: http://lindsaysbookchat.blogspot.com/2008/04/knights-
A Knight's Captive:
A Secret Treasure: