I've always been
interested in history, so it was no wonder that when I first decided I was
going to do my utmost to write something that would be enjoyed by people other
than myself it was Regency I went for.
Though once I started
to write, I soon realized my books didn't follow the traditional form of
Regency Romances. Silver Silk Ties is no exception.
Hopefully it’s the
first book in a series about the lives and loves of the people who go to The
House On Silk Street…
Here's the blurb…
Araminta knew what she wanted,
and being left on her wedding night was not it. Finding her husband in the
notorious house on Silk Street, she hoped her luck had changed. Perhaps this
would not be the marriage of convenience she feared. If only she could persuade
him that she was indeed the sub he needed.
Meeting his new wife at the one
place all deep dark desires could be satisfied, Felton wondered if he had been
mistaken? Was this a marriage of mutual passion and ideals? Would she truly
obey? There was only one way to find out, test her submission.
***
Now I hope that has you
intrigued, but if you need a bit more persuasion (or even if you don't) here's
an excerpt…
He was going to demand
when in a scene she called him Sir. All this ‘my lording’ could get confusing.
"Walk on
now," Felton commanded. Ah, now I
sound like I am talking to my horse. Luckily, Ara either did not realize or
chose not to comment. Instead, she dipped her head in acquiescence before she
turned around and walked away. With a flick of another match, Felton lit a
second lantern and followed her. He admired her elegant carriage, and the way
her arse clenched and relaxed with each step.
"Wait by the
door" She stopped walking. He nodded. This was going well. "Open it
and go inside to wait for me."
As she did as he asked
and exited the corridor, he wondered what her reaction would be to the room
she’d find herself in momentarily. He had decorated it on a whim, more as a
tease than for any specific reason. Had he somehow known Ara would be the
perfect mate? The colors of the room were a perfect foil for her dark beauty.
He quickened his steps, and reached the door in time to hear her gasp.
He entered and used
his foot to shut the door. It slammed with a thud, and Ara looked at him, her
eyes worried.
Felton leaned against
the wall. "No need to look worried, my dear. 'Tis but a lazy way to secure
the entrance. Be assured I will never secure
your entrance in such a manner."
Her eyes widened at
his words and she laughed, all apprehension leaving her.
"For that, my
lord, I will be ever thankful."
"I am glad, Be warned though, I will
spank your quim, and redden it also," he continued as if he was discussing
the entrée for dinner. In a way, he was.
"I allow, to send you into that place where pleasure and pain are so
entwined there is no degree of separation, has my cock primed and ready to fuck
once my hands have given you that." Would his frank speak alarm her?
Felton was aware he was pushing fast, testing her, and to a degree himself.
"Here, my lord?"
Her tone was one of mild interest. Only the rapid beat of the pulse in her neck
gave away her arousal. He applauded her cleverness.
"No, not here.
This is to whet your appetite."
"Ah." Ara walked in the direction of
a series of ropes fixed onto the ceiling. "This?"
He walked toward her,
and set the ropes swaying with a touch of his hand.
"A whim. Several years ago, I had
recourse to visit–" He stopped speaking.
"Visit?"
"Another country,
where I was introduced to the art of rope binding. This is not a true harness,
but it reminds me of the delights of winding ropes and creating an enticing
pattern on a soft white skin."
"Here?" Her
tone was hard. He would not wish to cross her when she was riled.
"Never here. You
are the first person to have seen this room. No, I have demonstrated in—"
"Ah, Felton, let us please stop fencing.
In the house on Silk Street. I see the accounts. You may not charge for your
demonstrations, but you do account for them."
Thank
the lord no names were used in the accounts. It would never do for Ara to
know who his model had been.
"In that you are
correct. Have you seen enough? If so we should retire to somewhere more
amenable to what I have in mind."
"With a proper
harness?" she asked. Her eyes shone and she giggled. "This night is
turning out to be so much better than
I had thought."
Felton flicked his
fingers over her arm. "Wait and see." He took her arm and led her
across the room to yet another door.
"So many doors
and passages. Where are we?"
"Dalrey House.
The last passage leads directly under the mews from Silk Street." He
ushered her up another flight of stairs, these well lit and into a small
chamber, empty except for a large cupboard, and two lacquered screens to each
side of it.
"If we go
further, there will be no turning back, Ara. I had not thought to do this to
you. I had not hoped I could do this
to you. I expected a conventional acceptable marriage, and this side of me to
be ignored."
She tilted her head to
one side, her interest evident. "And never to be assuaged?"
He shrugged. "Not
where it could harm you. Oufft!"
She had clenched her
fist and punched him hard in the stomach.
Only a spit-second of
awareness gave him time to tighten his muscles and deflect most of the impact.
Her gasp of pain smote his conscience. He hoped she had not given herself an
injury.
"Not at all,
unless you wish me to pursue you with a kitchen knife, my lord. I swear now, if
you do anything without me, it will be only the once."
Silver Silk Ties is
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