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Teaser Tuesday Exclusive Excerpt: The Duke of Dark Desires by Miranda Neville

You guys!!! Today we have the always fabulous Miranda Neville visiting with us today! She’s got a super exciting new book coming out on December 30th (yes, only a week away) – and The Duke of Dark Desires has gotten a lot of good buzz. And even the guy(s) at NPR are reading it! No shit!

See? Ok so it’s from an article about [a burger] from Shake Shack … but doesn’t that kinda make it more awesome?

Ok, so you know, the book information now – which is why you’re all here. 😉

The Duke of Dark DesiresWanted: Governess able to keep all hours . . .

Rebellious Julian Fortescue never expected to inherit a dukedom, nor to find himself guardian to three young half-sisters. Now in the market for a governess, he lays eyes on Jane Grey and knows immediately she is qualified—to become his mistress. Yet the alluring woman appears impervious to him. Somehow Julian must find a way to make her succumb to temptation . . . without losing his heart and revealing the haunting mistakes of his past.

Desired: Duke skilled in the seductive art of conversation . . .

Lady Jeanne de Falleron didn’t seek a position as a governess simply to fall into bed with the Duke of Denford. Under the alias of Jane Grey, she must learn which of the duke’s relatives is responsible for the death of her family—and take her revenge. She certainly can’t afford the distraction of her darkly irresistible employer, or the smoldering desire he ignites within her .

But as Jane discovers more clues about the villain she seeks, she’s faced with a possibility more disturbing than her growing feelings for Julian: What will she do if the man she loves is also the man she’s sworn to kill?

Jane found Oliver Bream thoroughly amusing. She couldn’t take his declaration of passion seriously, and wondered how good an artist he was. The duke didn’t strike her as a man who would accept inferior performance in anyone he hired. Then she thought of the way he’d engaged her as governess with the slimmest of qualifications. On second thought Bream might be a complete incompetent.

“Does the duke buy your pictures?” she asked.

“Oh no! Julian would never do that.”

“What happened to the pictures in here?” She pointed at six dark rectangles in the paint where art had been removed. “There are similar marks all over the house.”

“One of the dukes was a patron of Hogarth. If that’s what hung there it is a tragedy. Julian’s taste in painting is execrable.”

“Maligning me again, Oliver?”

The sight of him in the doorway, color heightened by exercise and his black hair so disheveled she itched to sweep it off his forehead, made the slight, fair-haired artist fade from her consciousness. Denford grinned at Bream with an unveiled affection that presented a new facet of the dark duke, and a most appealing one. Not that she needed a new reason to find him attractive.

“Julian!” Bream said. “I’ve been making the acquaintance of Miss Grey. She is a goddess, an Aphrodite or Artemis.” He showed no embarrassment at speaking in such extravagant terms, and the duke merely cast his eyes heavenward. Jane would have done the same but she didn’t want to hurt Bream’s feelings. He was quite harmless, she was sure, and she wasn’t a woman to object to being addressed like this. She knew men, Denford included, found her beddable; she also knew that she wasn’t a great beauty.

“What is your name, Miss Grey? I cannot think of you like that. It’s such a barren name. I’m sure your Christian name reflects your matchless beauty.”

“I am afraid it is Jane.”

“Never mind. You need no adornment. From this day forth, Jane is the finest of names and shall belong only to you.”

“There may be a few thousand ladies who will object.” She stole a look at Denford to share her appreciation of the nonsense.

Their glance of amusement turned hot and dark. She wrenched her eyes away and sipped her cooling tea.

“Are you in love again, Oliver?” the duke said.

“I have never been in love before, never! Jane has made me forget every other woman.”

“Doubtless true, until the next one comes along. I don’t wish to make light of your charms, Miss Grey, but I think I should mention that Oliver finds a new object of his adoration on average once a week. If his passion for you lasts a month you can claim to have inspired an exceptional degree of devotion. Héloïse and Abélard, Romeo and Juliet, Beatrice and Dante, Oliver and Jane. You will join the list of the world’s most celebrated lovers.”

Jane couldn’t help it. She started to laugh. Fortunately Bream seemed undisturbed, merely continuing to gaze at her as though moonstruck. “I am honored to have inspired you, Mr. Bream,” she said, shooting a duke a warning look. “I shouldn’t laugh but His Grace is quite droll in his way. Please believe that I do not mean to mock you.”

“Don’t worry, Jane. I’m quite used to Julian and never take the least notice of him.”

“True enough,” the duke said.

“Your Grace,” Jane said. “I have a request if you can spare me a few minutes.”

“I do hope it’s one I’ll enjoy fulfilling. If so, I’ll agree to anything.”

“I doubt this matter will affect your pleasure either way.”

“You disappoint me again. Oliver, just this once do what I ask and leave. Go up to the Blue Saloon to prepare for your pupils. I need to speak to Miss Grey.”

“My request is not a private one.”

“You’ve made that perfectly clear, alas. Go, Oliver.”

“You will be coming, Jane, won’t you?”

“Of course, Mr. Bream. I won’t be long. The young ladies will be down soon with their drawing materials.”

She watched him go with some trepidation, leaving her alone with Denford. He took a place at the table and, as though he had all the time in the world, poured himself some coffee. She ought to be safe from her unruly desires at nine o’clock in the morning with the humdrum accouterments of breakfast spread on the table; nevertheless she averted her eyes from his lips on the rim of the china cup.

“Oliver doesn’t always show such good taste,” he remarked. “The array of women he has loved in the five or six years I’ve known him is positively dizzying. They have only one trait in common: that of being unattainable. Women always seem able to resist him.”

“What makes you think I could? Mr. Bream is a very agreeable young man. For all you know he could be the kind of man I prefer.”

“No, he isn’t.”

“What kind of man do you think I prefer?”

She peeked at him from lowered eyelids and found him staring at her with a wolfish smile. “The matter is still under investigation but I am making progress. You are flirting with me.”

“I am not!” But she was, of course. Dalliance should be the last thing on her mind, especially with a member of the Fortescue family. She stiffened her spine and tried to think like a governess. “Last night,” she began, “I was up late.”

“Do go on. Your bedtime habits interest me greatly.”

“I found Laura crying in bed.”

“Oh.”

“She was well, thank you for your concern, merely missing her mother. But had she been ill no one would have known. Miss Bride was, as usual, in a drunken stupor.”

“Is this your request, that I dismiss Bridey? I won’t do it. For your information, Miss Grey, Bridey suffers badly from rheumatism. If she were a fine lady maybe she’d dose herself with laudanum. It happens she prefers a nip of whiskey to make the aches and pains of age easier to bear at night.”

“Not just at night, but that’s not the point. I wouldn’t presume to recommend you dismiss one of your servants. I was going to suggest, rather, that I sleep up in the nursery, where I can keep an eye on your sisters’ well-being.” She didn’t mention that this morning she’d been woken on Laura’s bed by the sound of Fenella trying to sneak out. She didn’t want to get the girl in trouble again. “They need more attention than Nurse Bride can give them.”

“You can give them attention when they aren’t asleep.”

His patent indifference raised her hackles. “They are your sisters,” she said, striving for calm. “They would appreciate more attention from you too.”

“I promised to take them to the theater, didn’t I? Under certain circumstances.”

“Your Grace,” she said, as politely as she could. “I am asking you for permission to move to the nursery floor. It’s more suitable than the room you gave me.”

“You don’t like your quarters?”

“Of course I like them. Who would not?”

“Then keep them. I’ll hire a maid for the nursery to watch the girls at night. Better still, you choose someone. You’ll have to work with her. Pick someone alert.”

“The rooms you gave me should belong to your duchess, not to a governess.”

“Since I have no duchess, it pleases me to have you use them.”

“I’ll be honest, Your Grace. I do not feel at ease in the rooms adjacent to yours. The door between the dressing rooms is locked, but I don’t have the key. I presume you do.”

“I thought I’d made myself clear last night,” Denford said with a look that made her think it better not to arouse his enmity, “but apparently it bears repeating in daylight. You have nothing to fear from me. I am not interested in unwilling women and you may sleep in peace, knowing that I have no intention of using that door.”

“Good,” Jane said. There wasn’t much more she could say or do, apart from speaking to herself very firmly about wishing the door to remain closed. “Now I must go. It’s time for the lesson, and I shouldn’t leave the young ladies alone with Mr. Bream.”

“Heaven forbid,” the duke said, pouring more coffee. “He’s a danger to all womankind.” She turned her back smartly, but he called to her when she was halfway to the door.

“One more thing, Jane. Should you decide to knock on my door, I will welcome you in.”

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Yeah? What’d you think?

Make sure you check out Miranda’s super sleek sexy awesome site while you’re at it. Especially since you can read another excerpt here, in case you weren’t convinced yet. We’ll wait. … Ok done? Now go buy a copy. 😀

Teaser Tuesday: Covert Seduction by Callie Croix

Bonjour! My friends – we had a bit of an “oops” which is why this wasn’t actually scheduled… well, for the day it was supposed to be. But it’s all sorted out now! And we’ve got a hot excerpt from Callie Croix‘s upcoming book, Covert Seduction. Enjoy!

Navy SEAL Reid Galvin is back from hell and eager to find comfort in Becca Anderson’s arms. He knows he hurt her when he cut contact during his deployment, so when his call interrupts her date with another man, he has only himself to blame. But he can’t forget what she means to him—or the sexy email she sent him—and he won’t miss this chance to claim her as his own.

It’s been weeks since Becca heard from the man she thought she was involved with. So when Reid wants to take up where they left off as if nothing happened, she refuses. Then he rescues her from a first date gone very wrong, and she realizes she’s not quite ready to let him go.

Reid and Becca have a lot to talk about, but since she’s not listening, he’s going to have to regain her trust another way—by bringing her most erotic fantasies to life. Making her surrender to pleasure just might be his most important mission.

Reid’s heart thudded as he awaited her answer. The astonishment on her face made him want to curse. She really had no clue what she meant to him. But she would. By the end of the night, he vowed she’d never wonder again.

“Tell me what I want to hear,” he whispered against the bridge of her nose, brushing a kiss over the abrasion there. He covered her face with soft kisses, touching every mark on her skin until he reached her mouth, nibbling at her luscious lower lip that glistened with a faint sheen of gloss. She leaned forward and tried to deepen the kiss but he eased his head away, denying her.

His hands at her back kept her torso tight against him. He itched to run them over all those sweet, soft curves hidden by the folds of the robe. The combined scents of her shampoo and the musky vanilla perfume she wore drove him crazy. He hadn’t been lying when he told her he’d thought of her every day they’d been apart. Over there he’d finally realized that Becca was the only woman he’d ever want to come home to after a mission or deployment.

He needed this more than his next breath, but she had to put herself in his control first. Something he wasn’t sure she was ready to give, considering how he’d hurt her, though he hadn’t done it intentionally. Unfortunately his explanation wouldn’t mean shit to her until later. Much later, after he’d taken care of the deep hunger that lurked beneath her independent, sophisticated exterior and shown her exactly how much she could trust him with her body and her innermost desires. This time he wouldn’t settle for anything less than everything she had to give.

And that meant claiming her whole heart.

Staring up at him with heated blue eyes made even sultrier by her makeup, Becca considered him for several long moments before giving a hesitant nod. “Yes.”

Biting back a victorious growl, he bent and covered her mouth with his. The kiss was pure hunger and fire. He tangled his hands in the silky fall of her dark hair, fisting them tightly. Becca didn’t hold back. She moaned and sucked on his tongue, rubbing the back of her head against his fists. That proof of how much she loved his show of authority ramped his desire even higher. Reid bunched and unbunched his fingers, giving her more of the tiny burn she craved each time he pulled on the smooth strands.

Her uninhibited response made the pleasure rage hotter. She gave a soft little mewl and slid her hands over his arms and back, the enjoyment clear on her face. Her fingers kneaded the muscles across his shoulders and down his spine, skimming down to sink into his ass and pull his raging cock tighter against her abdomen. Reid palmed her hip with one hand and kissed her harder, deeper, wanting to bend her over the foot of that four-poster bed and fuck her until she sobbed out his name and exploded around his cock. Only the burning need to fulfill the fantasy stopped him from doing just that. Because something much more critical than satisfying their physical needs was at stake here.

He had to get in her head, figure out exactly how far she wanted him to push her tonight. What she’d revealed in that naughty email had been one hell of an eye-opener, and the images she’d planted in his brain had tortured him ever since. He’d never realized just how much more she needed from him in bed than he’d given her, or that he didn’t have to hold back anymore. The all-important punch line from her email reverberated in his head, made him break out in a sweat.

I want you to tie me down and take me. Force me to lose control.

Holy fuck, did he want that.

Part of him was still stunned that she craved it though. In his wildest fantasies he’d never imagined she’d be into rough sex, let alone long to give up that degree of control to him during sex. Thinking about it had driven him insane over the last few weeks. He’d kill for another taste of her, for the chance to let the hunger loose.

So what do you think? Did it whet your appetite? If so, you can pre-order it here. The book will be out on January 14!

Psyche! I’m Not Done!

What am I not done with? Giveaways. Of course. I um, dropped the ball on a giveaway – so obviously I need to remedy it. Also I didn’t think any of you would be complaining. 😉

… I’m right, right?

It’s probably for the best though right? Because if I’d remembered everything then we’d be at 44 for the Birthday Bash giveaway, and then I’d be all OCPD and not able to stand it and have to hunt down another author/giveaway… So really, this was planned! >.> Ok, so I can’t stretch it that far, but you get my point. It all works out nicely.

What’s this elusive book I’m talking about? Laurie London’s upcoming release!

Deep within the forests of the Pacific Northwest, the battle for supremacy rages on between two vampire coalitions:

Guardian enforcers sworn to protect humanity, and Darkbloods, rogues who kill like their ancient ancestors… 

Hot-blooded and hard-edged, Tristan Santiago has an uncanny ability to see beneath the surface-a skill that serves him well as the Guardians’ region commander. But when a deadly plot against his fellow vampires is uncovered, he must turn to the one woman he can’t read: the beautiful yet mysterious Roxanne Reynolds, whose sensual presence soothes his tormented memories.

Roxy had put love before duty once before, with devastating results. But to root out a dangerous traitor in their midst, she must put her faith in Santiago, the one man skilled enough to break through her defenses. Posing as lovers, Santiago and Roxy work side by side-and discover a powerful craving that threatens to consume them both….

Do you read paranormal romances? Ever read any of Laurie’s Sweetblood books before? What’s even more exciting? This book releases on July 24th! That’s next week! Whee!

If your answer was “no” to either of the previous questions – what upcoming books are you looking forward to? C’mon – you guys have to offer me some benefit, right? 😉 What should I be looking for? Someone who comments is winning a copy of Seduced by Blood!

Whee!

(Or you know you could say nice things about me. Flattery gets you everywhere!

Yes I’m joking.)