Welcome back to what I’ve decided to call Jenna’s Snippet Sundays. In lieu of a blog hop, there’s just me with snippets from my current release or hopefully my next WIP.

Today I’m continuing with another snippet from my most recent release, As Long As You’re Mine. This snippet begins where last week’s left off. (If you need to catch up, the original post is here.)

BLURB:

A scandalous mistake…or a wicked way to happiness?

Hoping to compromise herself, Lady Amantha Easton sneaks into the bedroom of her would-be suitor only to find a total stranger there—a totally handsome, charming stranger to be sure—but not at all the man she plans to marry. She leaves his room with her reputation intact—barely—only to fall victim to the gentleman’s charms in a public place. Now Amantha must face the fate she’s tried to avoid—marriage to a man who will never love her.

All Rafael Beauregard wanted was a warm bed and a good night’s sleep…but what he got was an unexpected romp with a beautiful vixen and a fiery kiss that left him wanting more. An excellent trade, except now he’s got to marry Lady Amantha, one of the most willful women he’s ever met. So Rafe’s challenge is to persuade her that marriage to him might be the best thing for them both…once he convinces himself.

EXCERPT:

His frank gaze kept straying from her face down to—

“Oh, God!” she shrieked, pulling the covers up over her naked body. This man had seen her naked. He’d touched her naked breasts. And she didn’t even know who he was. “Who…who are you? What are you doing in this room?”

“I’m Rafael Beauregard, Lord Armstrong’s nephew. This is my room.” His voice had taken on that patronizing tone people have when dealing with children…or fools. “Who are you?”

Amantha opened her mouth then abruptly shut it. Maybe it would be better if he didn’t know her name. But he’d seen her face. Seen much more than her face. Heat bloomed in her cheeks. Oh, but she was good and truly ruined. What did a name matter? “Lady Amantha Easton.”

“What are you doing in this room, Lady Amantha?” A hint of laughter in those words made her straighten her spine.

“None of your business, sir.” She had to get out of here. Maybe if no one saw her leave, and this odious man kept his mouth shut, she could pretend nothing had happened, and no one would be the wiser. Except her father might walk through that door at any second. “I have to get out of here.”

“Not necessarily, Lady Amantha.” The wretch lay down on the mattress, propped up on one elbow, and gave her a lecherous look. “We could continue with what we were doing. See where it leads us.”

“My father is on his way to this room this minute.” Amantha glanced down, locating her nightgown and robe on the floor. If she slid backwards off the bed…

“How do you know he’s on his way here?” His voice had taken on a playful tone.

“Because I sent the maid for him.”

If you don’t want to wait for next week’s continuation, you can grab As Long As You’re Mine on Amazon for just .99 through the end of this month.

As you may have noticed, the Weekend Writing Warrior posts are no more. This series of blog hops, which happened every Sunday since before I began writing back in 2009 (called Six Sentence Sunday then), had been a staple of mine until last year when I was prevented from typing by my shoulder injury. The hop had dwindled to a handful of die-hards and then, when I finally returned to the land of the writing, I discovered it had ceased. Sad day for me, I will tell you.

However, I’ve decided to continue on, after a fashion, by posting snippets of my most current release, and occasionally a sneak peek at my current WIP. I hope these posts–still on Sundays–will keep you up to date and engaged with my writing.

So today I’m starting with my most recent release, As Long As You’re Mine. The snippet is a bit longer than the traditional 10 sentences, but it’s my party now, so I get to make the rules. 🙂

BLURB:

A scandalous mistake…or a wicked way to happiness?

Hoping to compromise herself, Lady Amantha Easton sneaks into the bedroom of her would-be suitor only to find a total stranger there—a totally handsome, charming stranger to be sure—but not at all the man she plans to marry. She leaves his room with her reputation intact—barely—only to fall victim to the gentleman’s charms in a public place. Now Amantha must face the fate she’s tried to avoid—marriage to a man who will never love her.

All Rafael Beauregard wanted was a warm bed and a good night’s sleep…but what he got was an unexpected romp with a beautiful vixen and a fiery kiss that left him wanting more. An excellent trade, except now he’s got to marry Lady Amantha, one of the most willful women he’s ever met. So Rafe’s challenge is to persuade her that marriage to him might be the best thing for them both…once he convinces himself.

EXCERPT:

“Oh, Raif!” She could scarcely breathe now. “That…feels…so good.”

“I thought it might. You’re awful sweet.” His low, sleepy voice sounded odd under the covers. On the verge of asking if he was well, she lost the thought when he lifted his head from her breast and crushed his lips to hers.

All else forgotten, she wouldn’t have cared if the house burned down around them. His lips were hot, insistent. Then he plied the seam with his tongue, softly urged it to part for him. She had no desire to resist and soon he had buried his tongue deep in her mouth. A tentative stroke of her own brought a growl of encouragement, and she abandoned herself to explore his willing mouth. She did things she’d never dreamed she’d do, with Raif or anyone else. And she only wanted more. “Oh, Raif. I never thought it could be like this.”

He chuckled. “How soon you forget, Jenny.”

“Jenny?” Amantha froze, her blood turning to ice in her veins. “Who’s Jenny?” Sudden anger lit a fire in her, and she pushed him away. “How many women were you expecting in your bed tonight, Raif?”

“What?” The sleepiness had flown from his voice. “You’re not Jenny?”

“You expected me to be?” This was a nightmare. They weren’t even married and Raif was being unfaithful to her.

“I didn’t expect anyone in my bed.” He threw off the covers and fumbled at the bedside table.

“What do you mean you didn’t expect me? We had planned this, Raif.” What the devil was the man playing at?

“We?” A match flared as he lit the lamp, the sudden light after the darkness almost blinding her. She put her hand up to shield her eyes.

“What do you mean, we?” He sat up in the bed, rubbing his eyes. “Who are you, sweetheart?”

The voice, now unmuffled, certainly did not have the superior tone of Raiford Tolbert. Slowly Amantha lowered her hand to find a man with dark hair she’d never seen before peering at her.

Dear God, what had she done?

If you don’t want to wait for next week’s continuation, you can grab As Long As You’re Mine on Amazon for just .99 through the end of this month.