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To Touch A Woman --by Alice Gaines
Coming August 2009 from eRedSage.com
Three Kinds of Wicked Series
Innocence has its price. Edward and Margaret Sinclair never imagined they’d need anything but their love to make the marital act a shared joy. But, lack of knowledge makes both of them clumsy in bed. Margaret’s resulting pain causes both of them anguish. With nowhere else to turn, Edward makes the ultimate sacrifice. When a mysterious stranger named Trey enters their life, Edward asks him to demonstrate the proper way to touch a woman…with his own wife as the object of his caresses.
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My Lady’s Pleasure--by Alice Gaines
Coming Summer 2009 from eRedSage.com
Three Kinds of Wicked Series
When the Viking invader, Freyr, breaches the walls of Randmead, he makes plans to make himself the lord of the castle. To establish his legitimacy, he’ll take the Lady Devon as his wife. This courageous beauty has no intention of submitting to the raider who’s overrun her father’s land. She’ll defend her virtue fiercely, but when a troubadour named Trey offers to use his enchanting song to ease her way in the marriage bed, she finds she can’t resist either man. |
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Edward’s mind spun. Engaging a woman’s senses. What did he know of all that? Upstairs, his wife—the love of his life—would have climbed into bed. She’d given him provocative touches this evening, had kissed him longer than strictly necessary and in front of strangers. She’d as much as asked him to join her and couple with her.
Now, a perfect stranger had filled his head with nonsense he couldn’t use. If he tried with Margaret and failed again, he’d push her even farther away. The headaches, the timidity would get worse. He didn’t have time for practice. He needed to make love to her properly, tonight. How in bloody hell could he learn how to do that in the next half-hour?
Oh, to be a fly on the wall when a more experienced man, like the one sitting across the table from him, coupled with a shy woman. He could watch the moves, the way to touch her body, the sort of reassurances that would relax her. Just the education he needed. But, even if he could talk Treveylan into performing for him, where would he find a woman for the purpose? He didn’t even know anyone else here.
Unless…oh no, impossible. He did have such a lady waiting upstairs for him right this moment. Margaret. His own dear wife.
The idea was insane. And yet, if he were to convince her to try, and if Treveylan agreed, he’d accomplish two important goals at once. He’d learn, and the other man would make some progress in getting past her fear. The plan had its own internal logic. Desperate problems needed desperate solutions. Treveylan’s touch had worked once already. It might work again.
Good Lord. If someone had told him that morning he’d even contemplate such a thing, he would have called them a lunatic. Now, he’d done a lot more than contemplate it. He poured himself another drink and downed it in one swallow.
“Are you all right?” Treveylan asked.
“No.” He’d do this. He’d hate every minute, but for Margaret, he’d do it. “I need a favor from you.”
“Whatever I can do.”
“You see…” God’s blood, this was embarrassing. “I can’t make my wife happy.”
“She seems happy.”
“In bed, damn it. I can’t please her in bed.”
“Ahhh.” Treveylan took the bottle and served himself. “A problem becoming erect?”
He couldn’t help but laugh at that. He was already hard, and this conversation wouldn’t help matters. “I get hard well enough. Hard enough that I hurt her.”
Treveylan’s brow furrowed. “That doesn’t usually happen after the first time.”
“The first time was bloody torture. She tried, but she was so tight, I could hardly penetrate her.” He poured some more brandy. “It even hurt me.”
“I see.”
“Now, every time I touch her, she tightens like a spring.”
“That was the tension I felt in her shoulders,” Treveylan said.
“She was afraid I’d want my rights as a husband tonight.” He swallowed some of the liquor. He’d had enough that it had lost its bite. “God help me, I do.”
“What do you do to prepare her?”
“I hold her, kiss her, tell her she’s beautiful,” Edward answered. “What else is there?”
Treveylan’s hand and glass stopped halfway to his mouth. “You really don’t know?”
“How could I? No one’s ever taught me.”
“Bloody hell,” Treveylan spat. “Bloody society with its bloody ‘decency.’”
“I don’t see how it’s anyone’s fault but mine.”
“You don’t?” Treveylan pushed his glass away and leaned over the table toward him. “All the pious asses preach sin night and day. The respectable declare that sex is dirty and shameful. Most young men have an older man to guide them, or an adventurous woman. You didn’t?”
“No one.”
“Neither you nor your wife had any experience, and you expect to figure it out on your own.”
He sighed. “That’s the long and the short of it, I’m afraid.”
“So, you want me to teach you.” Treveylan blew out a breath. “That’s too much for one conversation, and besides, it’s already late.”
“That’s not exactly the favor I’d like to ask.” He gripped the stem of his snifter and stared into the amber liquid.
“What do you want, then?”
He clenched his teeth and searched for words that would make the proposal sound better.
“Out with it, man,” Treveylan said. “What do you want me to do?”
No use. There were no words except the simple ones. “I want you to make love to Margaret, and I want to watch.”
“Good Lord, you want me to swive your wife?”
His head jerked up in surprise. “Don’t call it that.”
“That’s what you’re talking about. You want me to tumble her, plow her, frig her.”
“Nothing that vulgar.”
“Sex is vulgar. And messy, and awkward, and profound. That’s part of your problem, Sinclair. Your whole life, you’ve danced around it.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“What do you think you’ll see if I do what you want?” Treveylan said. “What do you think you’ll hear? A minuet? Polite conversation?”
His gut churned, and not from the liquor. Needless to say, he’d never watched anything like that before, but he knew enough about the act to imagine what he’d have to face. Still, what choice did he have? Things couldn’t continue as they’d gone on in the past.
“You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” Treveylan said.
“Deadly serious.”
Treveylan picked up his glass and put it down again. “She’d have to agree to it, and not just to please you.”
“She enjoyed your touch earlier. It transformed her.” Changed her back into the vivacious woman he’d courted and won. He’d give his right arm to have that lovely creature back.
“Please, do this for us.”
“I usually don’t have to be convinced to make love to a beautiful woman.” Treveylan glanced over to the staircase as if he could see up it to where Margaret waited in bed. “With her consent, I’ll do it.”
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