Genre: Erotic Historical Romance Heat Level: 3 Word Count: 46, 100 ISBN: 978-1-77233-493-7 Editor: JS Cook Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Sybille's Lord by Raven McAllan

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Cursed Treasure, 2 (Book 3)

She has to marry to save her family's fortune, and the man of her dreams wants her hand. It should be perfect...

Having witnessed a love match in the shining example of her parents, Sybille is not prepared to settle for anything less than true love. Lord Thomas Jeavons might have proposed, but does he love her? Especially after she tells him her secrets?

Thom is enchanted, and far from being put off by Sybille's demands. He vows to do everything in his power to convince her that he is the only man for her—both in and out of the bedroom. With her family's good name at stake, can they solve all their issues before it is too late to find their own happy ever after?

Be Warned: bondage

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Excerpt:

Thom moved behind her and pulled her back to rest against him.

“Mine.” His arms circled her loosely, his hands warm on her tummy.

Just one word, but spoken in such a way as to send shivers down her spine and dampen the curls at the apex of her thighs. His fingers splayed over her, and his breath was warm on her neck.

“Yours.”

“Let me show you how you are mine.” Thom didn’t wait for her to answer but undid the tiny buttons that caressed her spine. His fingers stroked her skin as he maneuvered the fastenings and bared her back to the warm afternoon.

Outside a bird tweeted, and the hum of bees on the flower-clad walls was loud in the somnambulant air. It was, Sybille decided romantic—and almost designed especially for them.

She dropped her head forward to allow Thom easier access as he pressed soft kisses to every place his fingers touched. As he inched her gown over her shoulders, his kisses followed that movement as well.

Her skin was on fire and she had a semi hysterical thought that once he freed her arms from her gown only her rock hard nipples would hold it in place. Could she command them to let it go?

“Such soft skin, but I need to see and feast on even more.” Thom slid the sleeves of her dress to her wrists and over her hands.

The softly scalloped neckline rested on the swell of her breasts one eighth of an inch the correct side of decency.

 “Shake your head.” Thom plucked the pins from her hair as he spoke.

Eh? However she did as he demanded. As her hair tumbled to her shoulders, the bodice of her dress left her breasts and ended in a crumpled heap around her waist. Within seconds her chemise followed it.

He bent his head and for the first time in her life someone other than herself touched her breasts. It was no innocent brush of his lips. Thom took one nipple in between his thumb and forefinger and rubbed and teased it. The other he pulled into his mouth and suckled. Not like a babe, but like a man in need of a feast. Someone who worshipped her body and gloried in it.

His mouth was hot and demanding. Her body pleaded to do as he wished. All Sybille wanted was whatever was next, and more of the same. When he moved his hand from her breast, she sobbed.

“Shhh,” Thom lifted his mouth just enough to soothe her. “I need to take off your dress. Stay as you are.” He stroked her hair. “Now, sweet Sybille will you help me in another way?”

“Ye…sss, oh …” She sighed and waited.

“So good. Touch yourself. Keep yourself warm for me.”

 What? How? As if I’m alone? Ah I cannot.

Thom gently lifted her hand to cover her breast. It was almost as if he could read her mind. “You can,” he said gently. “You are doing. Sweet Sybille, it is perfect. There, your hand warms you there, as I will warm you elsewhere.” He rolled her gown and chemise further downward. Over her hips, across her mound and down her thighs. The materials were cool on her fevered skin, the slight friction they created added to her already heightened senses. Her skin prickled and she caught her breath. It was difficult even to breathe; every fiber of her being was concentrated on Thom. On his actions, his words and his strength.

Even her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, as she fondled her breast. Yes, it was something she had done before. Something to discover how her body responded to thoughts and touch. But never in her wildest dreams did she expect to do something so outrageous in front of a man. Especially the man who declared he wanted her to give herself to him.

“Step out of your clothes.” Thom steadied her as she did as he asked. “Perfect. You are perfection, my lady.” He kissed the nape of her neck. “I ache to make you mine.”

Sybille swayed at the tone in his voice. He sounded in awe. Surely not? She blinked and turned around to look at him. Apart from his jacket, he was fully clothed. “You’re dressed.” She winced as she stated the obvious.

“Remedy it.”

Me? Oh my.

Where to start? The glint in his eyes goaded her. Sybille was never one to turn down a challenge. She looked at him steadily, and was rewarded by a wash of color that flowed over his face.

“Oh I will.” Could humans purr? She wanted to. “Lift your arms.” Was that husky feline voice really hers?

A faint smile flickered across his lips as he complied and Sybille slowly untied the laces at his throat and parted the neckline. Hairs showed in the gap and she itched to curl them around her fingers and test their wiry strength.

 Later.

With more haste than finesse, she un-tucked his shirt from his pantaloons, lifted the hem and pulled the soft, fine, linen garment over his head.

Even without those rivulets of water that drew your eyes downwards, his chest was magnificent. Without an inch of fat on him, Thom was muscular, well-proportioned and made her mouth dry. Sybille gave into temptation and pressed a soft kiss to his chest. He smelled of man, earthy, but not unpleasant.

“You know, a man’s body is as receptive as a woman’s.”

“Pardon?”

“Sensitive, needy, wanting. My body. Think of where you like to be touched, I’m the same.”

“On your ear?” She giggled as his eyes widened.

“Like this?” He pinched her lobe. “Why not? However, I have other places to touch and taste, and hope you’ll return the favor. Later.”

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Written by Nicole Plummer on 17th Jun 2016

In order to save and protect her family Sybille knows she must marry. But she is being blackmailed and until she can sort through all of that she won’t marry. And the one she loves doesn’t know or understand what is stopping her from marrying him. Thomas wants nothing more than to marry Sybille. But when he discovers why she refuses to do so he knows he must do something to rectify it. He has to catch the person who is blackmailing her. Thomas promises Sybille he will be everything she wants in a husband and shows her just what it will be like. But her family needs to protect their name. Can Thomas follow through on his promise to protect her family, and her? Will he convince her to marry him? Can he end the blackmailer’s intentions? This series continues to get better with each book and I can’t wait for more.

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