Sunday’s Sample – The Seduction of Lady Phoebe by Ella Quinn

This Sunday’s Sample is The Seduction of Lady Phoebe by Ella Quinn!  Here’s the Sample from Ella’s historical romance.  Thanks for being our guest, Ella, and sharing your sample.



THE SEDUCTION OF LADY PHOEBE ~ September, 19, 2013

LADY PHOEBE STANHOPE, famous for her quick wits, fast horses, and punishing right hook, is afraid of nothing but falling in love. Fleeing a matchmaking attempt with the only man she despises, Phoebe meets a handsome blue-eyed stranger who sends her senses skittering. By the time Phoebe discovers the seductive stranger is the same arrogant troll she sent packing eight years ago, she is halfway to falling in love with him.

LORD MARCUS FINLEY last saw Phoebe striding regally away, as he lay on the floor with a bruised jaw and a rapidly swelling eye. Recently returned from the West Indies, Marcus is determined to earn Phoebe’s love, preferably before she discovers who he is. Determined to have Phoebe for his own, Marcus begins his campaign to gain her forgiveness and seduce her into marriage.

Can Phoebe learn to trust her own heart and Marcus? Or is she destined to remain alone?

~Lady Phoebe is a heroine Georgette Heyer would adore–plucky, pretty, and well worth the devotion of the dashing Lord Marcus. A marvelous find for Regency romance readers.~

~NYT Bestseller Grace Burrowes ~

Ella Quinn’s The Seduction of Lady Phoebe is a passionate tale full of humor, romance, and poignancy. Quinn writes classic Regency romance at its best!”

~Shana Galen~


She searched his face. Barely a foot separated them. If only he would reach out to her. “You were in Littleton for the fight last week.”

“Yes, I attended with a friend,” he replied, his tone, intimate.

Phoebe tried to steady her thudding heart. “I remember your voice. You rescued me from the young man pounding on my chamber door and spent the night guarding me.”

She drew a ragged breath. Why was it so hard to breathe? “You didn’t want to be thanked. You have now saved me twice from importuning young men.”

His gaze seemed to focus even more intently on her. “Yes, I took him from your door. I thought, at the time, I didn’t need to be thanked.” His lips curled into a provocative smile. “I may have been mistaken. You may thank me, if you wish.”

Phoebe had no idea what she was doing. She’d never before been affected like this. His eyes and his body willed her closer. She ignored the small voice urging cautionHer pulse thrilled and there was no more space between them.

Tilting her head up, she put one hand on his face, resting her fingers lightly on his cheek. “Yes, I would like to thank you.”

He bent his head and lightly, very lightly, touched his lips to hers. They were warm and firm and so enticing.

Phoebe lips tingled just as her hand had when he’d touched it, but that was through gloves. This was a great deal better. “I have never been kissed before. I don’t know what to do.”

A flame lit in her knight’s eyes. “I’ll teach you.”

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Sunday’s Sample – On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful – KIRA by Lynda Bailey

This Sunday’s Sample is On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful – KIRA by Lynda Bailey!  Here’s the Sample from Lynda’s contemporary romance.  Thanks for being our guest, Lynda, and sharing your sample.

KIRA_800-200x300Thanks so much to Laurel for hosting me today! This “First Kiss” is from my most recent release, On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful—KIRA. Here’s the blurb:

When Kira Schafer’s mega-millionaire—and seriously controlling—father insists she marry one his company’s junior executives or get cut out of the will, her decision is an easy one. As much as she loves her dad, she won’t be bullied into a marriage where her needs aren’t met. So she leaves the big city to settle in a small Nebraskan town. And maybe, just maybe, the quiet, country life will calm the deep-seated spanking urges which have plagued her for years.

Hunter Rice has one goal: clear his name of doping charges and resume his boxing career. The only thing worse than not being in the ring is being trapped in Podunk, Nebraska. He’s got a plan to solve his problem, but needs money. Money he doesn’t have until a super rich guy pays him to “convince” his daughter to move back home. When the setbacks to Kira’s business fail to prompt her return, Hunter resorts to kidnapping to ensure father and daughter are reunited.

Kira not only thwarts his plan, she turns the tables. Now Hunter faces attempted assault and kidnapping charges unless he spends the weekend doing exactly as she says. Rock, meet hard place. It isn’t until cloistered in her apartment that he learns about her spanking fetish—and how he’s the one who will administer said spanking. Despite his initial hesitation, he and Kira soar to erotic heights. During their time together, Hunter also learns he likes this woman—a lot. Maybe even enough to reconsider returning to boxing. Maybe small town life won’t be so bad with the right woman. But Kira has a different plan, one that has her going home and Hunter going back into the ring…

This excerpt is for mature readers only!

“Until me?”

“Until you.”

He barely heard her words. “So why me and why now?”

“Now because you owe me. And you because you’re…well…you.”

Hunter slipped his finger under her chin and tipped her face up until she again met his gaze. “What does that mean? I’m me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, c’mon, dude. You’re a boxer with a killer bod who smells great and has this awesome python tat. I’ve always thought you were hot.”

That jumped his eyebrows. “Really?”

Another eye roll. “Geez, yes. Everyone in this town wants to have your baby. From the high school cheerleaders to the little old ladies. Hell, I’d bet some of the men would volunteer to carry your kid to term. How could I go against all the public opinion?”

A slow grin curved his lips. She returned the smile then her gaze dipped to his mouth and her smile faded. So did his. He brought his hand up to caress her hair.

“Tell me, Kira. When’s the last time you had plain, ole straight up sex?”

She bit her lower lip then slowly released the pink flesh. “It’s been a while. I probably don’t remember how to do it.”

He gently coaxed her to shift upward until their lips almost touched. Her breath tasted like peppermint. “You know it’s just like riding a bicycle.”

“Good thing,” she murmured against his mouth. “Because the way my legs and ass are burning, I think I’ll be the one doing the riding.”

“Fine by me.”

He joined his lips to hers in a tender kiss. She shifted a leg over his and inched her knee up to his bulging groin. She applied just the right pressure for stars to erupt behind his closed lids. He groaned into her mouth, lightly cradling the back of her head in his palm. She slipped her tongue inside to waltz with his.

This kiss was in direct opposition to what they’d experienced before. It made Hunter wonder how many times she’d had sex where a hefty dose of pain wasn’t involved. He realized a fine line existed between pleasure and pain and decided Kira needed to take the lead here. In whatever direction she chose. If she preferred it rough, he’d accommodate her. But it was going to be her call.


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Sunday’s Sample – Thoroughly Modern Amanda by Susan Macatee

This Sunday’s Sample is Thoroughly Modern Amanda by Susan Macatee!  Here’s the Sample from Susan’s historical romance.  Thanks for being our guest, Susan, and sharing your sample.

ThoroughlyModernAmanda_w7277_750-200x300“Your stepmother told me she returned to the future after being shot.” He brushed a hand over his chest. “I don’t like that idea much.”

“There must be another way.” She lifted a hand and laid it atop his. “I don’t like the idea of you being shot either.”

Jack held his breath. Her fingers rested over his heart. He grasped her hand, entwining their fingers.

Her face colored. “We should be getting inside. It must be near time for supper.”

“Wait.” Jack grasped her wrist to keep her from pulling away. “What about this Randolph? How do you feel about him?”

“I-I’m not sure. My stepmother says he’s not right for me.” She scowled.

“Because he’s old-fashioned?” Jack guessed.

She lifted her gaze to his. “Why do you say that?”

“It’s what your stepmother told me. Why she doesn’t want you to marry him.”

Amanda smiled. “Yes. He’s boorish and has outdated ideas. He believes a woman is only useful when she’s tending to her home, man, and children.”

“But you work for him.”

“It’s a great opportunity, such that it is.” She shrugged. “What about the women of your time?”

“They can do any type of job they want and are qualified for.” He grinned. “They even get to fly into space with the men.”

Amanda gasped. “You can’t be serious.” She lifted both hands to her mouth. “What a wonderful place to live!” She dropped her gaze and twisted her hands in her skirts. “But I’m sure with all those modern women to choose from, you’d have no interest in an old-fashioned girl like me.”

“Amanda…” Jack took both her hands in his. “I’ve never met anyone like you. When I first saw your photo—”

“My photo?” She frowned. “Where did you see it?”

“It was in the house where you found me, but in the future. It was hanging on the wall at the bottom of the stairs.”

“In the house Randolph is building?” Her lower lip trembled.

Jack leaned forward, unable to stop himself, and lightly brushed his lips over hers. She tasted sweet, like cinnamon and sugar.

She reared back, her lips in a firm line, but then opened, as he enfolded her pliant body in his arms. He stroked his hands around her back and pulled her as close as possible. Her heart beat swiftly, like a delicate, caged bird.

The kiss rocked him to his core. Although he’d dreamed of kissing those lush lips, the reality was so much better. An ache formed in his chest at the thought of going home and never seeing her again.

He finally released her. Her eyes looked a bit glazed, her lips swollen and her hair mussed. He bit his lip, wondering what reception they’d get at supper.


Amanda’s knees weakened as a thrill raced through her body. No man had ever kissed her like that. Of course, she hadn’t had much opportunity with other men. And had never allowed Randolph to get so close.

She gazed into Jack’s eyes. His lips twisted into an adorable half-smile, his eyes bright, face flushed. Had he felt the same thing she had?

“Are you okay, Amanda?” His smile turned down into a frown.

“I-I think so.” She touched her lips, the sensation of his pressed against hers still with her. She was also very aware of his male scent. If she didn’t fear someone would discover them, she’d fling her arms around him for another round of kisses.

Sunday’s Sample – My Daring Highlander by Vonda Sinclair

This Sunday’s Sample is My Daring Highlander by Vonda Sinclair!  Here’s the Sample from Vonda’s historical romance.  Thanks for being our guest, Vonda, and sharing your sample.

MDH ver 2 200x300In the near darkness, the rattle of Keegan’s belt startled her. What was he about? A moment later, a warm wool plaid surrounded her like a blanket. He pulled it around her and attached it beneath her chin with the brooch that had been fastened at his shoulder.

He had disrobed for her? Her face heated. “I cannot take your plaid.”

“Aye, you can and you will. I’ll not have you freezing to death on my watch.” He belted his weapons about his waist again.

“I wouldn’t freeze this time of year.” Though it was May, late spring in the far north of Scotland was much cooler than it was further south, where she’d grown up.

Keegan still wore a long linen shirt that reached almost to his knees, but to have taken his plaid… she couldn’t be so stingy.

“We could share this plaid,” she suggested.

She could only see an outline of him and the dim glow of his shirt in the night, but somehow she knew he was observing her, or trying to.

“I’m plenty warm,” he murmured, his voice husky. He withdrew his sword from the scabbard and turned his head. “Tell me if you hear anything.”

“Very well.” She knew he needed to concentrate on listening for enemies, but the time they had alone was rare and precious. After several minutes of peaceful silence, she felt it safe to whisper, “Earlier, you were going to tell me what you wished for.” She but wanted to know more about him, to learn who he was on the deepest level.

He turned to face her, his breathing close. She perceived his outline in the dim moonlight, but not his features or expression.

“I shouldn’t tell you,” he finally said.

“Why not?” Now, her curiosity was piqued. She wished to know all Keegan’s secrets.

“I’m not sure you would like it,” he murmured in a warning tone.

“Why? Do you wish to be an outlaw?” Could he have such shocking aspirations?

He gave a brief, low chuckle. “Nay.”

“What, then?”

After a long, tense moment of silence, he stepped closer and placed a hand on her shoulder, then ran it into her unbound hair. He drew nearer still, his breath teasing the skin of her face.

“Seona,” he whispered against her forehead, then kissed her there. “This.” Slowly, he kissed her temple, her cheek. “This is what I wish for.”

All the breath left her and she could not draw more in. The kisses on her face created tingles that spread quickly throughout her entire body.

Lightly, he brushed his warm, tempting lips over hers. Her eyes slid closed for surely she had drifted into a dream world.

With his thumb, he gently stroked her face and jaw line. His lips were firm, but at the same time, soft and smooth. The short, rough whiskers on his chin scratched against her tender skin, but it wasn’t painful; it excited her and made her realize how very masculine he was.

His insistent lips compelled her to return his kiss, though she knew not how. She had never been kissed before, but she followed her instincts, pressing her lips against his and mimicking his movements.

“Mmm,” he breathed and kissed her more firmly. His lips nipped at hers, snatching her thoughts and scattering them to the breeze. When he touched the tip of his tongue to her lips, as if he wanted to taste her, a sound escaped her before she could stop it. Heavens! His tongue felt wicked. She wished he would do it again.

Trying to figure out how kissing worked, she parted her lips. He growled and darted his tongue into her mouth. That sultry move stole the strength from her legs, but she held on around his neck. Her breasts and other, lower, parts of her body tingled with a strange magic. What was happening to her?

Keegan tore his mouth away from hers. “Listen.” He turned his head toward the north.

She held her breath, trying to listen. With her heartbeat thumping in her ears, she could perceive naught.

Finally, she heard it. In the distance, horses’ hooves pounded, louder and louder…