Friday, December 10, 2010

ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE ~ Aristocratic Fantasy

All Shades of Blue Paradise

Blurb ~

Destiny and love can be denied for only so long...
Except for her daring equestrienne competitions, Lady Sheridan lives a quiet life caring for her family's estate, staving off financial ruin and keeping her brother's misdeeds from ruining his marriage and the life of her beloved nieces. Despite all his desperate efforts, Baron Zaggry has never discovered why his Sherfantasy broke their engagement. Now, his ruse successful, Sheridan is finally his, his slave lover. He has ten years worth of denied pleasures to make up for, to savor however he erotic chooses.
[Erotic Fantasy Romance, OtherWorld, Aristocratic Intrigue]


"Lady Sheridan Kayla Woadeir," Clarence intoned in his best aristocratic voice. A broad smile broke over his face, brightening his countenance to near jolly. He widened the door, inviting her entrance.
She stepped into the cobalt and pearl foyer, smiling in return. "How are you, Clarence?"
"Sunny azure days ahead now, Lady Sheridan. He’s up in the grand office. Go on. I’ll ring up your arrival."
Her high heels clicking on the alabaster brilliant floor, Sheridan watched her image in the nouveau shimmer panels. The panels reflected the immense entry room’s light creating a crystalline ambiance.
Sheridan had resorted to dressing in the way he used to passion smolder over. She had no idea if that was still true.
Sapphire blue, gleaming sapphire. The luxury satin dress fit her curves, bared her arms, bared her legs from the knee down to her matching high heels. The pearls around her throat matched the moon’s color of last evening and provided a tiny touch of comfort.
Sliding her fingers along her pearls, Sheridan moved up the long curving sweep of stairs, low steps designed for a woman. Butterflies battled to escape her stomach once she stood at the top on the wine red carpet.
Keeping her feet moving, she glided toward the open office door, as if she moved inside a pocket of air. Reality seemed a horizon away.
He didn’t speak when she entered. He casually leaned back on his chair, one foot propped up on the dark shining wood of his enormous desk. Potent power and grace, he stood, silently moving to one side.
He motioned to a swivel cushioned chair before his desk. His presence had always made her feel sultry. Once his sultry woman. It was no different now. Her whole body was a sultry sizzle rhythm. She felt it to her core as she approached the chair and sat.
Her legs crossed, she steepled her fingers, watching him pivot. Lithe, powerful as a cougar, he returned to his chair. She’d seen the media’s view of him, unavoidable in her ‘horse show’ circle. Confronted with him, her breath demanded freedom from her body.
Like a cougar, the way he moved, his fierce intense nature, that was how she’d always seen him. Cougar in male beautiful form. Cougar spirit incarnated to man.
Goddess behold! She had loved him.
Sheridan didn’t blame the women who wanted him, not just for his status or his wealth but for the primal and the aristocratic blend he was as a man, as a lover, the way he made a woman feel.
Pure sensual desire. Pure sensual need. Pure ferocious passion for him.
She waited, knowing that was his cougar-and-prey game with her. She waited, her gaze fondling the burnished waves of his dark mahogany hair, streaked with wild sunlight.
The rough grazing purr of his voice made her shiver inside. She met his gaze boldly. Never flee before a cougar. Always stand your ground, even if faced with the most gorgeous eyes she’d ever seen.
Pale emerald, so ice crystalline, his eyes were always startling, always stunning.
"Baron Vettura," she returned, her tone icy cordiality. Sheridan knew her eyes glowed hot. She felt it. She shook back her hair. "It has been a while."


Scene note: Zag and Sheridan attend a dinner hosted by Lady Moehnigua where the guests discuss commerce while having sex.

Sheridan pressed hot desperate kisses down Zag’s muscle-beautiful torso—remembering, more and more, what she had forced herself to forget, their passions. Her hands stroked downward over the fabric of his pants, stroked over his brutally hard cock.

Feverishly, she kissed him. She stroked, holding his strength with her bound hands. Stroking up and down rhythmically, she pressed hard as she knew he once enjoyed. As he had once allowed, teaching her to touch him.

She stroking-tempted him from his tip to the base of his cock, feeling him stud-harden even more.

“You remember,” he harsh and hoarse blurted the words.

“You make me remember,” she challenged between her kisses, her furious pants of breath.

Zag seized her hands. She gripped his ache-pulsing cock harder. Devil-wicked, he was torn between sweetest ecstasy here, this moment. With her. Or continue his horrible need for her until later, a planned fiercer ecstasy with her.

“Zaggry, you will owe me.” Lady Moehnigua’s coy tone penetrated. Suddenly, he inhaled the pungent odor of a carnal-lessening candle. “You will favor me with the pleasure of you and your slave lover as my dining guests. Soon.”

“Your favor,” he guttural agreed, grateful for her assistance.

“Sheridan, dearest,” Lady Moehnigua invited softly, waving the pungent candle near his slave lover’s nose. “He cannot mount you until you release his impressively raised sword for you.”

Sheridan jerked, a measure of sanity returning. Her fingers loosened. She felt Zag lift her hands from him. He placed her hands back on his chest, held rule over her hands.

“Sher, come with me.”

“Duke Westerworth has requested your company, Zaggry. I will send Nebulia to you when your tableau is ready.”

“My special debt to you, Lady Moehnigua.”

“I will collect most pleasurably,” she assured, a vixen smile beneath her words.

Zag lifted his woman from the dais, feeling her crazed need for him—the sultry slide of her body down his.

“Duke Westerworth?” she murmured up to him.

“A possible ally.” Zag moved slowly toward the Duke’s salon area, raw enjoying his woman’s swaying curves against him.

As they approached, Duke Westerworth fondled his wife’s mountainous, alabaster breasts. He lapped berry meringue from her enormous bosom, his wife’s head was thrown back as she stood before him, offering up her breasts.

As her husband licked her nipple with the full length of his tongue, she cried out, carnal trembling. She lifted her breasts more to him. He suckled her nipple, pulling savage demand. Then he sucked meringue from her other nipple letting her whimper for more.

“You will wait,” the Duke ruled her. He gripped her nipple between his fingers, twisting.

“Husband,” she pleaded, wriggling her breasts for him.

The Duke pulled, rhythmically twisting her giant pink nipple.

“Baron Vettura,” the Duke greeted, his jade green eyes hooded with passion. “Know the pleasure of your slave lover’s breasts while we speak.”

Zag brought his woman before him. Pressing the base of his cock against her luscious ass, he stroked her nipples free of her bodice, his thumbs circling over her blatant burst nipples.

Wanton, Sheridan arched her ass up against his cock’s arousal. She softly moaned her pleasure and her wild embarrassment as his thumbs circled her nipples. When he leisurely plucked her fire raw nipples she burned blazes of ache and bliss.

“Duke Westerworth, your commerce goes well.”

“Well enough, Baron, due to your timely advice. Assist me with a new venture I am planning and further profit is yours. Also, I have the long-time ear of Duke Strovanoph. He can be persuaded against the transportation triad’s addictive lust for more of our land. Especially persuaded upon the victory of your slave lover in the wager-anticipated Braverth.” The Duke twisting-seized his wife’s other nipple. She carnal-happily cried out.

“Your new venture, Duke Westerworth?” Zag smoothed caresses over his woman’s breasts, lust-adoring the thrust of her ass to him.

“Feature improvements to the line of antique coaches produced by Gorrunts. I own a third share of the enterprise. I have the opportunity to own the controlling share.” Briefly, he teased his teeth over his wife’s nipple.

“I will research the favor of such a venture, Duke. Your time limitation?” Zag fondled his woman’s breasts to his pleasure, listened to her tiny stifled whimpers, carnal-enjoyed her desire to be mounted.

“Four days would be ideal. May I burden you with further contact, Baron? The Lady Moehnigua’s messenger arrives for you.”

“The afternoon, Duke, I am available for further details.”

Zag gently caressed his woman’s nipples beneath her bodice. She trembled, moaned, crazed to know more of his fondling touches. Leaning down, he listened to Nebulia’s instructions.

“Follow me.” Nebulia beckoned them.

“What decadent now, master?” Sheridan murmured, her legs not cooperative, her gaze filled with the Duke’s fondling assault on his wife’s giant willing breasts.

“Slave lover,” Zag growled. He stepped in front of her, passionately hoisted her up over his shoulder. His hand claimed her ripe ass as he followed Nebulia.

Zag carried his woman inside the small secret room, entirely dark, from where they would witness the tableau. Swiftly, he closed the door, allowed her to slide down his body, her body more than sizzle lust against him.

Happy Holidays and Winter Pleasure Kisses


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
Lady Sheridan & Baron Zaggry invite you to read their love story ~
ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE ~ an aristocratic fantasy of fiercest passion ~ *5 Stars* from ReviewYourBook ~ available from Siren-BookStrand Publishing ~ ~ ~
An Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend ~ ~ ISBN:1-60601-013-1


Savanna Kougar said...

Happy Holidays, everyone...

Gem Sivad said...

Happy Holidays, Savanna!