Wednesday, November 30, 2011

His Whispers In The Night 3rd Novel in the "Passionate Whispers of Desire Series"

Novel 3 In The "Whispers of Desire Series"

Sneak Peak at Chapter 1

Quinten stands in the large picture window thinking of her. His gaze falls down to a book left on the window seat before him. The leather is a pale lavender. Quinten picks it up and opens to the place that has been marked with a pink ribbon.

May 11, 1822

His deep sultry voice whispers to me, "You are a desire I can't run from Hanna."

He reaches his hand up and gently brushes a lock of my hair from my cheek. As his finger trails across me he leaves my skin burning with a deep wanting for him. Leaning in closer with his body cradling me with the strength of him, he softly says, "Nor will I try to run from."

I wanted nothing more then for him to take me. His gaze burns through me and finds the core of my heart and ignites it into an inferno. Am I his desire? How could those big brown eyes do so much to my body in a matter of seconds from across a room? It scares me to think what might happen if our lips were to ever touch.

When I close my eyes I can't help but think about his body pushing up against me. The power of his presence behind me makes my body tremble. He knows it too. I felt it. His breath deepened in my ear and left me in a poised state of waiting. Waiting for his words. Waiting for his touch. Waiting for his kiss. Is this what happens to lovers? All the confusion. The desperate longing. The need to feel something for him...anything. I want to scream stop and at the same time cry out for him to touch more of me.

"Hanna, you have never been kissed before have you?" Was I foolish for shaking my head no. Should I have tried to convince him of a false? Does he care if I have not?

"Quinten I-"

"Sshh," he whispers.

His lips graze my neck so very softly. It causes me to wonder what his warm moist tongue feels like elsewhere on me. He then trails them up to my ear and whispers, "Now you have." A rush from the cool night air fills the space where his body just was. I should have called out to him to come back but I was confused. I have never felt this way before. The smell of him when he draws near paralyzes my words. The very though of catching his eye thrills and terrifies in the same moment. How can I possibly want something so desperately and be frighted by what he may deliver onto me. My mind races to make sense of the moment while my body screams for him to touch all of me. My heart cries for him to embrace me tighter.

The notion of never being able to feel this way for another second in time causes distress within me. He has captivated my soul with his words, his gaze, his touch. How am I to turn away from this? Is it real? Is what I see in him real? 

My fantasies of him are growing more intense. The added reality of what I now know has mixed with the desire of the unknown.

"Quinten," I cry out in a moment of pleasure. It is a torturous fantasy that plays with me nightly. Last night I awoke heated and wet. He does the most wicked things to me in my dreams. He whispers sensual desires he carries for me.

I can no longer face him without my cheeks burning. All the sinful fantasies from the night before play in my mind as he gazes at me. I feel so foolish thinking naughty things of him in his presence. I must leave soon. Tomorrow I will spend the day avoiding him and then I will take my leave. There is simply no other way. For if I do not...I will give into this lust I hold for him. I feel, no, I'm scared I will only be left with a broken heart. Desire and lust are not love.

Hanna lay in her bed thinking of what she shall say in the morning as a reason to leave. She suddenly sits up and says, "My journal." Jumping the four feet down to the floor, she takes of swiftly walking towards the stairs. Panic is welling up within her. She knows she had left it on the window seat earlier and curses herself for doing so.

Making it down the two flights of stairs to the main floor, her walk now turns into a run. The room is all the way in the back of the estate where no one ever visits. The halls are dark with only spots of silver moonlight to illuminate her way.

She stops dead in her bare feet on the wood floors as she sees the glow of candle light from the crack under the doorway. "Oh," she managed to pant out. She reaches out and turns the door knob.

Quinten turns towards her with the journal in his hands. She stands before him in her pale pink night gown breathless. Stands of her thick long black hair blow from her face with every exhale. The deep pink color of her cheeks warm her creamy soft skin.

Hanna backs up from the doorway realizing he has read it all. He sees the embarrassment flood her eyes open wider. She turns and begins to run towards the way she came.

"Wait Hanna, wait!" Quinten tosses the book onto a chair and takes off after her. She has a good head start but not good enough. Quinten soon catches up to her and grabs her by the arm spinning her body towards him. "Hanna please stop." He sees the tears glistening in her beautiful blue eyes.

She pushes against him. "Do not do this Quinten. Let go and let me be."

"I can't!" She pauses in his grasp. "I won't." Quinten loosens his grip. "Not ever Hanna. Not in this lifetime."

Hanna awoke with tears streaming down her face. A nightmare of a fantasy that had almost been real. She lay her head back to the soft comfort of the pillow turning her head towards the window. She gazes up at the stars and whispers, "Where are you Quinten?"

Friday, November 18, 2011

Forbidden from a love so passionate they will do anything to save it.


   There is nothing more enticing than a forbidden love. Two people so desperate to feel one another in each others arms they'll do anything to feel it just one more time. Drawn to one another by a physical realm that can only be understood by one's heart. So in love that they meet in secret. A hush-hush passionate love kept quiet for fear of discovery.

   Connor Welling and Missy Ashton are pulled together by a physical force that is undeniable. Their eyes met once. Their lips touched just once. And now...their hearts are bound together forever. In one night their lives changed. A love grew between them so strong it tied them to one another for enternity. A love of passion, of desire, of devotion. A love shared that is also forbidden.

   He has vowed to spend  the rest of his life fighting for her love against all that stand between them. She will wait an eternity for him to do so.

Can true love concur all?

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Monday, November 14, 2011

Ohhh, So Very...Sinful

    Sinfully sweet, sinfully sexy, sinfully naughty, sinfully just sinful. Wet your lips and say the word sinful out loud. Feel how it slips around your tongue and over your lips. I bet you look sexy when you are saying it too. Whisper it softly. A sexy word it is...sinful. It even looks sexy on paper. When you see the word sinful or sinfully, an excitement has to start building up inside you as you read it. This simple word suggest what may be coming, which is the wicked fantasies characters have for one another. Naughty desires that they withhold from each other until, it can no longer be contained. Devilish desires revealed in a moment of heated passion. Is there any other romantic way? I would say not...other wise it wouldn't be romance.

    What does sinful mean? Well the definition is wicked, naughty, bad, and it even listed dirty. I'll take those and add some more...

Friday, November 11, 2011

One Of The Sexiest Words Is...Desire

    Desire. This one word has many definitions within it. It is one of my favorite words in the English language. I suppose it is why I have used it in the title of my first series of romance novels. To me it seems to carry a feeling of seduction when I hear the word. A promise of more some how. You never hear it anymore in everyday language. I see it often in historical romance novels. What can desire imply when it comes to romance?

    To be put in a simple way, desire is to want or wish. A fancy for an object or person in passing. The formal description of want or wish was used by people from a time when language was beautiful and artistic. A desire to talk to someone who catches your attention.

    Go a little deeper and the word desire is also to have a longing for or a craving and yearning. These three words carry a slightly heavier meaning. They imply more thought has been put into one's desire for something or better yet, someone. From a romance stand point this suggest a stronger desire backed by intense emotion with visible effects on a person. A desire to touch someones hand. A desire to feel one's lips and to taste them.

    Between a man and a woman the word can come down to need. A need to have them, be with them. A need that consumes their every though. The idea that one will never again live a fulfilling life without the other is the ultimate desire. To read about a man's desire or need for the woman he loves is so intoxicating to me. I find it even sexier when he tries to run from it and deny it to himself. The moment he realizes he could not possible live without her and he then must tell her or better yet show her, is for me explosive. At this stage of the book my house could be burning down and I would have not a clue.

    I use the word desire often in the two novels I've written. I feel it suggest the deepest emotion possible for a person when it comes to falling in love. This simple word desire can mean the world to a woman. It is a promise of everything. To a man it carries with it the weight of his heart. A heart he is willing to now give to you.

What are some of your favorite words when it comes to romance and love?