by Kate Pearce
Details, details-this book is the second in the 'House of Pleasure' series and is closely connected to the first, Simply Sexual. It comes out officially on November 3rd, from Kensington Aphrodisia but will probably be around in the bookstores a little earlier.
Here's the blurb:
A wicked proposition...
Forced to wed at a young age, Abigail Beecham is tired of living in a sexless marriage. She longs to succumb to the delicious pleasures of pure carnal lust that she has only read about. And if her husband James can't satisfy her erotic needs, he's ready to find her a man who can.
A wild past…
Peter Howard is accustomed to unusual sexual requests. His seven years as a slave in a Turkish brothel left his skilled in sensual delights. But there is little that actually arouses him-until he meets James and Abigail. Maybe now he'll finally experience that exquisite feeling of bliss he so desperately desires.
Peter Howard was one of those characters that readers loved, despite the fact that he was probably bisexual, had a very dubious history and an unhealthy obsession with many things including opium, sex and his best friend Valentin Sokorvsky.
I loved him, but I was surprised that everyone else did too. It was also great to be able to write a book through his eyes and in his point of view, because in the previous book we only see him as others see him, and he's so much more than that. Yes, I still have a soft spot for him even after going through the trauma of editing and producing the book. It will be interesting to see what readers make of the ending-I'm sure some people won't like it at all-but that was the way it had to be-honestly!
Seeing as last time there were complaints that I left you all at a most inconvenient part of the narrative, LOL I thought I'd simply carry on the scene where we left off. Nothing like a bit of Man Love to start your week! This is actually the first sex scene in the book. The heroine doesn't even appear until Chapter 4.
Copyright@Kate Pearce 2008
“Get on with it, damn you.”
Peter groaned as Lord Beecham sucked him into his mouth, one hand gripped Peter’s balls, the other braced on the wall beside him. As he drew the long shaft further down his throat, Peter closed his eyes and tried to move his hips. Lord Beecham used his shoulder to hold him pinned against the wall and sucked harder, used his teeth to graze the tender flesh. Used all the techniques Peter had learned in Turkey to give a man a hard, fast and forceful climax.
His hands fisted at his sides in a concentrated effort not to touch Lord Beecham, to caress his thick dark hair, to offer himself in return. His come traveled up his shaft and he gritted his teeth.
Lord Beecham released his cock and sat back.
Peter opened his eyes and heard himself panting like a hunted animal. He’d been played for a fool. Beecham obviously intended to leave him aroused and unsatisfied. He tried to compose his features into his usual calm expression but realized he couldn’t. He tensed as Lord Beecham rose to his feet, his pupils were so dilated all the brown had disappeared. Peter managed a sneer.
“Are you satisfied now, Lord Beecham?”
“Not yet and my name is James. You still owe me fifty minutes of your time.”
Holding Peter’s gaze, he slowly untied his cravat. His coat and waistcoat followed and then his shirt, exposing his broad chest and flat furred stomach. Peter remained rigid, his cock pumping hard to the rhythm of his raised heartbeat. Lord Beecham bent to remove his boots and tight breeches, displaying the long elegant line of his back. Peter’s mouth went dry.
When Lord Beecham was naked, he moved toward the high four poster bed and climbed up on all fours. In the candlelight he presented Peter with a magnificent view of his muscular thighs and tight buttocks. He looked over his shoulder. The temptation in his glance and his inviting posture were unmistakable.
Peter ran his hand over his throbbing cock. Without speaking he walked across to the bottom of the bed. He found the perfumed oil Madame conveniently left on the nightstand and used his knee to deliberately widen Lord Beecham’s legs. He guided his wet glistening cock toward the other man’s arse. Pausing only to grip Lord Beecham’s hips, Peter lunged forward and penetrated him.
Lord Beecham groaned. “God…”
Peter used little finesse. If Beecham thought he could coerce him into having sex he would get the most basic fucking available. The kind Peter had been forced to give and take from the roughest of the men who had bought his time at the brothel. The kind of sex that had nothing to do with love and tenderness, only raw basic need.
He kept his grip on Lord Beecham’s hips and pulled back again, drove his length deep. Lord Beecham grunted in time to each hard stroke, widening his stance to invite Peter deeper, his weight braced on his outstretched arms.
Mindlessly, Peter continued to fuck. Aware of the other man’s cock pistoning into the brown silk counterpane, dripping with pre-cum, as big and hard as Peter had anticipated. He felt his own climax approach, increased the speed of his thrusts until the smack of his flesh against Lord Beecham’s sounded almost as loud as their combined groans.
His seed traveled up his shaft and he came deep inside. He liked the thought of the other man filled with his come, feeling him for days afterwards. A constant reminder of the coarse act he had made Peter commit.
After he caught his breath, Peter withdrew and re-buttoned his breeches. He hardly spared a glance for the naked figure sprawled on the bed. With shaking fingers he took out his leather purse and opened it. He threw two gold sovereigns onto the counterpane.
“That’s for the rest of your time. I can’t say it has been a pleasure.”
Lord Beecham’s long fingers closed around the coins and he rolled over to face Peter.
“Damn you, Mr. Howard.”
Peter bowed. “And damn you too, sir, for making me behave like an animal.”
Oh! Almost forgot! Anyone who comments today might win a copy!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Posted by Kate Pearce at 11:04 PM