January 17, 2014

Going Vane on Friday Flames

(The Devil DeVere #5) 
Victoria Vane
Having once lived his life only for larks, laughter, and ladies of easy virtue, Captain Simon Singleton has returned from the war with the colonies a shambles of a man. Now free from six years of captivity, he's still fettered by irrational fears that confine him to a life of seclusion.   
Once the crowning jewel of the most lavish brothel in London, the exotic Salime finds her reputation and livelihood destroyed by a bitter rival. With a closely guarded secret stripped away, Salime fears no man will ever desire her again. Seeking aid from one who once saved her life, Salime accepts a proposition to repay her debt by becoming a companion to his war-scarred friend.  

 Circumstance brings these two damaged souls together; but fate ignites a love story worthy of the Arabian Nights.


He fisted his hands in her silky hair, pleading between ragged breaths, "Please Salime. You must stop."

She slid him from her mouth and squeezed the head of his sex. Although his chest still heaved with the effort of holding back, the urgency abated.

"You need not fight it," she spoke in a sultry whisper. "I wish you to take your pleasure from me."

Suppressing a groan, he closed his hand over hers, freeing it from his phallus. "After all I have said to you, is this all you think I desire? For you to service me like…like a …"

A look of pain flashed in her eyes. "You do not enjoy such pleasures? In my experience it is what all men most desire."

"I am not other men," he growled, "and I don't want you to think of me in that way. I thought… Bloody hell! Am I just like them to you? Do you feel nothing more for me? I need to know, Salime, do you really desire me? Or do you only act out of your obligation to DeVere—"

Although she’d been with many men, none but Simon had ever inspired her desire. How could he not know this? She longed to feel his kisses, to see passion blazing in his eyes as he moved inside her.
She cut him off, bringing his hand to her breast and placing it over her heart. Rising on her toes, she whispered against his lips, "Can you not tell when a woman's desire is real? Do you not feel this beneath your hand? It gallops." She slid their joined hands to the center of her chest. "And my lungs struggle to catch up with my racing heart."

He drew in a sharp breath when she moved still lower, guiding his hand over the plane of her belly… and lower yet, sucking in a breath with a guttural sound, when she stopped at the apex of her thighs. It was a heady thing, how powerfully the simplest touch affected him.

She pressed his palm into her mons. "And this? Do you not feel the wetness weeping from my womanhood? Do you not know this sign? I burn for you, Simon. Only for you."

His grey eyes had grown almost black. Almost instantly he cupped her nape, claiming and branding her with a new urgency she was helpless to resist. His hands were everywhere, mapping her body, caressing her breasts, cupping her arse, sliding between her legs, while mercilessly marauding her mouth. She dug her fingers into his hair, grinding against him with aching loins. The friction of his engorged sex sent shocks of pleasure to her core.

She cried out. He swallowed the sound with his own hoarse moan, lifting her against his tumescent sex. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, and he carried her to her bed, where they tumbled headlong onto it. Limbs tangled, bodies sliding, they reveled in slick friction, and plummeted deeper into pleasure. He rolled on top of her, caging her with his hard and hot body. Bringing one hand between them, he positioned his hard member into her folds, rocking his hips slowly, coating himself in her juices. His cadence increased, his hips thrusting, his thumb circling and massaging her hooded bud. His mouth came down on her neck, sucking and biting, his breath hot and humid on her skin.

 "I want to watch your eyes when I plunge into you, Salime. After that, I want to take you like the heathens and in every conceivable way. Salime… Salime," he murmured her name. Seductive and hypnotic, it fell from his lips. "I've never wanted a woman as I want you."

The symphony of sensation created by his hands, his mouth, his sex against hers, was exquisite. Mind-numbing, but it was still not enough. The emptiness was excruciating, the ache agonizing.
She grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked. "Still so many words? You talk too mu—"
She gasped as he pierced her, impaling himself deeply inside her in one smooth, hard thrust.


Victoria Vane is an award-winning romance novelist and history junkie whose works range from wildly comedic romps to emotionally compelling and intensely erotic romance. Victoria also writes historical fiction as Emery Lee and is the founder of Goodreads Romantic Historical Fiction Lovers and the Romantic Historical Lovers book review blog. Look for Victoria's sexy new contemporary cowboy series coming in summer 2014.

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The Devil You Know (book#3)

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  1. Here's mine for the week, from my latest (unfinished) Dream Series novel...

    I’ve just gotten Matty settled in his new bed, for the third time tonight. We only moved him out of our room and his crib, into his own room and a brand-new bed, two weeks ago. He’s getting a little better every day – the first night, he got up every hour. Now, it only takes a few false starts, but once he’s actually asleep, he stays that way through the night.

    I climb into bed, and just a moment later I hear footsteps – Brian’s back from taking Chrissy out for her nightly walk. Even though we have a fenced-off yard now, she still wants to be walked at night. We tried reasoning with her, and then bribing her with treats, but nothing worked. So one of us takes her out every night right before bedtime.

    Brian’s standing in the doorway, his hand on the lock. He looks at me, and I know exactly what he’s asking. I just nod, and I don’t feel a thing as he turns the lock and I hear it click very loudly into place. There was a time when that would have bothered me – terrified me – after my night in jail, five years ago. But it was five years ago, and firmly in my past.

    Now, I appreciate just how secure the lock on our bedroom door is – it’s the one lock in the whole house we replaced when we moved in, exactly for nights like this. We’ve been taking full advantage of the fact that our bedroom finally belongs solely to us.

    Brian comes over to the bed, climbs in next to me, takes me in his arms. He’s looking right into my eyes – into my soul – the way only he can, and our lips meet…

    …we break apart, catching our breath. I don’t know how or when it happened, but he’s pulling his hands out from under my pajama top, and my pajama bottom – and my panties – are around my ankles. My hands are knotted in his hair. And he’s still looking straight into me. I’m looking right back – as if there were anything else in the world I’d want to look at.

    He rolls on top of me, and I hear his breath becoming shallower. I know his heart is beating faster, in time with mine. He kisses me, and I feel his hands on my thighs, parting them, and just that touch almost sends me over the edge. How does he still do that to me, after fourteen years?

    The same way I do it to him; my hand wanders down to find him, and he’s as close to the edge as I am; he gasps at the slightest touch of my finger. He kisses me, and again, and again. I pull him closer, hold him tighter to me, and all thought disappears. All I have is feelings, sensations as we lose ourselves, going over the edge together.

    No link yet, but here's a link to the previous books: http://getBook.at/BoxOfDreams

  2. Thanks so much for featuring Jewel of the East!
    Warmest regards,
    Victoria Vane

  3. Ooooohhh...I like. Must add to TBR! :)


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