Good morning! I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend so far.
This past week I had several great guests at my blog. Links to their posts are listed below.
Margo Diamond is scheduled as a guest at the end of this week. Check out the link to Margo’s site under Upcoming Guests.
I hope you have a great week. Thank you for stopping by!
Kate/Saloni
Recent Guests:
April Vine – May 12, 2015
http://kate-hill.com/blog/?p=4934
P.J. MacLayne
http://kate-hill.com/blog/?p=5019
Ann Jacobs
http://kate-hill.com/blog/?p=5002
Rebecca Rivard
http://kate-hill.com/blog/?p=5039
Meredith Bond
http://kate-hill.com/blog/?p=4987
Upcoming Guests
Margo Diamond – Saturday May 30
http://www.margodiamondromance.com/
Excerpt of the Week:
Naked Souls by Kate Hill
(M/F Erotic Fantasy)
“Shall I call a male servant to help you undress?” Crystal asked.
“No need.”
“Would you like a male servant bathe you?”
“Close the door,” he ordered.
She curtsied again and turned to leave.
A strange, wicked sensation swept over him. This bold little maid who had interrupted him needed to be taught a lesson and by the way he’d allowed her to distract him, he needed punishment as well.
“I said close the door, wench, but I didn’t tell you to leave,” he stated.
Crystal’s cheeks colored again and she seemed to stop breathing, her hand curved around the doorknob.
“My Lord?” she asked softly, a tremor in her voice.
“Close the door, then come here. Since you’ve taken it upon yourself to act as my manservant, you will assume all his duties. You will bathe me.”
Not that Typhon’s manservant actually washed him. He preferred to do that in private–until now.
Having her hands glide over his wet body would be a delicious torment, and they both deserved it.
Crystal closed the door and turned to him. Her small breasts heaved and her eyes gleamed in a way he’d never seen before.
“As you wish, My Lord,” she said, her voice just above a whisper.
Typhon walked to a high-backed chair by the fireplace and sat to remove his boots. Crystal approached and Typhon said, “Remove your overdress so that it doesn’t get wet.”
Crystal’s lips parted as she drew another deep breath. Her hands lifted to the simple metal brooches that fastened her overdress. As she removed the brooches, her hands trembled visibly and he wondered if he frightened or aroused her.
Barefoot, Typhon stood and approached. He took her hands and guided them away from the brooches, then he unfastened them. Though he focused on his hands, he felt her gaze upon him and heard her swallow noisily.
She held out her hand and he dropped the brooches onto her palm, then slid her dress down her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her feet and when she bent to pick it up, Typhon stepped behind her, gazing at the gentle curve of her backside in the thin shift. Resisting the urge to grasp her bottom, he occupied his hands with undressing. He tugged off his clothes, still damp with sweat from training, and dropped them on the floor.
When Crystal went to pick up his clothes as well, he said, “Leave them. Come to the bath.”
She dropped her dress beside his shirt and trousers and stepped closer as he sank into the hot water. It soothed his sore muscles. He ducked under the surface, wetting his hair. Then he sat up again, wiping rivulets of water from his face.
“You’re cut,” she said, trailing her fingertips along the back of his left shoulder.
“It can’t be bad. I scarcely felt it.” He closed his eyes and bent his head forward since she had dipped the cloth into the water and began washing the injury.
Her fingertips trailed over the many scars on his back and she asked softly, “Are these all from battles?”
Why did her question take him off guard? After a moment’s pause, he replied coolly, “No.”
Some of the scars were from battles, others from training but most from his father. The old King had been a firm believer in strict discipline for both children and warriors.
Crystal rinsed out the cloth again and ran it across his shoulders. Typhon’s eyes closed for several heartbeats while she swept the cloth over his chest.
Grasping her hand, he guided her to the side of the tub. This time she didn’t look at him but kept her hands focused on his chest which she continued washing for much longer than necessary. Typhon drew a deep breath, relishing the sensations.
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