Here's an excerpt from Love at First Dance.
Setup: As a spy, Sir Colwyn North seduced women by way of erotic dreams. Now, he doesn’t think he can win a woman any other way. He is about to learn otherwise…
Why couldn’t she see his face? Jane’s skin tingled, her entire body vibrated, and she thrashed under those knowing hands, fighting even as she succumbed. “Let me look at you,” she panted. “Let me see!”
“Do you love me?”
“You know I do,” she whispered. “I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t love you. But I must know who you are!”
“I’m your one true love,” he said.
Her true love. That made it entirely right, didn’t it?
“Love me in return, and I shall give you pleasure beyond all imagining.”
She shoved him away. “Not until I see your face!”
“Alas,” he said, his voice receding. “I cannot, until you agree to—”
“No!” She burst into wakefulness, still throbbing.
“Damn.” A tall, dark shape stood near the fireplace. “I beg your pardon, Lady Jane,” he said. “You weren’t supposed to wake.”
Jane sat up on a horrified gasp. The covers were half off; she grabbed them and clutched them to her chest. Her heart drummed wildly. His large form was graceful—strange that even in her fear she should notice that—but his face remained in the shadows.
Jane opened her mouth and closed it again. She should probably scream, but nothing came out. Was she truly awake, or still asleep? She felt awake—but then, these dreams were so vivid, so very real.
“I shall leave you once again to your slumbers.” The intruder backed away.
No! Or rather, yes, he must leave, but not quite yet. “Who are you?” she demanded furiously. “Why are you in my bedchamber?”
“I am an incubus, a purveyor of erotic dreams.” His voice was a velvet caress. Her nether parts thrummed in response.
“What nonsense.” Jane knew she was blushing red as a berry. Fortunately, colors are not visible in the dark. “Come forward. Let me see you!”
He remained where he was. “You did have an erotic dream.” Something about the way he said the word erotic sent golden shivers down her spine and made her toes curl. “Didn’t you?”
“My dreams are none of your business.” She hated the quaver in her voice.
“A pity, because you were having such a good one.” He paused. “Weren’t you?”
Appalled, Jane tried to summon words of denial, but they wouldn’t come.
“I was enjoying it, too,” he said.
How dare he enjoy her…her pleasure. And yet at the thought, her core throbbed even more. “How did you get in here?”
He laughed softly, making her fingers curl as well as her toes. “I’m an incubus. I have my ways.”
How dare he spout such nonsense? She mustn’t allow herself to be so affected by this man. Indignant now, she groped for the tinder box by the bed; she wasn’t blushing anymore, or at least not much, and she had to know his identity. “There’s no such thing as an incubus.”
“Indeed there is. I am living proof.”
“Stop talking nonsense!” she cried, unable to produce a spark. This must be a dream; she could always get a spark in real life. Maybe her fingers were shaking too much.
With a hint of laughter, he added, “I must leave now, but I shall return tomorrow. And tomorrow and tomorrow after that, until you agree to be mine in the flesh, as well as in dreams.” He backed away into the darkness, and with a sharp click, he was gone.
Setup: As a spy, Sir Colwyn North seduced women by way of erotic dreams. Now, he doesn’t think he can win a woman any other way. He is about to learn otherwise…
Why couldn’t she see his face? Jane’s skin tingled, her entire body vibrated, and she thrashed under those knowing hands, fighting even as she succumbed. “Let me look at you,” she panted. “Let me see!”
“Do you love me?”
“You know I do,” she whispered. “I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t love you. But I must know who you are!”
“I’m your one true love,” he said.
Her true love. That made it entirely right, didn’t it?
“Love me in return, and I shall give you pleasure beyond all imagining.”
She shoved him away. “Not until I see your face!”
“Alas,” he said, his voice receding. “I cannot, until you agree to—”
“No!” She burst into wakefulness, still throbbing.
“Damn.” A tall, dark shape stood near the fireplace. “I beg your pardon, Lady Jane,” he said. “You weren’t supposed to wake.”
Jane sat up on a horrified gasp. The covers were half off; she grabbed them and clutched them to her chest. Her heart drummed wildly. His large form was graceful—strange that even in her fear she should notice that—but his face remained in the shadows.
Jane opened her mouth and closed it again. She should probably scream, but nothing came out. Was she truly awake, or still asleep? She felt awake—but then, these dreams were so vivid, so very real.
“I shall leave you once again to your slumbers.” The intruder backed away.
No! Or rather, yes, he must leave, but not quite yet. “Who are you?” she demanded furiously. “Why are you in my bedchamber?”
“I am an incubus, a purveyor of erotic dreams.” His voice was a velvet caress. Her nether parts thrummed in response.
“What nonsense.” Jane knew she was blushing red as a berry. Fortunately, colors are not visible in the dark. “Come forward. Let me see you!”
He remained where he was. “You did have an erotic dream.” Something about the way he said the word erotic sent golden shivers down her spine and made her toes curl. “Didn’t you?”
“My dreams are none of your business.” She hated the quaver in her voice.
“A pity, because you were having such a good one.” He paused. “Weren’t you?”
Appalled, Jane tried to summon words of denial, but they wouldn’t come.
“I was enjoying it, too,” he said.
How dare he enjoy her…her pleasure. And yet at the thought, her core throbbed even more. “How did you get in here?”
He laughed softly, making her fingers curl as well as her toes. “I’m an incubus. I have my ways.”
How dare he spout such nonsense? She mustn’t allow herself to be so affected by this man. Indignant now, she groped for the tinder box by the bed; she wasn’t blushing anymore, or at least not much, and she had to know his identity. “There’s no such thing as an incubus.”
“Indeed there is. I am living proof.”
“Stop talking nonsense!” she cried, unable to produce a spark. This must be a dream; she could always get a spark in real life. Maybe her fingers were shaking too much.
With a hint of laughter, he added, “I must leave now, but I shall return tomorrow. And tomorrow and tomorrow after that, until you agree to be mine in the flesh, as well as in dreams.” He backed away into the darkness, and with a sharp click, he was gone.
