Today
on First Kiss Friday, we welcome Sandra Masters and an excerpt from her Historical
Romance novel, “One Night With a Duke,” the fifth book in her Duke series.
Reclusive, cold as
ice, the politically powerful Raven, Duke of Ravensmere, denies love after the
tragic deaths of his duchess and baby. He is bound by his vow never to allow
love to enter his heart again. Samantha Winston permits him to seek refuge in
her carriage in a time of need, and what started as a kiss in the name of
safety, becomes something more pleasurable and not so safe after all. In spite
of every caution, his interest escalates into unexpected desire.
First Kiss Excerpt
The distraction had Raven cling to the walls that shadowed
him. Raven moved carefully to the end of the alleyway to round the corner of
Langham Place and another corner to Regent Street, which held a more fashionable
row of homes. A few meters down the pavement, through the muddle, he spotted a
carriage with lanterns lit. The street seemed deserted, but the men’s clamors a
short distance behind sounded in the night hour. The desolate area offered a
perfect opportunity for them to do damage if they caught up with him.
Raven cat-footed his way to the coach aware the coach driver
stepped down to steady the horses. With the driver occupied, he opened the
door, entered the carriage, closed it, and dropped on the brocade seat. A well-dressed
woman seated there gasped. She held her reticule high, poised to strike him.
He gripped her arm. “Bravo,” he whispered, a grin curling
his lips. Nonetheless, he kept his voice low to allay her fear. “I’m a
gentleman in dire straits whose life is in danger. May I share your company for
a moment? I will not harm you.” He removed his top hat, placed it and his cane
on the shadowed opposite seat.
“You frightened me with your abrupt presence. Pray tell,
sir, what are your intentions?”
Outside the coach driver’s voice pierced, “Git away,
rowdies, or I’ll take my whip to ye. No need for trouble if ye leave.” One of
the louts climbed on the conveyance, and it swayed.
Raven slid closer to the woman. She didn’t move, so he
embraced her and placed his cheek against hers. “If you scream or shout, our
lives will be in jeopardy.” He bent his head to capture the woman’s lips,
pressing her against the seat. Raven sampled the sweet mint taste of her mouth.
Her lemon fragrance pleased his senses, a rare combination of forbidden
pleasure and danger that caused his groin to ache. He lingered in enjoyment. True,
his lips held the kiss longer than the moment required. What started as a kiss
in the name of safety became something more pleasurable—and not safe at all.
Raven placed his gloved finger to his mouth. “Shush.” The
brunt of her shoe connected to his shin, and he held back the profane words he
wished to say. “Place your arms around me now. Perhaps if we pretend to be
lovers, they will leave us alone,” he whispered. He paused and spoke a word a
duke would never utter. “Please.”
Her arms encircled him as she dropped her reticule to the
floor. His broad back shielded her from outside harm should anyone attempt to
enter. Her generous breasts against his chest had his blood surging through his
veins until the sensation settled uncomfortably in his loins—a long ago
forgotten desire. The naiveté in her kiss reminded him how jaded and bored he’d
become. A delicious awareness invaded and reeled his senses. The touch of her
hands to his hair tingled his scalp. Damnation, her fingers were magical. A
purring moan escaped through her racing breath.
The ruffian peered through the curtained window and
chuckled. “No one here ’cept some clod with his doxy,” the mob spokesman
shouted and he jumped to the pavement. “Let’s move on to better pickin’s.” They
surged away down the street.
Raven’s heartbeat pulsed at his temples, not from fear, but
from potent desire. He broke the kiss for a moment and moved his body a
whisper-breath away to better study her. He savored all he saw, as did his male
parts. He moistened his suddenly dry lips. “I don’t hear voices, but it would
be best to wait to make sure the mob has gone, my lady. Nor do I want to
attract attention to your coach by my departure. It could place you in danger.”
“I’m sure it’s best to be cautious,” she said. “However, you
should be aware, I don’t usually entertain strange men in my carriage. The
driver has held the horses against the ruffians and the commotion. Explain
yourself, or I will summon help.”
“My boot sheaths my knife, and my cane is also a sword. Have
no fear. I would have kept you safe.”
She arched one brow in a challenge, and simply held his
gaze. Her devastating smile ensnared him. “And who will protect me from you,
sir, and the marvel of your rakish kisses?”
“Dear lady, I would guess we’d protect each other. The magic
of your hands fingering my hair must have presented quite a lover’s sight.
Wherever did you—”
“I read it in a penny novel. I presume it sufficed? I have
limited experience in that regard.”
“Indeed.”
His grin contradicted his serious tone.
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Thank you Sandra for sharing the first kiss between Raven and Samantha. Can't wait to read the book!
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