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Devil in Dukeâs Clothing, an erotic historical romance by Nina Mason, tells the story of an innocent bride's struggles to adapt to her new husbandâs eccentric erotic tastes amidst the instability and hedonism of the reign of Charles II. The book is the latest by Nina Mason, the author of The Queen of Swords and The Tin Man. Book One in the Royal Pains Trilogy, Devil in Duke's Clothing is highly erotic and features scenes of voyeurism, bondage, flagellation, and a voyeuristic menage.
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Here's an excerpt:
The duke pushed the sleeves off her shoulders and halfway down her arms before about-facing her. Stooping, he pressed his mouth to her dÃ©colletage.
His lips were deliciously warm and moist against the bulging tops of her flattened bosoms. His hair tickled her flesh in a pleasing sort of way and smelled faintly of lavender.
He moved upward, kissing her collarbone, her throat, the side of her neck, and her earlobe. After blowing in her ear, he whispered in a voice like velvet, âWhy did you marry me, knowing what you knew?â
A hot lump formed at her core. âBecause.â
He ran his tongue around the folds of her ear, sending delicious shivers through her. âBecause why?â
âBecause you are a duke.â Mouth suddenly parched, she licked her lips.
âAnd you dreamed of being a duchess?â
âI would prefer not to say.â
âBecause it will make me sound small and petty.â
His tongueâs explorations undermined her concentration. âNow I really must know.â
She heaved a sigh of surrender. âSurvival, â she said, forcing the half-truth from her throat. âSince you insist upon an answer, I married you because you asked me toâ¦and I had nowhere else to turn for protection.â
His mouth returned to her neck and proceeded to kiss, lick, and nip her flesh, turning her insides to syrup.
âThank you,â he said betwixt kisses.
Guilt crushed her chest like a boulder. Yes, sheâd married him to gain security, but she'd left out the part about lusting after him deep in her heart. She moved away, removed the full-sleeved bodice, and laid it over the bench at the foot of the bed.
He came up behind her, slipped his arms around her waist, and kissed the back of her neck, setting her aflame.
She spun in his embrace and looked at him. His dark hair tumbled in soft waves over his broad shoulders. His features were shadowed, making him look dangerous. The need sheâd stuffed down for so long erupted from her core, thick and molten.
Bringing his mouth to hers, he kissed and nibbled her lips as his hands untied the strings of her petticoat. It billowed to the floor, leaving her in only her fancy wedding stays and shift. âNow, âtis my turn.â
Stepping back a wee ways, she pulled the diamond stick-pin from his cravat, loosened the knot, and unfurled the long strip of linen encircling his neck. Was it the same one heâd used to tie the maidâs hands?
âWhy did you dismiss Mistress Honeywell?â she asked, letting his neck cloth slip from her fingers to the floor.
His beguiling mouth hitched into a crooked grin. âHad I known youâd seen me swive her, I could have saved myself the troubleâand a few sovereigns.â
âIâm sorry for your trouble, but do not regret her loss. Truth be known, I never liked herâthough I do not doubt part of my aversion stemmed from what I witnessed.â
He lifted her chin, pulling her gaze to his. âWere you jealous, Rosebud?â
âNot at the time, but afterward, I resented her relationship with you.â
âThere was no relationship. âTwas merely a one off.â
Unsure what to say in response, she unbuttoned his collar, opened the front of his shirt, and slipped both hands inside. As her fingertips met the warm, hair-garnished flesh of his chest, she nearly swooned.
How many times she had fantasized about touching him in this way. How much better he felt in real lifeâa pleasing quilt of smooth skin, solid bone and muscle, wiry hairs, and petal soft nipples. She pinched one until it grew erect.
âYou feel good, husbandâ she said. âYou are well put together.â
âIt gets better.â He laughed.
âI know.â She blushed at the memory. âI saw everything you own that day in Mrs. McQueenâs closet.â
âAnd you married me anyway?â
âOh, no. I married you because of it.â
The smile he gave her warmed her all the way down to her toes.
She swept her hands downward, shuddering when they touched the tartan draped around his hips. The wool was finely woven, soft. She brushed the apron, pleased to find he was aroused. So was she. Mightily.
Since that day in the closet, sheâd pictured his hard phallus a thousand timesâin her hand, her mouth, and her cunny, and now âtwas at last within grasp. She bent to unbuckle the belt circumnavigating his hips, but, changing her mind, reached underneath the curtain of plaid instead.
He sucked in a breath as she ran her hands up the backs of his thighs. They felt exactly as sheâd dreamed they would. Lean, hard, and flocked in bristly hair. Would his phallus feel the way sheâd imagined, too?
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Here's a wee bit about the author:
She has two books out at present: The Queen of Swords, a darkly erotic Scottish paranormal romance/urban fantasy, and The Tin Man, a political thriller.
Ms. Mason is currently at work on two new series': an erotic historical trilogy titled Royal Pains and a four-part erotic paranormal/fantasy series titled The Knights of Avalon. Devil in Duke's Clothing is book one in Royal Pains. Starry Knight, book one in the Knights of Avalon will be released on August 4, 2015 by Lyrical/Kensington>
When not writing, she works as a communications consultant, doll maker, and home-stager. Born and raised in Orange County, California, Ms. Mason currently lives with her husband, teenage daughter, two rescue cats, and a Westie named Robert just north of Atlanta, Georgia.
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Nina Mason's website
Amazon Author's Page
Nina Mason's Blog