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Welcome to a week of blogging on Long and Short Reviews! I am so happy to be celebrating the release of THE GLADIATOR PRINCE with my favorite friends. I’ll be sharing excerpts from the novel and some articles about life in ancient Rome this week and every day there will be a new prize! Also, keep in mind that every blog site you post on (and every day you post here) throughout the tour, you’re name will be entered into a fabulous contest to win a Kindle with my three Centurion Series novels on it, or a tote filled with wonderful Roman trinkets, or a $100 GC to Amazon! These prizes will be awarded at the end of the tour. I thought we might start out with something a little steamy… so grab a cup of coffee, put your feet up and let’s get the party started!
By Minnette Meador
CHAPTER V EXCERPT (WARNING: ADULT CONTENT)
“I could teach you, you know?” Thane was startled that he said it and even more when she turned around.
Her eyes darted quickly over his body, finally settling for his chin. “What?”
An irresistible thought sparked in Thane’s mind. Perhaps he could teach her something at that. He pulled the flap up between his legs, making certain to do it slowly for her benefit. Phaedra would get a lesson, all right, but not the one she came for.
“I said I could teach you.”
“What makes you think I need lessons in… in…”
“Sex?” He lifted one hand and ran it through his hair, knowing this was going to be very satisfying. “Partly because you cannot even say the word and partly because it is obvious you are still a virgin.”
Her eyes got as big as Persian tiles. “A virgin? Me? Why, I will have you know I was married to the son of a very famous Roman senator. Virgin indeed!”
Thane nodded and rubbed his hands against his thighs. If he thought he could get away with it, he would have turned her over his knee first, but this was better.
“I have heard,” he said quietly. “There is a rumor your husband preferred men to women.”
That very instant all the posturing, all the lies and manipulations dissolved from her face leaving only a mask of stark truth. “You know nothing about my husband.”
A twinge of guilt tugged at Thane’s heart. He had almost betrayed Bahar and had to be more careful, but this beautiful girl was threatening his composure.
Taking in some air, he stared at his upturned palm, wondering if he had the courage to finish this.
“You are right. I know nothing of him. I apologize for my presumption.” He circled around her, making certain he was close enough to almost touch her, expecting her to bolt at any moment. “I think I know a little about you.”
She would not meet his gaze. “I doubt that.”
“You are curious about what you saw here tonight. I can see it in your eyes.” He stopped at her back and lifted a lock of hair into his fingers. “I can smell it from your…”
“Animal!” she spat. “Insanity!”
“You have never been caressed by a man, have you?”
There was a long silence, and Thane thought for a moment that Phaedra would run from the room. Instead, she stood very still, and all pretense left her voice.
“No,” she whispered.
Her back shivered when he laid the hair back down and pushed his fingers through the locks to bring them to his nose. They smelled of the local Briton soap and lavender, which must have put Abella out a fortune. His fingers still laced in her hair, Thane gently pulled her head back and laid it on his chest to look into those dark eyes. She did not resist him. When he took one hand out of her hair and lightly touched the soft skin under her chin, he could feel her tremble all over. It sent waves of desire coursing through his blood. He kept his deep baritone low, quiet to maximize its effect.
“Something happened to you tonight as you watched us.”
“Yes.” Her voice was husky, quiet.
Turning her head to the left, he brushed back the hair and touched the side of her neck. Bumps rose under the pads of his fingers, and she closed her eyes. He brought his nose to the exposed skin under her ear and breathed in her scent. Her skin smelled of wood smoke, the forest and something else that sparked fire in his loin.
Bringing his mouth to her ear, he made sure his lips brushed the tiny shell.
“I can smell your need,” he breathed. A sudden look of guilt tightened her brow and turned down the corners of her mouth. He slid his fingers across her throat and up under her chin. Her skin was as supple as down against his rough hand. “It is nothing to be ashamed of, girl.”
“I know,” she replied. The tremble in her body deepened sending tendrils of heat into his partially engorged erection. Sliding his hand to the other side of her head, he tilted it away from him, exposing more of her neck, and ran his moist lips along the protruding muscle. Yanking her hard against his chest, he made certain she could feel him through her tunic. She tried to move away, but he held her tight.
Kissing up her neck, he took her ear lobe in his mouth and bit it lightly. “Do you wish to learn?”
“I…” Her voice quivered against his fingertips. “P…please,” she said.
Thane let her go, and a moment of disappointment flashed across Phaedra’s face, but she lowered her chin almost to her chest. He sat on the bench and lifted a hand to her. “Come here,” he said gently.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Somewhere between thirty and dust...red hair, blue eyes...six kids, one slightly used husband, and any number of pets from time to time... wanttabe hippy... wanttheirmoney yuppie...pro musician and actress for 20 Years... native Oregonian... lover of music, beauty, and all things green. Willing slave to the venerable muse. Minnette currently resides in Portland, Oregon with her husband, having replaced the children with one dog. The dog, Pierre, pretty much runs the show.