Title: Seducing Anne
Author: Chanse Lowell
Release date: November 22nd, 2013
Genre: Erotic Historical Romance
Tour: Irresistible Reads Book Tours
Book Description:
Symptoms of time travel are never fun—ask Guy Moore. He just returned,
and now he's being thrown back in time. His assignment? To impregnate Anne
Boleyn. As an agent of SHROAG, he's completed more assignments than any other
agent, and is ready to retire. Too bad Elizabeth I needs to be born to preserve
history, and his DNA is the only one to do it. How will Guy seduce Anne, the
woman who kept Henry VIII at arm's length for over seven years? And how will he
keep from falling for her in his efforts?
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18513819-seducing-anne?ac=1
Book Excerpt
“What say you? Have we an agreement?”
“I suppose we do,” she said, her eyes widening. “Will you be in attendance
at supper and sit by me?”
“We never agreed to where I would be placed.” He leaned in, rubbed his
cheek against hers and whispered in her ear, “You want to barter for that as
well?”
“You have a requirement for everything,” she said with a groan.
“And you are in my private chambers, even though you said that would not
take place until one of us had capitulated and kissed the other. Are you ready
to snap already? Did you come here for a kiss?” He blew across her ear.
“It will not be I that fails—but you.”
“And yet you plead for me to sit with you and dote on you and be at your
table, at your side.” He stepped away and gave her a measured look.
“Never think I am here for you. It is always about the king and how to
advance myself in his favor.”
His hand lashed out, and he gripped her wrist. “If that is the case, then
you have no need of me.” His thumb stroked circles on her wrist. “You have a
magic all your own and are most becoming in this color.”
“You like red?” Her voice shook again, though her face was impassive.
“On you—I think I shall like anything at all, but even more so, if your
dress is puddled at your feet, good lady.”
Her breathing stopped, and she closed her eyes while her jaw tightened once
more. “Why did I ever ask for your assistance? You are a fiend.”
“Yes—you have that effect on me.” His hand flew, and swaaaat!
His hand stung a little from smacking her right ass cheek.
“You dare to hit me?” Her eyes went dark and heavy.
“You deserved a spanking, little lavender. I would give you more, but it
seems I am to go in search of fresh clothing so I will meet with your approval
and become a worthy adversary of the king.”
She fought off a smile.
So, he did it again.
Swaaaat!
The opposite cheek was struck.
She went up on tiptoes and swayed in spot like she was drunk.
“Who needs a kiss when I have this?” He held up his palm in front of her
face.
She moaned, and then out of nowhere, raised her hand as if she was going to
strike him, but instead, she cupped the back of his neck and pulled his face to
hers. Her breath pelted his mouth, and her lips were barely an inch away from
his. “A brute? You think I am impressed by that? Apparently you have not seen
how the king paws at my duckies and—”
“Oh God—he really calls your breasts that?” He rolled his eyes, and his
teeth clacked together.
“Yes, he does. What do you call them?”
“Tits.” He ran a hand down the side of her right breast, ghosting over her
ribs. “Beautiful, round, desirous tits—I would savor on my tongue, and will,
the moment you come to my room again and kiss me.” She released the back of his
neck.
“That will happen the day I spank you back.” She pursed her lips, pivoted
on her right foot and approached the door.
In two long strides, he was up against her, trapping her at the door. He
cupped her chin and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “I will be there
tonight—for you. Not for him. And I will touch you. If you do not want me to do
that, then I will not be there.”
She sucked in some air, and her gaze went up to the ceiling.
“Lavender lady—do you want me there? Do you want me to touch you in front of
the king and everyone else?”
She remained mute and stoic.
“When you make a decision, find me. I will await your answer.” He dropped
his grip, releasing her chin.
About the Author:
Chanse grew up
in the desert southwest and still lives there with her husband, children, and
pet cactus. She’s addicted to three things: reading erotica, writing erotica
and sandwiches with a side of erotica to aid with digestion. She grew up
watching programs with science fiction and historical fiction themes, and is
determined she can combine her three favorite genres, creating a new breed of
novel with scifi, historical and smut sandwiched in the middle.
The last thing she ever thought she’d do was pursue her dream to be a writer since her family tends to keep her busy. When she was introduced to fan fiction, she realized she wanted to see more science fiction and historical fiction to fill in the gap with lots of naughtiness thrown in, of course. Her true passion is creating her own worlds from scratch, letting her imagination go and take her to another place.
The last thing she ever thought she’d do was pursue her dream to be a writer since her family tends to keep her busy. When she was introduced to fan fiction, she realized she wanted to see more science fiction and historical fiction to fill in the gap with lots of naughtiness thrown in, of course. Her true passion is creating her own worlds from scratch, letting her imagination go and take her to another place.
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