Happy Valentines Day!
Thanks for having me here, Romance Junkies! If you’ve been following my 50day/50blog VEXING THE VISOUNT Tour for a while, you’ll want to “favorite” this site. If you’re new to my tour, welcome! Let me introduce myself.
I’m Emily Bryan and I write light-hearted, sexy historicals for Leisure Books—and these days, who can’t use some light-hearted sexy fun?
VEXING THE VISCOUNT is the story of Daisy Drake, a well-born miss who masquerades as Blanche La Tour, a courtesan, in order to convince Lucian (the aforementioned vexed viscount!) to allow her to help him with his search for an ancient Roman treasure. Love is always a dance of deception, whether it’s 2009 or 1731 and VEXING THE VISCOUNT is no exception. It’s a complicated love story, full of mistaken identities and a good deal of dependence on a very naughty woman of pleasure’s memoirs, but eventually, Daisy and Lucian become lovers in truth.
Here’s a little taste:
Excerpt from Vexing the Viscount
As Lucian went to fetch a towel, he heard Daisy rise from the bath behind him, the water tinkling merrily as it sloughed off her body.
Daisy, naked and roused and dripping wet. It was the stuff of his dreams.
He turned and found her standing beside the tub with her back to him. He was only disappointed for a moment before he began admiring the slope of her shoulders, the delicate indentation of her spine, and the curve of her bottom. His mouth went dry.
For a moment, he imagined Daisy in one of the poses from the Roman mosaic, bent double, grasping her own ankles, all her vulnerable parts open to him.
Spread for him.
He swallowed hard. If it was possible for a man to die of an erection, he might as well turn up his toes now.
She lifted her arms and peered over her shoulder at him with an impish grin. “Are you coming or do you intend for me to drip dry?”
Reluctantly, he brought the cloth.
“This is a great deal too much fabric for the subject at hand,” he said as he wrapped it around her form.
She tucked the corners over her bosom and turned to him. The soft cloth covered her from breast to knee, but the sight of her bare calves and naked feet was still almost unbearably erotic.
“You look like some exotic princess, escaping from a Turkish bath, all flushed and rosy,” he said.
“If I was, no doubt I’d have a band of frantic eunuchs at my heels,” she said with a laugh.
He smiled. “And the pasha would be after you, too, if you tried to get away.”
Lucian pulled her close, all traces of merriment suddenly gone. “I certainly would if you thought to elude me.”
“No danger of that, my sultan.” She eased herself away from him. “Now, sir, if you’ll stand perfectly still,” she said as she started to unbutton his waistcoat. “I will try my hand at undressing a man.”
Her hands trembled a bit on the last button. He caught them up and brought them to his lips for a quick kiss.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “There’s no way you can make a mistake.”
“On the contrary, society would say we are making a huge mistake. Or it would say I am, at least.” She gently pulled her hands away from his and eased his dimity waistcoat off his shoulders. “I’ve a feeling this would be much easier if I were still playing at being a courtesan.”
“But it wouldn’t be real,” Lucian said.
“And you want it to be real?”
“Yes, Daisy.” He kissed her softly, then rested his cheek against hers and inhaled the fresh, clean scent of her skin. “What we’re doing is as real as it gets between a man and woman. And I want you. Not a courtesan.”
Her lips turned up in a slow smile. “That doesn’t mean I can’t put what I’ve learned from Mme. La Tour into practice, does it?”
“Not if you care for me in the slightest,” he said fervently.
She stood on tiptoe to kiss him and gave him a quick nip on his lower lip. “I assure you, sir, there is nothing the least slight in the way I care for you.”
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If you’d like to learn more about VEXING THE VISCOUNT, which is due in the bookstores on February 24th, please visit http://www.emilybryan.com !
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Wishing you love,