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I'm bringing it back!
Setting: England, 1830
"I think you are like a truffle."
"Thank you for comparing me to a mushroom," she said, unfolding her arms and moving to step the other way.
He put his hand on her other shoulder to keep her where she was, and his laughter blew warm breath against the side of her face. "Not the vegetable," he said, and kissed her cheek. "A chocolate truffle. A concoction of soft, sweet, delicious things hidden inside a hard, paperboard box."
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I am horrible at these games! lol but I always end up with more books to buy afterwards. I can see Loretta Chase writing it but I just read Lord of Scoundrels and don't recall an exchange like that. Perhaps Victoria Alexander?
Hmm no i don't think so i haven't read her for along time. I remember because the hero tend to compare her to fruits. Uhm, maybe Simply Magic by Mary Balogh?
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Haha, okay here are some more clues.
The hero is titled, the heroine is not.
The heroine is a bluestocking and not considered beautiful. She is also well-traveled.
The heroine is an only child and the hero has a sister, who also gets her own book.
Also, it's not any of the aforementioned guesses.
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Okay, since we just had a historical, here's a contemporary. This is a steamy scene, but funny too. Two favorites in one!
WARNING: SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SCENE FOLLOWS! Do not read if you only like Lynn Kurland. ;-)
She moaned again, digging her nails into him in an effort to control tht wild rush. He cursed, the words low and shaky with delight. Putting his hand on her bare bottom, he pulled her to the edge of the counter, positioning her so that every thrust ground him against her exposed, straining little sexual nub. It was what he had done before, and she had no more defense against it than she'd had the first time.
He began thrusting heavily into her, pounding toward orgasm. She felt on fire, arching helplessly to meet his hips, the ecstatic tension in her loins coiling violently, out of control, her body taken over by and intent on this swelling, ungovernable pleasure.
The door creaked as it began to open.
Y moved like lightning, slapping his left hand against the door and slamming it shut before it had opened more than a fraction of an inch. "Hey!" a woman squawked indignantly from the other side.
"This one's occupied," he said hoarsely, not missing a beat with his plunging hips. "Go somewhere else." X couldn't say anything. Her eyes widened with alarm, but all she could do was look helplessly up at him.
Y's lips drew back over his teeth and his head dropped forward as he began hammering faster. His face was flushed, satisfactiononly a few moments away.
X shuddered wildly as the coil of tensin suddenly released and the fierce, pulsing flood of sensation swept trhough her. Shivering and pushing hard against him, she buried her face against his chest and bit his shirt to muffle her gasping cries.
He kept his hand flat against the door, gripping her bottom with his right hand to anchor himself. He shoved hard into her, twice, three times, again, then bucked violently. His head fell back and a harsh, gutteral cry rumbled up from his chest.
There was an insistant banging on the door. "What are you doing in there?" the woman said in shrill, grating tones. "That's the lady's room! You aren't supposed to be in there!"
Slowly Y's head came up. The expression in his eyes was indescribable, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. He took a deep breath, and exploded. "Goddamn it, woman!" he roared with furious indignation. "Can't you tell I'm busy?"
X dissolved into laughter.