Ok, here we go!

This one is a bit steamy!

'Aye,' He said thickly, and he jerked her skirt up to her waist, his gaze riveted on her. 'Ye wear a string. A string with lace an' beads.'

C whispered 'Please.'

He edged his thumb slowly over one distended lip, then down the other one.  C bucked as his thumb traced the swollen outline of her clitoris. She gave in and came, bursting into a thousand pieces, crying out in anguish, pleasure, ecstasy.

And then she felt his tongue probing her there.

The delicious and agonizing pressure renewed itself with stunning force, as his strong tongue tasted her, stroked her, circling her.  It had been so long-and never like this!  She broke apart again, weeping, moaning, flayed by his tongue, again and again, crying out in part pleasure, part pain.  He did not stop, testing her threshold, pressing into her again, causing an even greater, more violent orgasm. C sobbed and his tongue finally stilled.  She panted and breathed and finally she floated back to the bed.

Is this Kiss of the Highlander?

Nope.

This is a paranormal that was published in 07.

The string thing has confused/intrigued me...I have no clue who it is though! :)

I figure it's a time travel, but I dunno which

It sounds vaguely familiar - Karen Marie Moning?

This is going to pick up from the middle of a paragraph.  Here goes!

C had read all about codpieces but had never seen one-and she had never expected to see on a six-foot-three or four-inch walking billboard for manhood.

She stared at the bulging laced-up pouch of fabric attached to his hose, then knew she flushed.  She turned away, but not before the Englishman gave her an inviting smile.  That attire was shocking and indecent on a man built like that.  Women in her time would go nuts for it and him-for all of them!

'So now ye like the Englishmen?' M asked dangerously.

Was he jealous? she took one quick look at him and saw that he was irate.  She remained too shaken form the morning to be even slightly pleased. 'This is a monastery?'  She was entirely disbelieving.

Here are some more hints:

C is taken back to 1427.

First book in a series.

By a historical romance writer (I don’t think that she had dabbled in paranormal before this).

I don't think I've read it, but it sounds good

Is it one of the Brenda Joyce series??

I know I haven't read it, but it does sound good.

Yes it's Brenda Joyce! 

Now what title?

Dark Seduction?

Ding! Ding! Ding!

We have a winner!  Dawn got it!

Let Janet G go next since she got the author, which is how I got the title (I have that book on Mt TBR, btw).

Here's a bit from the first part of the book, the author only writes historicals as far as I know...................  

His mouth went dry as she walked across the room toward him. As she passed in front of the fire, her body was outlined through the fine silk, displaying her long legs and her lush breasts. He picked up his wine and drained it. Lord have mercy upon him; how would he curb the rampant desire he was feeling? 

He rose to his feet, looming above her, dwarfing her. "Do you know what a man looks like; how he is fashioned?"
"Not a naked man, my lord." Suddenly, inexplicably she was wildly curious.
He took a deep breath. "Then it is high time that you learned." He sat down in the chair and lifted her onto his lap.
 

As she sat unmoving, H prompted, "Are you not curious?"   "Yes, my lord," she admitted innocently.
"Then I suggest you explore me."
 

She looked into his eyes to see if he meant it. He did. Slowly, her hand came up to his chest and peeled back the black velvet. She tried to fight the feeling of excitement that rose up inside her. She looked down with wide-eyed curiosity as his shaft became fully erect. His size surprised her. "Do all men grow this big?" she asked in wonder. He felt his balls tighten. He had never considered the question. "More or less, I suppose."

This sounds so familiar- it's not The Education of Mrs. Brimley, is it?

No Rose:) Here's another sampling & the story is set in Scotland.......

She panted, overcome with the raw carnality of her first orgasmic experience. She unwound her legs from about his torso and slipped down on her knees between his hard thighs. Then she was kissing and tonguing the object of her adoration that had barought her such untold pleasure.

"Sweet, you don't have to do that."
She stopped, mid-kiss, to murmer, "I must."
He groaned and gave in to her. She opened her mouth and took him inside the hot, wet cave.

After her wild exertions, he held her possessively. Because she had tasted him, he now craved the taste of her on his own tongue. But he wanted her to see him make love to her with his mouth. So once again he carried her to the mirror and set her down before it.

He began to whisper. "I want to show you how to touch yourself. When I'm away from you and the night is long, I want you to know how to pleasure yourself."
"H, I can't," she whispered, shocked.

He nuzzled her neck. "Repeat after me, I will and I shall!"

A year and a Day, Virginia Henley...I love this book.

You got it Christine!!! I loved it too and most of her older books:)

I've never heard of that one, but I think I must have it!!

Do I get to post a passage now? lol if so it's below

As she stared up at him, her great eyes were limpid with fear and perplexity. She could not divine what would happen to her; she knew only that the silver gaze of X might be the last thing she ever saw. He was very close to her now, the pressure of his blade against the White column of her arched throat causing her the most terrible fear she had ever known. Her breasts heaved and her bodice was darkly wet with the rain and the perspiration that had soaked through the thin cambric of her blouse. Her arms were at her sides, palms splayed on the rough gray stone behind her.

The crowd had stifled a horrified gasp at Y'S defeat and now held its breath with expectant terror. No one moved, least of all Y, as she stared up into X's inscrutable face. Eternity seemed suspended in the pale, sallow dawn.

X's voice, when he finally spoke was unperturbed. "I shall now extract my satisfaction, my lady." The words sent a tremor through the crowd. Lady E gasped and fainted. Her Husband caught his wife in his strong arms, then turned her care over to several waiting women. His gaze remained fixed upon X. He had no choice in this matter. He could no more allow his daughter to come to harm than he could have fought her battle. Honor be damned, he thought determinedly. If X drew so much as one drop of blood from the tender body of his beloved daughter, he would kill him.

"My satisfaction is this," X said, his voice so soft that the assembly had to strain to hear. it. Their attention was riveted upon him, but he seemed not to notice. His own aspect, the full force of his powerful presence, was fixed on the brave and beautiful creature whom he now held fixed at the point of his blade. Seconds passed. "I demand that, for the period of one year, you agree to be my consort-my companion. That in all things you be my subjugate and that you give to me your support, service, and obeisance. And that you forbear all this with absolute equanimity, sufferance, and restraint."

*****

Please Note: Only the title of this story needs to be guessed since I don't know the Author myself. It is a wonderful story though and this is one of my favorite parts.

I know I haven't read that one, but it sounds good.

It does sound good, but how can you not know the author's name?

For some reason it was reminding me of Marsha Canham.

Susan, I hope you're right. I have a bunch of hers on my tbr- maybe it's in there! lol