Want to explore sizzling encounters in Regency England? Romance author Emily Murdoch has just launched her campaign for new series Ravishing Regencies, and this exclusive excerpt from the first book in the series, Lost with a Lord, is for this blog’s eyes only. Enjoy!
After accidentally meeting as they wander into a riot on the dockyards of London, Lord George Northmere and Miss Florence Capria take refuge in an abandoned room – and try to ignore the growing passion rising between them . . .
“You saved me,” George said, his voice unsteady. “When I was lost, you found me.”
Florence whetted her lips as she stared up at him, warmth flowing through her body like a sun and parts of her pulsing like the last time they had made love. “I thought I was the one who was lost.”
In a swift movement, he was above her, but not overwhelming or heavy. Resting on his arms, he caressed her hair, tangling his fingers in it – and then loosening them so they can dance closer, and closer to her collarbone, and then lower, until she was closing her eyes and arching her back once more in the hope he would eventually reach his goal.
When he grazed past her nipple through her gown, she could not help but cry out quietly.
“We were both lost then,” came his husky voice, and he lowered himself gently so she could feel the strength of him, the hardness of his body as it longed for her just as she longed for him. “But neither of us are lost anymore.”
“I never want to be again,” Florence gasped, her eyelashes fluttering as that same hand moved down her body, and flickered up her skirt to move beneath. “I never want to be without you again.”
His crushing kiss stopped her mouth, and she responded eagerly, her hands clutching at him, drawing him closer, bringing him down to her. It was impossible not to moan as his hand reached her hips, lifting her, grasping her, and then caressing her once more, the medley of brusque and soft building in a rhythm that made her legs curl around him, keeping him close.
Florence had no idea how he managed it, but in a swift motion her gown was untied, and he wrenched it from her body like a man possessed.
“I have to have you,” he moaned in her ear as his fingers stroked past her breast.
She quivered at his touch and tried to reply, but she had no words, there were no words for this sort of pleasure. Frantic fingers moved to his shirt, but instead of trying each button she wrenched it off, sighing with unadulterated pleasure at the sight of him, at the feel of him as he kissed her once more.
Wave upon wave of sensuality was washing over her now, and Florence could not keep track, his hands and fingers moved so rapidly and so gently and then so strong on her body she thought she could not bear any more – and of course, she must.
She was naked, and so was he, and they were entangled in the bedding and she barely knew where she ended and Lord George Northmere began, and what did it matter because they were of one soul anyway.
“I love you,” she gasped, “please – please, George, this pressure, I cannot stand it – ”
George shuddered as he dropped his mouth to her breast and she cried out, and she did not care who heard her because this was torture, sweet torture, and it had to end and it could never end –
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Emily Murdoch is a historian and writer. Throughout her career so far she has examined a codex and transcribed medieval sermons at the Bodleian Library in Oxford, designed part of an exhibition for the Yorkshire Museum, worked as a researcher for a BBC documentary presented by Ian Hislop, and worked at Polesden Lacey with the National Trust. She has a degree in History and English, and a Masters in Medieval Studies, both from the University of York. Emily has a medieval series, a Regency novella series, and an 1840s Western series published, and is currently working on several new projects.