I feel bad that I didn’t get this posted when it released last week, because this is Gia’s first book release ever, and it’s such a fun book. I hope you’ll give this new author a try!
Lord Demon’s Delight
© 2007 Gia Dawn
Available Now from Samhain Publishing
Lady Jessaline Nolan is as stubborn as her fiery red hair implies; thwarting her father’s wishes every chance she gets. The day of her impending forced marriage proves no exception. She swears she would rather marry a Demon of Dunmore than the man her father has chosen.
Lord Llewellyn Dunmore is happily unwed, as the men in his lineage have remained for generations. It’s become a family tradition. But he is drawn to the beautiful damsel in distress and agrees to save her on one condition—that she willingly succumb to his every sensual demand. To his utter surprise, she agrees.
While Jessaline’s father schemes to bring her back by any means necessary, Jessaline and Llewellyn spend their nights in decadent delight and three rather cranky fairy-godmothers lend their magical help to the lovers.
Darker secrets lurk, however, as well as a shadowy past that Jessaline is unaware of. Can the new love between Jessaline and Llewellyn survive when confronted with hidden truths?
First book in the Demons of Dunmore Series
Enjoy the following excerpt for Lord Demon’s Delight:
“You did what?” The two Dunmore brothers shook their heads in disbelief.
“Dunmores do not marry,” stated Allard. He had been born only a few days later than Llew, but had black hair and blue eyes like his Pictish mother.
“Dunmores never marry!” added Graham, who was just a few months younger than Allard. Bastards, the lot of them, just like their father, and his father before him, and so forth and so on.
“‘Tis in the rules.”
“What rules?” Llew demanded, more irritated than he cared to admit. “There are no damned rules!”
He plopped himself in his favorite chair by the hearth and stared at the dying fire. He downed another glass of ale in the hopes it would soothe his aching balls, before realizing there was not enough ale in the world to calm his wayward cock.
“And a Nolan, to boot.” Allard propped his feet on the long wooden table, knocking an empty plate to the floor. None of them bothered to pick it up.
“Did you bed her yet?” Graham picked up a half-eaten round of cheese and sniffed suspiciously before biting off a chunk.
“What do you think?” Allard said with a laugh. “Do you see the size of his prick? I’ll bet ‘tis been that way all day.”
“Can a man actually die of a permanent stiff?” Graham seemed entirely too amused. “We’ll bury him six feet down, and still be seein’ that mighty wanker sticking out from the dirt.”
“I don’t intend to bed her,” Llew said calmly.
The other two stared at him in absolute horror.
“Have you lost your mind?” Graham shook his shaggy blonde head in amazement. His mother had been a noblewoman of Northern blood.
Allard’s face grew serious. “Not to mention the fact that if you don’t bed her, her family will be wantin’ her back. There’s quite a sum of gold in that dowry chest of hers.”
“And quite a sum of treasure in between her pretty thighs.”
Llew gave Graham a quelling glare. “Her thighs are none of your business, brother,” he warned.
“No, but if her family decides to take her back by force, you’ll need all the help you can get. I have to have some reason to put my life on the line.”
Llew slumped even farther down in his chair. “I don’t plan to bed her, and I don’t intend to give her back.”
Allard snorted, finally setting down the book he’d been trying to read. “So what do you plan to do with her? If you’re giving her away, I’ll be more than willing to take her.”
“That’s what brothers are for,” Graham agreed. “Share and share alike. Just like the old days.”
Llew had had enough. “If her family comes, I’ll just pretend to have topped her.”
Both his brothers howled gleefully.
“They will have to accept the marriage. Then I’ll buy her a nice estate in the country and be done with it. She’s terrified of them,” he added. “No matter what, I will protect her—and both of you will help me.” The last was not a request. No matter how close their ages, Llew was still the eldest and his word was law.
When Graham stomped on a roach that scuttled across the floor, Llew looked around the dingy hall, noticing for the first time how dirty it had become. He hadn’t spent much time at home these past few years, he and his brothers had been too busy whoring all over the countryside. They had reputations to live up to, after all.
He thought of the chamber upstairs and wondered how he could have left Jessaline alone with the unused bed and tattered linens. Then they all heard the unmistakable sound of his new wife’s voice, demanding that the room be cleaned and fresh water heated for her bath.
“Red hair,” Allard commented.
“Should’ve known better,” Graham agreed as a pile of stale straw was thrown down the stairs. He yawned and scratched his crotch. “Time for me to head to town, brother. I, at least, plan to get my cock some relief.”
“Sleep well, Llew.” Allard rose to follow Graham. “You’ll probably have to take matters into your own hand before this night is through.”
“Not if I can help it,” Llew muttered under his breath. He did have plans for his lady wife, even if he didn’t top her. There were other ways a man and woman could find pleasure with each other. Other ways to make her scream. Other ways to ease his need. And if she didn’t want to play, he had an easy way out of their bargain. He would push her and see how far he got.
He listened as the servants grumbled and complained, but not one of them spoke out of turn, and Llew was happy to know they did whatever Jess commanded. When the work was finally finished and the manor quiet again, Llew took himself upstairs and knocked on their bedchamber door.
Jess answered, her hair loose and long about her shoulders, damp from her recent bath. She smelled of cinnamon and honey and her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the water. Llew felt his cock start to stir again.
“Come in.” She stepped aside as Llew strode into the room. He was amazed at the transformation. The floor had been swept, the tapestries dusted and clean linens were spread over the newly stuffed bed. The tub of water still steamed in one corner.
“Do you feel better?” He smiled when she nodded, noticing she had put back on his mother’s gown. “I will have the seamstress come tomorrow and make you some new clothes. I’m sorry I had nothing here for you to wear.”
“I’m glad you did not. I wouldn’t like to wear a gown some other woman of yours had worn before.” She looked at him through her lashes as if gauging his response.
Llew chuckled and slipped an arm around her waist. She tensed, but did not pull away.
“Perhaps, my lord, you would care to bathe? The water is still hot.”
“Do I smell that bad?” He sniffed his armpit and realized he did. He pulled off his shirt and tugged at the lacings of his breeches, watching Jessaline for any sign of reaction. Her beautiful green eyes strayed over his chest and arms, finally resting on the still growing bulge on his groin.
Smiling wickedly, he tugged his breeches off his hips and let them fall to the floor. Jess nipped her bottom lip between her teeth, and Llew thought he had never seen a more desirable woman. His cock stood at full mast now, but he could smell the days of sweat upon his skin.
Shite. He turned and slid into the bath, sighing in pleasure as the water covered him.
“I will be back with wine and sweetcakes,” Jessaline said before practically bolting from the room.
Llew looked at the tip of his prick where it stuck out from the water, cursing his brother Allard as he closed his fist around the rigid length. He thought of Jess lying in this same tub with her long legs tucked up and her knees spread wide.
His hand clenched harder around his erection as he imagined slipping it into his wife’s tender slit, all moist and open from her bath. He gritted his teeth as his thighs and ass clenched and his balls tightened against the root of his cock, but he did not pump himself to release. His wife would take care of that soon enough.
Finally, he took the bar of soap and rubbed it across his skin. By the time Jessaline returned, he was ready and waiting, naked in the great chair by the hearth, a cover thrown carelessly beneath him.
Jessaline hesitated just outside the door. Her fingers shook and she was more nervous than she cared to admit. She had no doubt he would claim his portion of the bargain—no doubt he was more than capable of demanding his husbandly rights. She had seen and felt the proof of that more than once this day.
But he was huge, so long and broad she did not know how she would manage to fit him all inside her. Despite his words to the contrary, she was afraid he would hurt her. The goblets on the tray tinkled as her hands trembled again, and the newly familiar ache shuddered up from between her thighs.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open—and almost dropped the tray in shock when she saw him sitting naked by the fire.
His hair was wet from where he had washed it, rivulets of water dripped down his neck. His chest was broad, smooth, a few faint scars from battle traced across the skin. She let her gaze roam lower, past the tensed muscles of his stomach, along the line of chestnut hair, to stare again at his heavy cock, watching in wonder as it moved beneath her gaze.
He shifted in his chair, stroked a hand across his balls, and adjusted the now rigid length of flesh so it rose up to lie across his stomach.
The glass chimed again as Jess’s hands began to shake in earnest.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Lord Demon’s Delight: