Saturday, April 30, 2011
Happily Bedded Bliss
I spent this morning catching up on royal wedding highlights on YouTube, which was a sweet way to start the day.
Of course, there are many more couples out there besides Will and Kate that are celebrating their very own happily-ever-afters. And while weddings are wonderful, long-lasting relationships are at the heart of the matter, and nothing brings people together like happily bedded bliss. Alison Tyler’s latest Harlequin Spice book, With This Ring, I Thee Bed, shows us exactly how much fun that experience can be. In this anthology, Alison has gathered together a collection of sexy stories that celebrate wicked wedding nights, kinky couples and more.
With This Ring contains more than two dozen tales, including my short story "Something Old, Something New." It's told from the point of view of a new bride who is filled with joy, but also harbors some concern about her future with her new husband. Fortunately, while on their honeymoon they meet a couple who shows them that their passion can grow and deepen just as much as their love.
Here is a sneak peek:
The night breeze was soothing—cool but not cold—and perfumed with the scent of the salty sea. Justin wrapped his arm around my waist as we strolled along the deck. Aside from the crashing of the waves against the sides of the ship, there wasn't another sound to be heard—until we approached a nook near the ship’s bow. We soon realized we weren't the only night owls on board.
As we neared the corner, we heard voices—those of a man and a woman. They sounded like hushed, breathy whispers with a decidedly erotic edge to them. I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at Justin, my lips parted in surprise. I could easily make out his amused smile in the silvery glow of the moon. Silently, he cocked his head toward the source of the sound and urged me onward with a steady hand at the small of my back.
I was conflicted. The strangers' whispered words were becoming interspersed with feminine moans. Their encounter was escalating, as was the pace of my rapidly beating heart. I knew we were about to spy on a couple's most intimate moment. The rational part of me knew that it would be proper to turn away and head back in the opposite direction. But at that moment, the last thing I wanted was to be proper.
Justin and I hugged the wall, ensconcing ourselves in shadow as we approached the bend. My husband urged me in front of him, resting his hand on my shoulder as together we peered around the corner. There, in an over-sized deck chair, were Rafael and Suze. He was sitting up and his wife was facing him as she straddled his hips. Her silky white robe was parted slightly, showing off her delicate shoulders, and her silver-haired head was tilted back as Rafael trailed sensual kisses down her neck. Her whimpers carried on the night air to our ears. The hungry, desperate sound of her cries made my own sex ache with longing.