Welcome to Sunday Love-in! This is a new feature where an author shares one of their favourite smexy-time scenes from their latest book, tells us the reason for their choice and then shares the scene with us with a delicious excerpt. Enjoy.
Nicola Cornick and her favourite smexy scene…
Inspired by my love of shoes, Forbidden is a Cinderella story, a rags to riches tale of Margery Mallon, a lady’s maid who finds that she is the richest heiress in England. Lost as a child, Margery grows up in ignorance of the fact that she is the granddaughter of the Earl of Templemore and heir to both his fortune and title. But this Cinderella tale has a twist. In taking up her inheritance, Margery disinherits her very own Prince Charming, Henry, Lord Wardeaux who was the Earl’s heir before Margery was found.
It’s tough to choose a scene because Forbidden is very romantic and very, very sexy. Henry is determined that he will resist his attraction to Margery because she has taken away everything that he once possessed and so to marry her to get it back would make him the greatest fortune hunter in London. Margery is determined to resist Henry because he deceived her about his identity at the beginning so she will never trust him again.
My favourite love scene is the very first one because there is something magical about the evening that Margery and Henry have spent together in London and the love scene that follows feels special and somehow inevitable after such a lovely evening.
She felt a second’s hesitation in him and then his arms went around her, pulling her against him, and he was kissing her properly and her head spun and the ground shifted beneath her sensible half boots and she realised that the kiss in the brothel had been nothing at all compared to this. Henry’s lips moved over hers, his tongue touching hers, tasting her, searching, exploring. It was astonishing. It was bewitching. Little ripples of pleasure shimmered through her, down to her toes. She was shocked and intrigued all at once. She had had no notion that kissing could be like this, lighting her blood with fire, making her shiver with heat and cold simultaneously as though she suffered a fever.
She had wanted this. She realised now how very much she had wanted Henry to kiss her. She had wanted it all evening and now it was happening. Her whole body tingled with surprised delight and a sudden fierce triumph.
With one hand Henry pulled the ribbons on her bonnet and cast it aside on the grass and then his arm was across her back and his fingers were tangled in her hair, sending the neat pins flying, tilting her face up so that he could kiss her more deeply and more urgently still. Margery felt sweet lassitude seep through her body, weakening her knees, filling her with the most agreeable sensation of pleasure that she had ever known. She wanted more of it; suddenly she felt starved and greedy for it, her senses waking into life. She drew closer to Henry, sliding her arms about his neck and opening her lips beneath his, kissing him back. He tasted of brandy and fresh air and something she had never known before, something that was elemental and special only to him. Her breasts were pressed against his chest as he held her close. There was a lovely, painful ache in the pit of her stomach. She had never known anything to compare with this combination of driving need and wanton weakness.
Henry’s mouth left hers but only to press kisses against the tender line of her neck and to linger in the hollow at the base of her throat. She trembled now, alive to his touch, as he slid the striped spencer from her shoulders and it fell to join the discarded bonnet on the grass. His hand cupped the curve of her breast through her gown, his thumb insistent as it rubbed over her nipple. The friction of rough cotton against her skin was exquisite and Margery stopped thinking very abruptly, her mind swamped instead by pure hot desire. She gave a keening little cry and Henry’s lips returned to hers in a ruthless kiss that swallowed her cry and drew her tighter still into a spiral of need.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: International bestselling author Nicola Cornick has written a number of award-winning historical romances for Mills & Boon and HQN Books. In July Nicola will launch her new Regency series Scottish Brides with the first book in the series The Lady and the Laird. Nicola also acts as a historical advisor for television and works as a guide in a 17th century mansion. She lives and writes in Oxford, UK, and loves to hear from readers and history addicts.
ABOUT THE BOOK: After 20 years the Earl of Templemore has found his lost heir and the Ton is in uproar! Margery Mallon is a lady’s maid with ambitions to be a confectioner. The one thing that she does not want is to be Lady Marguerite of Templemore, the richest heiress in England. Henry, Lord Wardeaux, is the man who would have inherited Templemore had Lady Marguerite never been found. Now it is his duty to teach her all she needs to know about the estate. Henry has too much pride and too much of a dark past to marry Margery simply to reclaim the inheritance he thought was his. But although she is forbidden to him, it seems that she is the one woman he cannot resist.