Ines returns to Romance Beckons with her newest book.Ines writes books for strong women who suck at love. If you rocked out to the twisted triangle of Jem, Jericha, and Rio as a girl; if you were slayed by vampires with souls alongside Buffy; if you need your scandalous fix from Olivia Pope each week, then you’ll love her books!
Ines lives outside Washington, DC with her two little sidekicks who are growing up way too fast.
The Loyal SteedA Pleasure Hound Novel
What starts as a series of carnal lessons turns into more as two rivals vie for the woman of their dreams.
Trained as a Pleasure Hound and now surviving by selling his body to rich women, Jaspir’s heart has always remained loyal to Lady Merlyn. When Merlyn’s fiance, Liam, approaches Jaspir for help in ensuring her happiness in the bedroom, Jaspir agrees to train Liam in the pleasure arts. What starts as rivals in an uneasy truce, soon turns carnal when Merlyn learns of their secret lessons and is torn between the attentions of two men who would do anything to rule her heart.
AMAZON Purchase Links
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | COMPLETE SERIAL
Jaspir regarded his longtime foe. Set in Liam's pale face was green eyes with thick lashes, a strong jaw and a mouth with a thin upper lip, but full lower lip. Jaspir had hated this pale face for many years. He blocked out Liam's face and focused on the man's lips. As he did with his more unattractive clients, Jaspir pictured Merlyn in his head, narrowing his world to what these lips would do for her.
Jaspir grazed his fingers along the lips before him. They were thinner than his own. His lessons would have to account for that. "Lesson number one," he said. "The bedroom is the only place where a man can truly rule a woman."
Jaspir clasped the chin that belonged to the lips, eliciting another gasp.
"You need to take charge," he said. "Be in control."
Jaspir's fingers curled about the neck and the lips parted as he did so.
"Merlyn thinks too much. Her head rules her entire body. If you have control of her head..."
His fingers went into the red hairs at the nape of the neck that belonged to the lips. With a firm tug, the head went back exposing the neck. "...you have control of her."
Jaspir let his focus extend from the lips to the exposed neck. His tongue struck out and he licked. He felt the body trembling in his grasp.
"Lesson number two, never do what's expected." Jaspir bit lightly at the chin. "Merlyn will anticipate your every move. She can't help it. She remembers the sequence of things. If you are repetitive, you will lose her. Do you understand?"
Jaspir watched as the lips tried to form words, but the trembling thwarted them. In the end, Jaspir was given a nod of acquiescence.
Jaspir focused on the lips once more. He nipped at them. He nipped at the bottom lip, which was plumper than the top. He nipped at the corner, flicking his tongue out. He continued this random pattern as the lips tried to anticipate his next move, each time failing to predict it.
"Lesson three, make her chase you. Once you—"
The lips cut him off. The lips Jaspir had thought so small covered his own and tried to devour him. For unpracticed lips they were warm and wanton. Perhaps Liam could please Merlyn after all. But first, he had to pay attention.
Jaspir used the hand still at the nape of Liam's neck to yank him away. Liam groaned at the loss, his chest panting, his eyes hooded.
"Are you listening, Liam?"
Liam blinked once, twice. By the third blink, he'd recovered himself and yanked away from Jaspir's hold, embarrassment clear on his face. "All right," Liam said. "You've made your point."
"I don't think I have."
Liam clenched his jaw.
"Show me what you've learned."
Liam's eyes whipped to Jaspir's. Jaspir placed his hands in his lap and waited.
Slowly Liam raised his hands. They grazed Jaspir's chin. The soft, un-callused fingers reminding Jaspir of a woman's gentle touch. Before Jaspir could process the softness, Liam's fingers tangled in his hair and wrenched Jaspir's head back.
Jaspir barely held back his moan of pleasure. He liked it rough from time to time, but that would not do for Lady Merlyn. "Not that firm. She's more delicate than I am. Just enough to let her know that you're in control."
Liam loosened his grip a fraction. He looked to Jaspir for approval. Jaspir recognized the spark of need in the other male's eyes. How this man lived ten years under Merlyn's roof and never stole a single kiss was a true mystery to Jaspir.
"Good," Jaspir nodded.
The spark in Liam's eyes ignited into the smallest of flames before he dipped his head and put his mouth to Jaspir's throat. Liam's movements were unpracticed and hesitant, but the heat of his mouth sent a message to Jaspir's dick. Jaspir focused on his breaths instead of the heat climbing across his hips.
There was no way he'd be turned on by this soft-hand, unpracticed, First, virgin.