Tuesday, January 29, 2013

THE BELTANE CHOICE


Tuesday Tantalizers on SOME LIKE IT HOTTER is happy to feature Scottish writer Nancy Jardine. Nancy's writing covers the heat  spectrum from sweet in TOPAZ EYES to spicy in MONOGAMY TWIST, and her time periods from contemporary in TAKE ME NOW to historical in THE BELTANE CHOICE.   


Welcome, Nancy.  Would you describe THE BELTANE CHOICE for us?

Can the Celtic Tribes repel the Roman army?

AD 71

Banished from the nemeton, becoming a priestess is no longer the future for Nara, a princess of the Selgovae tribe. Now charged with choosing a suitable mate before Beltane, her plan is thwarted by Lorcan, an enemy Brigante prince, who captures her and takes her to his hill fort. Despite their tribes fighting each other, Nara feels drawn to her captor, but time runs out for her secret quest.

As armies of the Roman Empire march relentlessly northwards, Lorcan intends to use Nara as a marriage bargain, knowing all Celtic tribes must unite to be strong enough to repel imminent Roman attack. Nara’s father, Callan, agrees to a marriage alliance between Selgovae and Brigante, but has impossible stipulations. Lorcan is torn between loyalty to his tribe and growing love for Nara.  

When danger and death arrive in the form of the mighty Roman forces, will Nara be able to choose her Beltane lover?

How about a hot-lick excerpt from THE BELTANE CHOICE to tempt our readers?

The sudden ripping startled Nara when his one tug burst open the leather strap around her waist, tumbling her pouches to the ground. Raising her tunic, the Brigante’s questing fingers tunnelled. Her response was immediate. The tightening and tingling at her chest drove her gaze skywards in confusion. A deep groan escaped while he whispered kisses at her neck, one hand reaching inside the gathered waist of her braccae to explore beneath, moulding her to him. The fingers of his other hand toyed with her breast as his lips revisited her mouth.

Nara was alarmed. Nay. Not alarmed. She had no words for the stimulation she felt.

“By the Lady Rhianna? What do you…?” Her gasp shared the warrior’s breath. Her head swam from a lack of breath and some other thrill she could not describe, her stomach dipping way below her feet. Sagging against him her legs could no longer support her weight when he plucked and teased.

“I cannot…” she mumbled, unable to think coherently. Something was amiss about her reaction to his caresses.

His lips whispered at her cheeks when she naively lifted her chin. One hand squeezed gently, his thumb flicking and teasing, while the other continued its attentions below. Nara’s shudder rippled over the warrior’s lips: she even felt them quiver. Heat spread over her whole body, created by the feelings inside and outside. Like a runt puppy she lapped up the scraps of his handling, totally oblivious to everything but the urgent need to be petted and pleasured. Seeking. Something. Yet, she did not know what she sought.

“I feel…”

Her feeble cry was lost in his mouth, her body limp. The intense feelings created by his strong roughened hands were succour to her battered and dented pride: it seemed he wanted to pleasure her and bring forth all the passionate feelings swamping her. All she could think on was the elation created.

“Aye. Let go. Let the feelings take you, Nara,” Lorcan muffled more encouragement into her ear.

She met his urgency with a frenzy of her own when his fingers made her writhe in his light touch. He set her back against the tree his questing lips, tongue and hands continuing the bliss. His fingers explored through the soft wool of her tunic before he pulled it clear of her head, the cloth unbearable when it scratched past her sensitised skin.

The coarseness of the tree bark against her bare spine did not matter. His lips continued their torment while he loosened his sword belt and let it thud to the ground. Releasing the thong of his forest-green braccae he allowed them to glide to his knees. Nara felt the urgency in his movements.

“Your braccae…” He yanked her brown-green checked braccae to her knees, his loud grunt coming like a tickle at her skin. Unwinding the ankle-strapping with deft skill he slipped her breeches off completely. On a wave of pleasure she had no clue how to handle Nara clutched at his hair, bringing his lips even closer.

A probing finger made her wriggle and squirm, the sensations so surprising. Her eyes opened wide to the skies while her body slid up the tree bark, in retreat…yet, that was not what she really wanted.

“Relax,” he mumbled against her skin.

Nara struggled to answer. “I’m a…aahhh!” The words of explanation died in her throat as the warrior’s twisting search found spots Nara had not known existed. Lost to the passion gripping her, her heart thumped while she writhed against him, her gaze wild. The dark centres of his eyes were a wide black chasm she sank into as her breathing hitched unbearably. She could wait no longer; did not know what she waited for yet, inexplicably, she still struggled away from him.

Supporting her body against the tree, Lorcan wrapped her legs around his waist, his frustrated grumble trembling her mouth.

“What is wrong? Has it been such an age since your man took you?”

Wriggling away from him, she yelped against his mouth. “By Rhianna! I am yet a virgin.”

“What do you say? You are still unbroken?”

His astounded cry silenced against her lips. He held himself immobile before the breath rushed back into him; noisy inhalations through his nose. His eyes displayed great confusion when he stared at her, glazed with some enormous emotion Nara had no name for before they screwed tight shut for a few heartbeats. With a frightful force, Lorcan tore his mouth away, yanked himself free, and dropped his grip of her body as though scorched. Nara slumped to the ground, her hands flattening to bear her weight while she gawped up at him. His disbelieving eyes raked her, the veins in his neck pulsating, his laboured breathing matching his tortured appearance.

The precipitate end of the interlude was hugely painful to Nara, too. Massive shudders racked her body. She felt wildly distracted; the sense of a loss unknown too much to bear; her breathing still erratic.

But worst of all–dishonour flooded her–because he was her foe, and she had all but invited him into her body.

“You cannot possibly still be an untried woman? You appear like one, but how can you be unbroken?” Bewilderment shrouded Lorcan’s expression, but his fury was even more dominant. “At your age? You must be more than twenty summers? Your maidenhead still untouched?”

Humiliation engulfed her, the heat rushed from her face in reaction to the shock besetting her, his rejection a sting to her pride.

“Are you, yet, a virgin?”

She refused to answer Lorcan, whose resentment could not possibly be greater than her own. Her gaze slid sideward, since she could not face the man who now despised her so much.

Now that we've teased you readers into a damp frenzy, you can buy THE BELTANE CHOICE from:

Amazon.com ebook only    http://amzn.to/UdT8v0
Amazon.co.uk ebook only    http://amzn.to/Rqg7yY

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Here's more about the talented Nancy Jardine:

An ex-primary teacher, Nancy Jardine lives in the fabulous castle country of Aberdeenshire – Scotland. Her husband is a great cook; just as well or they’d starve.  Twice weekly she child minds her toddler granddaughter, not good days for any new writing to be done, but seeing the little one grow is precious time spent. Ancestry research is an intermittent hobby: neglecting her large garden in favour of writing is becoming the norm. Activity weekends with her extended family are prized since they give her great fodder for new writing.

A lover of history, it sneaks into most of her writing along with many of the fantastic world locations she has been fortunate to visit. Her published work to date has been two non fiction history related projects; two contemporary ancestral mysteries; one light-hearted contemporary romance mystery and a historical novel. She has been published by The Wild Rose Press and Crooked Cat Publishing.

Nancy can be contacted at:
http://nancyjardine.blogspot.com   http://nancyjardineauthor.weebly.com    http://facebook.com/nancy.jardine.56    Twitter @nansjar  Goodreads, LinkedIn, Google+  - as Nancy Jardine
Amazon UK author page for all novels  http://amzn.to/N6ye0z  
Amazon.com author page for all novels http://amzn.to/RJZzZz  

Happy hot and sexy reading!

6 comments:

Nancy Jardine said...

Thank you so much for featuring my novel - The Beltane Choice - today, Christi. I'm delighted to be here!

Cait OSullivan said...

Nice one, Nancy. The Beltane Choice is a fabulous read, congratulations! Wishing you many kerchings of the cash till!

Christi Williams said...

So glad to have you here, Nancy. And I wish you many kerchings as well!

Nancy Jardine said...

Thank you, Cait. I'm totally delighted you liked it! See you tomorrow...

Nancy Jardine said...

I wish you well with your new blog, Christi. It's a firey site, just perfect!

Christi said...

Thank you. Glad you like it, Nancy!