How To Woo… A Reluctant Bride is my contribution to Romance Super Bundle II: Second Chances. Here’s a deeper look at the book along with an excerpt.
How To Woo… A Reluctant Bride
by Lyndi Lamont
Steamy Victorian Romance (Short Story)
A marriage contract, nothing more…until darkly handsome Evan Channing and demure Lydia Blatchford meet. Yet the rules are simple for an arrangement such as theirs. There should be no misunderstanding, no illusions of anything more. But the rules are about to change…
Lydia wants the kind of love and romance she reads about in books. Fortunately, she hasn’t specified which book, and Evan has a copy of Richard Burton’s new translation of the Kama Sutra, with its ancient wisdom on love and courtship. He sets out to win his high-born bride, blending seductive promises with exotic lessons in love-making.
Lydia is prepared to tolerate this man she’s been sold to, but his scorching kisses send her pulses racing. Can an arranged marriage lead to love?
(Previously published under the title Love… By the Book by Amber Quill Press)
Here’s a little peek at Evan and Lydia’s wedding night.
After dinner Evan wandered around his bedroom, clad in his new blue and white striped pajamas, wondering how much longer he should wait before going to his new bride. He’d never felt so unsure yet so filled with anticipation. He pictured her in the red sari Zahra had given her, the cloth draped seductively around her curves. His cock was already partially hard just thinking about what was to come.
At the same time he was more nervous than he’d ever been in his life. It wasn’t as if it were his first time, but every woman he’d been with had been a prostitute, so he was never sure if their cries of pleasure were real or feigned. After all, they were paid to please their clients. But Lydia was a highborn lady, and a virgin. He just hoped he could make this pleasant enough for her she’d let him visit her room again. And again…
He glanced at his copy of the Kama Sutra. The book recommended waiting ten days before consummating the marriage. Bloody hell. He could no more wait ten more days to make her his wife than he could fly to the moon. He wanted her. Now. Badly.
Taking a deep breath, he walked to the door between their rooms and knocked. He let out his breath when she bade him enter. He found her perched on the edge of the bed in the red sari, but looking pale and apprehensive.
He sat on the side of the bed and took her hands in his. “You wore the red sari. I wasn’t sure if you would.”
She gave him a sheepish look. “I almost didn’t. At first, I couldn’t figure out how to put it on again, but I finally figured it out. I think.”
“Stand up and let me see.”
She rose and turned in a circle, all the while clutching the waist with one hand. “I don’t know how well it will stay on.”
“No matter,” he said, kissing one hand. “I am looking forward to removing it.”
“Evan,” she exclaimed.
He raised an eyebrow. “What did your mother tell you to expect on your wedding night?”
Lydia flushed and glanced away. “Very little actually. She said to lie back and let you take charge.”
He sighed and reached out to touch her face and turn it to him. “I’d really prefer it if you participated in what we’re about to do. It is much more pleasurable that way. Like it was when you kissed me back, like you did at Zahra’s. And in the carriage.”
She gave him a tentative smile. “If that’s what you want.”
“What I want is you naked and writhing in my arms.”
Ah, there’s nothing like an ardent groom.