Today, we are featuring The Devils Who Would Be King, the fourth and final installment in
Nina Mason’s historical erotica series Royal Pains. Set in Scotland and England
during the Restoration period, Royal Pains follows the political, religious,
and erotic exploits of the Duke and Duchess of Dunwoody.
Here’s
the blurb:
Their loyalty, faith, and love will be tested like never before…
Maggie, pregnant and missing Robert like mad, invites Gemma Crosse to help
ease her loneliness, only to get swept up in a whirl of naughtiness and
heartache. Meanwhile, rebellion is brewing to the north, where her husband is
acting as a spy for the king, who grows drunker with power by the day.
Will Maggie and Robert’s love be strong enough to weather the coming storm?
Or will the winds of change blow their world apart?
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Here’s
an excerpt from The Devils Who Would Be King:
When Maggie returned to the
bedchamber, she found Robert waiting just inside the door. Before she could say
aught to him, he captured her mouth with such passion she fell back against the
jamb, needing its support as she reeled under a dizzying rush of desire.
It felt wonderful. Glorious. Better
than anything else in the world. She ran her hands slowly up into his hair,
over his stubbled jaw, across his hard shoulders, and along his strong arms.
Yes, he smelled ripe, but his stink was pure raw male animal musk. She found it
far more arousing than offensive. Moving her hands around to his back, she pulled
his body firmly against hers, feeling all over again how much she had missed
him.
Playing house with Gemma had been
all well and good, but her friend was not Robert. No one was, or could ever take
his place in her heart or in her bed. Suddenly ashamed of her behavior, she
broke from the kiss.
Flushed and short of breath, she
said, “Forgive me.”
“For what?” he asked, eyebrows
drawing together.
“You were jealous when I went to
bed with Juliette. I should have guessed how you would feel about Gemma,
whatever you might have claimed to the contrary.”
A strange, unreadable look crossed
his face before he stepped away from her and averted his gaze. “How funny that
you should bring up Juliette, for I encountered her in my travels.”
“Juliette?” Maggie frowned and
furrowed her brow, unsure she’d heard him correctly. “Was she not hanged?”
“No.” When he returned his gaze to
hers, she was sure she saw guilt there. “King Louis bribed the judge to release
her.”
“King Louis?” she asked, growing
uneasy. “Why would he pay to free a Huguenot?”
“Because she is not a Huguenot,” he told her with
growing fervor. “She is Romish, like us, and has been working in secret for her
king and country. I ran into her in Orkney, awaiting the rebel ships. We joined
Argyle’s forces together, posing as man and wife to protect our covers.”
“Man and wife?” she repeated,
shocked again. “Did you..?”
“God, no!” He laughed, though
nervously. “I was as faithful as the day is long—not that it was easy, given
the sleeping arrangements.”
Though relieved he had not cheated
on her, Maggie could not let such an inflammatory aside go unremarked upon.
“Whatever do you mean by that?”
Before he could answer, someone
knocked on the door. Presuming it was the servants with the hot water, Maggie
pulled out of Robert’s embrace and went to let them in. After directing them to
the bath closet, she went to check on Gemma and wee Jamie. Both, to her delight,
were sound asleep. With any luck, they would not stir until morning, giving her
hours yet to celebrate her husband’s homecoming.
Returning to the bath closet, she
watched the maids fill the tub, offering instructions when necessary. When all
was prepared to her satisfaction, she sent them away before returning to
Robert’s bedchamber, where she found him seated upon the needlepoint settee in
the window alcove, removing his boots and stockings. As he reached around to
unfasten his cravat, he looked up to find her watching him.
“Shall I remove the rest?” The
wolfish grin he gave her set her blood afire. “Or would you prefer to do the
honors?”
“Let me,” she said, excited by the
idea of peeling off his clothing, layer by layer. Doing so would afford her the
chance to discover his body anew.
He got to his feet and stalked
toward her like a predatory animal. When he was only inches away, he spread his
arms wide and laughed. “I’m all yours.”
She started with his waistcoat, working
the buttons out of their holes in silence. As much as she wanted to inquire
further about Juliette and their sleeping arrangements, she wanted him naked
even more.
When the waistcoat was off, she
tugged his shirttail free of his breeches. Sliding her hands inside his shirt,
she relished the feel of his flat belly and muscular chest. Locating his
nipples, she gently pinched them between her thumb and forefinger.
Groaning with pleasure, he shut his
eyes.
She pressed a kiss to his stubbled
chin before unbuttoning the ruffled cuffs on his sleeves. When they were open,
he lifted his arms so she could pull the shirt off over his head. Trembling at
the sight of his naked chest, she kissed and licked each of his nipples to
hardness before moving to his breeches. As she untied the ribbon closures, she
did everything in her power to tempt and arouse him. When his breeches fell,
she wrapped her hand around his c**k.
“Oh, Rosebud, my sweet seductress,”
he breathlessly whispered. “You certainly know how to drive me wild with
desire.”
She gave his erection a few ardent
strokes before letting go. Yes, she knew how to inflame his passions, but she
also knew when to back off to prolong the seduction.
He stepped out of his puddled
breeches and kicked them aside before gripping her shoulders. “Now, it is my
turn to undress you,” he said with a devilish grin. “For I should like you as
naked as a nymph whilst you give me my bath.”
Here’s
more about the author:
Nina Mason
is an incurable romantic who strives to write the same kind of books she loves
to read: those that entertain, edify, and educate. She has two series out at
present, Royal Pains (historical erotica) and Knights of the Tarot (erotic
PNR/UF). She also has published three stand-alone novels: Sins Against the Sea,
The Queen of Swords, and The Tin Man. The latter two are not available at this
time.
Born and raised in Southern California, Ms. Mason holds a degree in journalism
from California State University at Fullerton and currently lives with her
family in Woodstock, Georgia. To contact Ms. Mason, email her at ninamasonauthor@gmail.com.
Here’s
where you can find Nina on social media:
Cat Mason is a thirty year old, married mother of three. When she isn't writing; she is spending time with her kiddos or reading. She was born and raised outside of St. Louis, Missouri, just over the Mississippi River in Granite City, Illinois. Cat writes romance of all kinds with twists of humor.
