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Saturday, November 22, 2008

Contest / Excerpt from Untamed



My author copies arrived last week. You all know what that means! I want to give books and other goodies away!

Post to this blog and have your name entered for a signed copy of Untamed! That's it. That's all you have to do.

Plus, everyone who posts will receive the special commemorative Untamed wallpaper made specially by Jenn J. I won't post it, but I guarantee that you will love it!

Next week the giveaways will include:

* More signed copies of the book
* A Colonial stoneware candlestick that I brought back from Rogers Island (Ranger Island) — yes, from the island itself!
* A copy of the film The Last of the Mohicans
* A copy of the documentary The War that Made America about the French and Indian war (one my favorites)
* And a few memberships to the The Friends of Rogers Island at the "camp follower" level. If you truly love those Rangers and are willing to do anything for them, this is the prize for you! I myself joined as a "camp follower." Can you blame me?

And because I love to torture you, I'm sharing a bit more of the story below. I posted this at RBL Romantica, intending to post it only for them, but I love this scene so much that I just had to share it here, too.

Enjoy!

From Untamed...




“Wh-what are you doing?” Even as she asked the question, Amalie could see very well what Morgan was doing.

Wearing only his drawers, he sat at Bourlamaque’s writing table reading private correspondence by the light of the hall candle. And yet how could he, for he did not speak French. Unless…

“Non!” The word was a plea. She could not believe it, did not want to believe it. And, yet, the truth was there before her eyes.

The man she loved was a traitor.

Something shattered inside her chest, leaving her staggered, the pain of it almost unbearable. Blood rushed into her head, panic making her heart trip, her tongue stilled by shock, the drone of her pulse drowning out the silence.



“Go back to bed, Amalie.” His voice was hard, his hands quick as he stowed the letters away, clearly familiar with the contents of Bourlamaque’s writing table.

As if he’d done this many times before.

Candle in hand, he walked around the writing table toward her, his gaze hard upon her like that of some wild animal measuring its prey.



Her heart thudding against her ribs, she took a step backward into the hallway, then another and another, watching as if under some spell as he followed her, soundlessly shutting the door to Bourlamaque’s study and setting the flickering candle back on the console, his expression inscrutable.

Then she turned — and ran.

But she’d taken only a step or two when he caught her, one strong arm capturing her beneath her breasts and drawing her hard against his chest, a big hand covering her mouth, trapping her scream. Lifted off her feet, she kicked and thrashed as he carried her down the hallway to his room and shut the door behind them.

But he did not release her. Instead, he held her tighter, pressing his lips to her ear, his voice an angry whisper. “Quit your strugglin’ afore you harm yourself!”

But his words only inflamed her rage, and she fought harder, kicking, clawing, biting at the hand that covered her mouth. To think she had kissed him! To think she had let him touch her! To think she had loved him!

“Ouch, for Satan!”

She tasted blood—then found herself thrown roughly onto the bed and pinned beneath him, her arms stretched over her head, both of her wrists held captive in one of his big hands, the weight of his body holding her unmoving.

A stranger, the enemy once more, he glared down at her. “You should have kept to your own bed, lass. Now what shall I do wi’ you?”

But the pain in her chest was such that she did not hear the warning in his voice. “Bourlamaque gave you sanctuary, and you betrayed him! You betrayed me!”

“Aye, I deceived Bourlamaque, and I’ll regret it to the end of my days. But long afore I pledged my loyalty to him, I made another oath—to my brothers and my men! Would you have me break that vow and become a betrayer and slayer of my own kin? As you loved your father, so I love them!”

She heard his words, felt the conflict within him, but was too hurt, too outraged to care, hot tears pricking her eyes. “Then it was lies, all of it—your being forced to serve the British, your hatred for your commander, your admiration for Monsieur de Bourlamaque!”

“Nay, it was the truth, every word!” His brow was furrowed, his breath hot on her face. “I would much rather serve Bourlamaque than that bastard Wentworth, but I cannae forsake my brothers or the Rangers! I told Bourlamaque this when I lay in chains, but he chose to forget. He allowed himself to be deceived!”

“And what of your feelings for me?” The question was almost too painful to ask. “Have I let myself be deceived, as well?”

She should have known what was coming from the way his eyes darkened, but when his mouth claimed hers it took her by surprise.

It was a brutal kiss, rough and forceful, his lips pressing hard against hers, his tongue demanding entry, his body grinding over hers. She ought to have been furious, ought to have found his touch revolting, ought to have turned her head away, fought him, kicked. Instead, she felt a desperate surge of desire.

Never had she hated anyone as she hated him—Traitor! Deceiver!—and yet never had his kisses affected her so. Anger, carnal need, love—she could not tell where one emotion ended and the next began. She arched against him, returning his ferocity with her own, nipping his lips, biting down on his tongue, fighting to take control of the kiss from him. And yet even as she fought him, even as he freed her wrists, her body surrendered. Hands that should have struck him slid eagerly over the smooth skin and muscle of his chest, caressed the hard curve of his shoulders, fisted themselves in his thick hair—and she knew the battle was lost.



Morgan gave Amalie no quarter. Once again, she held his fate in her hands, a word from her enough to send him off to be roasted by the Abenaki. She had defied him, leaving her bed to seek his, uncovering his treason. But it was bed play she’d sought from him, and so, by God, she would have it!

He bared her breasts to his roving hands and hungry mouth, teasing and tasting her until she writhed. Then he drew up her nightgown in urgent fistfuls, forced her thighs apart, and began to press deep circles against her sex, his fingers delving down to tease her virgin entrance. She was already wet, proof of her need for him gathering like dew on his fingertips, her musky scent bidding him take her, her frantic whimpers driving him mad.

Never had Morgan forced himself on a woman, but his mother’s Viking blood burned in him now, ruthless and hot, urging him to claim Amalie without ceremony, to mark her in the most primal way a man could, to satisfy himself with her sweet body again and again, with or without her consent.

With a growl that sounded more animal than human even to his own ears, he shifted his mouth from one velvety nipple to the other, suckling her without mercy, his hand unrelenting. Then, ignoring her startled gasp, he slid one finger inside her, testing her maidenhead, stretching her, stroking that part of her no man had touched—and she shattered.

He captured her cry with a kiss, took her breath into his lungs, his hand keeping up the rhythm until her pleasure was spent, her slick inner muscles clenching tightly around his finger, making him wish for all the world it was his cock inside her.

And that was how Bourlamaque found them—Morgan on top of Amalie, her breasts bared, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she found release.

“What in the name of the Devil is happening here?” Bourlamaque’s voice filled the room like thunder.

Amalie shrieked, struggling to cover herself.

Instinctively, Morgan shielded her from the old man’s view, helping her to draw her nightgown over her shoulders. “Easy, lass. We’ll soon sort this out.”

But Morgan knew nothing could be further from the truth. Not only was Amalie facing Bourlamaque’s wrath, but she was also carrying a terrible secret, which, if revealed, would lead Morgan to his death.

27 comments:

MsValerie said...

YAY!

I'd love to read this right away...please pick me! (That's right...I'm the kid in class waving her hand and doing the ants-in-the-pants wiggle).

Raven99 said...

Congrats on the upcoming release of Untamed. That excerpt is wonderful - it is sexy and includes a hint of intrigue. I cannot wait to read it.

JennJ said...

YAY it's almost UNTAMED TIME!!!!!!! It is a FABULOUS book I was lucky enough to get an ARC through the site I review for Pamela you are one of the best and this one shows it! :)

Tena said...

I wanted to say Happy Thanksgiving to u Pamela and everyone who reads this. I hope your day is Blessed with your family. And Id love to win a copy of the book Im so excited to be able to get it from either winning it or buying it God Bless

shirley said...

Id love to win a copy the story sounds so wonderful Happy Thanksgiving to you and everyone one here

Anonymous said...

I wish amazon would hurry and ship my very own copy. I'm lucky enough to already know how wonderful Morgan and Amalie's story is but I can't wait to re-read it, and for them to sit on my bookshelf, next to Iain and Annie.
stef

Ellory said...

Hi Pamela. Can't wait to catch up on all your historical.s

Debbie H said...

Wow, whew! Love that Morgan!

Judy said...

Pamela, you really know how to leave a reader hanging. I can't wait to read Untamed.

Ms Valerie — Welcome! And LOL on the ants-in-pants wiggle. :-)

Raven — thanks so much! I am very excited about the book's release.

Jenn — Thanks so much! You're very sweet. I know everyone is going to love the wallpaper.

Hi, Tena — Thanks for the Thanksgiving wishes! I hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving as well. I am loving having my son back from college, for sure.

Hi, Shirley — Same to you. Thank you!

Stef, I think your copy may be on its way...

Hi, Ellory — Welcome! I hope you enjoy the stories. Which ones have you read?

Hi, Debbie — Thanks! How's little Malachi doing? And what does Ahava think of her new brother?

Hi, Judy — You posted while I was posting, so I missed you! Thanks! I do try as much as possible to torture readers and leave them hanging, at least until the HEA. So thank you! Nice to know it's working. :-)

Christi said...

can't wait...can't wait...can't wait.... Ohhh.

Debbie H said...

Pamela, Ahava knows who he is, but she doesn't really care at the moment. She is coming to stay with us overnight tomorrow! Malachi is apparently very happy with mom's milk to the point he is going 3 1/2 to 4 hrs between nursings. Mom wishes is were sooner, LOL.

Amanda said...

Me me me me!! LOL I didn't want to read the excerpt to spoil it for myself but man I'm itching to read it, so don't know how long I'll last LOL

Congratulations on it being released and getting the author copies! Its going to be a huge success! We're cheering for you here in Ireland

Happy Thanksgiving to you all!

Karen said...

Wow! I canna wait for Untamed!

Eva said...

Love your stories, Pamela. Thanks for the great excerpt!
Happy Thanksgiving!

Zeek said...

I can NOT wait to read this! Enter me please!!!

(I will post this contest to my blog when I get the chance!!)

Barbara said...

Hi, Pamela! I've already purchased Untamed. The excerpt was great, and am looking froward to reading it!

Hi, Christi — Thank goodness the waiting is almost over! My widget is almost done counting! Are your MS pages ready to send to RWA???

Hey, Debbie — Yeah, I remember those days. I'm glad he's a contented baby, though. I hope things even out for his mama soon!

Ta failte romhat, Mandy... Or something like that. That's off the top of my head... Thanks! I'll do the drawing tomorrow morning. And it looks like you gave in and read the excerpt over at RBL, aye?

Hi, Karen — Good to see you! I cannae wait to hear what you're thinkin' of the story! So we're even. ;-)

Thank you, Eva! So good to see you here! And a Happy Thanksgiving to you, too! I hope you have a wonderful holiday close to family and friends.

Thanks, Zeek! I really appreciate that! Can you send me the URL? I'll pop over and say hello again. And I hope you enjoy the story!

Hi, Barbara — Thanks so much! I know RTF and SURRENDER are in your TBR, too. Hopefully you won't be sick of me by the time you get to Morgan and Amalie. ;-) Good to see you again!

Note to Zeek: Never mind! Duh! I found it! Let me know when you post and I'll drop by and say howdy. :-)

Judy said...

Pamela, just wanted to let you know that from what I can figure out Borders is just selling Sweet Release and Carnal Gift online. Ride the Fire is in the store but out of stock at the Borders by me. I am just going to go ahead and order all 3 online from Barnes and Nobles. I was going through some paper work today and came across a $25 gift certificate I forgot I had to B&N. Whoppee for me.
Have a Great Thanksgiving.

Amanda said...

Aye I did seeing as it was two places at once!! I gave in and thought well its calling out to me LOL

Hi, all

Eva is the winner of this morning's very early (5 AM! ) drawing! Congrats, Eva. Send me your mailing address and I'll get it in the mail to you. My email is pamelaclare@earthlink.net.

Also, anyone who wants the special release-day wallpaper I mentioned, please send me an email, and I'll attach it and send it back to you.

Thanks so much!

Cindy W said...

Please pick me!!!!

Patricia said...

Pamela, Glad you enjoyed the Fort Ti area. I grew up just north of there. It is truly a lovely part of the country. Went back up for a visit this past September and took our daughter (who had not been for 25 years) and her husband. They were having an encampment and evening tours and cannon firing. We have lived in Colorado (Colorado Springs) and loved it. It was the healthiest we ever were. Did a lot of hiking and saw as much of the state as we could while stationed there. We now live just 60 miles from where they filmed Last of the Mohicans in N.C. Enjoyed the excerpt. It was a hard life for people of the time. Hard choices.

Hi, Patricia — Welcome! I haven't heard anyone call it Fort Ti since I was in New York. How funny that we've sort of almost shared states — kind of. Yes, everyone in Colorado is outside exercising and hiking and climbing all the time. That's why we seem to earn "fittest state" honors all the time. The weather helps. It's almost always sunny, which is very different from New York. It's also very dry, not humid like North Carolina. The forest they filmed LoTM in was beautiful! Thanks for posting!

Leslie said...

Thank you ~ you've just totally wetted my appetite for this book!

I still need to read Surrender so I'm taking it and Untamed with me this weekend to Vegas.

Do you think it would be rude to read while eating Thanksgiving dinner? jk I'm sure I'll find time on the drive there and back.

Congrats on the release!

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