Here's an excerpt for my historical romance called Lady Knight. You can find it on Siren Publishing's website HERE.
The sight of Broc’s face so close to hers took Ariel’s breath away. She had been asleep, but the sensation of someone caressing her cheek brought her instantly to awareness. Even though Ariel knew Broc thought her to be male, she could not bring herself to stop him. It felt too good. It had been so long since he had touched her in this way.
His eyes never left hers as his fingertips softly brushed her cheek once more. Moving lower, he cupped her chin with his hand. With his thumb on her lower lip, he rubbed it slowly back and forth. That was enough to send Ariel bolting upright in her chair.
“Shush. I didn’t mean to upset you.” In one fluid motion, Broc stood. “You were asleep. Maybe you should retire for the night.”
“Aye, I think I will.” Ariel pushed back her chair and stood. All the mead she had drunk during the evening rushed to her head. The room began to spin and her legs gave out. If Broc had not caught her around the waist, she would have fallen to the floor.
Broc pulled her closer to his side and started to walk to the chambers at the back of the hall. “I think you may need some help if you are to make it to your bed.”
Ariel tried to pull out of his grip, but her legs would not function properly. “I’ll manage. Don’t worry about me.”
“Fine, if that is your wish.” Broc released her and Ariel promptly felt herself slip towards the floor once more. A strong arm caught her. “It seems to me that a little help would be in order.”
Ariel didn’t reply. She could do nothing but accept his assistance. As they staggered to her chamber, Ariel noticed Broc was not very steady on his feet either. They somehow managed to get to the chamber door and walk across the room to her bed. Having made it that far, things decidedly went downhill from there.
Broc released her and her legs promptly gave out on her. On the way down, Ariel grabbed his tunic to stop from falling. As she landed on her back on the bed, she threw Broc off balance and he ended up falling on top of her. They both grew still. Ariel felt the hard length of Broc’s body on every inch of her. A small gasp escaped her lips before she could silence it. That little sound was all Broc needed to act.
Broc’s head lowered and his lips claimed her own. Ariel’s body jerked in surprise, but she made no move to stop Broc. Sensing her acceptance, Broc ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth. At his insistence, Ariel let her lips part, giving him the invitation he needed. The feel of Broc’s tongue gently stroking hers, Ariel reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.
She knew this was bad, very bad. If this went much further there would be no way of hiding what she truly was. But what Broc did to her sent shock waves of desire all through her body. She was not strong enough to stop this. Giving herself up to the sensations that began to pool in the lower half of her body, Ariel groaned.
Broc stiffened and roughly jerked his mouth away from her lips. Ariel watched the passion slowly die in his golden eyes and be replaced with a look of utter disgust. She felt like weeping. He didn’t know it was her, he only saw Wulf. Even after what they had just shared. He seemed sickened by what he had done. Broc wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and quickly jumped off the bed.
Ariel reached out a hand to him, to stop him from leaving. She could not do this to him. It would be a cruelty she did not wish upon him, she had to explain. But Broc just stared at the hand held out to him. With a shake of his head, he rejected it and rushed out of the room.