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And yes–there will be many more!

But today we celebrate Rakes in Tartan, my sexiest novel yet!

Here’s the gorgeous cover:

Rakes in Tartan, available TODAY!
April 18, 2014

What’s it about, you ask?

Setting: London, 1816

The social season promises both sex and danger for Torquil Kilburn and Andrew MacReiver, Highland heirs arrived in London to seek brides. The Scotsmen must negotiate the complicated morés of high society to woo and win an exquisite debutante and her passionate, unconventional mother while keeping their vampire heritage a secret.

But evil stalks the ballroom at Almack’s, the streets of Piccadilly, the drawing rooms of the ton. Headless bodies have been found drained of their blood, for another vampire haunts the streets of London, murdering noblemen. As he draws ever closer, Tor and Andrew must fight not only for love, but for their lives.

And here’s a mega-hot excerpt–a glimpse into the mind of one of the two lusty heroines

WARNING: YOU MUST BE OVER 18 TO READ FURTHER!

Dagmar grevinne Draugursdatter stared at herself in her cheval glass. It also reflected her room, luxuriously appointed in purple and gold, with a smoldering coal fire at one end and a large four-poster bed in the middle. When she’d bought it, she hadn’t truly believed she’d exercise her predilections while in London. Now she felt she might have half a chance of getting what, or rather who, she wanted in that bed.

She ran her hands up and down her long, naked body, loving herself. She cupped her breasts and flicked the nipples with her thumbs, watching as they hardened.

She turned to look at her rump. It sported purpling bruises, ovals where he’d clutched hard, holding her fast as he’d swived her.

Andrew MacReiver.

How had he known?

She did not know how, but was grateful that he had. Grateful he’d seen her strange trait, a trait that drove her to acts that were quite beyond acceptable behavior in persons of their class—in persons of any class, really.

She closed her eyes and breathed, reliving the moment he’d pushed his delightfully thick rod into her for the first time. Heat snapped along her veins and she staggered, catching the edge of her dressing table for support.

He was a rake, of course, and therefore she could not depend upon him. But she did not need him for anything essential…except her happiness. She shuddered.

She was the daughter of dragons and owner of the night. She would not, could not allow anyone to have such a hold over her. But that one summer day, she’d been reshaped into a man’s toy.

She lay on her bed, closing her eyes the better to remember, and to enjoy.

The summer sun beat down upon her, warming her thirteen-year-old body through her embroidered linen blouse and heavier skirt. She sprawled on an old quilt with her new friend, Ragnar, who was from far-off Hålogaland, visiting friends in Bergen for the summer. They ate a picnic lunch, then talked and drowsed.

She awakened to find Ragnar’s body close and his lips on hers.

Her first kiss, and as far as she knew, his also. So they’d used the afternoon to learn together, clothed bodies pressed tight, tongues entwining. He’d bitten her throat, she remembered, which had given her a more intense feeling, pain mixed with pleasure.

He’d walked her home through the long summer evening, then kissed her again outside her door and told her he’d speak with her parents on the morrow. Enveloped in the warmth of his love, she entered the house to encounter her father, his face like thunder when he saw the marks on her neck, her kiss-swollen mouth.

“You dared let that boy touch you?” he’d roared. And he tossed her over his knee, raised her skirts and spanked her.

It hadn’t hurt. Instead, her body had seemingly turned to flame, like the breath of the dragon. Fortunately, her father had interpreted her gasps and pants as pain.

She’d so wanted to sneak out to see Ragnar again immediately to tell him of this wonderful, surprising variation on the games they’d started to play together, but didn’t dare incur more of her father’s wrath.

True to his word, Ragnar had spoken to her parents the very next day. Age sixteen, tall and broad-shouldered, a nobleman from the far north, he’d spoken to her father as an equal.

And her parents had agreed. She and Ragnar would marry. “Soon,” she’d begged.

Later that wonderful day they’d taken the same quilt to the same private spot, and she told him what she’d felt. He’d obligingly repeated the experience, first kissing, biting and touching. Then he’d bared her bottom and spanked her.

And the same thing happened. The sting of his slaps combined with her arousal to create a fire she couldn’t reach any other way.

She sighed. She and Ragnar had enjoyed each other for twenty-eight years, until he’d gone to fight for Norway’s freedom and lost his life. She could scarce credit it. That someone had been able to kill a creature such as Ragnar shocked her.

Like what you read? GREAT! I love to make readers happy!

This is my seventeenth novel and I’m very proud of it.

And there’s more–lots more!

I already have a couple of reviews:

I was blown away… fascinating…different…unexpected…

–Patricia Wheeler, BDSM Book Reviews

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Four stars…vivid…gripping…

–Susan Foulkes

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Buy it here:

http://www.ellorascave.com/rakes-in-tartan.html

About the author:

Suz deMello

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

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