THE HIGHWAYMEN: Book 1
Josette d' Plaisir

This book contains graphic adult subject matter and situations, not suitable for readers under 18 years old.

The 2 excerpts below are two of the tamer scenes between Isabel and our two heroes.

EXCERPT 1: Isabel and The Earl

SET UP: This is part of a scene between The Earl of Wakefield and Isabel. He has arrived home, expecting nothing out of the ordinary. Instead, he finds is Isabel waiting for him in his chamber...

“I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered, nipping at his lip. And then she opened her mouth and kissed him in a way that made the blood roar through his veins.

He teased her slick sheath with his cock and she caught his tongue and sucked gently, urgently, and though he hadn’t thought it possible, he grew even harder.

“My lord…” she pleaded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Please.”

He pushed into her, just enough to penetrate her welcoming body. She was still swollen inside and sensitive. God, she was so hot and wet, so tight around him. But he had waited so long for this moment, he was determined to make it last.

Bracing himself above her, he looked between them and eased into her, and then slowly withdrew. His cock glistened in the candlelight with her honeyed heat. Again he moved within her, and the sight of her pink, lush flesh swallowing him, little by little, was almost his undoing.

All at once, Isabel’s fingernails embedded into his buttocks as her hands grasped him and pressed him to her. Her hips rose off the mattress and she took him inside her to the hilt.

“Love me,” she demanded. “Now.”

That was his undoing.

Falling into the cradle of her thighs, he wrapped one arm beneath her, and their bodies joined in a pagan rhythm, greedy and savage.

That powerful, beautiful sensation stirred inside her anew. Isabel began to quiver as every emotion she’d ever known crested. He thrust hard once more with a harsh groan. And then with soul-shattering force, wave after wave of rapture’s sweet death enveloped her. His release came fast and violent, filling her, branding her for eternity.

And Isabel was born again.

EXCERPT 2: Isabel and The Highwayman

SET UP: Voleur has blindfolded and bound Isabel and taken her to the highwayman's lair. He has vowed that before the night is over, she will plead with him to make love to her. Isabel wants Voleur to claim her once and for all, but she refuses to give him the satisfaction of admitting it. And so Voleur has no choice but to tease and torment her body until she submits. And so the game begins. Will the highwayman seduce Isabel into submission, or will she be the seducer in this contest of wills?

Taking her by the hips, he rolled her onto her back. The firelight flickered softly through the room, and Isabel’s body glowed in shades of gold and red. She was more perfect than he’d imagined. Her breasts were full and round, with nipples pert and blushed. Her skin was flawless ivory, without freckles or blemishes. His eyes moved to the juncture of her thighs, where her secrets were hidden beneath a downy pelt of dark red curls. Lucan lifted her knees and spread her legs apart, and took a moment to contemplate the soft flesh of her womanhood—pink and swollen, wet with desire… for him.

“I believe you are afraid to make love to me, Voleur,” she said all at once, drawing his attention to her face.

“Afraid?”

She nodded. “That you will not measure up to Wakefield, now that I’ve made his acquaintance.”

He chuckled at her attempt to provoke him. “If you only knew how very little that prospect concerns me.” Reaching for his dagger, he cut the ropes from her wrists and pulled her hand to his cock. “Here, Isabel. You tell me… do I measure up?”

Without hesitation, she cupped the material stretched tautly over his erection. “I really cannot say,” she sighed, after considering it. She lifted her hand to the blindfold.

Voleur quickly caught her wrist.

“I only thought to see for myself,” she said with a pout.

He released the buttons of his trousers and brought her hand to the hot flesh, guiding it along his length. “What do you think now?”

Gently, she stroked him. “I do not believe the question is what I think, but what you intend to do with it now that you’ve unleashed that beast.”

Grinning crookedly, Voleur hastily removed his shirt and flung it to the floor. “What would you have me do?” he countered, enjoying the pleasure of her touch immensely. But then she skimmed the pad of her thumb along the seam of his cock's head to its tip and Voleur nearly came out of his skin.

Before she could end the game then and there, he pulled away.

“What’s the matter, Voleur?” she teased huskily, bringing her hands to her breasts. Her fingertips made circles around the peaks of her hardened nipples, and her back arched as she moaned softly.

The sight nearly drove Voleur to the brink, but he swallowed the lump in his throat and pushed back his desire. “Nothing at all, mon cheri. I am merely waiting. All you must do is admit you need me to make love to you."

“Ah, but you see, Voleur,” she said wryly, “I do not need you.”

Before he could question her meaning, her hand slipped between her legs, and Isabel began pleasuring herself.

The little minx!

“But you want me, Isabel.” Coming down between her legs, he pressed the swollen head of his cock firmly to her heated, moist flesh. The feel of her, hot and wet and ready for him, sent him to the brink, and it took all his will to refrain from plunging into her and ending this hideous torture that he’d unwittingly brought upon himself.

“You want to feel me inside you. Admit it.”

Her hand grasped him firmly. “And you want to be inside me,” she growled, thrusting her hips upward.

All at once, Voleur pulled away, and binding both her wrists within his hands, he brought them over her head. It was time to bring this game to its conclusion. Leaning over her, he took her breast into his mouth, caressing one rosy nipple while stroking her body with his own, deliberately falling just shy of his mark. In anticipation, Isabel bucked beneath him.

“Say it,” he commanded, teasing the tip of her other nipple with his tongue and then suckling hard, while easing his cock into the slick...

(You think you know who will win the game from this excerpt? Think again!)