Dominated by the Earl by Raven McAllan

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Blurb
Leonora knew she’d wait for Justin to come home. She hadn’t expected it to be so long

or so fraught.

When Justin joined his regiment, and was sent to the continent, Leonora promised to

wait for him to return. She didn’t think it would take so long, or she’d have so many

difficulties to face. Her life changes as she struggles to cope without Justin and keep

his estate running.

With someone out to destroy all she holds dear, Leonora has to fight for her beliefs

and her family, and hope they get the happy ever after they deserve.

Excerpt
“Upstairs.” He put his hand to the small of her back and edged her

upward. “First door on the left.”

As she got to the top of the stairs her steps faltered. “Justin, what if…” Her

voice petered out.

“It’s too late for that, Nora.” He pulled off his riding cape and dropped it over

the balustrade. “No what ifs are allowed. The servants are away. Your father thinks

we have gone on a farewell picnic, and mine is uncaring and in town.” He chose not

to mention her brother. “You’ve pushed me thus far, and therefore there’s no backing

out. When I rest on a pallet in some godforsaken billet with the reek of gunpowder

and death round me, I’ll think of you under me. Of my cock buried to the hilt inside

your channel, and the sweet love mewls I feel sure you’ll make. You will not renege.”

He pushed her inside the room. It took very little effort. She may plead uncertainty,

but her actions belied that state of mind.

“Wait now.” He undid the buttons on her cloak as he spoke. “I need to see if

your bath has been made ready before the servants left.”

“I have no intention of doing any such thing,” Nora said. Indignation rang

through her voice. “Reneging or waiting. Hell, I’ve waited so long, I may well be

atrophied. I’ll bathe after.” She threw the cloak he had given her onto a chair where it

teetered on the spindly back before slipping down on to the carpet. She didn’t give it

a second glance. “I want to be yours, Justin. To know what if feels like to have you

inside me. To feel you swell and grow and spill over me.” Color swept up her neck

and over her face in such a way that Justin was enchanted. He was sure her breasts

and belly would share that same delicate hue.

“Never let it be said I disappointed a lady.” Justin ran his finger over one of

her flushed cheeks, it was warm to his touch. “Take your gown off.”

She looked at him as if he had two heads. In his present state of uncomfortable

arousal, he would not have been surprised. His body was on fire and the only way he

knew to dowse the flames was inside her. It was both torture and ecstasy to hold back

and show her only a little of his desires.

“Won’t you help me?” she asked in a soft voice. “Reach my ties for me?” She

lifted her hair and bent her head to expose the elegant line of her neck, and the loosely

tied ribbons that encircled it.

As Justin stared at her bowed head, her spine curved, and her arse rose in

his direction. His cock threatened to stretch the knit of his pantaloons beyond all

reasonable limits of such material. The pose she had adopted—unconsciously he

assumed—pulled the flimsy material of her gown taut over the globes of her rear, and

emphasized the tantalizing cleft that separated them.

“Lift your skirts, Nora, let me see what is coming to me.”

She turned her head. Her expression was one of puzzlement. Good. Let me see

how far I can push her in the best ways imaginable.

“My rear?”

He nodded, and her eyes widened. “But of course, my dear. To delve deep

inside that secret passage, to feel my cock enclosed and held tight within will be one

pinnacle of our time together.”

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Author Bio
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their

children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot

of the settings in her books.

She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost

tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to

peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research

for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes

she’s strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has

been added to her WIP.

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