Today we are sharing an excerpt from Legacy of Darkness by Jane Godman! Last week Jane also told us about writing love stories with a dash of horror, and what other stories we can expect to see from her in the near future. Check out her guest post right here.
It is 1837 and the young Queen Victoria has just ascended the English throne.
Orphaned and penniless after her father’s death in India, Lucy Alleyne
is forced to accept a post as companion to an elderly lady until a
distant relative spirits her away to Castle Athal on the Cornish coast.
But Lucy’s initial gratitude at Lady Demelza Jago’s benevolence soon
gives way to unease.
The ancient Cornish castle, known locally as Tenebris, is a dark
monument to the family’s history and secrets. Within its embrace Lucy is
drawn into friendship with Tynan Jago. The young Earl of Athal is
handsome and poetic yet tortured, like his father before him. Tynan is
utterly different from his uncle, Uther, whose seductive, leonine power
radiates from his every word and gesture.
Between them the two Jago men have innocent Lucy enthralled—mind, body
and soul. If she remains within the bloodstained castle walls, with
their history of ill-starred passion and madness, a mere broken heart
will seem a blessing.
It was as if nothing had happened between us. Uther was cool and aloof toward me, and I began to wonder if I had imagined our intimacy. Or perhaps he was regretting his actions? I was, after all, a young female relative—however distant—and dependent on him, the head of the household, for protection. His conduct toward me had not exactly been protective…or gentlemanly! I hoped it was reasons of propriety, and not the alternative—that he had no wish to repeat the experience—that prompted this new circumspection.
My answer came a few days after our visit to Port Isaac.
“Take your clothes off.” Uther marched into my bedchamber, slamming the door closed and turning the key in the lock. I looked up from my book in surprise. It was early evening, and he had clearly just returned from riding. Mud splattered his boots and breeches and his dark hair was in disarray. “Now,” he said coldly, his eyes narrowing with impatience.
A discordant and highly inappropriate thought flitted through my mind. My stern governess had not bethought herself to inform me of the etiquette of an occasion such as this. How should a young lady respond when an unmarried gentleman bursts into her room and orders her to undress? This was a part of my education that had been sadly neglected. A secret smile touched my lips. I would have to improvise. I rose from my chair and began to undo the buttons at the back of my dress. Although I struggled a little, Uther did not come to my aid. He strode about the room, a slight frown marring his brow. I indicated my tightly laced corsets helplessly, and he clicked his tongue in exasperation. I held onto the bedpost, glad of its support as he roughly jerked the laces free and threw the offending corset across the room. With a swift, unexpected action, he caught hold of the fine cotton of my bloomers in both hands and ripped the delicate material apart so that the ruined garment fell about my ankles. I stepped out of it.
“Sit here.” He indicated the small chaise that occupied a corner of the room. In thrall to that mesmerising power he had over me, I continued to do as he asked without question. He prowled the room, fetching a branch of candles and placing it close by so that I was bathed in golden, flickering light. He stepped back, studying the scene. By this time I was quivering with desire.
“Lean back,” he ordered, and I allowed my head to fall back so that my neck was exposed and my breasts tilted skyward. I already knew how much he liked my breasts. In the cottage, he had spent an inordinate amount of time admiring them from all angles, stroking, squeezing and tasting. He was fascinated at how their rose-pale tips darkened at a touch of his hand, a flick of his tongue or sometimes even a glance from those gold-flecked eyes. Pausing now, he leaned over me, placing his lips over my nipple and suckling it with infinite tenderness. I tangled my hands in his hair to hold him there, but he laughed and moved away again.
“Raise your legs.” He demonstrated what he meant by grasping one ankle and lifting my foot onto the velvet surface of the chaise. He repeated the action with the other leg and then spent long, thoughtful minutes studying me. I blushed to be so exposed to his gaze, but, at the same time, exulted at the look of pleasure in his eyes. Turning away, he brought the small hand mirror from the dressing table over to me.
“See how beautiful you are, Lucia?” He placed the mirror in my hand and angled it so that I could view my own vulva. “See how pretty and pink, like flower petals unfolding?” He used his fingers to hold my outer lips apart while I watched in fascination. “You are wet already. Can you see that, Lucia?” One long finger pressed into the slick depths and he withdrew it, holding it up to show me the moisture that glistened there. “There is nothing more beautiful. It tells me how much you want me here.” His fingers returned to delve and stroke some more. “And here.” As I watched my reflection, he circled the tiny pink bud that throbbed so insistently for his touch. I arched my back, closing my eyes in rapture. “Not yet,” he whispered. “Keep looking.” He knelt before me. “Watch as my tongue tastes this precious nectar….”
Legacy of Darkness by Jane Godman is a gothic romance, released on February 9 2015. You can read our review of Legacy of Darkness right here.
About the Author - Jane Godman:
I am an avid reader, reading anything from Jane Austen to Stephen King
and everything in between. I have written stories ever since I could
hold a pencil and I still have a copy of the medieval romance I wrote,
longhand and in felt tip pen, when I was 14.
I live in England and love to travel to European cities which are
steeped in history and romance. Venice, Dubrovnik and Vienna are among
my favourites. I am a teacher, married to a lovely man and mum to two
grown up children.
I write in a variety of genre including historical romance, paranormal
romance and erotic romantic suspense. I also enjoy the occasional foray
into horror and thriller writing.
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More from Jane Godman on Love Reading Romance:
Creepily Ever After by Jane Godman - Guest Post
Legacy of Darkness by Jane Godman - Book Review
Writing Love Stories with a Dash of Horror by Jane Godman - Guest Post