Equação do romance de Enid: Jane Austen + sexo escaldante / Enid Wilson new novel equation: Jane Austen + steamy sex

Tal como mencionei no post anterior, hoje o 'Cão' está muito contente porque tem uma escritora convidade, Enid Wilson, da Austrália, e que apresenta aqui o seu último romance Fire and Cross.

Thanks Ana for hosting me today. I read some steamy posts on this blog and suggested to Ana that I would write about steamy Darcy.

I love Pride and Prejudice. About three years ago, I came across some steamy Pride and Prejudice fan fiction. Since then, I just couldn’t stay away from them. From a vivid reader to an obsessed writer, I’ve put my beloved Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet in many what-if scenarios. Martian Darcy, foul-mouthed Darcy, Dragon Darcy and so on. It was a fun ride.

One thing I haven’t tried before is writing a mystery. So I’m happy that I completed Fire and Cross, Pride and Prejudice with a steamy mystery twist:

The combination of a lethal blaze and a garnet cross have ensured that ever since he was a boy, Fitzwilliam Darcy’s future is promised to an unknown lady.

With danger looming from a suspected spy, and with murder close at hand, will Mr. Darcy cross paths with Elizabeth Bennet and win her affections? Mr. Darcy’s journey to overcome his pride and find eternal love in Pride and Prejudice takes on a mysterious twist.

This sexy what-if story, told from Darcy’s viewpoint, explores the demands of family members and other involved parties.

Below is an excerpt from Fire and Cross right after Mr. Darcy, my hot and steamy one, engaged to Miss Elizabeth Bennet:

Mr. Darcy sat down once again, very close to her, and pulled her hands into his again. “Miss Bennet, it is my greatest honour and pleasure to have you as my wife.”

She opened her mouth to say something but he was so happy that he could express himself as only a young man violently in love could. He lowered his head and kissed her.

Her lips were soft and tender. She tasted of tea and lavender. The delectable scent stirred him. Turning his head slightly, he touched her lips with his own. He felt her gasp slightly and heard her release a low moan.

His hands let go of hers and wandered to her waist. Pulling her closer to him, he could feel her lush bosom pressed onto his hard chest. He groaned in ecstasy as her soft form cleaved to his masculine shape. He put his mouth to her delicious earlobe and nibbled at her neck.

As he lowered his head to breathe in the aroma of her bosom, he would have pushed down the sleeves of her elegant evening gown had she not seized his hair.

The pull on his head startled him. He raised his eyes to her face and breathed deeply to calm himself. She had her eyes closed and her head rested on the chaise. How he wanted to teach her the pleasure of union! But he remembered her father’s words: Mr. Bennet was waiting for them to return to Longbourn.

Well, what do you think of this steamy Darcy? Tell me how dreamy you want your Mr. Darcy to act?

Thanks again Ana for hosting me today. I’m delighted to give out an ebook of Fire and Cross in pdf format and a lovely souvenir to one lucky reader. Please head over to http://www.enidwilson.com/ and register for news and leave a comment here. Warning: The novel and my site contain explicit adult content.

Contest is open to worldwide readers.

 Big hugs from rainy Sydney, Enid.

Enid fez questão de apresentar o excerto de Fire and Cross (tradução: Fogo e Cruz) acima apresentado traduzido para português. A tradução foi enviada por Enid e está em português do Brasil.

A acção ocorre logo após o noivado do sensual e escaldante Sr. Darcy com a jovem Elizabeth Bennet:
O Sr. Darcy sentou-se mais uma vez, muito próximo dela, e segurou novamente suas mãos. “Menina Bennet, tenho a maior honra e prazer em tê-la como minha esposa.”

Ela abriu a boca para dizer algo, mas ele estava tão feliz por se expressar como somente um jovem violentamente apaixonado poderia. Ele baixou a cabeça e a beijou.

Os lábios dela eram suaves e macios. Ela tinha sabor a chá e a lavanda. O odor delicioso o estimulou. Virando o rosto levemente, ele tocou os lábios dela com os seus. Ele sentiu um leve suspiro dela e depois ouviu um leve gemido.

Suas mãos soltaram as dela e desceram até a cintura. Puxando-a para mais perto, ele pôde sentir os seios exuberantes contra o seu peito rijo. Ele murmurou em êxtase quando o corpo suave dela se juntou à sua forma masculina. Ele levou a boca ao delicado lóbulo da orelha dela e deu uma mordidela em seu pescoço.

Conforme ele baixava o rosto para sentir o cheiro dos seios dela, ele teria-lhe despido o elegante vestido de noite se ela não tivesse agarrado seus cabelos.

O puxão o assustou. Ele elevou os olhos para o rosto dela e respirou profundamente para se acalmar. Ela estava de olhos fechados e sua cabeça se apoiava na chaise longue. Como ele queria ensiná-la o prazer da união! Mas ele lembrou-se das palavras do pai dela: o Sr. Bennet aguardava seu retorno a Longbourn.

Caros leitores, podem saber mais no site da Enid, em http://www.enidwilson.com e se se registarem podem receber uma lembrança da Austrália e este livro em formato .pdf.

Quanto a mim, agradeço à Enid o entusiasmo e a simpatia com que me contactou e gostei da sua visita virtual.

Thank you Enid for your enthusiasm and liking. It was my pleasure to have you writting for "The Dog who ate the Book" :)

Good luck with your book.

And we will always have Jane Austen. :))))