"Unforgettable Lovers" Day 5: Featuring Beth Trissel, Chantel Rhondeau, and Jessica Nicholls





Welcome! This is the fifth post in the "Unforgettable Lovers" Multi-author Event. I'm featuring three more authors today. Each author's chosen POV  (point of view) character will tell what, in his or her opinion, makes someone an unforgettable lover. I personally love to get an intimate view of the characters.

Today, I'm featuring books and POV characters by Beth Trissel, Chantel Rhondeau, and Jessica Nicholls. Don't forget to leave a comment with your email address. One lucky commenter will receive a copy of their book of choice from ALL books featured throughout the "Unforgettable Lovers" Blog Party!! Every time you comment on an "Unforgettable Lovers" post, your name is added an additional time for more chances to win :-)



Enjoy!!





Book Title: Traitor's Legacy
Historical Romance Novel
Journey back to the drama, intrigue, and romance of the American Revolution, where spies can be anyone and trust may prove deadly.

Blurb: 1781. On opposite sides of the War of Independence, British Captain Jacob Vaughan and Claire Monroe find themselves thrust together by chance and expediency. 

Captain Vaughan comes to a stately North Carolina manor to catch a spy. Instead, he finds himself in bedlam: the head of the household is an old man ravaged by madness, the one sane male of the family is the very man he is hunting, and the household is overseen by his beguiling sister Claire. 


Torn between duty, love, and allegiances, yearning desperately for peace, will Captain Vaughan and Claire Monroe forge a peace of their own against the vagaries of war and the betrayal of false friends.~


Snippet from Love Scene:
He nuzzled her ear. “I adore you, and have from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“The second moment,” she said breathlessly. “Being vexed with me at the first.”
“Must you argue everything I say?” Covering her lips, he settled the debate with a kiss tender, yet heated with the passion surging inside him. If he were a forge, he could meld white hot iron into steel.~

Scene: British Dragoon Captain Jacob Vaughan decides if he truly wants Patriot Claire Monroe while at her North Carolina Manor Home, Thornton Hall:

     For a reluctant spy, Claire was a natural, and what a boon to gain an inside informant. This should speed the process. If only Vaughan didn’t wish it would take at least a few precious days for Claire to decipher the message. Most disturbing how swiftly he was coming under her spell, and she didn’t even realize she’d woven one.
     Besting Claire at this game, if that’s what it had become, held scant joy for him, though he admitted to being intrigued. He also enjoyed a good riddle, but doubted she’d be of a forgiving bent when she learned he’d deceived her. He must broach the matter delicately.
     Failing in his mission wasn’t an option Vaughan was willing to contemplate, but enticing her to fall in love with him? Now, that held sublime possibilities. And perhaps, ultimately, her heart. 
     A sobering thought. Apart from his adoring sisters, he’d never been entrusted with a woman’s heart. And if he fell in battle, the girls would come to terms with his loss. But what of Claire, did he really want her to care for him?
     He slid the buff-colored leather swordbelt from around his shoulder and laid it and his saber on the high-backed wooden settle positioned against one wall. His cross-belt of the same hue with the black cartridge box soon followed. The wallpaper behind the furniture was covered with roses streaked crimson and white, like the stain of blood in the snow. And he’d witnessed that.
     His eye fell on the distinctive helmet laid on a corner table. Mrs. Jenner must have ordered it brought up here. How many battles had his faithful headgear seen him through?
     Too many.
     Unbuttoning his coat, he folded the red, white-faced  uniform beside his blade and carefully weighed what he was undertaking. He unknotted the scarlet sash and removed his white waistcoat. He’d only just met Claire, and under the most unusual circumstances, but in war there wasn’t the opportunity to linger over decisions. He untied the gorget at his throat, shining in the light, and added it to the growing pile.
     How often he made life and death choices, sometimes on a daily, even hourly basis. In the blink of an eye. And not only for himself but those under his command. He’d learned to seize the moment, to trust his gut instinct.
    Unbuckling his black neck stock, he tossed it aside and asked himself, did he want Claire? He’d already suffered acutely for the sake of one woman. Was he truly ready to undertake that risk for another?
     He stripped off his shirt. Yes. When it came to Claire, the die was already cast.~ 






Blurb
Imprisoned for murders he didn’t commit, Max Kensington is exonerated after eight years when a new witness steps forward. He returns to his hometown and no one’s happy to see him, least of all his ex-fiancée, Rosemary Spelling.

Max’s return forces Rose to confront her feelings about the past. The day he killed her sister ruined Rose’s life, destroying her family and landing her mother in a mental institution.

When someone leaves a bloody threat on Rose’s porch, the police jump to conclusions, assuming Max is after revenge. Rose isn’t so sure. She begins questioning Max’s guilt, wondering if someone is trying to cover up what really happened to her sister.

All Max wants is his life back and a chance to regain Rose’s love. To get that, he has to catch the killer. His obsessive need for justice drives his actions, but the murderer seems a step ahead. When new bodies surface, evidence points to Max as the culprit. Now he could lose everything when the killer zeroes in on a new target…Rose.

“Exciting cat-and-mouse mystery full of surprising twists and scorching second chances.” ~ Rachelle Ayala – Romantic Suspense Author

Max Kensington from Murderous Lies
A good lover? Hell, I’ve been in prison so long, I pretty much forgot what that was like. It was always the best with Rosemary, though. True, we were teenagers and didn’t have much experience, but we were in love. We’re adults now, and I can’t believe how sexy she looks. She makes my pulse race and when we kiss… I think, what makes sex hot is being with the one you love. Everything is exciting then. And it’s forever.

Excerpt
In a near frenzy, she grabbed at the hem of his shirt, ripping it up over his shoulders and tearing it free. After tossing it off the bed, she grabbed her own blouse, stripping it in seconds.

Max chuckled. “This isn’t a race, love, we have all the time we need.”

When his hand touched the bare skin of her back and moved toward the clasp of her bra, Rose moaned again. The heat of him soaked into her skin, and she wanted more of it. She wanted his heat all over. “It’s a race for me,” she whispered. “I need you, Max.”

Max stripped her bra away, smiling down at her rapidly hardening nipples. He bent and took one in his mouth, swirling his thumb and finger around the other.

Shivery pleasure trembled through her and her nipples went rock hard.





Nyx - Goddess of Night from Into the Arms of Morpheus.  

Q. Nyx, or…Nina as you’ve called yourself when in human form, what makes a lover unforgettable? 

A. What makes a lover unforgettable is when they make you forget yourself.  You are so at ease in their arms they make you feel capable of anything.  An unforgettable lover satisfies you in a way no one else could, yet ignites cravings that haunt you forever.  You would withstand a lifetime of loneliness in the dark, just for one night with them.  In my case, it’s a damn good thing I own the night anyway.  

Passage from Into the Arms of Morpheus.  

‘ ‘Nyx, please…’ I cover his mouth with mine, pressing my hands from his lower abdomen all the way up his chest over his shoulders and down his arms, like I’m spreading myself all over him.  He’s consumed by me; my touch sears him with pleasure.  His groans are like those of a mad man drugged, a mad man drunk with lust and love for the woman of his dreams.  
He pushes back up at me, pulling me down to him.  I forget that these mortal bodies need to breathe.  I tear my mouth from Poseidon’s for a moment and I see his blue eyes have changed, they glow with sensuality.  His hand grips the back of my neck and pulls me down to him.  He is hungry, like a wild animal whose meal has been denied too long.’ 

Blurb from Into the Arms of Morpheus. 

Sylvia has always harboured a solitary obsession with Morpheus, the Greek God of Dreams.  She’s brought it with her from her adolescence in a village of Northern England where she grew up, to the university in Manchester where she now studies. 

Nyx is the Goddess of the Night, and has spent the centuries stewing in an ancient, unrequited love.  Not easily pleased, her attention is drawn to a voice chanting its devotion and desire for her, and she seeks the source of it. 

She is not hte only god playing in the realms of men, however.  When the God of Death and Morpheus himself become aware of Sylvia and this new devotee, the stage is set for the gods to secure their worship, or for a mortal to become one of them. 

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Comments

Dariel Raye said…
Welcome to "Unforgettable Lovers" Day 5!!
Thanks so much for including me and Max! Great event!
Dariel Raye said…
Always happy to hang out with you, Chantel :-) Looking forward to the new release box set post!
Unknown said…
Thank you Dariel, It's an honor to be included in this fantastic selection!
Dariel Raye said…
Great to work with you again, Jessica! "Here, Kitty Kitty" was so much fun, you are welcome anytime :-)
Anonymous said…
Agreed - Here Kitty Kitty was an awesome project :) Thanks for the party. Cheers ladies!