Hello everyone, thanks so much for stopping by – you’re in for an excellent treat this week; ) Patricia Knight is the featured guest author (welcome Ms. Knight) – and her newest release Hers to Claim, Book Four in the Verdantian Series is introduced below (be sure to take a peek).
First up, Patricia gives a little insight with a female perspective – take it away, Ms. Knight…
If you have not been watching Outlander on StarZ, and you enjoy a 'braw' male body, please do at some point in the future. This is one of the first mainstream TV producers to film a gorgeous, period story that is also a romance and show the sex from a woman's point of view. What do I mean by sex from the woman's point of view? It is not the stereotypical masterful male arousing an innocent, overwhelmed female and all dissolves into orgasmic bliss.
This wedding is forced by political necessity. The hero is a virgin, and the heroine is an experienced woman who enjoys her sexuality with no excuses. The wedding night begins awkwardly, normal for two strangers forced together, and let’s not even mention the group of drunken Highlanders downstairs in witness to the “consummation.”
As the night progresses, a considerate bridegroom who can laugh at his ignorance and a bride who considers the groom physically and intellectually attractive, find surer footing. Most telling, the camera spends just as much time panning his brawny nude body as it does hers and her interest in his body and sex that satisfies her is not denigrated (the bridegroom even expresses his surprise that women could have an orgasm). I noticed this right off the bat, and I'm not the only one.
Here is the link to the Outlander “Wedding” on YouTube:
I tell ya ... it is dead sexy. I know my husband found it so, too. I mean ... I really KNOW ... and that's all I'm going to say. <smile>
If you have caught my tweets or checked my Pinterest boards, ya'll know how much I enjoy Cinemax's Strike Back. I love the characters, but I also love that it is prime beef cake. There are just as many sculptured nude torsos and buttocks of the hunky men as there are bouncing boobs and g-strings on the women. Several of the episodes miss the "full-monty" by a hair's width. I'm sure Sullivan Stapleton is weary of exposing his nude buttocks. <grin> I'm not.
Here is the link to Sullivan Stapleton and Phillip Winchester talking about their “nude” fight scenes and a clip of the scenes being discussed:
I have been waiting for this for years. Waiting to see films shot from the woman's point of view ... a woman who enjoys looking at a nude male—all of him, thank you very much—and is unapologetic about her enjoyment of the male sex. Outlander and Strike Back do it for me.
Hers to Claim
Book Four in the Verdantian Series
Patricia A Knight
Genre: Adult, Sci/Fi, Fantasy Romance 18+
Publisher: Troll River Publications
Number of pages: 360
Word Count: 90,637
Cover Artist: Skylar Faith
A prince from the Nyth Uchel mountains … a healer from the Oshtech desert …
Scornfully rejected by her desert lover and uncertain of her place in the world, Adonia traveled a perilous road to the fabled mountain-city of Nyth Uchel. She came to heal the sick and dying, but in the arms of highborn prince, Hel, Adonia found the answer to saving herself.
Descended from nobility, once great kings of Verdantia, Hel willingly bore the burden of his dying city and its people on his shoulders. Watching helplessly as a malingering evil attacked the very soil under his feet, he crushed his pride to summon help. He’d been staggered to discover the answer to saving his city and perhaps all Verdantia might lie behind a heavy fall of chocolate hair and shy brown eyes.
As their entire planet faces an encroaching black death, two seemingly disparate individuals forge a partnership of love and sacrifice that will alter their future forever. All of Verdantia will be tested.
Stand alone. Not a cliff-hanger. HEA 360 pages. M/F, Mild D/s themes, light spanking, and an over-sexed but sensitive prince with a hero complex.
Quotes from the book:
Steffania took a breath. Ram cut her off. “No. I don’t share you, Vixen.”
Fear of the unknown almost froze Adonia’s tongue, but she was the obvious answer. She could do this. The opportunity would never present itself again. “I’ll be your partner.”
He would have seduced her into the erotic world his particular carnality demanded and reveled in the passionate response he knew he could draw from her. She would submit to him gladly. The Goddess had created her for it. The woman gloried in serving.
Sadly, his world was not that world any longer. Brutal practicality stripped his relationships of any niceties and turned sex into another duty performed for those who looked to him for protection.
Steffania shook her head in mock sorrow. “I’ve heard it said people never grow up. They merely learn how to behave in front of others.” She leaned over and whispered loudly, “Ramsey has done neither.”
"It’s a delicious contradiction. He is never more wholly mine than when I am under his total control, in complete service to him.”
The small track Adonia rode resembled a game trail more than a byway of commerce. Her horse lunged up the steep, rock-strewn trail. In spite of the increasing difficulty in maneuvering the grade, the constant insults and rude comments volleyed between Ramsey and Hel lifted her foul mood with a growing sense of amusement. She heard the frequent cackle of Steffania’s laughter and her taunting jabs at both men.
“Loyal to you, DeHelios? Ha! Your retainers only stay because they are frozen solid to that block of ice you inhabit. I should relieve your people of the burden of gazing on your flea-infested, hairy face,” said Ram.
“Bring it on, dickless wonder. There aren’t any trees for you to fall out of to give you an advantage. Your wife inspires more fear in me. You aren’t half the man she is.”
“Oh, your death at my hand is all but assured, DeHelios. Only the knowledge it would be pointless stays my sword. The Hound of the Seven Hells would vomit you up as an indigestible hair ball, and I’d be back at square one.”
Adonia pulled her horse up and turned to face the two men. The absurdity of their exchanges had finally pushed her over the top.
At Hel’s irritated, “What?” hilarity welled up inside Adonia until she clutched at her belly and then her horse’s neck to remain seated. She finally abandoned the attempt and simply slid down and lay on her back on the rocky ground, convulsed with laughter. Ramsey a ‘dickless wonder’? Hel an ‘indigestible hairball’?
She registered Ramsey’s, “I don’t know. Something we said?”
She flopped her arm in the air to motion them on and was aware Hel and Ramsey continued past her. When she opened her eyes, she looked up at a mounted Steffania grinning down at her.
“They’re well-matched, don’t you think?” Steffania chuckled. “One might be fooled into thinking they didn’t like each other.”
About the Author
Patricia A. Knight is the pen name for an eternal romantic who lives in Dallas, Texas with her horses, Italian Greyhounds, "Gidget the Rescue Chihuahua"—and the best man on the face of the earth—oh yeah, and the most enormous bullfrogs you will ever see.
Word to the wise: don’t swim in the pool after dark.
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