Swinging and Swapping with A Midsummer Night’s Delights

Imagine a young couple initiated into a world of sexual experimentation, swapping, naughty games, and group encounters beyond their wildest dreams…
No, it’s not an episode of the TV show Swingtown, it’s the premise of my HOT new historical, A Midsummer Night’s Delights. (It's available today in ebook format.)

In my newest novella, Annabelle and Julian are inexperienced newlyweds who aren’t connecting - in any way. But all that changes when they’re invited to a Midsummer Ball. Their unconventional hosts introduce them to sexual delights and erotic pleasures that break all boundaries.

Although there’s lots of sex (including same-sex encounters, groups, and the "anything goes" ball), the story is about more than Annabelle & Julian’s sexploits. Through the course of the book they learn how to open up to each other (emotionally and physically) and develop a deep connection that brings their marriage to a new level of intimacy.

So how did this book come about? One day, the opening scene popped into my head. After I thought about the characters and their plight for a while, I knew I wanted to take Julian and Annabelle on a wild ride. At first, I wasn’t exactly sure how to transition them from a repressed, uptight couple to sexually liberated individuals who have no qualms about stripping down and taking part in an orgy.

To solve this problem, I take the reader along on the journey and show, bit by bit, how Julian and Annabelle are slowly seduced into letting go of their inhibitions. I hope my readers enjoy their adventures as much as I enjoyed writing about them!

I’ve been asked if there will be a sequel. It’s very likely, (after all, A Most Unusual Princess spawned two sequels!) because I’ve left that (swinging) door open at the end of the book. For now though, Julian and Annabelle are off creating their own fun - and that’s just the way it should be.
I’ve included two excerpts. Enjoy!
Kelli

Excerpt 1:
"Now, ladies, it’s unfair for you to see us nude without returning the favor. Dresses off," Vincent said. "Annabelle, I’ll ready you. Julian will tend to Sabrina."

She turned around and let Vincent unbutton her dress. Her mind swirled as he caressed her breasts through her chemise. Part of her wanted to protest, but another part of her gave in to the thrill. Sabrina wanted her to play games tonight. Why shouldn’t she enjoy herself?

After a moment, her nervousness faded and was replaced with an urgent need to be touched. She arched her head as Vincent unfastened her chemise and eased it down her legs. Her nipples perked to attention, and she squealed as Vincent pinched them between his fingers.

"Very good, my lovely," he whispered as he slid his hands down her ribs and around her buttocks. "You’re like a peach—soft, supple and sweet."

Vincent’s hands slipped between her thighs. A second later, his long fingers were inside her, probing and exploring her slick opening. She bit back a moan and leaned against him for support as he stroked her…

Excerpt 2:
…Julian pressed his eyelids shut. His heart hammered so fast it felt like it would burst. His penis ached and pulsed, burning with a raging need. He slipped his hand into his breeches and stroked himself. Vincent’s words swirled through his mind. Could he, should he, go into the bedchamber and take part in this wild sexual game?

Lord knew he wanted to. His body was ready…but the thought of taking charge and mounting Annabelle in front of another couple scared him. What if they mocked him or told someone what he’d done?

And how had Annabelle been convinced to do these things with another woman? Until today, she’d seemed so proper and innocent. Had she been waiting for him to unleash this lustful side of her?

He opened his eyes and glanced at the wall separating the two bedrooms. Everything was quiet in the other room. Annabelle wasn’t making whimpering sounds anymore. What was going on in there?

He peeked in and saw Vincent kneeling on the foot of the bed, naked. Sabrina was on her hands and knees, sucking his rod. Her long black hair was draped over her far shoulder, allowing him a view of her large breasts. Vincent groaned and looked toward the peephole. He winked and gestured for him to come join them.

Where was Annabelle?

He moved to the right and saw her lying near the head of the bed, her hands working the phallus between her parted legs. He bit his bottom lip and turned away. Is this what he’d become? Some kind of twisted pervert who lurked in rooms and watched people screw, too afraid to take action?

No. Watching might arouse him, and self-manipulation might ease his discomfort, but his need wouldn’t be sated until he screwed someone…
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