Today’s post is by Jillian Stone, author the Phaeton Black, Paranormal Investigator series published by Kensington Brava. It’s super sexy steampunk and the third book in the series, THE MISS EDUCATION OF DR. EXETER, has just been released. Jillian is on tour to celebrate this release and is offering a tour-wide giveaway of a steampunk necklace. She’s written an extremely steamy scene for us so make sure you’re ready for mature content before proceeding! And enjoy the post!
“What exactly is a superior moon?” Mia asked, untying her cloak and letting it drop to the ground.
Jason Exeter stood on a rise overlooking the Thames. The river sparkled from the light of the moon at perigee. “A superior moon or supermoon occurs but once a year, when the moon is closest to the earth––much larger and brighter than an average full moon, he explained. The fact that this moon happens on the summer solstice is a cosmic coincidence of great importance.”
“The brightest moon on the longest day.” Mia spread her cloak on the cool grass, and leaned back on her elbows to star gaze. “Mr. Ping says that a magic moment will occur at 3:32 a.m. but he did not specify exactly what will happen, in fact he was rather mysterious about this rare confluence of moon and earth.”
She scanned the skies, as he explained. “Many cultures associate the solstice with increased fertility, while others believe the superior moon has certain effects on people’s behavior, even though there is no scientific evidence to prove it. I have never personally felt the effects but I know someone who seems more agitated, more feline every time there is a full moon.” Exeter’s gaze moved from the river to her. “How are you feeling, Mia?”
“She is near.” Mia clawed at her gown. The tingling sensation and urges were back, and the sense that her body was not entirely her own. These unexpected shifts to a feline creature had come upon her rather suddenly last year. And her brave and handsome husband had preformed duties far above and beyond the natural world to bring her through this frightening period of transformation. “I get the feeling you and Ping are plotting something.” Mia’s eyes glowed, and her pupils narrowed into suspicious slits.
She now had Exeter’s full attention.
“Do you need me to undress you?” He lowered to his haunches. “Turn around, love.” She moved her back to him. “Please assure me you will not run off––for as lovely as you are without a stitch on––I would not want the neighbors to view my beautiful wife in the nude . . . again.”
“I often have no control over her . . . she’s—” Mia shifted away and he pulled her back. Gentle fingers loosened the strings of her corset.
His exhale wafted over skin moist with perspiration. “Ping believes the cat will speak to me tonight––I may hear her voice for the first time.” His knuckles brushed against the flesh of her back, causing a shiver she failed to conceal. They had been married less than a year––and his touch still sent a tremble through her, as though it were the first time he caressed her bare skin.
She disrobed and left nothing on. Any clothes on her body would end up in tatters. The evening chill was soothing, even sensuous. She lay back as a gentle wind hardened her nipples and prickled her skin.
Exeter would not touch her now, she was too close to shift. It was too dangerous. He had been scratched and bitten more than once. “Touch yourself, Mia” And she imagined his fingers . . . there.
The shift was instantaneous. Painless.
The sleek black panther stretched, and languidly moved off toward the river. The water rippled with a deep green luminescence––no doubt due the brightness of the evening sky. The cat hesitated––one front paw off the ground as the magnificent, full moon rose above the tree line.
She looked back at Exeter. Slowly she returned to him. Women are like the moon––beautiful––something to be adored, praised––and loved.
This was a new voice he heard in his head. Mia often spoke to him telepathically in cat form, but he had never actually heard the panther’s voice. Exeter sat up straight. What was he to make of the cat’s speech? I love Mia, body and soul, with all my heart.
Aaaaah, but does she feel adored? The cat licked a paw and rubbed her face.
Exeter stared. Of course he had told Mia he loved her––hadn’t he? Well, perhaps not in so many words. Truth be told, he had been rather busy of late, moving back and forth between London and Boston. Mia had college, and she was doing brilliantly. She had all the makings of a fine, compassionate physician. Deep in thought, Exeter rubbed the stubble on his chin. Perhaps they had drifted apart, some.
He gaze returned to the green-eyed panther. What would you have me do?
Bring her back with your words, alone.
He stretched out on the grass, beside Mia the cat, and spoke softly. “…I awoke before you this morning. As most mornings, I often watch you in your sleep––the rise and fall of your breasts as you breathe––the pale sunshine on peach colored cheeks. When I can stand it no longer I pull you close and nuzzle, hoping to wake you gently, for a hint of smile, to feel your lips on mine.”
The cat nuzzled back.
“In those quiet, moments, I yearn for you to wake. And when your eyes flutter open, I am enthralled, for I know I will spend another day with my dear wife––who is both my friend and my lover.” The cat rose and collapsed into his arms. “Mia, I love and adore you with all my heart.”
She slowly shifted back––claws to fingernails, whiskers to nose, sleek black fur to pale ivory skin. Her arms moved around his neck and she pulled him down. As his lips met hers, she whispered. “Make love to me, Exeter––I’ve heard quite enough!”
Thank you so much for stopping by on your blog tour, Jillian! For more of Jillian’s tour, check out the other stops by clicking on the banner below.
More about THE MISS EDUCTATION OF DR. EXETER:
Plunge deeper into the curious world of the deadly Nightshades.
The Moonstone is having a destabilizing effect on the time/space membrane leaving Phaeton trapped in a parallel mirror world where everything is opposite or upside down, yet oddly the same. He is held captive by Domina Valour and tested sorely in this darkly sensual third episode of the Phaeton Black series.
Gaspar Sinclair can’t go after Phaeton. His physical body is unraveling before everyone’s eyes. America Jones is large with child, but only she has the preternatural ability to locate Phaeton and bring him back. And Doctor Exeter’s beautiful charge, Mia, has her claws in him. Quite literally.
To accomplish Phaeton’s rescue, the doctor must let loose forces he hasn’t the foggiest clue how to control, including his attraction to Mia.
While in the dimension of magnetic opposites, the doctor and Miss Jones attempt to reverse polarity to retrieve Phaeton and stop Gaspar from unraveling. Can America and Phaeton find a way to return together, or will this final test rip them apart forever?
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In 2010, Jillian won the RWA Golden Heart for An Affair with Mr. Kennedy and went from no agent or publisher to signing with Richard Curtis and being offered a three book contract by Pocket Books. That summer, she also won the erotica category of the 2010 Romance Through the Ages contest for The Seduction of Phaeton Black and was offered a three book contract by Kensington Brava. Needless to say, she has been busy writing books this past year and a half! Jillian lives in Southern California.