Awaken, My Love

"Awaken, My Love provides a refreshingly funny commentary on the time-travel genre. Elaine’s trials regarding chamber pots, makeshift maxi pads, and social sensibilities like unshaven legs underline such astounding oversights in other books that readers may never again be able to accept a sloppily written, unrealistic experience of waking up in another century." –The Romance Reader

"The plot is original, and highly intriguing. The sex is burning but is written with such tasteful flair it will have you wishing the love of your life would whisper some of the incredibly erotic words that Charles whispers to Elaine." –All About Romance *Desert Isle Keeper*

"Robin Schone makes her debut with an erotic time-travel romance that is brimming over with sexuality...For a sizzling night's read Awaken, My Love fits the bill." –RT Book Reviews

I WANT TO SATISFY YOU...

Thirty-nine-year-old Elaine Metcliffe awakens in another century ... inside another woman's body ... married to a virile 19th century English baron who is a far cry from her own 20th century husband. Bent on seducing the resentful young bride he believes her to be, Charles tempts Elaine with erotic pleasures she has only read about. But fending off a handsome nobleman who is tutored in sexual Tantrics is the least of her worries. Just when she is beginning to adapt to life sans tampons and Häagen-Dazs ice-cream, the owner of Elaine's beautiful new body delivers a note: she wants her body back ...


AWAKEN, MY LOVE EXCERPT:

"Turn the page ..."

Elaine turned the page, unable to resist either the lord or herself.

The little Indian maiden perched above the darker skinned man, her left knee by his right hip, her right hip raised with the leg bent at the knee, supporting foot resting by his right rib cage. The maiden's left hand grasped the root of the man's large penis; The ruby head pierced the rouged nether lips. Several pearl drops lined the thick stalk. The fingers on the Indian man's right hand plucked at the maiden's elongated nipple. The forefinger on the man's left hand teased the top of the maiden's rouged nether-lips.

Elaine's left shoulder, which had initially been abandoned so that the lord might turn the pages, was again encompassed in his heat; his left hand briefly rested on her upper abdomen before crawling the distance to her right breast. He cupped it through the clinging nightgown.

Her nipple hardened to the point of pain. The long, thick finger on his right hand that had measured her again and again found the seam between her legs and plunged in between. A low groan erupted from her throat. She convulsively pinched the edge of the thick paper, insensible of the potential damage to the hand-painted illustration.

"Sssh. Relax … God, you're hot down here!"

The finger commenced a gentle seesawing motion, sliding down to her place of entrance, then sliding back up to where sensation crackled and sizzled.

"Hot and wet. Kama salila. You flow for me. I can feel it all the way through the silk."

Elaine closed her eyes against the building surge of electricity. Don't talk anymore, she thought frantically, don't disturb the fantasy. Her fantasies don't talk, not at this point, action—all she wanted was action… .

The finger rimmed the opening to her body, going round and round.

Elaine remembered a company party when one of the new female junior executives had gotten inebriated. So had the vice-president, though whether it had been on alcohol or the pretty young female remained uncertain. The junior executive and the vice-president had decided to ascertain the quality of the restaurant's glassware. Dipping a finger into her near-empty glass of wine, the junior executive had proceeded to run the wine-doused finger round and round the glass rim.

The crystal had sung.

As Elaine's body sang now. She could feel herself expanding, opening.