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I am again taking a snippet from my upcoming book, The Artist. This book has been accepted for publication and is in the process of being edited. The expected publication date is August 8. This is an historical erotic romance, based in England in the 1850s. Theodore (Theo for short) is the son of a Viscount, but has rejected the life of an aristocrat to live as a rather bohemian artist. He has an eye for pretty girls, whom he likes to paint in the nude. Lizzie is a poor village girl who made a disastrous marriage, from which she has fled, and is destitute. When Theo asks her to be his artist’s model, she swallows her natural modesty and accepts. Theo is very attracted to Lizzie, but, so far, he has managed to restrain himself, for fear of frightening her away.
He placed the sandwich on a plate in front of her and could see her eyes light up at the sight of the food.
“Get that down you, you look hungry. I’ve some apples if you want one afterwards. Mrs Jones is back tomorrow, so there will be some proper food again, but sandwiches are the limit of my culinary skills.”
Lizzie had no idea what culinary skills meant, but she didn’t bother to ask, just began to wolf down the thickly cut sandwich, and did not stop until she had cleared every last crumb from the plate.
Theo found her wolfing of the food attractive, unlike the mincing, delicate ways of Society, with their china plates, and their delicate handling of the implements in their hands, eating their food with as much enjoyment as if they were eating something unpleasant. He much preferred the satisfying of an appetite as a basic, primitive action, without pretence and affectation. He wondered if the girl would attack his cock with as much gusto and despite having tossed himself off earlier until his hand ached, he felt the familiar twitches of desire rush to his cock and, seemingly, bypassing his brain.
Lizzie perhaps recognized the subconscious signals that Theo’s pheromones were emitting, for she jumped up from the table.
“I’d best go and get ready, Sir.”
So, it appears that there is sexual tension between them, but held at bay by Theo’s fears of losing his model, and Lizzie’s natural modesty. Whose resolve will weaken first? I hope that this more explicit snippet is not offensive to some of you, but I wanted to demonstrate the effort that Theo, a man with a high libido, is making, not to leap on Lizzie and ravish her. And if he did, would she welcome it or run from him?
If you wish to read previous excerpts of this book, links are below.
Not having a cover photo to show you, I will again illustrate this with the picture I used last week, which I found online, and which looks very much like I described Lizzie, with long, red hair.