Today I have Dianne Hartsock visiting with me. She is lovely and wonderful and magnificent and...yes I am graveling because I accidentally forgot to post this last Wednesday. Darn my forgetfulness. Hopefully Dianne can forgive me? *bats lashes*
Anywho she is sharing with us a little about what a Naughty Nursery Rhyme is and about her recent release that falls into this VERY naughty category....
A Naughty Nursery Rhyme
Naughty Nursery Rhyme. Don't you just love that name? Brings to mind delicious decadence and sweet delights and nights of passion.
When I was a child we had a huge book of Mother Goose Rhymes. Loved the pictures. Thought the rhymes were a trifle boring. Little did I know that to my delight they'd become some of my favorite reads!
After indulging in a few of the NNR by my fellow Breathless Press authors, I just had to try my hand at one. But how could I turn one of those silly childish stories into something wonderfully wicked? Which one to pick?
My favorite, Wee Willie Winkie, came to mind.
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Up stairs and down stairs in his night-gown,
Tapping at the window, crying at the lock,
Are the children in their bed, for it's past ten o'clock?
Yes, I snickered at the title but simply couldn't be mean enough to make Willie, well…little down there. Too cruel, even for a very naughty story. So I made him a little shorter than average, but absolutely delectable. My hero Fredrick can't resist Willie's blue eyed, cherubic, irreverent self.
As for why Willie is running through the town in his night-gown… I decided to have my story take place in the 1880's, when men still wore night-gowns. And on this particular night, Willie has slightly more to drink than is good for him, and can't help being especially loud when looking for his lover.
Yes, Fredrick and Willie fall in love. But the question is, will Fredrick be enough for Willie to give up his life of privilege for?
WEE WILLIE WINKIE
For the past three years William Wilkerson has led the life of the privileged rich. Head of his father’s shipping business, Willie indulges in the pleasures of Boston’s fine young men to his heart’s content. That is, until he meets Fredrick,, the one man who has captured his heart , again.
As his former tutor, Fredrick has been declared off limits by William’s father. Fredrick also believes he's beneath the attention of Wilkerson’s heir. Willie disagrees, but is he willing to throw away rank and privilege for the man he loves?
"Please, join me. It's so nice to see you."
At his urging, Fredrick settled into the cushioned booth while William drew the curtains closed once again. "No one cares who's back here, as long as they don't see it," he explained at Fredrick's questioning look. William slipped onto the bench beside him, and without a thought Fredrick clasped the vibrant body to his chest and returned his light kiss. His hold tightened, but William didn't seem to mind. He wound his arms around Fredrick's neck and licked Fredrick's lips, his sweet tongue seeking entrance.
Fredrick laughed, breathless with the need that swept him. He moved his head back, denying the kisses sure to topple the defenses he'd built against this man, and chuckled at William's delectable pout. "You promised not to tease me."
"That was years ago. I made no promises today." William nibbled at his lips but eased away when Fredrick resisted. Fredrick kept his hands on his slim waist, reluctant to let him go. Memories stirred at the slide of silk under his fingers, images of cool sheets and creamy skin. He longed to run his tongue down the exposed flesh of William's chest, revisit the delights he'd enjoyed, once upon a time.
"How is the Lord Wilkerson these days?" he asked instead, throwing that barrier between them. A shutter seemed to close on William's eyes; his gaze became less warm. In sudden panic, Fredrick took hold of William's hand and kissed his fingers, afraid William would walk away. "Forgive me. This is hard for me."
He trembled when William ran his hand over Fredrick's curls, tangled fingers in his hair. "For me as well, darling. I had no idea you lived in Boston."
"Or you would have stayed away?" Fredrick regretted the jealous words the instant they left his lips and looked aside to hide the blush he knew reddened his face. He always played the fool with William.
William sat up, straightened his blouse. "My father's been ill for some time. I've taken control of the shipping portion of the estate and come in from time to time to check the wares from the Orient. We've had some damaged goods recently, but my presence at the docks seems to deter clumsiness."
"Of course." Fredrick chewed his lips as he searched for something to say, his heart heavy.
William touched his chin, turning his face. His eyes were kind. "And what is my former professor doing in this wild town?"
Fredrick shrugged, not about to tell him he'd run as far from William as he could when Lord Wilkerson had humiliated and dismissed him. "I've been tutoring Lord Anadaile's daughter."
"For truth? That must be hell on earth. A more spoiled child I've yet to meet."
"She has a good heart, but this position is soon over anyway. Cynthia comes of age next month with her debutant party in June. No need for me after that."
A laugh at the far end of the room caught their attention. As if recalling his state of undress, William buttoned his blouse and tucked it into the tight blue trousers. Fredrick groaned inwardly as he recalled doing similar service for William after an afternoon spent undressing him.
William gave him a brilliant smile as if sharing the memory. White teeth nibbled a plump lip. "Will you have a drink with me at the club?"
Longing almost overcame discretion, but the barrier of their positions couldn't be ignored, by either side. "Forgive me. I'm not dressed appropriately for your friends."
William's beautiful eyes widened as if seeing the frayed brown suit he wore for the first time. Fredrick's heart warmed. William had the fine trait of seeing a man behind his outward trappings. Rank held little interest for him.
He watched in fascination as a blush tinted William's porcelain cheeks. William stared at his clasped hand, and his words started an ache in Fredrick's chest. "Damn convention, and society can go to hell. I've missed you, Freddie. I want to see you. Not at the club and not here." A flirtatious glance. "Can't bring scandal to my favorite tutor."
"It's better we don't—"
"Probably." William stood from the bench, then bent and kissed Fredrick full on the mouth. A sweet tongue slid passed his lips to tangle with his, tasting and teasing. Caught unawares, Fredrick opened to him, drowned in memories of sultry afternoons, bodies twined. William's scent surrounded him, spiced with tobacco and whiskey and expensive cologne. Underneath, the heady fragrance of heated skin.
Fredrick groaned as lust swamped his defenses; his cock swelled to life for its lover, ached for the touch it had missed for too many lonely nights. He returned William's kiss with fervor, forgetting where they were, his position, everything but the need to taste again this man he loved with all his being.
William broke off their kiss and leaned against the table, his chest heaving. They stared at it each other while Fredrick caught his breath. Dearest Lord! William stood before him, everything he desired in life, intelligent and beautiful. His full lips glistened with their kiss. Mine! Fredrick's heart broke while agony twisted in his gut. He had nothing to offer the eldest son of one of New England's finest families. He'd known that three years ago. Nothing had changed his circumstances.
William had always been able to read him, and he set his pretty lips in a firm line. "I'm in Boston through the week. I want to see you, Freddie. Please don't be cruel. Meet me at the pier in two hours."
His protest went unheard. With a flash of anger in his hazel eyes, William threw open the curtains and left him sitting there.