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Monday, June 17, 2013

Naughty Nursery Rhymes & A GIVEAWAY with Dianne Hartsock...

Putting the Naughty in a Nursery Rhyme

Intriguing thought, isn't it? Taking a simple childhood rhyme and turning it into something sizzling? When I'd first heard that Naughty Nursery Rhymes were being written, I wasn’t sure what to think. Could it even be done?

Then I read my first one. Heaven help me! It was one of the hottest things I'd ever read, with shifters and sexy bodies and crazy hot love scenes.

So then I felt challenged. If I were to write a Naughty Nursery Rhyme, which one would I use? I thought instantly of Wee Willie Winkie, one of my favorites.

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?

All I could picture was a naughty little boy with an impish grin and a spark of mischief in his eyes. And a nightgown? Made me think of the turn of the century, 1880's.

And that's how my sweet William came to me. A man slightly shorter than average height (hence the name), a mop of blond curls, boyish good looks, with a wicked smile that brought men to their knees. As for him running around in his nightgown crying at the lock, etc.? One night of inebriation and looking for his lover takes care of those lines!

Then of course Willie needed a beautiful, passionate lover to save him from his decadent though very enjoyable ways. Fredrick walks in and steals his heart, but is love enough to keep William happy, or will he go back to his wild bachelor ways?


Tell me what your favorite Nursery Rhyme is in a comment for a chance to win an e-copy of any book on my backlist. Don't forget to leave your contact information and follow this blog!


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?


"Excuse me. Sir?"

Fredrick looked up, distracted from his memory of lush lips and white skin and wide, hazel eyes, and blinked at the stout innkeeper at his elbow. "Yes?"

"If they're disturbing you, I can have Wee Willie take his guest upstairs. Excuse me, I mean Mister Wilkerson." The man broke off, flustered by the slip of the tongue.

Fredrick's heart leaped on hearing the name mentioned. Is William really here? How could that be? The innkeeper coughed, and Fredrick frowned at the intrusion into his thoughts. The man was so damned serious about such a minor indiscretion. "They're no bother. In fact, I'm almost done anyway." He lifted his nearly empty glass. Hearing a shout, they looked over in time to see a young man tumble through the curtains onto the floor. Fredrick caught a glimpse of red hair and an embarrassed cheek before the gentleman crammed a hat on his head and strode passed them, face averted. The innkeeper shrugged and followed, likely to be sure he paid for his drinks.

Fredrick stared at the silk-clad foot still protruding from the parted curtains. He loosened his hold on his glass but had no way to stop the wild hammering of his heart. Before he lost his courage, he stood and swallowed the last of his brandy, then walked the short distance to the booth.

A grin tugged the corner of his mouth at his eagerness. It had been three years, after all, and they'd parted in anger. Would William acknowledge him? His hand trembled as he drew aside the heavy curtain and allowed his gaze to travel up the silky hose to bright blue trousers. Blood heated his face when he found the laces undone at the waist and the silk shirt open to expose white skin and rosebud nipples.

A sigh brought his gaze up to the pretty face that stirred his dreams. Rich brown curls surrounded lovely hazel eyes and full, pouting lips. He groaned when a delighted smile revealed the even, white teeth that had nipped his collarbone on more than one glorious occasion. "Freddie, is it you?"

Dianne Hartsock

I'd like to thank Dianne for joining us today. Don't forget to comment with your email address' and a favorite nursery rhyme to enter.

She'll announce her winner on Thursday June 20th. 

Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~


  1. I guess, I would have to say 2 Live Crews were my favorite nursery rhymes.

    1. Thanks for stopping in, Kamala. I haven't heard that rhyme before. I need to look it up. :)

    2. Kamala, you're my winner! I'll contact you shortly. Thanks for stopping in!

  2. I really like Peter Piper.
    debby236 at gmail dot com

    1. Hi Debby! *grins* I certainly could do somthing with the title. :)

    2. Thanks so much for having me as your guest today, Jennifer! It's always a pleasure to be here.

  3. So many to chose from. Jack N Jill, Little Jack Horner, Hickory Dickory Dock. Many have these interestingly sexual titles now that I'm looking at them! :D

  4. Wee Willie Winkie does lend itself to some storytelling.

    How about: Ding, Dong Bell - Fiddle Dee Dee - Jack Be Nimble - Knick Knack Paddy Whack.

    So many that are most interesting indeed.


  5. I think it would be old King Cole since he was so merry and having fun.

    strive4bst(At) yahoo(Dot) com

  6. I like Hey, Diddle, Diddle, the Cat and the Fiddle.
    Thanks for the giveaway!
    mestith at gmail dot com


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