Monday, February 8, 2016

Warrior's Vengeance - New Cover Reveal



I'm very excited to share the sexy new cover for Warrior's Vengeance, Book 2 in The Medieval Warrior's Legends series. This book was first released in 2012, and tells the tale of Marissa Langley, daughter of Royce and Gillian from Warrior's Possession. Marissa finds herself in a bit of a predicament when her father's enemy takes her captive in revenge against her father. Ian MacCallum has vowed to destroy The Panther for the murder of his wife and son, and what better way than to make The Panther's daughter his slave? Of course, things aren't always as they seem, and during the course of her captivity, Marissa learns quite a bit about her father, herself and Ian.

Pre-order and release information will be coming in the next couple of weeks - and the best part is that, like the other books in The Medieval Warrior's Legends, the price for Warrior's Vengeance is much lower than when the book was initially released.

I do have to include a warning about this book – it contains scenes of forced seduction, and Ian, in his quest for revenge, acts a bit un-heroically at times. His anger and grief over his loss drive his actions, but Marissa teaches him to get past that and see the truth. Not that their journey is an easy one – Marissa endures cruelty at Ian's hands – he even shares her with his clansman Jamie (though she's not really complaining *wink, wink*), but when others threaten her, Ian is there to protect her as he grows to care for her more and more each passing day.

Here's the cover – isn't it lovely? I really had a lot of fun making this cover, and I'm getting better with each one. The advice and feedback from my very special critique partners are definitely helping my skills in that area. Personally, I think the pose really conveys the dramatic nature of Ian and Marissa's relationship. What do you think?




Here's the blurb and a little teaser from Warrior's Vengeance:

** Taken by her Enemy, She Soon Craves her Captor's Ruthless Passion **

Near the Scottish border during the reign of Edward I, Marissa Langley, daughter of a powerful English earl is captured by a band of marauding Scotsmen. Completely at their mercy, she is desperate to escape. When the leader of the group saves her from certain rape, she believes she will be freed.

But Ian MacCallum is no savior. He takes her for his own, seduces her then makes her his slave. Her collar and chains are part of his vengeance on her father—the man Ian claims is responsible for the death of his beloved wife and son.

But her immediate death is not Ian’s plan. He subjects her to daily suffering and punishments and goes so far as sharing her with another clansman. Yet, her spirit will not be broken. He finds himself drawn to that core of strength within her; finding it most exquisite as it cannot be violated.

When danger from within his clan threatens her, Ian protects her, discovering at the same time that he does not want to lose her, ever.

Marissa makes her own discovery: she comes to crave Ian’s torturous touch. When she learns the source of his hatred, she is certain he is wrong. Her father would not commit such atrocities. She waits for the moment when she can escape and prove her father’s innocence. But that would mean leaving Ian when she is no longer sure she wants to be free.

Includes: Bondage, collars, forced seduction, spanking, multiple partners and so much more!

Here's the excerpt – warning: NSFW!
Marissa's fear left her frozen standing near the bed when the chamber door opened. Ian strode in, followed by his clansman. Jamie turned to bar the door as Ian walked over.


"Remove the dress." The softer man who had kissed and held her tenderly earlier had vanished.



She swallowed past the lump in her fuzzy and dry throat. "Am I to be punished now, then?" She glanced at Jamie, who now stood beside Ian, hands on his hips.



The two men could almost be brothers, adorned in their kilts, dark wavy hair falling to their shoulders, neat beards that highlighted strong jaws. Dark flashing eyes that seemed to see right into her soul. Knowing she would be at their mercy tonight both excited and frightened her. Ian still meant to punish her, of that she was sure, but what role would Jamie play in the event? Still, the idea of both of them touching her, taking her, as they had done before, set off tremors of eagerness she couldn't deny. Keeping it concealed from the two men became a struggle, but she could at least be honest with herself, no matter what she told them.



"'Tis not your place to question. Remove the dress, or I'll remove it for you."



She sighed, reaching behind to undo the laces that kept the garment tied around her neck. Her fingers brushed the metal collar, and a renewed flash of annoyance at its meaning stirred. She glanced at Ian, who stood watching, waiting, his arms folded. How she longed to let loose her frustrated irritation, but didn't dare. Not with the two of them standing over her. Chained and unarmed, she stood no chance of besting them.



Laces freed, the rough gray wool slipped off her body, leaving her bared before them. She lifted her chin. The delight sparking in their eager gazes suffused her with pride. They found her attractive. They wanted her. Despite her situation, the heady sensation of that knowledge spurred her excitement.



Her nipples hardened in the cool air, and a moment of embarrassment washed over her. She fought the urge to cover herself with her arms, as she probably should. Instead, she issued a silent challenge with her eyes, and a hint of a smile.



"Ian, the lass is bold," Jamie finally said, the thickness of his voice starkly evident in the otherwise silent room.



"Aye." Ian's voice, just as husky, revealed his desire as well.



Marissa's heart raced, knowing she was the cause of their lust, and as much as she worried what was yet to come, she knew these two handsome men would give her that glorious pleasure they'd introduced her to. As long as she remained at their mercy, she might as well enjoy it, consequences be damned. There was no escape, but also no need to make her circumstances any more miserable.



"Time for your punishment, lass. Come." Ian turned and whispered something to Jamie, then sat on the bed. He waved her toward him.



Marissa's step landed more hesitantly than she preferred, but she soon stood before Ian. He grabbed her wrist and tugged her down across his lap, his legs pinning hers between them. Jamie took her wrists and held them tightly in his lap. Her hands rested on his kilt, and the hardness there left no question to his reaction to her. A wisp of pleasure ignited in her core.



Each breath shuddered through her as Ian's hand lightly stroked her arse. This she could bear, and would survive, and she relaxed in the hold of the two men. When Ian's hand came down hard on her bottom, she gave a sharp gasp.



The bite of the strike, and the warmth that followed both hurt and thrilled. She hadn't expected the jolt of pain to turn to pleasure, her pussy swelling with the next stinging slap. She jerked against his hold, barely a chance to catch a breath as the next hit landed, and she realized he used both hands now, one sliding between her legs to tease her sex.



"She's wet, Jamie. See?"



Marissa's face heated and she kept her head down when Ian withdrew his hand. She knew he showed it to Jamie and her shame at finding pleasure during such a degrading act brought the sting of tears.



"Aye," said Jamie. His finger under her chin forced her to look up at him, her wrists still held tightly in his other hand. "'Tis nothing to be ashamed of, lass. For some, pain can feel as good as the tenderest caress."



Somehow bolstered by his words, Marissa barely flinched at the next strike, biting her lip to stifle a gasp when Ian's fingers once more found their way to tease her pussy. Jamie's finger ran along her lip, pulling it free of her teeth.



"Dinna hide your cries, lass, we want to hear you."



Thursday, January 21, 2016

Warrior's Possession - New Cover Reveal!



Some exciting news to share today – well, for me at least. :D  the brand new, delicious cover for Warrior's Possession! This updated re-release will be available for pre-order in the coming days. (And don't forget, if you want to get your hands on a set of autographed first edition print copies of all three Medieval Warrior's Legends, head over to GoodReads, where I'm giving away two sets – these print books are very Limited Editions and are not available anymore).

Gillian and Royce are two characters near and dear to my heart, and while I was very excited when Warrior's Possession first hit last summer, I did have some reservations about the cover – I wanted Royce on it, though it wasn't practical to do so at that time. Now that the rights to all three books have reverted, I've gotten the chance to bring both Gillian and Royce to life the way I truly want them to be. This is also the book that's so hot, it fried my friend's Kindle!You can read all about that here: http://giannasimone.blogspot.com/2015/07/warning-so-hot-it-will-fry-your-kindle.html



Here's a bit more about the book, and an excerpt to warm you up on this cold winter's day:

Wed on the king's command, she finds an Unexpected Passion!
Upon her father's death, Lady Gillian Marlowe is ordered by King Edward I to wed Royce Langley, the Earl of Montchester. Worried she is being offered up as little more than a sacrifice in a political game, Gillian is surprised to find herself intrigued by her arrogant and infuriating husband.

Tasked with ridding the border along Wales of rebels who seek to unseat the king, Royce finds subterfuge and secrets everywhere, even with his beautiful wife. Though he only agreed to the marriage because of the king's order, he finds himself both fascinated and incensed by Gillian at every turn. She tries his patience, defies his orders and places herself in danger. To keep her in line, he spanks her, binds her to his bed and dominates and torments her, not only to ensure her submission, but also to coerce her into revealing her secrets. But even that is not enough to subdue her stubborn determination to stand beside him and defend her home and people.

Discovering his wife enjoys the same dark pleasures Royce does stirs more confusion. He has sworn never to fall for a woman's wiles, but his wife captivates him in ways he never expected and she stirs a desire deeper than any he has ever known. Trusting her is another matter, as he fears Gillian may bring about his downfall with her continued secrets, which he views as an attempt to undermine his authority.

The rebel attacks increase and danger lurks everywhere. Gillian falls under suspicion as the traitor, despite her vows of loyalty. Royce must overcome his mistrust and find a way to maintain his possession of Gillian as they battle the enemies both within and without, if there is any hope for them to save each other.

*** Featuring A Kinky Twist on History! Includes male domination, bondage, spanking, anal sex and so much more!

Here's that excerpt:

"I seem to lose patience all too easily when you insist on taking such foolish risks."

Gillian narrowed her eyes. The derision in his tone fueled the defiance she struggled to hold at bay.

"With or without guards, I am capable of defending myself."

The corners of his mouth lifted, accompanied by a muffled laugh. His amusement sent her anger soaring. She turned to leave, unwilling to endure any more of his mockery. As she passed, he grabbed her arm.

"You are very much at ease despite the talk of rebels. How can you defend yourself? With your hawks?"

The disdain with which he tossed the words twisted in Gillian's stomach like a rusted knife. Her skill with a bow and arrow was admired by all her father's men. She had trained hard to prove herself worthy of being her father's heir. She would prove it to the earl as well.

"You know nothing of my abilities." She met his gaze, daring him to question her further.

"True, I do not. But I will know everything about you ere long."

The urge to look away grew, but Gillian resisted. She wouldn't cower before him, though she sensed his words held a more subtle meaning, judging from the heat flaming in his eyes.

"Tell me, Lady Gillian, how would you defend yourself against a horde of Welsh rebels on horses? Your pretty jeweled eating dagger may impress your servants and villagers, but 'twill provoke nothing but laughter from a savage band of murderers."

"I can take a man from his horse at fifty paces with a longbow."

The earl nodded. "Very well, suppose you could take out one, perhaps two men before the others, maybe twice as many as your guards, reached you. Your longbow will do no good at close range. Then what, Lady Gillian? Who will save you then?"

The words to respond eluded her. She looked away, silently cursing his triumph.

"You know nothing of warfare and rebel attacks. I can't help wondering again at your confidence in your safety. Perhaps you're involved more than you say. Perhaps you aided the Welsh during this last war."

Gillian met his steady gaze. A shuttered coolness now replaced the earlier heat.

"I would never..."

"Wouldn't you? Your stepmother has a lover, possibly Welsh. Perhaps you do as well. Perhaps 'tis your 'guard'. Perhaps you intended to meet him tonight and that's why you are so anxious to be rid of me."

The sound of her palm cracking against his cheek echoed through the mews. His head turned slightly under the force of the blow. Tension crackled between them, like lightning during a spring storm. Once again, the birds stirred restlessly in response to the turmoil. A wave of fear dimmed her rage as she realized she had struck her future husband. The king's favorite. She held her breath, waiting for the punishment sure to follow.

"Men have died for less than what you dare."

His voice, low and menacing, terrified her more than if he had shouted. His eyes glittered and his fury smelled of brimstone. She trembled, fright making her knees weak, and she might have fallen had he not grabbed her arm. His grip tightened as he jerked her roughly against him. Only the restless movements of the hawks broke the silence.

Gillian tried to pull free, without success. A brief recollection of his coarse treatment of Anne skittered through her jumbled thoughts, and she tugged again. This time, he pulled her still closer, his other hand cupping the back of her head as his mouth suddenly claimed hers with a punishing kiss.

Fear consuming her, once more she tried to pull away, but his fingers bit into her arm and tightened in her hair. His mouth continued its assault, bruising her lips. She stood in his harsh embrace, her hands coming to rest on his chest, waiting for an opportunity to shove at him. Panic taunted her, but she kept it at bay, determined not to show her terror. At that moment, a strange thing happened.

Her body warmed and a strange feathery delight blossomed in her belly. She found herself responding to the demands of his mouth. The kiss softened, just a little, and a hint of pleasure burst into a decadence she'd never imagined. A strange calm came over her as his lips now moved gently over hers. When he drew away, she found herself disappointed.

He raised his head. No longer did she find fury in his gaze. Instead, flames flickered amid something she did not recognize, something alluring. The remnants of fear rapidly faded, replaced by curiosity. She leaned closer, trying to understand the emotion she read. Her breasts tightened, her gown suddenly confining. She'd never had such a physical reaction to a mere stare. Then again, she'd never been kissed like that before. The few pecks one of her father's men had given her had not stirred anything even remotely similar to the powerful sensations taking over her body now.

To her surprise, the expression on his face softened more. He looked as though he might smile. His grip on her arm loosened, but he didn't release her, instead holding her close with a firm yet gentle grip. His fingers moved along the sensitive underside of her arm and she sucked in a breath at the slither of warmth along her spine.

Enthralled by the heated glow in his golden eyes, Gillian didn't resist. Forgotten was her anger over his arrogant words, her fear he'd demand retribution for her actions. Her sole focus remained on the hold of his gaze and the way the closeness made him seem larger, more powerful. New emotions swelled, confusing her, yet exciting her at the same time. Her heart pounded, and beneath her palms, his heart thumped just as vigorously.

He yanked her more fully against him. His fingers on her chin tilted her head back so she looked into his face. Darkened to a deep amber, his intense gaze warmed. Slowly, he lowered his head and Gillian realized he meant to kiss her again. This time she recognized she wanted him to.

His lips brushed softly, once, twice and then again. She remained motionless when he embraced her. The kiss grew more potent, the pressure of his lips increasing. Unlike the last kiss, this one stirred heat slowly, yet steadily until she thought she might combust. Her body slackened and she melted, returning his kiss.

Excitement surged. Her head swirled with dizzying emotions. The tender way he held her, this warrior knight, exhilarated her. She never wanted the kiss to end.

The tip of his tongue brushed against her lips and her eyes flew open in surprise. His golden eyes, so like her hawk's, met hers. Then his tongue brushed against her lips again, parting them and plunging inside to sweep her mouth. Her knees would have buckled had he not held her. She sighed at the blissful stirrings. A sea of clouds surrounded her, blinding her to everything but his captivating kiss.

Her sex tightened when he deepened the kiss further, his hand brushing across her breast. He cupped her flesh and gave a gentle squeeze. A violent quiver swept over her. She wanted more of this tempting, wicked delight.



**** Stay tuned for more info including pre-order availability and the release date for Warrior's Possession!