Saturday, May 14, 2016

Warrior's Wrath is Out Today!




It's Release Day for Warrior's Wrath! Book 3 of the first trilogy in The Medieval Warrior's Legends was originally released back in 2014, and has now been updated and revised and sports a sexy new cover!

The idea for this book had been with me for a long time, since I wrote Warrior's Possession way back over 20 years ago, but it didn't take shape until a few years ago. I really enjoyed spending time with these characters as they worked their way through the darkest moments of their lives. Rowan starts out happy – after all, the joyous occasion taking place in his home is sure to make anyone happy. But that happiness is quickly turned to fierce anger and bitter despair when he learns something about himself that makes him question everything – and everyone – he's ever known.

Aeron's situation is even worse. She has experienced unimaginable loss and is facing being hanged as a murderer. Circumstances force her into a desperate way of life, and though she flirts with further disaster every day, it isn't until she encounters Rowan, and his faithful friend Gerard, that she realizes just how close she has drifted toward the flames – right into the fire, as a matter of fact.

But that fire burns oh… so… good.... ;-p

Yep, just like many of my heroines, Aeron finds herself faced with a difficult choice – one that goes against what she has been raised to believe is right and proper, yet tempts her with an intense pleasure that hints at a future of happiness, despite the wicked and dark turns that pleasure and happiness take.

Prim and proper she may have been raised, Aeron shares a common trait with many of the other heroines I've written about – she learns she must make her own happiness, and doing what is best for her, convention be damned. Even if that means being a target for Rowan's rage. Besides, Gerard, Rowan's closest friend and ally, tempers Rowan's bitterness. ;-)

Anyway, here's the sexy new cover, and you can also read an excerpt of Warrior's Wrath – warning: NSFW!!!!




** Caught as a Thief, Her Penalty Rouses A Searing Passion **

In 14th century England, a long-kept secret devastates Rowan Langley. Anger sends him on a quest for truth. He trusts no one, keeping others away, except fellow knight Gerard.
Aeron Dawkyns, fleeing Wales and a charge of murder, lives on the street, pickpocketing. She steals Rowan's coin. Later, Rowan catches her attempting to steal his horse. She has a choice – serve them both with her body, or be handed over to be hanged. She chooses Rowan and Gerard.
Serving an angry Rowan has dark pleasures Aeron learns to crave. She feels safe, despite the knights' wicked games. When Rowan drags her back to Wales, she fears that safety will be destroyed.
Rowan learns Aeron's plight and vows to hunt down her enemies, promising to protect and keep her. Yet he worries he's no better than her enemy. Still, he craves his slave's touch, as much as he craves her heart.
Staying with Rowan becomes Aeron's heart's desire – but could mean her death.
** Featuring A Kinky Twist on History! including male domination, bondage, spanking, multiple partners and more!

Here's the excerpt: 

If these two men insisted on taking her, she had to make the act easier on herself. Appearing eager would be easy – she was eager. But she feared what would happen to her once they introduced her to the pleasures of the flesh. She was not wed to either, or bound to them in any legal way. After tonight, her chances of forming a respectable marriage would be nil. And yet, what choice did she have?

She lowered her head, shame now pushing through to be heard amidst her tumultuous thoughts. But she was not permitted to hide. A finger under her chin forced her to look up into Rowan's eyes. Did she see a glimmer of regret in his stare, or was it just a flicker of moonlight?

"Over there, Gerard. That tree limb should be secure enough. It supports the entire dwelling."

Before Aeron could decipher Rowan's words, she found herself tugged to stand by Gerard pulling on the rope. She wondered what he intended when he pulled her toward the center of her hut, then looked up and spotted the noose hanging from the sturdy branch which had formed the basis for her shelter. Nay!

She tried to run past Gerard, but he caught her about the waist, halting her flight. Rowan grabbed her shoulders and held her captive while Gerard pulled down the rope tied to the branch.
She held back a sob, hating herself for thinking these two would show her mercy. They would hang her after all. If only she had succeeded in driving her dagger into Rowan's heart.

To her surprise, she found the noose looped round her wrists. Seconds later, her arms were pulled up over her head. But... she settled bewildered eyes on Rowan.

"What are you doing?"

He said nothing, merely stepped closer, Gerard adjusting her bonds. Her arms were tugged even tighter, until she had to balance on her tiptoes to support herself. Otherwise, her already sore wrists would support her entire weight.

Rowan slapped her thigh. "Spread your legs."

His tone held ice, and yet, Aeron responded in the most confounding way. Heat flared within, her sex clenching, the folds of flesh hard and quivering. The anticipation left her more confused than ever.

"Obey me, or suffer the consequence."

Aeron struggled to spread her legs, but her stance was precarious. Her muscles strained almost painfully. She held back her question when Rowan nodded to Gerard, afraid of what the signal meant.

The fair-haired knight stood behind her and kicked her legs wider apart, his hands on her hips to hold her steady. She struggled against his hold, but bound as she was, had no leverage to escape his grip.

"Stop this! I cannot go further!" she cried.

Still, Gerard continued to push her feet further apart. Rowan stepped before her, his stare penetrating. Again, she tried to shrink back; again, Gerard's firm hold gave her little leeway.

The sudden feel of Rowan's hands between her legs, his fingers searching and stroking, drew a startled yelp, yet she couldn't deny the delight he stirred. She sucked in a deep breath, trying to force her response back, while his seeking fingers moved along her flesh. Heat flooded her face to know he had discovered her shameful secret. His grin held the knowledge she tried to hide. His finger shoved deep into her.

She bit her lip to keep herself from crying out, but not in outrage. The sensation of his finger thrusting in and out of her stirred the unknown sensation to a point she didn't think she could bear. Need, hot and fierce, rose swiftly and to her horror, she realized she pushed her hips toward him, seeking more of his devilish touch. How could she want this? But she did, her body overruling her logic. Surely his touch, the touch of the devil himself, had driven her mad.



Friday, April 22, 2016

New Cover Reveal for Warrior's Wrath - Pre-Order Now!




I'm very excited to share the new cover for Warrior's Wrath, Book 3 in the Medieval Warrior's Legends series – which has just become available for pre-order at several e-book retailers.

Updated and revised, Warrior's Wrath is set a few months after the end of Warrior's Vengeance and tells the story of Marissa's brother, Rowan Langley. He learns he is not who he thought he was, and betrayal leaves him bitter and angry. The only thing keeping him from going on a murderous rampage is his friend and fellow knight Gerard. Embarking on a quest for the truth, he soon encounters Aeron Dawkyns, a young woman who has lost everything and is literally forced to pickpocketing just to stay alive. Incurring a major debt to Rowan and Gerard, Aeron at first fears as if she's fallen from the pan into the fire, but it turns out to be exactly the opposite.

Here's the exciting new cover:



And here's where you can pre-order Warrior's Wrath:



Caught as a Thief, Her Penalty Rouses A Searing Passion

In 14th century England, a long-kept secret devastates Rowan Langley. Anger sends him on a quest for truth. He trusts no one, keeping others away, except fellow knight Gerard.

Aeron Dawkyns, fleeing Wales and a charge of murder, lives on the street, pickpocketing. She steals Rowan's coin. Later, Rowan catches her attempting to steal his horse. She has a choice – serve them both with her body, or be handed over to be hanged. She chooses Rowan and Gerard.

Serving an angry Rowan has dark pleasures Aeron learns to crave. She feels safe, despite the knights' wicked games. When Rowan drags her back to Wales, she fears that safety will be destroyed.

Rowan learns Aeron's plight and vows to hunt down her enemies, promising to protect and keep her. Yet he worries he's no better than her enemy. Still, he craves his slave's touch, as much as he craves her heart.

Staying with Rowan becomes Aeron's heart's desire – but could mean her death.

Featuring A Kinky Twist on History! including male domination, bondage, spanking, multiple partners and more!

And check out this smoking hot excerpt – definitely NSFW! ;-)

"Gerard, bring her."

Rowan's voice came from the area of her shelter. Aeron raised her gaze to the knight who now towered over her. He shrugged and grabbed hold of the rope trailing from her bound hands.
She didn't possess enough strength to fight against his pull and she suddenly stood before her crude home, Rowan blocking the entrance.

"Tend the fire, then join me. I'll need your help preparing her."

Preparing her? What did the bastard mean to do to her? She stood straight, refusing to show any sign of fear. But when he reached for her, she couldn't help flinching. His fingers closed around her arm and he pulled her into the hut. He yanked her cloak from her shoulders, leaving her clad in just the thin kirtle. She only had two and prayed he would not ruin this one.

"Remove the dress." He folded his arms.

The one opening she had fashioned for a window let ample moonlight in, illuminating the hut. She had a clear view of his stern features. She actually possessed the odd thought he was pleasing to the eye, when he wasn't scowling. His dark eyes missed nothing, and she had seen appreciation in them earlier when he looked at her. He found her pleasing and mayhap there was a way to win his favor.

What was she thinking? She had no desire to win this man's favor, handsome or not. He was a barbaric knight who liked to beat women. Her only focus should be on escaping him.

"Now!"

His sharp order broke the silence and she jumped. Oh yes, she needed to remove her clothes. She'd fought so hard to avoid rape and ruination. Her efforts had been for naught. If she didn't give him willingly what he wanted, he would take it by force. She had no desire to be raped. Mayhap if she pretended to like it, he would be gentle with her.

As soon as she thought it, she tossed the notion aside. He would never see her as more than a murdering thief, so he would never take care with her.

"If you continue to disobey my orders, I will punish you again."

"I'm sorry. I... "She fell silent and realized with dismay she couldn't reach the laces of her kirtle in the back. "I cannot untie the dress like this."


He rolled his eyes and moved his hand in a motion to indicate she should turn. She did, too afraid to refuse and incur his wrath further. The feel of his hands gently undoing the laces sent a strange shivery feeling along her spine, and she found herself unable to suppress it completely. He must have noticed, for he gave a hint of a chuckle. The heat in her body suddenly intensified.

The kirtle now loosened, she kept her back to him and slid it off her shoulders. The dress caught on her bound wrists. She heard rather than felt him near her and untie the knots in the rope. The fabric fell to the ground, leaving her bare in its wake.

"Turn around. I want to see you."

She hesitated another moment then turned. Rowan quickly wrapped the rope around her wrists once more then stepped back, folding his arms while he studied her. Aeron pressed her bound arms over her breasts. Rowan shook his head and reached for the rope, pulling her minimal protection away. She shivered in the cold, but that quickly vanished when she noted the heat and hunger in his eyes. Moonlight illuminated his face and part of her wished the shadows hid his expression.

He wanted her.

She knew that coveting look well. It usually repulsed her. Now, she oddly found herself drawn to the desire she read in his stare. Her body even responded, a slickness coating her sex. She was no fool and knew what that meant, but the thought she might feel something akin to desire for this barbaric man who held her captive alarmed her. She should resist and not admit to the eagerness that suddenly swelled within.

He tugged on the rope, his gaze moving over her nude form as he pulled her near. When he halted her, she stood only inches away. The warmth of his body enveloped her and she found herself held still by the intensity of his stare.

She had no warning when his mouth came down on hers, seeking and demanding, his tongue sliding along her lips. Too startled to think clearly, she opened her mouth, letting him inside to taste her. Her knees trembled at the sensations coursing through her, none she could name, but they made her feel as if she floated a few inches above the ground. Warm hands gripping her shoulder jerked her back to awareness, but it didn't last long and soon the heady sway of desire captivated her once again. Calloused fingers slid along her neck, lower, until he rested his hand just above her pounding heart. He drew away and gave her a smile.

"Don't fear, little thief."

She swallowed twice to clear the lump in her throat. "How can I not? You beat me, and now would take me, whether I wish it or not."

"Ere long, you will be begging me for more."

A movement behind her alerted her to Gerard's presence. Rowan looked up and gave his friend a grin.

"Methinks 'twill be an enjoyable eve," the knight behind her said.

Rowan nodded, then stepped away from her. "Remove my clothing."

Aeron stared, uncomprehending, until Gerard gave her a little push toward Rowan. Where had his fine cloak gone? She pushed the errant and useless thought aside and reached for the ties at the neck of his tunic. He remained still, those dark eyes fixed on her while she completed the task.