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.

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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.

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Back with a Vengeance! Warrior's Vengeance Is Out Now



It's ba-ack!

I am very excited to share the news that Warrior's Vengeance is now available once again at all major ebook retailers! I've spoken quite a bit about this story over the last couple of years since it first came out. It's rather a dark tale, but it's also smoking hot and extremely emotional and, I believe, true to the time in which it takes place. There are scenes in this book which are sure to trouble some people, as Marissa is coerced into a situation that, while she might ultimately find enjoyable in many respects, is not something she asked for. When I first wrote this book, part of my intent was to show the strength Marissa possesses and how she instinctively knows that, despite his horrendous treatment of her, Ian is not a bad guy. Tormented, angry and bitter, yes. Needing to find some sort of revenge for what he endured, understandable. In those days,  many lesser crimes would be cause for even more severe and brutal justice.In this case, the question is - can Marissa make him see the truth? What exactly is the truth? And how can anyone prove it?

Emotions drive Ian to act as he does. To attempt to break Marissa as he feels broken himself. Marissa recognizes that. It strengthens her belief that deep inside the iron shield he's cast around his heart, Ian cares for her, whether he wishes to or not. And that instinct is something she can use to her own advantage in her attempts to uncover the ultimate truth about the events that drove them both to this point. In the process, she can allow herself to enjoy his dark and wicked sexual desires, for it's at those moments people are most truly and honestly themselves. Those are the moments Marissa will always hold dear to her heart.

And yes, of course she worries what her captivity might ultimately mean for her future, as any woman would have at that time, but like countless others, she finds a way to survive – and maybe she's a bit luckier than others in that she also perhaps finds exquisite pleasures in her troubling situation. 

I've taken some time to revise a bit of the story, to clarify some of the points I made above.I always love the chance to revisit a story that holds a special place in my heart.

You can get Warrior's Vengeance everywhere – here are the links:


Taken by her Father's 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 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.

*** Featuring A Kinky Twist on History, including bondage, collars, spanking, multiple partners and more!

Here's a sexy little teaser – keep some cold, iced beverages on hand! Needless to say but I'll say it anyway - NSFW! lol



Marissa moaned, the heat of Ian's mouth on her breast shocking and exhilarating at the same time. He continued to toy with her nipples, and they grew ever more sensitive with each pinch. When he stopped, her breasts throbbed, heavy with pleasure and the need for more.



She stared at him, wondering what he would do next. Never had she imagined something could feel this good. When he leaned over her, his hot mouth sucking one peak inside, she cried out. This was so much better than before. His tongue laved the hardened peak, sensation exploding throughout her, settling with even more ferocity between her legs. A heavy wetness coated her sex, and she shifted her hips, trying to gain some friction to ease the intense hunger.



Ian chuckled, the vibration against her heated flesh too much to bear. She arched against him, cursing her bound hands that kept her from holding on. She needed to steady herself against the tumult, yet at the same time, she wanted him to continue bringing her such delight.



A sharp tearing broke through the haze, but she didn't even care that he ripped the rest of her dress open, leaving her naked except for the undertunic he had destroyed when he'd cut her bodice. His hands made short work of the thin fabric, and she lay bare before him. A cool breeze fluttered over her burning skin, and her nipples tightened further. A smile split his beard, his gaze moving over her and sparking with approval. Why did the sight thrill her? He leaned back, settling between her legs and using his knees to keep her spread open. Heat scorched her face and she closed her eyes, embarrassed he would see her disgrace.



"Dinna worry, lass. 'Tis no need to be shamed in finding pleasure. Though you will likely hate me after I'm done."



The reminder of what he intended raised alarm, yet not enough to chase away this need still pulsing through her. She tried in vain to close her legs, but Ian didn't budge. He laid one hand on her belly, and she trembled, the spark from his touch sliding through her veins. He did nothing more than caress her belly and breasts, stirring her once more to the feverish pitch he'd held her at earlier. She tossed her head, her fingers clenching as she tugged once more on her bonds. The urge to touch him became almost as powerful as the riot of need taking over the last of her senses. The hunger burned in her mouth, and she whined, not knowing why the sensations continued to grow.



Slowly, the large hand on her belly moved lower, creeping through the dark curls that hid her sex. She found her hips straining upward, seeking the contact she knew was coming. The moments seemed to last an eternity before his hand finally cupped her, pressing lightly against the throbbing flesh that desperately sought his touch.



A sobbing moan escaped her and she bucked her hips, trying to silently convey her want. His fingers slid along her cleft, slick and hot, and moved up to circle the hardened bud where all sensation seemed to gather. He teased her, making her moan and pant.



"What is it, lass? What do you want?"



"I... I... I don't know. Just... more."



He continued to torment her, his touch light and slow while he explored her most private area, returning again and again to the spot where she wanted it most. She watched him through eyelids growing heavy. A sharp gasp escaped when he abruptly lowered his head. The heat of his tongue sliding in her folds became too intense and she screamed against the searing pleasure. He found her sensitive bud and suckled it between his lips. Marissa strained against the ever surging desire intensifying with each second. She had the sense of reaching for something, a pinnacle that eluded her. Ian pulled his mouth from her core and she moaned in disappointment.