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.