Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Vikings on the Horizon!



The Viking Invasion will soon be upon us! Tomorrow, Norseman's Revenge, Book 1 in The Norsemen Sagas will be available everywhere. Currently, you can pre-order it at Amazon and Kobo:


I thought I'd share a little more of this saga that takes place in 9th Century Scandinavia, and features A Kinky Twist on History! Geira has been wed to a powerful earl's son, but doubts persist that her new husband is an honorable man. She won't get the chance to confirm or disprove those doubts - Kori has sworn revenge on Geira's husband and she is the target of that revenge!

* Kidnapped on her wedding night might be a blessing from the gods. *

Geira Sorensdotter awaits her new husband, but she's filled with doubts about the man and the marriage. Those doubts are forgotten when the village is attacked, her husband is struck down and she is tied up and carried off amidst the raid.

Kori Thorfinnson has waited years to take revenge against the man who murdered his wife. But he soon finds the innocent young woman he's taken as his personal slave is not his enemy, despite her marriage to his foe. Her courage in defying him, her caring heart, and the fiery passion she shares stirs feelings Kori hasn't known since his wife died. Afraid to lose Geira, he binds her to him in many ways – not only with rope, but with his body, his collar and his brand.
Geira quickly learns just how despicable her husband was, and despite her difficult circumstances, grows to care deeply for Kori, her captor. Still, dreams of freedom linger. But once she finds herself with child, she must plan her escape, to save herself and her baby.
However, Kori has plans of his own.

** Contains explicit love scenes featuring A Kinky Twist on History! bondage, spanking, ménage à trois scenes and more!




Here's the promised sneak peek:

Kori studied his slave, remorse slicing through him. She was an innocent in this battle and he would do well to remember that. She defended Einnar as he'd expected she would, but he'd seen the realization in her eyes. He admired her loyalty in supporting his enemy and hoped someday she would feel such loyalty for him. Not that it mattered. She was his, claimed in revenge as was his due. Besides, with her husband dead, she no longer had a home to return to. She'd mentioned a father, and brother, but if they survived the attack, they would not know where to begin their search. If, by the tiniest chance, they succeeded in finding his village, Kori knew it would be too late. She would be his in every way, caring for him, his daughter and his home. He looked forward to the months ahead, when he'd secure her to him. Her husband had aligned her family with his, making them his enemy as well. Watching her renounce them would bring him enormous pleasure

He also sought another sort of pleasure, one he would indulge. Soon. Thor's blood, he wished to take a more direct route and return to his home now. His attractive ambátt had stirred him in ways he hadn't been since Borga had been killed. While he had taken advantage of slaves and other women to satisfy his carnal desires, none had enthused him as this fair woman before him. Her wide blue eyes, her flaxen hair, the curve of her bosom, all lured him in ways he thought he would never feel again. He would slake those desires. Before the sun came up.

The urge to kiss her again came upon him with such force, he had no thought to resist. He captured her face with his hands, holding her still. The clarity in her eyes told him she recognized his intentions, yet he detected no resistance, merely curiosity and eagerness. Did she know the power of her innocent allure? He considered the thought for half a heartbeat then took her mouth with a hunger that threatened to consume his very soul. 

He tasted, he teased, stunned at her response, willing and full of heat. Her lips burned against his and the urge to throw her to the deck and take her now nearly overcame him. He fought the compulsion, knowing in a few short hours, she would be in his arms, and he would be within her body, no matter her choice

The idea he wanted her to enjoy their coupling startled him. He never slowed his assault on her mouth, driving deep to taste the heat that was solely hers, his mind whirling with the ways he would bind her to him, more than any ropes or chains. The ultimate revenge would be to make her crave his touch, make her want him over any other.

He drew away, pleased with the way she tried to follow, her moan of disappointment telling him more than she likely wished. While she was a weapon to be wielded against his enemies, she posed a very real threat to his soul. How he knew, he couldn't absolutely be sure. He prayed to Odin for the strength to survive the maelstrom he feared this woman would bring to his life

Kori glanced over his shoulder. The flames burning Einnar's village grew smaller. The knowledge his enemy now lay dead eased a pressure in his chest he'd carried with him for the last two years. The threat there had finally been put to rest. She warned of her father's wrath. First, the man had to survive. Odds were slim. Yet, he knew little of her father. He must remedy that immediately.

Would her sire be able to launch a raid to rescue her? She'd declared him a chieftain, and as the son of an earl himself, he knew well the resources and allies available to someone of such stature. He should have stayed to ensure his orders to leave no one of import alive had been completed to his satisfaction

He turned back to the woman before him. She watched him warily, but he expected that at the very least. She'd been stolen away, on her wedding night, and claimed as an ambátt. Fear and distrust likely had a solid hold on her. He grinned, thinking of the fight she'd give him. He looked forward to it, perhaps turning her over his knee and reddening her ass first. He glanced at her bound wrists. For now, she would remain thus.

"Where are you taking me?"

"You will see."

"When will we get there?"

"Soon enough."

He could swear she growled, and he chuckled. "You have fire, girl. I'll enjoy that."

"I'd rather die than let you rape me."

"It won't be rape."

She lifted her chin. "I'll not lie with you willingly."

"We shall see."

He leaned in again, and at almost the moment his mouth pressed against hers, she reacted eagerly, lips parting without any effort from him to compel her. As if she realized her response, she attempted to jerk away, but he cupped her head, holding her still as he swept her mouth once more. His cock hardened, much too quickly. He shoved her away, chest heaving. She drew her arm across her mouth, as if wiping away his taste. Then she spit in his face

"Pig! You will pay for that."

He wiped his cheek and slowly shook his head, fixing his fiercest glare upon her. Fear returned to her gaze.

"No. You will pay. In more ways than you can imagine."

"Are you going to make her a public slave, Kori?"

He found himself forcing a laugh at Geira's reaction to Bjorn's question. For some reason, her wide eyes and the panic lining her face sparked an urge to pull her close and reassure her he had no such plans. He didn't. Showing such weakness was unacceptable

"Haven't decided yet. You'll be the first to know. After I've sampled her."

He held her gaze steadily while he spoke, savoring her snarl. Her eyes sparked with anger and hatred. Aye, this woman would be a delight to tame.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Coming Right Up - Norseman's Revenge



In just a few days, autumn arrives, and with it, a Viking Invasion! Norseman's Revenge, Book 1 in my newest series, The Norsemen Sagas, will be released September 23. It's available for pre-order now at Amazon and Kobo; you can find those links below. I'll also put up an updated list of links once the book rolls out next week.  

I've mentioned before that this book was an experiment for me in a lot of ways, and while it took a little longer than I'd planned, in the end it was worth it. I'm not a patient person by anyone's stretch of the imagination, but somehow, I managed to make it through a good year and half of said experiment without adding too many more grey hairs. I had some amazing help putting this together as well, and this book has been dedicated to some very special and awesome women.

So obviously, I'm very excited that Norseman's Revenge's release day is finally approaching. I can't help it - I'm about halfway through the second book, and my focus has been a little distracted related to that book. Having Norseman's Revenge released will hopefully help in that situation, thought a part of me feels kind of like I did when I left my daughter at college a few weeks back. I'm scared out of my mind, but still proud and looking forward to what the future holds.

And because I am such an impatient person, I thought I'd share a little bit of Norseman's Revenge. Geira's wedding night is about to take a turn she never expected!



Einnar eased away and looked behind him. "We are alone now."

She peered over his shoulder and saw everyone had indeed left. A wave of relief came over her and she sighed. While some clans still insisted on having witnesses to the deflowering, she hated that idea and was glad his people didn't adhere to the old custom

He sat beside her and reached for the pitcher on the table next to the bed. He poured the mead into a wooden cup and handed it to her

"Drink, you'll be calmer."

That he showed concern now further perplexed her. The charming flirt he sometimes appeared to be made her curious. She peered closely into his face, finding only a troubling arrogance and expectation. Accepting the goblet, she took a large swallow. When she returned the cup, he did the same, then moved to climb under the blanket with her. His warm body pressed against her. Worry churned in her gut

"Geira, look at me."

She lifted her head, slowly, half-afraid at what she might find. Concern and tenderness softened his expression, though a strange gleam kept her worries roused. The knot in her gut tightened.

"I thank Freyr for his blessings. He clearly found my sacrifice worthy."

Geira recalled the gathering and spraying of the boar's blood. Her husband had shown great skill in the ceremony. The ease of the sacrifice assured a fertile marriage. Still, doubts about the joy to be found in the union lingered.

A gentle caress of her shoulder didn't stir further fear. It didn't stir anything. Her earlier yearning returned with force. Why didn't her husband inspire the passion she so longed for? Though her mother had been gone for several summers, Geira recalled the adoration her parents had felt for each other. Even if they stood just a few inches away, the love they shared had shone clear in their longing gazes. They always found a way to express their utter devotion, with a kiss, or a glance, or a sliding of their hands as they passed. That's what Geira wanted. But she didn't feel anything remotely similar to that now. Was that the root of her concerns?
Another stroke of his hand and she forced herself to concentrate, willing her body to respond to his touch. Surprisingly, it did, her nipples peaking into tight buds. The sensation was far less intense than she hoped

"We will share many pleasures in this marriage. Trust me on this."

His voice had thickened, deepened. His desire came easily. Why didn't hers? She took a deep breath, determined to hide her true feelings

"I do, it's just –"

The door crashed open, screams of terror and pain now filling the air. In the doorway, a hulking dark warrior stood, sword raised

Einnar leapt to his feet, diving for the pile of clothes where his own sword lay. He barely had a chance to raise it when the other warrior swung, forcing Einnar into a defensive position. Geira screamed, terror pounding in her head. 

"Einnar of Fellsskoger, I claim my vengeance!" The invader's voice thundered within the small hut

Geira scrambled out of the bed when the intruder fixed his furious stare on her.  Cold fear pooled in her belly when he strode across the room. Another slice at Einnar sent her husband to the floor, clutching his gut.

"Einnar!" she shrieked and attempted to run toward him. The warrior caught her by the arm before she darted past. She kicked and pummeled him with her free hand, but he quickly captured her other wrist, forcing them both into his tight grip

"Bastard! Let me go!" She looked over at her husband, who struggled to his feet, sword in hand.

"Unhand my bride!" His voice was not nearly as strong as before, blood seeping from the wound slashing his stomach

Geira fought the urge to retch, focusing instead on pulling against the restraining grip of her captor. She swore at him, unable to free herself. His strength overpowered her, her attempts to escape futile. Hopelessness welled within, but she forced it aside, refusing to stop fighting, twisting and squirming against his hold

"She is mine now, repayment for your crimes against me!"

The booming words sent ice along her spine and Geira froze.

"What? No, I am not yours! Let me go!"

She caught Einnar's stare and her blood chilled. He knew exactly what this giant meant. Anger speared the fear, escalating her panic. What had her husband done? The earlier doubts flashed again in her mind. Had she been right all along, and everyone else so terribly wrong?

"Einnar, what does he mean?"

He took an unsteady step toward her, then another before collapsing to the floor. She screamed again, and tugged against her captor, surprised at how quickly he released her, making her stumble. Just as quickly, she was brought up short by the rope now binding her wrists.

"By the blood of Odin I will see you dead!" she swore. Fright left her limbs heavy and trembling. The strength to stand seeped from her legs, yet she somehow remained upright.

The warrior threw his head back and laughed. "You can try, but it's useless to fight."

"You killed my husband." She looked at Einnar's lifeless body.

"He earned it. He's lucky I killed him so quickly!"

Geira choked on a sob, drawn by fear of her own fate, rather than her husband's. "Please let me go. I don't know what this is about. I've done nothing to you. Please. Let me see to him."

A fierce stare accompanied a shake of his head. "He's dead."

Einnar's blood pooled beneath him, the puddle growing larger. Oddly, Geira felt no real sadness. Squeezing her eyes shut, she turned away from her dead husband.

The raider tugged on the rope, drawing her close, then bent, hoisting her onto his shoulder. She kicked and screamed, pounding his back with her bound fists.

He strode through the open door. Geira twisted and tried to free herself, lifting her head. She froze at the sight greeting her.

Everywhere, the huts and homes of the clan burned, the longhouse where the celebration had been taking place also eaten by flames. Judging from the screams, many people remained trapped inside. Her stomach rolled, sweat ran down her face, mingling with tears. Shrieks, shouts and the sounds of weapons clanging together filled her senses. Grunts and bellows of pain pounded her ears. The entire village was under attack. The acrid scent of smoke mingled with the bitter smell of spilled blood, nearly choking her.

Where were her brother and father? Perhaps their disappearance saved them from the slaughter now taking place. The urge to weep grew stronger. All around, bodies littered the ground. No! That wasn't… it was, she realized, recognizing one of the women from her village. An agonized howl escaped her. The warrior continued on his way and her clanswoman's body disappeared from Geira's view

Terrified she was about to meet the same fate, she squirmed, searching the chaos, desperate to find someone to help.

"Papa!" she cried, hoping someone in her family would hear. But her voice was drowned by the sounds of battle, the screech and thud of weapons against flesh, shrieks of terror and agony, and wailing sobs. She offered a silent prayer to Thor to keep her father safe, wherever he might be

As the giant continued to stride out of the village and to the water, she realized he carried her away instead of raping and killing her here. Why?

She fought again, pounding the man with her fists, trying uselessly to kick against the arm wrapped around her legs. His hand slammed into her ass, briefly startling her into stillness, but just as quickly she fought once more. Again, the giant's hand came down hard on her rear and she screamed her outrage. It did nothing to stop him. All too quickly, they were at the water's edge and he paused only to shift her before making his way to the boat anchored at the shore

"No! Let me go!"

Her efforts to free herself failed again and soon she found herself on the oselvar, roughly shoved to a seat in the middle. Shocked at the speed with which she'd been captured, she fell momentarily still.

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As promised, here are the pre-order links for Norseman's Revenge. Check back next week for a complete listing of retailers where the book will be available.