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My New Husband
My New Husband
As is befitting a young woman in 1508 France, Julite has just entered an arranged marriage, but Julite has a horrific past. Once willful and spirited, her first husband found pleasure in controlling, terrifying, and abusing her, leaving her riddled with scars, both emotionally and physically, killing her spirit. The rumors surrounding her new husband, Alain, offer little comfort for her new arrangement.
Alain was grateful when his parents insisted he marry the young, beautiful widow, Julite. Her brother claimed she was a wild thing, willful, bright, and witty, fond of taking control and what she wants. So when he brings home a meek, silent, terrified woman he doesn't know what to do. He fears his past may be what is terrifying her. Will he be able to show her that he is no longer that man? Will he be able to bring out the wild thing buried so deeply within his beautiful Julite?
Sneak Peek:
I was breathless as I lead Vitesse back into the stable, exhilarated, my new husband grinning as he helped me dismount.
His beautiful smile as my body aligned with his was my final bit of encouragement. He had been good to me, over and over good to me, and despite my fear I reached up and kissed him, it was chaste, and simple, but his hands were at my waist and Vitesse was at my back.
Almost as soon as I broke that simple chaste kiss he was kissing me again. I shrank, suddenly terrified. He would want more now, my god what had I done encouraging him?
His kiss was nothing chaste, his mouth opening, his tongue begging entrance. I made a tiny sound of terror and he froze, his eyes opening and seeing my fear. He stopped immediately, stepping back, his eyes guarded. I blushed crimson, my eyes filling with tears. He turned and stormed from the stables. I saw him rage across the pasture toward the house.
I could not postpone this forever, a married woman could not expect her husband to remain faithful if she was not willing to provide for his needs, and I could not bare the humiliation of an indiscreet affair like those Alain had previously had.
***Warning: This 14,500 word erotic romance is full of passion and lots of story. Accented with steamy graphic sex that may be offensive to some readers. Not for those under 18.***
Alain was grateful when his parents insisted he marry the young, beautiful widow, Julite. Her brother claimed she was a wild thing, willful, bright, and witty, fond of taking control and what she wants. So when he brings home a meek, silent, terrified woman he doesn't know what to do. He fears his past may be what is terrifying her. Will he be able to show her that he is no longer that man? Will he be able to bring out the wild thing buried so deeply within his beautiful Julite?
Sneak Peek:
I was breathless as I lead Vitesse back into the stable, exhilarated, my new husband grinning as he helped me dismount.
His beautiful smile as my body aligned with his was my final bit of encouragement. He had been good to me, over and over good to me, and despite my fear I reached up and kissed him, it was chaste, and simple, but his hands were at my waist and Vitesse was at my back.
Almost as soon as I broke that simple chaste kiss he was kissing me again. I shrank, suddenly terrified. He would want more now, my god what had I done encouraging him?
His kiss was nothing chaste, his mouth opening, his tongue begging entrance. I made a tiny sound of terror and he froze, his eyes opening and seeing my fear. He stopped immediately, stepping back, his eyes guarded. I blushed crimson, my eyes filling with tears. He turned and stormed from the stables. I saw him rage across the pasture toward the house.
I could not postpone this forever, a married woman could not expect her husband to remain faithful if she was not willing to provide for his needs, and I could not bare the humiliation of an indiscreet affair like those Alain had previously had.
***Warning: This 14,500 word erotic romance is full of passion and lots of story. Accented with steamy graphic sex that may be offensive to some readers. Not for those under 18.***
When Day Turns Night
When Day Turns Night
In Ireland in the year of 1117, Dauid, Artan, and Artan's wife, Muirenn led an army upon castle Mac Raith, saving the country from his tyranny and evil ways. As Muirenn lay in the delivery bed, Artan pressed Dauid to take the crown, unaware that his wife had plans for it to be upon her own brow. King Dauid, desiring to honor Artan's family, granted their son Conchobor a blessing declaring that only Dauid's blood-son could usurp him as future king.
Twenty-two years later finds the king ailing with only two daughters, Ita, the adorable younger, and Jesmaine, the beautiful and regal elder. Their union is much sought after, until Conchobor arrives and the realization is made that he is as evil as Mac Raith was. Jesmaine finds comfort in the arms of another man, but will they be able to conquer Conchobor, despite the King's blessing?
Sneak Peek:
“And what is the name of the valiant knight I should call on should my lady's maids need a good sword thrust?” I smirked.
He grinned, loving that I was playing with them. “My Lady Princess, 'tis Trian.”
He bowed his head again, but his eyes stayed locked on mine. Again that powerful connection sparked between us. I had never experienced anything such as it – nor had I believed in the “love at first sight” in so many of the stories I had heard at the bard's knee, but now butterflies danced in my belly drifting strangely lower. Secret places within me tightened and ached, and my lips seemed to need continual wetting from my tongue.
“You are even more lovely up close than from afar,” he spoke softly, and I could see his eyes were still taking me in, noting the flick of my tongue. The strange sensation that he too was feeling these odd and awkward sensations rolled through me.
“But not what you expected, my lord knight?” I smiled, laughter in my green eyes, forcing myself to keep my tongue in my mouth.
“Most certainly not, I expected you to be, well,” he paused and had the nerve to blush again, which caused the laughter to bubble up and out of me.
“The crown prince, Conchobor and his lady mother, the Lady Muirenn!” The announcement echoed along the stone walls, interrupting my laughter. We turned then, toward the great hall doors as the party split around Trian and I.
I felt my back automatically straighten, and the butterflies that had been dancing stilled as though frozen by a chill wind. My mouth set in a firm smile as he entered.
Conchobor was tall, thick in the shoulders and powerful. He just had more width then the man beside me. His smile was barely there, and looked more like a gloat then a genuine smile. I saw it falter as he took in some of the peasants and lesser born nobles. His dark hair hung loose about his shoulders, mixing in his scraggly beard. His eyes told volumes, quick wit, sober humor, anger.
***Warning: This 14,300 story-heavy short story is full of romance and erotic sex and may be considered extreme by some audiences. Not for those under 18.***
Twenty-two years later finds the king ailing with only two daughters, Ita, the adorable younger, and Jesmaine, the beautiful and regal elder. Their union is much sought after, until Conchobor arrives and the realization is made that he is as evil as Mac Raith was. Jesmaine finds comfort in the arms of another man, but will they be able to conquer Conchobor, despite the King's blessing?
Sneak Peek:
“And what is the name of the valiant knight I should call on should my lady's maids need a good sword thrust?” I smirked.
He grinned, loving that I was playing with them. “My Lady Princess, 'tis Trian.”
He bowed his head again, but his eyes stayed locked on mine. Again that powerful connection sparked between us. I had never experienced anything such as it – nor had I believed in the “love at first sight” in so many of the stories I had heard at the bard's knee, but now butterflies danced in my belly drifting strangely lower. Secret places within me tightened and ached, and my lips seemed to need continual wetting from my tongue.
“You are even more lovely up close than from afar,” he spoke softly, and I could see his eyes were still taking me in, noting the flick of my tongue. The strange sensation that he too was feeling these odd and awkward sensations rolled through me.
“But not what you expected, my lord knight?” I smiled, laughter in my green eyes, forcing myself to keep my tongue in my mouth.
“Most certainly not, I expected you to be, well,” he paused and had the nerve to blush again, which caused the laughter to bubble up and out of me.
“The crown prince, Conchobor and his lady mother, the Lady Muirenn!” The announcement echoed along the stone walls, interrupting my laughter. We turned then, toward the great hall doors as the party split around Trian and I.
I felt my back automatically straighten, and the butterflies that had been dancing stilled as though frozen by a chill wind. My mouth set in a firm smile as he entered.
Conchobor was tall, thick in the shoulders and powerful. He just had more width then the man beside me. His smile was barely there, and looked more like a gloat then a genuine smile. I saw it falter as he took in some of the peasants and lesser born nobles. His dark hair hung loose about his shoulders, mixing in his scraggly beard. His eyes told volumes, quick wit, sober humor, anger.
***Warning: This 14,300 story-heavy short story is full of romance and erotic sex and may be considered extreme by some audiences. Not for those under 18.***
