#MedievalMonday ~ Bron (The #Vikings, Episode III)

Many of you know I teach 8th grade World History in my spare time. Well, today marks our final week before summer vacation, and I could not be more excited. Today I’m sharing an excerpt from Episode III in my erotic #Viking series. If you haven’t read the first two, never fear. These can stand alone, but they are so short, why miss one? All five episodes are now available for download. Here is an excerpt from Bron.

Bron yanked the door open. One look at the waif on his stoop sent a spear straight through his heart.

Dark hair framed a face that was swollen and tear-streaked. Even in the gloaming, he could see the redness of her cheeks. She was a pretty little thing. Skin as smooth as the waters of a still pond, lips full and lush, a mouth made for kissing and—other things. Her eyes widened when she caught sight of him, and she sucked in a gasp. Her bottom lip trembled.

Her reaction did not surprise him. Women had reacted similarly his whole life. Long before he was old enough to know the pleasures of women, a training accident had split his cheek open from the corner of his mouth all the way into his hair, which he kept shorn close to his scalp to show off the markings etched there. His face had been marred with the jagged scar so off-putting, his first maid had kept her eyes firmly closed while he did his business, then hurried away afterwards without looking back. Numerous battles had left him with more scars until his visage was enough to frighten children as if he were a troll.

It would certainly strike terror in such a wisp of a girl.

“Well, do not just stand there,” Bron said. He reached out and, taking her by the arm, pulled her across the threshold.

She stood in the center of his house, trembling, which both irritated and melted him at the same time. Irritated because he had done nothing to make her fear him. Melted him because—well, how was he to know why? It just did.

“Do not be afraid, girl. I will not hurt you. As long as you do what you are told, everything will be fine.”

“And if I do not?”

The strength and conviction in her voice surprised him, that she would show such courage in the face of the unknown. Despite her display, she flinched when he raised his arm toward the door. “You are free to leave whenever you want,” he said.

They stood there, staring each other down.

Soon she began to fidget under his scrutiny. “I have nowhere else to go,” she mumbled.

Bron nodded. “As I thought,” he said. “Now come.” He sat on the edge of his bed, pulled his shert over his head, and began to remove his boots. “Take off your clothes and let me see what I have gotten myself into.”

Check  back next week for an excerpt from Episode IV, Thorleif.

BLURB:  After escaping the brutal tyrant who holds her under his boot, Leda’s newfound hope is shattered to discover her safe-haven to be nothing more than a den of brutal Norsemen, intent on conquering all of Francia and claiming its riches for their own. When she is offered as a bed slave to the fiercest Viking of them all, she despairs to realize freedom comes at a price.

Brondulf Adilson has struck terror into his enemies for as long as he can remember, as well as the women who share his bed. Shunned for his frightful appearance, he doesn’t expect compliance from his new thrall and is resigned to forcing her to his will.

But he finds himself saddled with a beauty who may just steal his heart.

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#MedievalMonday ~ Gunnar (The #Vikings, Episode I)

May has arrived in the forest, gods and goddesses. Now if only the temperature would warm up, right? I hope you are enjoying nature wherever you live. While our Medieval Monday hop is on hiatus, I thought I’d share my Viking series with you. While these short stories are set in the Middle Ages, they are quite a bit different from my paranormal romances. There are no paranormal elements in these stories and the plot revolves mostly around…..shhhh…..sex. Lots of it! And it’s really spicy!!! So if you don’t like erotic romance filled with bondage, spanking, and dominant males, DO NOT BUY THIS BOOK. (If you do like such stories, good news: there are 5 episodes in this series.) Here is an excerpt from Episode I, Gunnar.

Gunnar stopped at the top of the stairs and took a deep breath. Why did these Franks insist on putting the lord’s chamber at the top of the tallest tower? Could he not be just as comfortable in a luxuriously furnished room at ground level?

There was only one door on this landing. A massive rough-hewn portal with iron rivets and bands near the top and bottom. He wished he had dragged one of the women from the hall and had her fetch that bath.

Resigned to go to bed dirty, he pushed open the door.

Hanging from a hook in the ceiling was a woman, her tiny feet barely touching the floor. Her arms were suspended over her head, bound at the writs by a rope that was connected to the hook. Her thick, blonde hair hung down her back. A blindfold covered her eyes.

Except for her shoes and knee-high stockings, she was completely naked.

Check  back next week for an excerpt from Episode II, Wulf.

BLURB: Gunnar Sigurdsen needs a place for his band of Norsemen to hold up for the winter. An unguarded stronghold at the mouth of the Seine River is the perfect target.

Oliana du Fossé waits helplessly for her brute of a husband to claim her. She doesn’t realize she is being seduced by an invader from the north until it is too late.

Will Gunnar and Oliana set aside their differences long enough to create a safe haven that just might last longer than a season?

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#MedievalMonday ~ Mask of the Highlander

It’s our last round of Medieval Monday for this session. We will have a new theme and start up again in just a few weeks. In the interim, I’ll be plying you with more Medieval Romance to stock your TBR pile (or folder ;-). For this finale, I’m giving you the excerpt from Mask of the Highlander in its entirety.  Peace and Love, gods and goddesses!

Kenna stood rooted to the spot, just inside the door of her husband’s bed chamber. Little had changed. The hearth, cold and dark, gaped like the maw of Satan, large enough to consume any unsuspecting human who ventured too close. The bed to which he had bound her sat against the far wall. The blood-stained linens long since replaced. A trunk, where he kept his instruments of torture, stood at the foot, an ominous reminder of what lay in store for her.

Mrs. Dingwell cleaned the room regularly, but the air reeked of a mustiness brought on by disuse. There was an unearthly silence to the granite walls, hung with faded tapestries and notched with arrow slits at random intervals. A single window let in light from outside, but it was not enough to chase away the gloom. Or the memories.

Kenna choked back a sob. The last time she had been in this room, she had prayed for her own death. Now she pleaded silently for the Lord to strike Ty Vass dead where stood. She fantasized about stepping over his dead body, leaving it to whither and rot while she returned to her duties, running the household, raising her daughter, overseeing the welfare of the people she had come to love in the laird’s absence.

When that did not happen, she gave in to her debilitating fear and gave up trying to remain calm. She shook so hard, she worried her knees would give way. Just a few hours ago, she had been at peace, content in the belief that her husband would never return, and they could live out their days in peace. Oh, the difference in such a short time.

She yelped when his hands closed around her shoulders from behind. He gave them a gentle squeeze and rubbed his palms down her arms.

“Ye are trembling, lass.”

She was surprised by his gentleness. He almost seemed to be…comforting her. Indeed, his entire demeanor since arriving had hardly been what she expected. He had smiled more than once, a real smile. Not some sadistic grin that spoke of unvoiced threats, but a genuine smile that lit up his face and revealed a man glad to be home. He had tried to tousle Robby’s hair and had even teased Mrs. Dingwell. The housekeeper had actually blushed.

Kenna tried to relax, but found it impossible to do so. His touch did not threaten to leave marks, but worse was yet to come. She was sure of it. What game did he play at?

Unable to speak past the lump in her throat, all she could do was swallow hard and dig deep for any vestige of courage she could muster. She forced her thoughts to Isla. Kenna would suffer any torment to distract Ty from her existence. She would keep her secret as long as possible, trusting Mrs. Dingwell to keep her daughter out of sight.

“Why so afraid?” he asked. His continued stroking of her arms only increased her discomfort. He glanced around the room. “It does not seem so bad.”

His flippant dismissal of her distress infuriated her. Was he so daft as to think she had forgotten the abuse he meted out? She had survived more in three days that most women suffered in a lifetime, had lived through the suffering and pain and come out stronger. Kenna was struck with the sudden realization that she was no longer the weakling he left broken and battered five years ago. His brutal treatment of her body, and her survival of it, had given her a strength she had not realized she possessed until perhaps this very moment.

She jerked away from him, empowered—albeit frightfully so—by his surprise. She glared at him with the full might of a woman capable of commanding grown men to do her bidding, smart enough to run a large, complex household, and brave enough to protect those she loved. “Ye dare make light of the suffering ye inflicted?”

His dark brows drew together. Confusion crossed his features. Had he forgotten?

Impossible.

“Ye bound me to this very bed, brutally plowing through my maidenhead, laughing at my cries for mercy.”

Kenna’s chest rose and fell with the strength of her ardor. Further empowered by his silence, she continued her tirade. “For three days, I suffered at the hands of the very man who should have been my greatest champion, who instead treated me worse than the lowliest whore. Ye turned what should have been the happiest days of my life into a nightmare. I was a girl, an innocent.”

By now the muscle in his jaw twitched with gusto. His handsome features were clouded with fury. She ignored the warning in her head, and surged ahead. “Now ye return home, expecting your wife to greet you with open arms—and legs, no doubt—while ye callously belittle the torture ye inflicted in this very room.”

Shut up, shut up, shut up, a tiny voice screamed inside her head. You will only make it worse. But Kenna could not stop, despite the every-growing rage that seemed to render him speechless and the certainty that he would punish her for her insolence.

Perhaps she, too, had forgotten. Had her recollection faded over the years? Had she lived with such fear until now it was little more than a faded memory, its intensity diminished by time? She stood taller, squaring her shoulders and fixing him with a look of disdain that would make most men shuffle their feet and look away in shame.

His expression, however, did not reveal a man ashamed of his actions. Only a devil, enraged at being dressed down by a wisp of a lass and plotting the best ways to punish her.

Kenna clenched her fists at her sides, wishing she had a blade hidden in the folds of her smock. She glared at him, her eyes locked on his despite the murderous rage she saw there. “Do with me as ye will. It is yer right as my husband. But know this: I willna cower in fear of ye. Not again. I willna suffer yer abuse submissively. You will have to kill me this time.”

BLURB: Once she was afraid to touch him. Now she’s afraid to let go.

Forced to marry to avoid war between clans, Kenna Cleary endured three days of her new husband’s painful brutality before he rode off to battle the English. In the five years of his absence, she bore him a daughter, increased his holdings, and gained the love and respect of his people. Now he’s home. Must she and the clan learn to endure his cruelty once more?

Can an ancient Celtic god find peace in the mortal world?

The Laird of Domhnul has returned from war a changed man—moreso than his wife or clan can possibly know. Now the warrior faces a new battle, one for his wife’s heart, and his peoples’ trust. He must walk the knife’s edge of deception and danger, while proving he is no longer the cruel tyrant they came to know all too well.

But when his father embroils both them in a deadly plot, can the couple find a way to prevent war between the clans?

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It’s #SexySaturday with the #Vikings ~ Gunnar

Many of you may not know that in addition to Paranormal Romance I also write Erotica. My super spicy stuff is set in the ancient world, mostly Vikings and Gladiators. I took them down for a little tune-up, and now they’re back! If you haven’t read them, and you’re not afraid of a little light bondage, the first in the 5-part series The Vikings of Normandy is available today.  Here is an excerpt from my Viking Erotica, Gunnar.

Gunnar stopped at the top of the stairs and took a deep breath. Why did these Franks insist on putting the lord’s chamber at the top of the tallest tower? Could he not be just as comfortable in a luxuriously furnished room at ground level?

There was only one door on this landing. A massive rough-hewn portal with iron rivets and bands near the top and bottom. He wished he had dragged one of the women from the hall and had her fetch that bath.

Resigned to go to bed dirty, he pushed open the door.

Hanging from a hook in the ceiling was a woman, her tiny feet barely touching the floor. Her arms were suspended over her head, bound at the writs by a rope that was connected to the hook. Her thick, blonde hair hung down her back. A blindfold covered her eyes.

Except for her shoes and knee-high stockings, she was completely naked.

Episode II, Wulf will be available in two weeks. You can pre-order a copy by clicking here.

BLURB:  Gunnar Sigurdsen needs a place for his band of Norsemen to hold up for the winter. An unguarded stronghold at the mouth of the Seine River is the perfect target.

Oliana du Fossé waits helplessly for her brute of a husband to claim her. She doesn’t realize she is being seduced by an invader from the north until it is too late.

Will Gunnar and Oliana set aside their differences long enough to create a safe haven that just might last longer than a season?

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#MedievalMonday ~ The #Vikings by #Bambi Lynn

I can’t do it. I’ve tried. I have writer friends who are cranking out novels every couple of months. But I need more time. I feel productive if I can get a full-length novel out every six months. Most readers are voracious and are devouring books as fast as they come out. How to compete? Never fear. The Vikings are here!
That’s right. I LOVE Vikings. AND I love erotica (shhh ~ that’s a secret). So to feed my passion and keep my fans interested between books, I’ve started an erotic series of Viking shorts. These are quick reads: 25-40 pages. The first four are available now, and the final episode will be out in February. Episode I, Gunnar, is permanently #99cents and Episode IV, Thorleif, is on sale for a limited time. If you have half an hour or so, give one of them a try. But be warned: these stories are HOT, HOT, HOT!

Gunnar ~ Gunnar Sigurdsen needs a place for his band of Norsemen to hold up for the winter. An unguarded stronghold at the mouth of the Seine River is the perfect target.

Oliana du Fossé waits helplessly for her brute of husband to claim her. She doesn’t realize she is being seduced by an invader from the north until it is too late.

Will Gunnar and Oliana set aside their differences long enough to create a safe haven that just might last longer than a season?

Wulf ~ When her village is overrun by vicious barbarians from the north, Farin becomes a bed slave to the most savage of them all. Will her growing affection for her master’s friend get in the way of the revenge she has planned?

After losing his wife and infant son, Wulf let his friends convince him to give up the life of a simple farmer and become a raider under the leadership of Gunnar Sigurdsen. Now they’ve captured a stronghold in Francia, fat with treasure and slaves. One slave in particular, a haunting image of Wulf’s wife, threatens to drive a wedge between him and his friend, a breech he cannot afford.

 

Bron ~ After escaping the brutal tyrant who holds her under his boot, Leda’s newfound hope is shattered to discover her safe-haven to be nothing more than a den of brutal Norsemen, intent on conquering all of Francia and claiming its riches for their own. When she is offered as a bed slave to the fiercest Viking of them all, she despairs to realize freedom comes at a price.

Brondulf Adilson has struck terror into his enemies for as long as he can remember, to include the women who share his bed. Shunned for his frightful appearance, he doesn’t expect compliance from his new thrall and is resigned to forcing her to his will.

But the beauty he finds himself saddle with turns out to be anything but meek and compliant.

Thorleif ~ Thorleif Rolvsson has been captured by the enemy. The steel of the executioner’s axe is cold against the base of his skull. Will a single night of passion change his fate? Or will he dine with his sons in Valhalla?

The Queen of the Franks has needs. She believes God has sent the pagan Norseman at her feet to fulfill those needs. But can she claim the blessing she has prayed for without losing her heart?

 

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#MedievalMonday ~ The #Viking: Thorleif

Happy New Year, gods and goddesses. I hope you’ve had a wonderful, stress-free holiday season. My entire family came to my house for several days, and it was the most enjoyable Christmas we’ve had in a while. I managed to get many things done before 2017 wound down. One was a new episode in my Vikings erotica series. Episode IV, Thorleif, is now available for download. It’s #free on #KindleUnlimited and only #99cents to purchase for a limited time. Here is an excerpt.

Thorleif lifted his head, sensing a new level of humiliation. King Louis of Francia sat upon the raised dais just ahead. The most beautiful woman Thorleif had ever seen stood at the king’s shoulder. One dainty hand rested possessively on it. Straight, dark hair fell behind her rigid back, the rich color matching severe brows. Her hawk-like eyes drank in the prisoners as the parade slowed to a crawl. Her upturned nose flared with excitement. She licked her full, red lips, lips that promised a good lashing—one way or another. Her grip on Louis’ shoulder tightened visibly, making the king wince and adjust the rise in his breeches.

On his other side, the queen sat stiff-backed, perched on the edge of her ornate chair. She kept her eyes lowered, staring at the hands she held clasped in her lap. She was not as beautiful as the woman currently getting a rise from her husband, but she had a dark, exotic look Thorleif liked.

He stared at her mouth, his favorite part of a woman, whether it was spewing vile insults, whispering words of love, or sucking the skin off his c***. Her lips were dark as a plumb, without added color. The bottom one protruded slightly, probably moreso as she seemed most unhappy.

When his eyes traveled up to her eyes, he found her staring at him. She did not look away, but continued to hold his gaze as he drew closer. His balls constricted at the yearning he saw in those brown orbs. He understood that yearning, that desire to have something so badly you would suffer any risk. He did not need to know what it was she wanted. All that mattered was that, for a brief moment, he understood her, felt connected to her.

It was that connection that had always drawn him to a woman. And now, in what might be his final moments, he wanted to feel that one last time.

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BLURB: Thorleif Rolvsson has been captured by the enemy. The steel of the executioner’s axe is cold against the base of his skull. Will a single night of passion change his fate? Or will he dine with his sons in Valhalla?

The Queen of the Franks has needs. She believes God has sent the pagan Norseman at her feet to fulfill those needs. But can she claim the blessing she has prayed for without losing her heart?

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#MedievalMonday ~ Mary Morgan

I’m so happy today to welcome, the best friend I never met, Mary Morgan! Mary’s passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. She spent far too much time daydreaming and was told quite often to remove her head from the clouds. It wasn’t until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling—writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories. If you enjoy history, tortured heroes, and a wee bit of magic, then time-travel within the pages of her books. Mary is the author of the fabulous Dragon Knights series, and today she is sharing an excerpt from my favorite, Dragon Knight’s Axe.

An identity revealed…

Her mouth parted slightly. “And you? Who are you?”

He leaned toward her. “Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

“I am called the Dubh Dragon, but ye can call me Alastair. Now, may we leave?”

No! Fiona’s mind screamed at her. He couldn’t be. Could he? She shook her head in confusion.

“Impossible.”

Alastair blinked. Then he threw back his head and laughed. Afterwards, he spread his arms wide. “Och, little bird, I am indeed the Dubh Dragon.”

Follow along next week on Ruth A. Casie’s blog: https://www.RuthACasie.blogspot.com

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BLURB: Alastair MacKay, a battled-scarred Dragon Knight flees to the sea to separate himself from his fae-given power connecting him to the land. But it is on land that he rescues a woman from a slave trader in Ireland. It is through Fiona he steps back inadvertently into a world filled with magic—taking on the role of protector and at the same time leading him on a journey to confront his greatest regret and fears.

Research assistant, Fiona O’Quinlan loves translating ancient artifacts at Trinity College. When she falls asleep on an archeological dig, she awakens in another time. She soon discovers a Dragon Knight’s relic has been entrusted into her care. Determined to return the artifact to the Great Glen, Fiona is unprepared for the danger ahead—losing her heart and soul to Alastair “Beast” MacKay.

Will their love be strong enough to soothe the beast and heal the man? Or will Death swing its axe, leaving them lost for all eternity?

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