#MedievalMonday ~ Thorleif (The #Vikings, Episode IV)

Skål, Viking Lovers! Today’s excerpt comes from Episode IV in the Vikings of Normandy series. These stories contain detailed #sex scenes that feature #bondage, male #domination, #spanking, and other things you might expect from a group renowned for raping and pillaging. If these topics make you uncomfortable, please do not buy this book. Not sure? Read on for an excerpt from Thorleif.

Thorleif slowly undid the laces at his waist while glancing around the room, looking for a means of escape. In one motion, he pulled his shert, tunic, and hauberk over his head. There were two other doors, one on each side of the hearth that could lead to nowhere, but one way or another he would find out.

Grasping a bedpost with one hand, he toed off his boots and worked his way out of his braies. By the time he turned his attention back to the queen, he was naked as a babe, and she had the look of a hungry wolf.

He held out both arms and made a slow turn, so she could see him from all angles. It should have been humiliating, to be so examined, like a slave at market. Yet, he found her scrutiny oddly exciting.

“Big enough?” he asked.

She breathed deeply. Her chest, constricted as it was, rose and fell with each breath. “We shall see,” she said. She refilled the two goblets and downed one. She moved across the room, giving him a wide berth as she did so, and pulled aside a curtain to reveal a tub of water.

She faced him with a wrinkled nose. “You need to bathe. As good as you look, you smell worse than a farm animal.”

Thorleif had never been so pleased by an insult. He gazed at the still water. How long had it been since he’d had a proper bath? He retrieved the two goblets, pausing first to refill hers, and moved to stand beside the tub.

“Will you join me?” he asked, handing her the wine. This time when his fingers brushed hers, she lingered, meeting his gaze. Her tiny pink tongue darted out to lick those full lips he was so anxious to taste.

Would she take him in her mouth? His naked cock twitched at the vision of that tongue sliding over the engorged tip. His balls constricted, sweetly painful.

He reached up and threaded his fingers through her hair, brushing it away from her face and baring her throat. She remained as still as a statue as he leaned forward, lips parted, and slid his tongue from her collar bone up the column of her throat. She moaned softly when he took the fleshy lobe of her ear between his lips and suckled her.

With a sharp intake of breath, she stepped back from him, her dainty fist poised beneath her nose. She shook her head. “Nay. You must first wash away the stench of battle and death and who-knows how many days’ grime. Besides,” she glanced at the tub with a shrug. “The bath was drawn earlier in the day and will be cold. I shall wait for you by the fire.”

Check  back next week for an excerpt from Episode V, Magnus.

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 ~ 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 ~ Wulf (The #Vikings, Episode II)

Skål, gods and goddesses! Today’s Medieval Monday excerpt comes from Episode II in the Vikings of Normandy series. I’ve found the need to add a disclaimer here. These stories are full of detailed #sex scenes that feature bondage, male domination, spanking, and other things you might expect from a group renowned for raping and pillaging. If these topics make you uncomfortable, please do not buy this book. Not sure? Read on for an excerpt from Wulf.

Wulf was sitting in the hall with Harald when Arik sauntered in pulling his new thrall behind him. She was a beauty, that one. Despite recent trials, her face glowed against the framework of silky-looking hair, the color of rich earth, that fell in a thick mass to her waist. Freckles dotted her nose. She had full, red lips that begged kissing, and by the gods, Wulf wanted to oblige.

There were many women available from which to choose. Unlike the cold north, the weather here was temperate, even in winter. The soil was fertile and would yield an abundance of crops. They would do well to remain here beyond winter.

Not one to keep a thrall, Wulf had considered taking a wife for himself. He watched Arik and his slave, Farin approach. Full, ripe breasts filled the thin smock she wore, threatening to spill over the neckline. His c**k twitched at the outline of pert nipples straining against the material. He bit his tongue to keep his mouth from slacking open. It wasn’t like him to be so affected by a woman.

Especially one that belonged to another.

Check  back next week for an excerpt from Episode III, Bron.

BLURB: 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.

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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 ~ 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.

Get your copy of The Viking: Thorleif by clicking here.

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 ~ #Giveaway Winner and #Free Books

We have finally wrapped up our latest theme. This time, we decided to hold a contest. One lucky winner gets a free copy of each of the books featured in this round. This reader visited and commented on every blog, every week, and all that hopping has paid off. Congratulations to Karen Markuson! Thank you, Karen, for being such a loyal Medieval Monday reader.
But wait! You can still get free books. Well, at least one. During this round, I featured the 3rd episode in my Viking Erotica series, The Vikings. The premiere episode, Gunnar, is free today only. Here is a quickie to whet your appetite.

Oliana waited in her new husband’s bed chamber. Her heart hammered in her chest. And no wonder. She’d heard rumors about his brutal, sadistic tastes. She shuddered as fear swept her from head to toe. She had speculated too long about the treatment she would receive from him on her wedding night. Now she waited, their vows complete. The consummation of those vows imminent. Once he claimed her, their bond would be unbreakable.

What a strange word: bond. Oliana would be bound to du Fossé until death. From what she’d heard, that could be soon if she did not comply with her husband’s depraved demands.

Her guardian, the Seneschal of Neustria, had held on to her dowry far longer than expected, counting on her bride-price to bring him a much sought-after commodity. After much negotiation, he finally agreed to an alignment with du Fossé. The seneschal wanted the island for the control it would afford him, and du Fossé could only benefit from this elevation in society. Marriage to the seneschal’s ward would take him farther than any amount of fen-sucking had heretofore afforded him.

She shivered when a chill brushed across her skin. Her nipples hardened painfully. Oliana choked back tears, squeezing her eyes tight against the single drop that slid down her cheek. She would not cry. Her husband was reputed to despise weakness and was well known as a merciless man. Tears would only garner his wrath, and no matter what, Oliana knew she must please him if she wanted to survive.

Get your free copy of The Viking: Gunnar by clicking here.

BLURBGunnar 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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