Thursday, 24 April 2014

Black Dorn - erotic medieval romance



Reader Advisory: This is a BDSM romance. This book contains spanking, light bondage and D/s themes and brief F/F touching. This is a work of historical fiction, it is not meant to be an accurate portrayal of or guide to how people recover from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. As a work of historical erotic romance, it is also not intended to portray modern BDSM or D/s lifestyles.
If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this post.

Black Dorn - an erotic medieval romance by Daryl Devore.
Heat Rating - 5 hot peppers

Blurb

Purchased to be trained as a courtesan, Branwyn arrives in a strange new land and begins her daily lesson in the art of bedding a man.
Back from battle, Prince Malack returns to the court of his father. The noble woman chosen to be his bride rejected him and bedded his hated rival. Malack turned his anger onto the focus of battle and increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn. Until his gaze settles onto the face of the woman who will be his queen.

Excerpt

A horse's snort startled her. Branwyn hurried toward the sound. Two magnificent beasts - a human one and an animal - stood next to a small creek. The dusty, brown horse drank as the man wiped his chin and returned a wineskin to his horse’s saddle. The man was in profile to Branwyn but she could still distinguish he was a fine specimen. Brow, nose and chin were all pleasantly formed, and curly, black hair skimmed his shoulders. His arms and chest looked strong enough to easily manage the large sword hanging at his side. The horse turned an ear toward her, lifted his head and whinnied. Startled, the man returned from his reverie and looked at her.
Branwyn scurried over. "Oh please, sire. My name is Branwyn. I come from Black Dorn, but I’m newly arrived there and have gotten lost. Can you please direct me?"
His brow furled as he scowled. "If you live at Black Dorn, who is your serving girl? Your duna?"
"Leah serves me. Duna Trea is to...to...instruct me."
"Explain why you’re so far from Dorn."
"I was wandering about the beautiful flower garden when I saw the maze. I got lost." Her eyes filled with tears and she lowered her head.
"Did you enjoy the maze?" His voice made her want to giggle.
Branwyn shook her head.
"No? But it’s a place of games and pleasure. Did you not go there to seek pleasure?"
"No, I found no pleasures there. Only games I do not understand." She wiped away a tear. "Please sire, I’m tired and hungry and feel I may soon collapse. Which way must I travel to return to Black Dorn?"
His horse nudged him in the back with his nose. Placing both strong hands around her waist, he lifted her to his saddle. Mounting the horse, he tugged on the rein and directed his horse back to Black Dorn.
When they entered the courtyard, Leah ran across the cobblestones, skidded to a stop and dropped to her knees. The horse halted a few feet in front of her. Branwyn slipped down from the stallion, curtsied to her escort and walked to her serving girl.
"Leah." His voice boomed across the courtyard. Still kneeling, Leah quivered. "Do not let your dune wander about freely. She needs guidance." As he turned, a stable boy reached for the reins. He tossed them over, dismounted and strode toward the castle.
When the sounds of his footsteps faded, Leah stood.
"I do not need guidance," Branwyn snapped. "I got lost. What a rude, arrogant man. He didn’t have the upbringing to know to introduce himself."
"Dune Branwyn," whispered Leah as she led her into the castle, "that’s Gon Lacke’s eldest son. He will inherit the castle, lands and people. There’ll be a feast tomorrow to honor his safe return. But now I must get you to your room. You must be exhausted from your day. A bowl of mulled wine will soothe you."







Wednesday, 23 April 2014

A Kept Woman - erotic contemporary romance




Reader Alert: This is an erotic BDSM romance. This book contains spanking, light bondage and D/s themes.  Please do not read unless you are 18 years of age, or over.
A Kept Woman – Daryl Devore
Erotic Contemporary
Heat – 5 hot peppers

Desperately unemployed, Arianne, answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With miniscule hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to Derek, a handsomely dashing man, whom she discovers is a billionaire. Engaging in a game of cat and mouse, will they drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?

Excerpt:

Picking up the remote with one hand and the coffee mug with the other, she alternated between surfing channels and sipping wine. She stopped at two naked females passionately exploring each other’s body. Blankly staring at the screen she finished the bottle of red wine, consumed her precooked, fast-frozen meal in a container and had changed to white wine, without noticing the difference. Tossing the empty dish onto the coffee table, the fork bounced off and landed on the newspaper. She bent down to pick it up. The ad she had read to Taylor caught her eye. “What the hell.” She picked her laptop up off the coffee table, typed in the website then clicked on e-box twenty four.

Hi. I’m Derek. I’m looking for a woman. I don’t want a girlfriend or a lover. Just a mutually sexually satisfying companion. The work will be minimal and the pay will be excellent. If interested email me your name, an introduction - 100 words or less - and a photo to entice me to hire you.

Arianne drank her wine and stared at the laptop screen for fifteen minutes while she had a mental debate. The “yes” voice in her head won out. The wine may have helped. She linked the digital camera to the computer then walked to her room and stripped. She stood in front of the small mirror and tried to choose her sexiest pose. Having chosen the conservative one of standing with her hands at her sides, legs spread apart; Arianne positioned herself in front of the camera and clicked the trigger. In a moment the picture appeared on the screen.

Appraising her body, Arianne smiled - soft curves, ample breasts and a neatly trimmed puff of hair below her belly button. It was a sexy body, not ravishing like a movie star’s, but it had enticed a few of the male gender. With some careful editing she deleted the background of the picture until all she had was a naked, headless picture of herself. She attached the photo to an email and began to type her message.

My name is Arianne. I’m 25 and recently unemployed so I’m ready to explore any job opportunity. Especially one that will pay an excellent salary. I keep in shape. I like to party but I don’t do drugs. I’m not a virgin, but I am clean—no STD’s. I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t jump into bed with every guy I meet. I’m just a regular girl pushed into a corner and is desperately looking for a way out.

How much is “excellent pay”?


She hit the send button. No turning back now. While online she did a daily depressing search of the job listings. As she was about to click off, she noticed her email icon was flashing.

Hello Arianne. This is Derek. I am 28 and employed. I also like to keep in shape, but I enjoy a lazy day doing nothing but watching TV. There will be no drugs involved—only sex. I don’t have the time or the patience for a relationship.

Job description - service me at least once a week - say every Tuesday. I will supply an apartment for our meetings. I don’t want to wine and dine you. There is no emotional involvement. I want to walk in, fuck and leave.

Pay - how does $8,000 a month - to start - sound? Reply.
Derek.


"Sounds pretty damn good!"

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