xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: Danger in the forest. #Sat Spanks #Regency #Romance

Friday, 16 March 2018

Danger in the forest. #Sat Spanks #Regency #Romance

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I've chosen an extract from my latest release, Wickedly Used.

Elizabeth hadn’t known a spanking could be so erotic or enticing. The man’s pleasure had been palpable. The man’s cries and the red marks covering his behind made Elizabeth run her hands over her own derriere. She couldn’t imagine letting anyone handle her like that.

"Dependent on her uncle’s whims, Elizabeth hated how her family treated her like a poor relation. She lived in the shadows, unloved and unwanted. Except for her wealth, of course. The seven years until she inherited felt like forever. Her only alternative was to marry Cousin Frederick, and nothing would induce her to do that."

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"Eyes hard, Rothbury didn’t say a word. Grabbing Beth’s arm, he dragged her inside the stable block. He’d made it clear last night, they had no future. Or so he’d thought. Yet she’d sought him out again. He’d lay odds she’d come for a payoff."


He dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose. “You have this naïve idea that no one will hurt you. This far in the forest, I could take you so hard you screamed. None of the washerwomen by the river would be any the wiser. What if I’d been like those soldiers who kidnapped you?”
Her smile was temptation and sin. “You’re nothing like them. But so hard I screamed? Do it. Let’s have one last hurrah before we part.”
His shaft jerked in her hands. His smile widened into a grin, and he rolled away from her. Taking her hands, he pulled her upright and moved her to a waist-high boulder at the edge of the clearing. “Rest your elbows on there.”
Her puzzled look enchanted him as much as her innocence. He loved the way she only turned wicked and wanton around him. Slowly, she bent at the waist and did as he bid. Standing behind her, he bunched her gown around her waist. Looking at her—head down, bare bottom protruding—made him groan. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight.
She whimpered when he reached around her and pinched her nipples. Her rounded behind tempted and tormented him. He stroked his hand over it before giving it a light smack. “Don’t run from me. Ever.”
She stared at him over her shoulder. “I knew what would happen if I stayed.”
His grin turned mischievous. “It’s going to happen anyway. You’re irresistible. Damn it, woman, you drive me crazy, but what the hell were you doing, running into a forest? After the way those troopers manhandled you, you should know better.”
The atmosphere sizzled with their combined need. She gave him a saucy look that set his libido roaring. He wanted her, but he needed to teach her to take care of herself first. Beth took too many risks and put herself in danger. If anything happened to her, it would kill him. He pulled the belt from his trousers. “You need to learn some sense.”
Her smile faded when she realized his intention. He placed one hand on the small of her back when she tried to stand. “Move and I’ll double your punishment.”
He brought his belt down hard, hitting the rock beside her face. She flinched and closed her eyes. He pulled back and she heard the belt swish through the air. The leather landed on her bare butt with a crack.
She yelped and shot upright. Her hands rubbed her bottom. “Ouch. That hurt.”
He pushed her back down and admired the wide red stripe that decorated her bottom. “It was meant to. Move your hands. I don’t want to break your fingers. No more putting yourself at risk. Understand?”
She ran the back of one hand over her eyes and blinked hard. “I’ll do better, I promise.”
He stroked his hand over her behind then reached around her and pinched her clit. “I’m going to make your behind so tender that you’ll remember for days.”
She sniffed, folded her hands on the rock, and rested her head on them. “How many strokes?”
The rounded globes of her bottom temped and bewitched him. The way she accepted his dominance and discipline thrilled him. After he’d finished reminding her to take care of herself, he’d fulfill her sensual needs. She shuddered and gave a needy moan when he ran his hand down her cleft. “Nine more.”
She trembled at his touch. “I’ll need something to bite on.”
He found a stick as thick as his wrist and wrapped his handkerchief around it. A moment later he slid it between her lips and bound it in place. Stepping back, he brought the belt down on her already sore behind. She screamed behind her makeshift gag.

"Maybe her captors would accept a ransom. Not that Augustus Ponsonby would pay one. He’d walk around with a face longer than a church steeple—all sham concern and closed wallet. Then, if they killed her, he’d pocket her cash."

While he is no stranger to pleasurable company from ladies of the night, Major Richard Rothbury of the royal dragoons is not the kind of man who will stand idly by as a woman is taken against her will, and when he witnesses a disreputable cad attempting to force himself on a girl in a back alley, he does not hesitate to intervene.

But after the grateful young woman offers herself to Rothbury, he is shocked to discover that not only was she no harlot, she was a maiden and he has deflowered her. Furious at the girl’s scandalous behavior and her carelessness with her own safety, Rothbury chastises her soundly.

Though she is due to inherit one of the largest fortunes in England, the fact that she cannot touch the money until she marries or turns thirty has kept Elizabeth completely at the mercy of her cruel uncle, and for years she has been treated as if she were a servant. Her encounter with Lord Rothbury is by far the most exciting thing that has ever happened to her, but while he shows great concern for her safety, he refuses to believe that she is anything more than a serving girl.

Despite having made it clear that he doesn’t consider a match between them to be possible, when Elizabeth disobeys him Rothbury proves more than ready to strip her bare, punish her harshly, and then enjoy her beautiful body in the most shameful of ways. But can she dare to hope that he will one day make her his wife, or is she destined to spend her life being wickedly used?

Publisher’s Note: Wickedly Used: A Dark Regency Romance includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

“Damn it,” Dawlish snapped. “Can’t you see I’m busy? This isn’t the time or the place. And you, girl, didn’t you hear me tell you to strip? I want you naked. Now. Or my bullet goes into his balls.”.

More about Kryssie Fortune.

Kryssie reads everything and anything, from literary fiction to sizzling romance. Her earliest memory is going to the library with her mother. She can’t have been more than two at the time. Reading, especially when a book’s hot and explicit, is more than a guilty pleasure. It’s an obsession.
Kryssie loves to visit historic sites, from Hadrian’s wall to Regency Bath. The first book she fell in love with was Georgette Heyer’s The Unkown Ajax. After that, she devoured every regency book she could. After a while, they went out of fashion, but part of Kryssie’s psyche lives in in in Regency London. She longs to dance quadrilles and flirt behind fans. Of course, Kryssie’s heroines do far more than flirt.
Kryssie lives in Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast –about thirty miles from Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. She enjoys gardening, travel, and socializing with her author friends. You’d be surprised how many erotic romance authors live in the North of England. 

Her uncle stalked toward her, his face like thunder. “Unhand my niece. She’s not for a fortune hunter like you.”

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1 comment:

  1. She must truly love and trust him. I don't think he's going to go easy on her, but he won't leave her wanting, either.