xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: August 2018

Thursday, 30 August 2018

The Gory Tale of Lord Uxbridge's Leg


The Gory Tale of Lord Uxbridge’s Leg
Lord Uxbridge portrayed by Henry Edridge in 1808, before the loss of his leg
·         From Wikimedia Commons published anywhere before 1923 and public domain in the U.S.

Lord Uxbridge: “By God, Sir, I’ve lost my leg.”
Wellington: “By God, Sir, so you have.”

During the battle of Waterloo, Lord Uxbridge commanded the allied cavalry and 44 guns of the horse artillery. Eight horses were shot from under him in the conflict. In the dying moments of the battle, a cannon shot hit his right leg.
Did he panic?
Did he complain?
No, he turned to Wellington, all stiff upper lip and sangfroid. “By God, Sir, I’ve lost my leg.”
The remains of his leg needed amputating below the knee. Dr. John Hume operated in the house of M. Paris in the village of Waterloo.
There was no antiseptic or anesthetic. Uxbridge’s only comment: -
“The knives seem somewhat blunt.”
Five days after the battle, the Prince Regent created Uxbridge Marquess of Anglesey and made him a Knight Grand Cross of the Order of the Bath.
BUT
His leg took on a life of its own.  
M. Paris buried the leg in his garden. Soon visitors arrived, making it a shrine. First, they’d view the blood covered chair where Uxbridge had sat, then they’d visit the leg’s grave.
The tombstone read:
 Here lies the Leg of the illustrious and valiant Earl Uxbridge, Lieutenant-General of His Britannic Majesty, Commander in Chief of the English, Belgian and Dutch cavalry, wounded on the 18 June 1815 at the memorable battle of Waterloo, who, by his heroism, assisted in the triumph of the cause of mankind, gloriously decided by the resounding victory of the said day.
However, someone added:
Here lies the Marquis of Anglesey's limb;
The Devil will have the remainder of him.

The King of Prussia and the Prince of Orange were among the visitors to the gory exhibit.

In 1878, Uxbridge’s son visited the site. He discovered the bone wasn’t buried but on public display. Horrified, he demanded the return of the bones to England. The Paris family refused to give them up and demanded he buy it from them.
The Belgium Ministry of Justice intervened and ordered the bones reburied. When the last M. Paris died, his widow found the bones in his study along with documents proving their origin.
Fearing a scandal, she burned everything.
After a successful military career and stint as Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, Uxbridge died in 1854. 
His leg outlasted him by 56 years.
* * * *
Why my interest in the blood and gore of Waterloo?
As well as my paranormal and contemporary romance, I’ve written two Regency Romances, one  set in and around Brussels at the time of Waterloo. The second features a hero who survived the battle but has the Georgian equivalent of PTSD


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Blurb for Wickedly Used


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 includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Blurb  - His Innocent Bride


Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village, Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood, yet when she caught the handsome gentleman's eye he wasted no time in making her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways of enticing a man.

When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea's plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea's life is threatened by her mother's vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?


Publisher's Note:
 His Innocent Bride is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.



Tuesday, 28 August 2018

A Strange Sort of Bargain #MFRWHooks #Regency #Romance #Suspense


Viscount Stonehurst looked younger than she’d expected, but he’d judged her a servant by her clothes. “You’re the wicked viscount? You don’t look debauched.”
Dark-haired and tall, he dressed as well as Deanswood, but he was more Mars—the dark God of War—to her husband’s blond Apollo. He pinned her with a cold glare, lounged in the wingback chair, his right ankle over his left knee. “I don’t interview servants, neither do I buy from hawkers. State your business and leave.”
Hard as she tried to look away, her gaze felt glued to his wooden leg. Now she’d seen his articulated ankle joint it both fascinated and horrified her.
Stonehurst followed her gaze. “A legacy of Waterloo. Pay it no heed. I don’t.”
She stood tall and met his gaze, but she felt surprised her voice didn’t shake. “First, my lord, can I trust your discretion?”
He laughed, showing his perfect white teeth. “If you couldn’t, I wouldn’t have any… visitors. You can take my discretion as a given.”
Alethea took a deep breath. “Yesterday was my wedding day. It doesn’t matter who my husband is, but I need to know about the…”
The gentleman’s smile turned mocking. “Not keen on the wedding bed, sweetheart?”
She blushed and tried to gather her thoughts. “I don’t know. I mean, I think I might be, but my husband didn’t… I mean… This is embarrassing. He never came to my bedchamber. I don’t know how to make him want me. I need an experienced man to tutor me and I am willing to pay you five guineas per lesson.”
He rose to his feet and limped to the window, but she thought he struggled to keep his face straight. “I rent out my rooms, not my body. However, I know someone who could both tutor you and cover the costs. I’ll send a note around to Deanswood House with the details. A word of advice, sweetheart. If the answer’s no, don’t ask anyone else. They won’t be as understanding as my friend.”
With her mask firmly in place, she’d thought to keep her identity secret. If the ton got wind of her scheme, her reputation would be in tatters. Deanswood would never want her then. “How did you know?”
He opened the door for her to leave. “You’re obviously a lady and the only member of the ton to marry yesterday was Deanswood. But, like I said, I know how to be discreet.”
Alethea’s feet felt glued to the floor as her plans disintegrated around her. Despite her dry mouth, she again met his gaze. “I have to trust you, but this will only work if I stay masked. Tell my tutor anonymity is key. If he tries to remove my mask, I will leave.”
There. She’d done it. She’d made an assignation with a man who wasn’t her husband. She needed information, but driving this bargain made her feel like a slut.


This post is part of the MFRWHooks blog hop. Please check out my fellow writers hooks using the links at the foot of the post

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Publisher’s Blurb



Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village, Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood, yet when she caught the handsome gentleman's eye he wasted no time in making her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways of enticing a man.

When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea's plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea's life is threatened by her mother's vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?

Publisher's Note: His Innocent Bride is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

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 Unknown 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. 



Friday, 24 August 2018

What If He Used a Whip? #SatSpanks #regency #romance #spanking


Alethea peered into the room. A masked woman stood on a table, body bared. She cupped her breasts and posed for her lover. Alethea hadn’t known nipples could turn so dark a red or be so pointed.
Head back, one leg slightly bent, the woman looked as profligate as Delilah tempting Samson. Much as the pair of them fascinated her, Alethea would never dare pose like that for Deanswood but… Something carnal woke inside her, demanding that she turn slut and try it.
When the woman’s lover hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, she rested her hands on his shoulders. He grinned and put his mouth on her…
Fishhooks! Why didn’t my mother ever tell me the name of that place between the woman’s legs? The place the masked man is lapping like a starving tiger.
Moaning with pleasure, the woman buried her hands in his hair. She rotated her hips, pushing them toward her lover’s lips. He put one hand on her bottom, pulling her so close she almost fell. With his other hand, he unlaced his breeches.
The woman’s actions seemed sluttish and wanton—an illicit pleasure that shocked Alethea’s soul. Would Deanswood expect her to do that? A small, slutty voice inside her whispered, “Yes, please.”
Spying on strangers felt sinful and wrong so she moved on down the corridor. A woman’s scream rang out from one of the rooms. Alethea put the flowers on the floor and flung open a door.
A masked man had a woman over his knee, her skirts flung over her head and her bottom bared. Red handprints covered the woman’s pale flesh. She wriggled and squirmed as the man smacked her behind. She convulsed and screamed out her pain.
When the door slammed against the wall, the spanker turned to Alethea and winked. “You’re next.”
The woman gave a high-pitched yelp and sobbed harder. Alethea’s pulse beat a frantic rhythm. Lightheaded and anxious, she backed away. She’d never let anyone manhandle her like that.
Pulling the door shut, she picked up the flowers and ran down the corridor. She shot into the end room and slammed the door behind her. Putting the flowers down, she studied her surroundings.
An array of whips covered one wall. The nearest had a long narrow lash. The far one had nine tails. Seeing a spanking had horrified her, but a flogging? How could anyone submit to something as painful and demeaning as that?
When she looked up, her gaze fixed on the hook set in the ceiling. She pictured someone naked, with their hands bound and fastened over it. They’d scream, weep, and beg while their partner whipped their flesh.
Shaking her head, she spun around. That left her staring at a selection of paddles. Cheeks burning, she sank into the nearest chair and fanned her face with her hand. Deanswood couldn’t… He wouldn’t… What if he wanted her to submit to something like that?
Her husband moved like a warrior and looked like an ancient god. She craved him in her bed, but a spanking? Thinking about that made the nerves in her belly knot. And what if he used a whip?

This extract if part of the SatSpanks blog hop. Please check out the excerpts form my fellow writers using the links at the foot of the post.

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Publisher’s Blurb
Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village, Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood, yet when she caught the handsome gentleman's eye he wasted no time in making her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways of enticing a man.

When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea's plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea's life is threatened by her mother's vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?

Publisher's Note:
 His Innocent Bride is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.





Lord Dashalong wins the Grand National Race. #regency #research #people #historical #romance







How well do you know your regency personalities?

William Philip Molyneux, 2nd Earl of Sefton (18 September 1772 – 20 November 1838), also known as Lord Dashalong, was a sportsman, gambler and a friend of the Prince Regent.

Eton and Oxford educated, he was a man with more money than sense.

In London, he acquired the nickname 'Lord Dashalong' because of his fondness for racing through the streets in a carriage with four horses; along with Lord WorcesterLord Barrymore, Sir John Lade, Colonel Berkeley and Charles Buxton, Lord Sefton was a founding member of the Four-in-Hand (also known as Four-Horse) Club.
He leased some of his land to the Waterloo Hotel at Aintree to help establish the Grand National Steeplechase.
He was a man true to his beliefs. He fell out with the Prince Regent when the Prince tried to prevent his wife attending White’s 1814 ball. The ball was eventually cancelled.
A member of Whites, Sefton married Maria Margret Craven, granddaughte of the 4th Earl of Berkley. She was one of the fourteen founders of Almacks – and a minor character in many Georgette Heyer novels. Those books are where my love of all things regency was born.
That's why I started writing Regency Romance



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Publisher’s Blurb
Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village, Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood, yet when she caught the handsome gentleman's eye he wasted no time in making her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways of enticing a man.

When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea's plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea's life is threatened by her mother's vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?

Publisher's Note: His Innocent Bride is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.


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 Unknown 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 on 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.








Thursday, 23 August 2018

The Viking's Possession #Vikingromance #spankingromance #historical romance


The Viking's Possession by [Brandon, Felicity]






War captured her, desire captivated her, but can her Viking captor truly possess her?

Blurb:

After she saves the life of Prince Anders, the Viking warrior who took her as his captive and tamed both her body and her heart, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose knows that she can never return home again. She will belong to Anders forever, as his bride and his possession, destined to be used and enjoyed as thoroughly, shamefully, and often as he pleases.

Though Anders has proven many times that he is more than willing to punish her bare bottom harshly for any disobedience, with war fast approaching between her brother and her husband, Aurelie puts her own life in danger in the hopes of making peace. But when her reckless gamble goes wrong, can Anders rescue his headstrong young wife before any harm comes to her?


The Viking's Possession is the sequel to The Viking's Conquest, but can be read as a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings, and sexual scenes, including some scenes of sexual humiliation. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
I do need him. I need him to rule over me. It is what he has always desired, and I feel no shame at asking for it.
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“I do so love to hear you beg, Aurelie,” he purrs, “but no, now is not the time to stop. Your spanking only truly begins when you think you can bear no more, and rest assured my love,” he pauses to land a further three firm strikes to my sore bottom. “You will bear more for me.”

Punishment

“How is my captive now?” His tone is deep and intimidating, and the resonance sends a flood of moisture rushing from my core.
“A little afraid, my Lofðungr,” I admit, watching as he strips his doublet from his torso, revealing his strong arms and chest.
His eyes narrow slightly, but he does not pass comment. Instead, he pauses, watching me in silence for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. At length, he moves to a large trunk in place against a far wall, lifting the substantial lid, and identifying something he desires from its contents. He swoops, collecting it, and his gaze is back on me at once, searing into my flesh. “Why afraid?” he asks, stepping back toward me.
Trapped in the confines of his bedcovers, I eye the implement in his hands with trepidation. It’s a lash, much like the one he has used on me before, and memories of those times flood my brain, my mouth drying in an instant. “My Lofðungr, please,” I say, the plea out before I even have time to think. “Do I really deserve such a penance?”
He reaches the opposite edge of the bed, smiling. “Is it for you to decide how your punishment is delivered?”
I shake my head, fear and arousal combining to make me feel giddy. “No, my Lofðungr,” I whisper.
He drops to the covers below, his weight reverberating up the length of the bed to where I sit, curled into something of a ball. “You have no reason to fear me, Aurelie,” he smiles. “After everything which has transpired between us, do you really think I could cause you any real harm?”
I blink away the tears that have collected in my eyes, once more shaking my head at his question. “No,” I sniff, watching him as he slides further up the bed toward me. “But please remember, my Lofðungr, you hold all of the cards here. These are your chambers, your town—your people. I am but a foreigner here—an alien—your most recent conquest.”
His tongue darts from his mouth, licking his lower lip in an unconscious way. “Au-re-lie,” he murmurs in that way that makes me belly clench and my sex yearn for him. “You know me better than this now, no?” He poses it as a question, yet gives me no time to respond. “I do not bring women back to my castle—not ever—not until you.”
There is silence for a moment as I absorb his words.
“I have done a great many things which I am not proud of,” he continues. “I have humiliated and treated you unfairly…” Here he pauses, his gaze intense as we both recall the deeds to which he refers. My face begins to flame at the memory of the things that have transpired between us. “I am a devil, Aurelie. I do not deny it. Yet you saved me, my sweeting, and so now, what am I?”
I draw in a deep breath, hypnotised by his performance. “You are the prince?” I offer in a tiny voice. “You always were.”
He smiles, dismissing my answer with a small shake of his blond hair. “A prince perhaps,” he concedes, “but much more than that, Aurelie. Now I am your devil—all yours—and you are mine.”
My heart is slamming against my chest as he crawls toward me, the black implement still clutched in his left hand. He rips the covers from my chest, exposing my breasts to the cool air once more, before straddling me with his formidable legs.
“You need not worry about my intention, or what you deserve,” he laughs softly. “I want all of your attention on me, right here, right now, do you understand?”
I nod, panting as he lowers his body over me. As he supports himself on his elbows, his lips brush over my mouth, his beard grazing me as he delivers soft caresses, before claiming my lips again. He finds me open and pliant, my mouth yielding for his sweet possession. It’s the most natural sensation in the world, and somehow the power of his kiss gives me strength. I am not afraid. I have come this far—and I do trust him.

My will is absolute, and my instructions must be obeyed. When you defy me, you will be punished.

About Felicity:
Felicity is a #1 international bestselling, and award winning writer of dark, spanking romance. Head in the clouds, you can usually find her either plotting her next book, hitting the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music. She lives to write though, and is happiest creating desire and kink at her keyboard.
No matter what – no matter how far he pushes me, whatever his expectations and demands – we always create beauty in the darkness he spins.
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