The
Viscount’s Pet
Blurb
When her brother
tries to force her into a marriage with a detestable baron, Julianna Halstead
flees the family estate she has helped manage since the death of her parents.
But as she makes her escape late at night, Juliana’s carelessness nearly
results in her being trampled by a galloping horse, and the steed’s handsome
rider takes it upon himself to correct her right then and there.
Though having her
bottom bared and soundly spanked on the side of the road leaves Juliana
blushing crimson, the punishment arouses her intensely and her body’s helpless
response cannot be hidden. To make matters worse, the gentleman over whose lap
she was so firmly chastised turns out to be none other than Viscount
Stonehurst, someone she has known since childhood.
When Stonehurst
learns of Juliana’s predicament, he decides to make her his bride. She will be
no ordinary wife, however. She will be something much more shameful. But even
as she is leashed, collared, and put on display in a cage wearing only a tail,
then brought out to be used in ways no proper lady should enjoy, will Juliana
come to love her new life as the viscount’s pet?
Publisher’s Note: The Viscount’s Pet is a stand-alone
novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used and His Innocent Bride. It includes spankings
and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Excerpt From the Viscount's Pet
Julianna sidestepped sand dropped her bag. Her ankle twisted
beneath her, and she tumbled to the ground. When the horseman tugged hard at
the reins, the coal-black stallion reared, its forelegs pawed the air. She
screamed and closed her eyes. Curled into a ball, she waited for its ebony
hooves to pulverize her.
The rider swore, the horse whickering as it planted its
feet in the dirt by her face. Tiny dust clouds rose from the road. She coughed
and crablike, she scuttled to the fallen oak at the edge of the copse. The
bracken smelled earthy, and the thick foliage cushioned her bruised ribs.
Her heart beat overtime when the horseman dismounted and
stalked toward her. Wearing a black greatcoat and muffler, he towered over her.
Grabbing her wrist, he hauled her upright.
His utter masculinity sent shudders along her spine.
Devilish and terrifying, he emanated menace and danger. She should be shaking
in fear, but he sparked wicked longings in her soul.
Untouched and innocent, she hated how her nipples pearled and
damp heat creamed between her legs. She needed his lips pressed against hers
and his hands on her body. For a woman who’d sworn never to marry, that scared
her more than his fury. If not for his tight grip on her shoulders, she’d have
run off into the night.
Her pulse still raced, but she buried her fear beneath a
haughty manner. “Unhand me, sir. I’m late as it is.”
Rather than let go of her arm, he tugged her closer. He
smelled of citrus fruits and freshly gathered mint. When her gaze meshed with
his, lightning bolts sizzled between them. Head bent, he moved toward her. She
puckered her lips in anticipation.
Blinking, he straightened abruptly. “I could have killed
you, you little fool.”
Disappointment crushed her soul. Her ribs ached from Kit’s
assault and her ankle throbbed from her fall. Sniffing back tears, she thought
of her mother’s pampered cat and tried to out-stare him. “My apologies, sir. I
should have been paying attention, not daydreaming along in the twilight. Since
neither of us is hurt, we can go on our own ways.”
“Not until you’ve learned your lesson,” he snapped.
Pulling free from his hold, she rubbed her wrist. Nervous,
she retreated toward her portmanteau, ready to grab it and run. Shooting
forward, he hoisted her over his shoulder. The undignified position made her
ribs throb. His hand splayed over her rear end, caressing and stroking it as he
pinned her in place.
Five steps and he’d carried her back to the tree trunk.
Once settled on it, he thrust her over his knee. “Naughty little girls who risk
their lives deserve a spanking. And I’m just the man to give it to you.”
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