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UNDER SIEGE BY RENEE ROSE
For Lady Camilla, the only thing worse than managing Falconworth castle on her own would be her overlord discovering that she is a widow and marrying her off to his wretched nephew. Keeping her husband’s death a secret is a top priority, right up there with ensuring that troops from a rival castle don’t break down her curtain wall gate with their battering ram.
Yet when a devilishly handsome knight by the name of Sir Balen rides to her rescue, she is reluctant to turn over the control she has become accustomed to wielding. The attraction between them is palpable, but his arrogant assumption of the position and duties of her late husband irritates her, especially because those duties seem to include spanking her bare bottom!
Can she swallow her pride and propose the marriage which she knows would be best for all involved, or will her stubbornness cost her and the people of Falconworth dearly?
QUITE DECIDED BY KOREY MAE JOHNSON
When eighteen-year-old Wenda discovers that she is to be married off to a nobleman easily old enough to be her grandfather, she concocts a desperate plan to avoid that fate. Lord Talus, who was like an older brother to her growing up, will marry her instead—she is quite decided on it.
The only problem with this plan is the fact that Talus refuses it outright. Wenda has grown into a beautiful woman, but he has known her since she was a child and he cannot bring himself to expose her to the dark, hungry, sexual side of him which she would see as his wife.
Talus underestimates the lengths to which Wenda will go to carry out her plan, however, and he finds a marriage with her forced upon him by false allegations that he has stolen her maidenhood in the night. For her part Wenda soon learns, to her dismay, that her new husband is well within his rights to bare his young wife’s bottom and chastise her firmly for her scheming. Moreover, he intends to thoroughly enjoy every curve of her beautiful body once he feels the time is right to have his way with his new bride.
Author: Renee Rose and Korey Mae Johnson
Word Count: 41,100
eBook Price: $4.95
Excerpt
Sir Balen sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. She closed her eyes slowly and then opened them again, disappointed when she found he truly was there, and he truly meant to punish her. His jaw was set and he had a look of grim determination. The front of his hair was wet and his eyes were reddened from the ale that she should not have thrown.
It’s just a spanking.
He did not look particularly violent, which gave her some measure of relief, though this might be the most humiliating event of her life. To submit to this arrogant, self-important knight—to actually lie across his lap for his chastisement was unbearable. He was not her lord or master! At least she’d had the satisfaction of throwing her ale in his face in front of everyone. Though it hardly seemed worth this. The knot in her belly would not release and her breath was coming so quickly it made her chest heave.
“Mayhap I should have asked you first,” Sir Balen said.
She blinked at him, confused. “Asked what?”
“For permission to tear down part of your curtain wall.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. She had not expected any concession from him and to receive it now was her undoing. Her shoulders sagged.
Damn him. Now her actions seemed so unjustified—she had been in the wrong, and they both knew it. His manners were lacking, but hers had been far worse. Defeated, she blinked back the tears that sprang to her eyes.
As if he did not want to see her cry, he leaned forward and reached for her.
“Come,” he said sternly and pulled her across his lap, so that her torso rested on the bed and her waist was folded over his thighs.
She turned her head away from him, humiliated. She waited for the first blow, but it did not fall. Instead, she felt his hand brushing her calf, and she realized with horror that he was lifting her skirts.
“Sir Balen!” she protested.
“You shall not have the protection of your skirts,” he informed her firmly.
She felt the word “please” come to her lips but she bit it back. She would not beg. She most certainly would not beg. And Tola was there to be sure nothing untoward happened. She felt the cool air hit first her thighs, then her bottom and she squeezed her cheeks together defensively. He gave her one sharp smack and then another. She jumped each time, the offensive blow shocking her more than it hurt. But after about twenty spanks, it began to really smart. A slow burn had developed so that now each time his palm struck her bare skin, it was like fire. She began to make tiny whimpers, despite her best efforts to keep a stiff upper lip. She would not give him the satisfaction of her tears. At last the spanking stopped and he pulled her to stand and surveyed her face.
