When the castle they called home is besieged and ultimately falls, five women are captured and carried off as wives by their foes. Will they be treated as no more than the spoils of war, or can their new lords prove themselves worthy of the love and submission of their conquered brides?
The Conquered Brides is a five-book collection featuring brand-new titles from five top erotic romance authors. This collection includes:
Commanding the Princess, by Korey Mae Johnson
As the ruler of Hohenzollern Castle in name only, Susanna has watched helplessly for years as her power-hungry uncle made one enemy after another for her. One enemy stands out, and the moment she catches sight of him, Princess Susanna is certain that it will be Gerhard of Bavaria who brings her world down around her. As his army smashes through her gates, Susanna makes the only choice she has left. She surrenders herself to Gerhard, hoping to win mercy for her people, though she fears it will come at the cost of her life. But she soon learns that Gerhard has other plans for her, plans which may end with her surrendering much more than just her castle to him.
The Knight’s Seduction, by Renee Rose
Avowed to never again yield to a man’s ill-treatment, Lady Daisy stands ready to fight to the death when her castle is sacked. The imposing knight Sir Barrett has other ideas, however, and to her dismay, Daisy soon finds herself not only disarmed, but soundly spanked as well. Sir Barrett takes her as his captive bride, but when she shows real terror at the prospect of consummating their marriage, he offers her a bargain. She will offer her body to him and accept the pleasurable torments he inflicts, but he will not claim her fully until she aches for it so badly she begs him. Certain she will do no such thing, Daisy agrees, but can she resist the knight’s seduction?
The Widow Is Mine, by Ashe Barker
Since her husband’s untimely passing, Lady Natalia has resigned herself to a quiet life as a young widow and perhaps one day as a nun. But when her adopted home is conquered by the enemy, her world is turned upside down. After he rescues her from the chaos of Hohenzollern’s fall, Duke Stefan of Richtenholst cannot imagine allowing Natalia to languish behind the walls of a convent. The duke takes Natalia home as his wife, and he quickly proves himself ready to compel her obedience when it is necessary, but can he ever truly make her his own?
Conquering Lady Claire, by Sue Lyndon
As Hohenzollern Castle falls, mayhem unfolds around Lady Claire, and her only aim is to lead as many women and children of the castle to safety as possible. In an odd turn of fortune, her courageous efforts ultimately lead to her capture by none other than Lord Galien of Minrova, the very man that her brother, a powerful duke, recently commanded to find her and claim her as his wife. Claire’s defiance is quickly overcome by means of a firm hand applied to her bare bottom, but Galien is not content merely going through the motions of a political marriage. His skilled lovemaking soon leaves his new bride begging for more, but can he conquer her heart as well?
Kidnapped and Claimed, by Dinah McLeod
When her husband’s repeated infidelities and drunken insults become too much to bear, Lady Cecily flees to her childhood home at Hohenzollern, but things quickly go from bad to worse and she is kidnapped from the castle stables only moments after her arrival. Cecily ignores her abductor’s warnings of ruin about to befall Hohenzollern and his claim that he took her from the castle only to keep her safe. She resists him every step of the way, until at last he spanks her long and hard. Despite his firm chastisement, it soon becomes clear to Cecily that her captor cares for her in a way her husband never did. But can she forgive him for stealing her from her home?
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Excerpt from Commanding the Princess by Korey Mae Johnson
He ended the kiss and then guided her body over his knees. He smoothed his hand across her thighs and bottom, drinking in his fill of the beautiful sight. He had been in the company of many females before Susanna, but at the moment he couldn’t remember what any of them looked like. He was more certain than he’d ever been about anything that she had the finest ass in Christendom.
“What is my beautiful sweeting going to do from now on when I tell her to do something?” he asked her, squeezing one of her still-pale globes.
After a moment of silence during which she hummed and searched for an answer, he prompted, “Are you going to obey me?”
“Yes,” she murmured submissively.
“Do you know why?” he asked her.
She shook her head.
“Because I would never order you to do something without it being important to your safety, my love. Never. You are my best treasure; I wouldn’t break you. I like you stubborn and wild as you are.” He found himself grinning for a moment, but then he remembered that the reason they were in this position was because she had been almost eaten by wolves. Recalling that was beyond sobering.
“But when I tell you to do something,” he began to lecture, bringing the leather up above her bottom and then bringing it down with a loud, deafening crack. Her whole body flinched. “Then you—” he struck again, “will,” and again and again, “obey me!”
She kicked her legs out, but she hadn’t wailed. It sounded from her grunting like she was trying to grit her teeth to keep from crying. Unfortunately, her crying was the entire point. He began to slap the leather down across her tender flanks in earnest, not leaving an inch of flesh untouched from the middle of her milky thighs to the top of the cleft of her ass. She began to try to fight him and the pain, but he easily subdued her, clamping her knees behind one of his own and then hoisting her bottom up even higher.
He didn’t have much space to swing the strap in this position, but he wanted to be able to aim without worry of hurting the exposed, puffy lips of her sex, and he wanted the intimacy of having her close to his body through this. In any case, her backside was quickly turning a delicious shade of red.
Excerpt from The Knight’s Seduction by Renee Rose
Sir Barrett’s arms enveloped her, his enormous body dwarfing hers. It felt odd and not altogether unpleasant to be held as if she were a small child. She did not look at Sir Barrett but she could feel his breath against her neck.
“I ought to punish you,” he murmured.
She stiffened as her imagination took flight. That’s right. Despite his courtly manners, he had laid claim to her. Unless she escaped, he would become her husband and master. How would the huge knight choose to punish his wife? What things would he punish for? Would he thrash her? A mixture of fear and something else slithered in her belly. Her entire body grew prickly and warm despite the open window.
She needed to make him understand she could not be a wife. She could not offer her body up night after night for that horrific act. She looked at the door, but remembered his squire stood just outside. Sir Barrett had dropped his armor and sword by her door, but a dagger hung from his belt, just within her reach. Could she use it on him? She doubted it. She shivered and he lifted her to her feet.
“Get dressed now, lady. We must to get on the road or we’ll not make it to Rothburg by nightfall.”
He moved to close the shutters to the window, which still stood open.
Desperation took hold. Without a plan, she lunged forward and snatched the dagger from his belt.
He whirled, his hand flashing out and snatching the dagger. He grasped her arm and slapped the flat of the blade to her backside. “Now you most certainly earned a punishment,” he said, not sounding the least bit angry or even disappointed that she had just attempted to threaten his life. In fact, he seemed almost amused.
Dropping the dagger into his scabbard, he picked her up by the waist and carried her back to the chair. She caught a look of merriment in his eyes just before he tugged her across his thighs and lifted her tunic up her back. His huge paw clapped down on her upturned backside and she jerked, closing her mouth to the squeal that rose to her throat. He applied his hand four more times then created a new panic in her by yanking down her leggings to expose her bare bottom. She struggled against his hold, but he held her fast with an arm around her waist.
He picked up spanking again, slapping one cheek then the other in rapid succession. “We’re going to have a hard time together if you insist on trying to kill one or both of us,” he remarked, sounding quite calm considering how hard his hand connected with her stinging cheeks.
Excerpt From The Widow Is Mine by Ashe Barker
“You will lay yourself across my lap, with your hands and feet on the floor.”
I gulp, brush the remaining tears from my face, and chew on my lip for a moment. Then I shuffle to his side. I adopt the position he has instructed, determined to quash my sense of humiliation that he has placed me in such an undignified posture. Sweet Jesu’, let this soon be done.
“That’s good, but could you lift your bottom up a little higher for me please?”
So polite. I have no option but to shift around until I am poised just as he wishes, my bottom raised for him to spank.
“That is fine. I will spank you until I feel you have had enough and I will decide when your punishment is complete. You can make as much noise as you like. I fully expect you to be somewhat vocal. But you are not to move until I tell you to. You will not lift your hands to try to protect your bottom, nor will you kick. You will remain in this position, quite still, until I am finished. Is that clear?”
“Yes, my lord.” I clench my buttocks, anticipating the first spank.
“Do you have any questions about why I am punishing you?”
He seems to be in no hurry to start. I whisper my response, desperate for this to be over. “No, my lord. I know it is because I disobeyed you.”
“Yes, that. And also because of the danger you put yourself in. I left you here to ensure you were safe. By leaving the security of my tent you placed yourself in peril. As your husband it is my responsibility to protect you, to ensure your safety. I will not permit you to compromise that, now or in the future. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir. I think so.”
“We will see. But for now…”
I scream as the first spank lands on my right cheek, but manage not to move. The second swat sears my left cheek, and I cry out again. The spanks continue to rain down on my upturned bottom, and I swear that despite his promise to take care of me he is hitting me as hard as he can. The punishing blows all blend into each other as he delivers the spanking, hard and fast, until my bottom feels to be on fire.
Excerpt from Conquering Lady Claire by Sue Lyndon
“I intend to spank you fast and hard, Claire, and then this will be over. I want you to be a good girl and take your punishment. You were naughty. And this, sweet Claire, is what happens to naughty wives.”
The first blow landed, and she clenched her arse and reared over his lap, the sharp sting of it taking her breath away. Before she recovered, he rained a second and third smack down. She wiggled and cried out with each hard spank, and still he maintained a rapid pace as he switched from cheek to cheek with each strike.
“Oh, please, my lord!” After a dozen slaps she was ready for her punishment to be over. The pain of his hand cracking steadily down on her smarting flesh continued to take her breath away, and she gasped and tried to turn over on his lap. When that didn’t work, she attempted to slide to the floor, but he tightened his grip on her and kept spanking. Her struggles didn’t slow him a bit. And to think she had asked for this spanking—had told him she was ready to be punished.
Once her escape attempts failed, she pressed her face into the blankets and sobbed. When she remembered her promise to Galien to be good and accept her punishment, she sobbed even harder. How quickly she’d forgotten that promise to submit when faced with the unendurable sting upon her bottom cheeks.
He thrashed the tops of her thighs, as well as the tender area of her lower backside. Her wet face stuck to the blankets, and the intensity of the fire blazing across her skin chased away all other thoughts. There was only the pain and the knowledge of what she’d done to deserve this punishment from her husband. Thwack! Thwack! His hand didn’t seem to tire, and as exhaustion from her struggles and crying fell upon her, she went limp over his lap.
He paused and caressed her throbbing bottom. “The next time you are upset with me, wife, how will you behave differently?”
She sniffled and turned her face to the side, taking in a deep breath before she replied. “I-I will speak with you about it, my lord, in a calm manner.” Hot tears poured from her eyes.
“I will not disrespect you again, not the way I did tonight, my lord, for which I am very sorry.”
“Good girl. We’re almost finished.”
Excerpt from Kidnapped and Claimed by Dinah McLeod
“Now, remind me why I am punishing you, Cecily.”
“Because… because I disobeyed you,” I whispered.
His hand came down hard on my quivering flesh, bouncing from one cheek to the next as he exacted justice for my sins. Each smack of his hand was firmer than the one before it and the desire to kick my legs and try to escape was nearly irrepressible. It was only his strong arm looped around my waist that kept me from trying.
“What else, Cecily?”
It was hard for me to concentrate on the sound of his voice. Right then, it was hard for me to think of anything other than my aching arse and the tears that I was trying to blink back. “Ah…”
Two hard, resounding swats on each of my cheeks had me gasping and arching my back. “Think hard, if you must.”
“I… I brought attention to myself.”
“It was a dangerous thing to do, was it not, sweeting?”
At that very moment, I began to wonder if I wouldn’t have been safer with the looters than with Antony. I very much doubted my bottom would be in such agony! However, I knew better than to say so aloud. “Y-yes,” I answered, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks.
“All I endeavor to do is to keep you safe, my lady.” With that, the spanking resumed, his hard hand coming down again and again until I thought I could bear it no longer.
“I’ll be good!” I cried out, a sob lodging in my throat. “Please, I beg you! It shan’t happen again!”
“I intend to see to it that you keep that promise, Your Grace.”
I should have told him that no one would ever dare spank a duchess. That I had learned my lesson well, that it hurt too much. I should have told him something, anything to make it stop, but as I cried, words were lost to me, turned instead to piteous moans which only grew in frequency and volume as his hand continued to punish my hot, defenseless cheeks.