Tuesday, March 11, 2014

WARRIOR'S WRATH


Title: Warrior's Vengeance
Author: Gianna Simone
Genres: Erotic Romance, Historical Romance
Categories: Medieval England/Scotland
Erotic Elements: BDSM, Very dubious consent
Publisher: Pink Flamingo Publications
Release Date: June 1, 2012
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count/Length: 80,000 words/130 pages

Warrior's Vengeance blurb: (book 1)

Near the Scottish border during the reign of Edward I, Marissa Langley, daughter of a powerful English earl is captured by a band of marauding Scotsmen. Completely at their mercy, she is desperate to escape. When the leader of the group saves her from certain rape, she believes she will be freed.

But Ian MacCallum is no savior. He takes her for his own, seduces her then makes her a  submissive. Her collar and chains are part of his vengeance on her father—the man Ian claims is responsible for the death of his beloved wife and son.

But her immediate death is not Ian’s plan. He subjects her to daily suffering and punishments and goes so far as sharing her with another clansman. Yet, her spirit will not be broken. He finds himself drawn to that core of strength within her; finding it most exquisite as it cannot be violated.

When danger from within his clan threatens her, Ian protects her, discovering at the same time that he does not want to lose her, ever.

Marissa makes her own discovery: she comes to crave Ian’s torturous touch. When she learns the source of his hatred, she is certain he is wrong. Her father would not commit atrocities. She waits for the moment when she can escape and prove her father’s innocence. But that would mean leaving Ian when she is no longer sure she wants to be free.

Includes: Bondage, collars, spanking, multiple partners and so much more!

Warrior's Vengeance excerpt:

Marissa jerked out of her captor's grip, but found herself trapped once more against another of his comrades.

"Filthy Scots! Release me at once and your lives may be spared!"

Her only response was laughter, as the leader, his name Colin she had learned, stalked over to her. Her bound arms gripped tightly by the man behind her, she could not evade him.

"Lassie, dinna think you can escape. We caught you and as is our right, we will take our turns enjoying you. And I'm first."

She held back her revulsion and fear, determined not to show any weakness before them. When he neared, she kicked out, catching him on the shin. He yelped with the sudden pain, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"You wanna make it difficult, then? So be it." He reached out and yanked on her hair again, drawing her closer. Gathering what moisture she could, she spat fully into his face.

The roar of outrage echoed around her. Colin pulled harder, jerking her out of the other man's grip and toward him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the giant fist nearing her face.

She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the blow.

Nothing happened. She slowly opened her eyes again, surprised to see another man holding Colin's arm.

"You fool!" he said. "What the hell have you done?"

"Found ourselves a lassie, Ian."

"Do you realize you've jeopardized the mission? No one was to know we were here. Now they will come search for us, before we can finalize our plans and return for siege!"

Siege? These Scots were going to attack Montchester? Why? Marissa stared silently at the two men as they argued, then realized the other men all watched just as intently as she. Here was her chance. She inched slowly toward the edge of the circle, taking care to draw no notice as the two men continued to hold everyone's attention.

"You ruined everything!" Ian shouted. "They will come looking for her!" At that moment, he turned to where she'd been standing moments earlier. His gaze moved among the men and quickly landed on her. "Oh, no, you don't!"

She turned and ran without considering the notion further. She'd barely managed a few strides when she found herself caught once again, a strong arm hauling her off her feet and against a solid muscled chest. She screamed her frustration, kicking against her captor. She twisted in his grip, her hands still bound before her and giving her little leverage. When his hand covered her mouth to silence her screams, she bit down hard on the nearest finger.

His furious oath blistered her ears, but somehow, she'd managed to gain her freedom. She ran, not caring which direction, but was thrown to the ground, covered by a hard body.

"Dinna make me hurt you, lass."

"You'll pay for this!" she shrieked, trying to fight him as he turned her over. Her gaze locked on his, and she recognized a stony resignation in his expression.

"You've no choice but to remain as our prisoner now. We canna afford to free you, not yet anyway."

"You have no idea what you've done."

"Aye, lass, I expect you're more trouble than you're worth, but there isna choice now."

He stood and lifted her by the arms, and she detected something gentle in his actions, unlike the brutish treatment she'd endured at Colin's hands.

"You're a fool, Colin, for bringing this trouble upon us. I sent you to scout the surrounding areas and you do something foolish like kidnapping a lass. Did you learn anything useful at all?"

Colin sent Marissa a glare of pure hatred. She shuddered and shrank against Ian, choosing the lesser of two evils. She had no doubt Colin would have been the first of many to rape her, while she somehow sensed Ian would not be so brutal. She'd gone mad, surely, to think Ian could be a decent choice.

"Aye. After today, there be less than half the garrison present. The Panther is still in residence, but he will be leaving within a sennight to join his king." Colin spat on the ground. "There are several wooded stands that will give us cover as long as we make our approach at night. The Panther's family will not be able to defend against us when we attack."

Marissa stiffened at the sound of her father's nickname, and barely managed to stifle her gasp. Yet, Ian's grip on her arms tightened. Before she could think on the meaning of the action, he'd spun her about.

"You're the Panther's daughter."

She shook her head. "Nay, I am not!"

A terrifying smile spread across Ian's face. She shivered against an icy chill, fear squeezing her heart. "Mayhap this will be a better way to exact my revenge."

"Nay, you're wrong! I'm just a lowborn girl. Please, I'm not worth anything."

His dark eyes raked her body and she felt it as if he had touched her physically. He shook his head. "You wear the clothing of a lady. Methinks you will do nicely."

He turned and tugged her bound wrists. She stumbled as she resisted; he simply turned, bent and hoisted her over his shoulder. She kicked her legs.

"Bastard! Animal! Let me go!"

He laughed, tightening his arm across her legs and halting her movements. Seconds later, his large hand landed harshly on her bottom! How dare he strike her!

She shrieked, using every obscenity she'd ever heard her brothers use. She pounded at his back, but he ignored her as he strode toward the caves. Damn! She had to get free of him before they were lost in the maze and her father and his men would never find her!

Ian didn't know how he held back his fury at Colin for kidnapping the girl. What had the fool been thinking? After he settled the hellcat on his shoulder, he would take the man to task. He'd come too close to allow a stupid action to ruin his plans. He needed to rethink everything up to this point.

At the same time, the likelihood of the squirming lass being the daughter of his enemy gave him an advantage as well. Her eyes gave her away. Whilst he'd never seen for himself, everyone knew The Panther had the eyes of the wild creature whose name he bore. This comely lass's eyes were the same tawny shade of gold. Who else could she be? He would ransom her, after he and his men destroyed the keep and brought the Panther to his knees. After that, who knew? He would have to think long and hard on this.

He strode deeper into the caves, until he reached the area he'd chosen for himself. Tucked away from the main path, the alcove gave him privacy, but remained near enough to the entrance to hear any who approached. He tossed the girl to his pallet. She rolled away from him and took up a crouching position, her bound hands held out before her. He smiled.

"You canna get away, lass, so you may as well get comfortable."

"Heathen! Filthy animal! How dare you kidnap me!"

Ian scratched his beard. "Actually, that would be my fool clansman who kidnapped you. Since you're here, and I'm the leader of this mission, you belong to me. I will decide what's to be done with you."

"I belong to no one." She slowly stood, her dark hair falling across her face. She tossed it away with a graceful wave.

She was a comely lass, he had to admit. Her eyes, with that odd tawny shade, glistened in the firelight. Two bright pink spots adorned her high cheekbones. Her full lips twisted in an expression of rage. He had the sudden thought of those lips melting beneath his. He shook his head. He'd been too long without a woman that this scrap of a girl could give him thoughts of nonsense.

"Consider yourself my guest."

She sneered. He held back his chuckle. She would be fun to tame. As soon as the thought occurred, it took hold with a tenacious grip. The mission. Revenge. Don't lose sight of the goal.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized this would be the ultimate revenge on the Panther. To destroy The Panther's daughter, as the other man and his soldiers had done to Ian's wife, would be true vengeance. He wouldn't take the lass before him in brutality. Nay, he would seduce her, make her crave his touch and what he could give her, and she'd be willing to do anything he asked, no, ordered. To tame her fire, to break her spirit, to turn her into his personal slave, that would be his revenge.

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Title: Warrior's Wrath
Author: Gianna Simone
Genres: Erotic Romance, Historical Romance
Categories: Medieval England/Wales
Erotic Elements: BDSM, Dubious Consent
Publisher: Pink Flamingo Publications
Release Date: January 31, 2014
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count/Length: 74,000 words/127pages


Warrior's Wrath blurb: (book 2) 

In 14th century England, a long-kept secret upends Rowan Langley's life. His anger sends him on a quest to discover the truth behind the lies he's been told. Determined to avoid such betrayal again, he trusts no one and lets his wrath guide him and keep others from getting close, except fellow knight Gerard, his only ally.

Aeron Dawkyns is running for her life – fleeing Wales and a false charge of murder. Forced to live in the street and pickpocket to save enough money to travel to England where her brother can help her, she steals coin from Rowan. Though she at first escapes capture, her luck runs out when Rowan catches her attempting to steal his horse. He offers her a choice – sexual slavery to himself and Gerard, or be handed over to the sheriff to be hanged. To stay alive, she agrees to Rowan's deal, never expecting the torment she will endure.

As the days pass, Aeron finds serving a bitter and angry Rowan has dark pleasures of its own, pleasures she soon learns to crave. For the first time in months, she feels safe, despite the wicked and torturous games the two knights play with her body. But when Rowan insists on dragging her back into Wales, she fears that safety will be utterly destroyed at the end of a hangman's noose. 

When Rowan learns of Aeron's plight, he vows to help hunt down those who have falsely charged her. He promises to protect her, and keep her, using the debt she still owes as his reason. 

But how can he keep her safe when he fears he is no better than the brutal enemy who wants her hanged? He has come to crave his slave's touch, as much as he craves her heart and never wants to let her go.

Staying with Rowan becomes Aeron's heart's desire – but could very well mean the end of her life.

Includes: Bondage, spanking, multiple partners and anal sex

Warrior's Wrath Excerpt:
Aeron had braced herself for a harsh blow, but at the feel of Rowan's gently caressing hand, she calmed. The sensation was not all bad. She actually rather liked the soft touch, but knew 'twould not last.

Sure enough, the sharp bite of his hand slamming into her flesh sent a shard of pain through her bottom and up along her spine. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, and squeezed her eyes shut, lest Gerard see her tears of weakness. These two barbarians didn't deserve to see her fear of them.

Another blow and her entire body tensed. A harsh grunt escaped and she hung her head, shamed by the show of weakness. Another strike, this time she cried out fully, her flesh on fire and already tender. Another strike, and another, and another, until soon she was wailing and sobbing and pleading for him to stop.

He didn't.

Yet, she found herself slowly pushing up with her hips, meeting his hand as he brought it down again and again. Deep inside her, an unfamiliar warmth grew, and spread throughout. Her sex clenched with every blow now, and a vague awareness of the oddly hungry feelings coursed through her. She recognized a wanton need, and it started with each strike of Rowan's hand and settled in her core with a fierce throbbing.

When he finally stopped, her arse burned, and so did the rest of her body. Her breasts hung heavy, her nipples tight and hard. She opened her eyes to find Gerard watching her intently. Before she had a chance to say anything, she found herself upright and seated in Rowan's lap. Fire bloomed in her flesh and she tried to rise, but he refused to release her. He gripped her chin and turned her to face him.

"Attempt to kill me again and you will suffer far worse."

He shoved her to the dirt before him and her bound hands managed to break the fall before she hurt herself. He stood and walked toward her shelter, leaving her and Gerard alone by the fire.

The knight shook his head. "Girl, you shouldn't push him that way. He carries a lot of anger and you're an easy target."

"He beat me." She lifted her chin.

"You tried to kill him."

"I had no choice, don’t you see? I cannot be a slave to him, or you. I have to…" She fell silent, not willing to share anything of herself with him.

"You have to what?"

She shook her head and rose on shaky legs. Her arse burned and she rubbed it in an attempt to soothe the pain. It didn’t help.

"Gerard, bring her."

Rowan's voice came from the area of her shelter. Aeron raised her gaze to the knight who now towered over her. He shrugged and grabbed hold of the rope trailing from her bound hands.

She didn't possess enough strength to fight against his pull and she suddenly stood before her crude home, Rowan blocking the entrance.

"Tend the fire, then join me. I'll need your help preparing her."

Preparing her? What did the bastard mean to do to her? She stood straight, refusing to show any sign of fear. But when he reached for her, she couldn't help flinching. His fingers closed around her arm and he pulled her into the hut. He yanked her cloak from her shoulders, leaving her clad in just the thin kirtle. She only had two and prayed he would not ruin this one.

"Remove the dress." He folded his arms.

The one opening she had fashioned for a window let ample moonlight in, illuminating the hut. She had a clear view of his stern features. She actually possessed the odd thought he was pleasing to the eye, when he wasn't scowling. His dark eyes missed nothing, and she had seen appreciation in them earlier when he looked at her. He found her pleasing and mayhap there was a way to win his favor.

What was she thinking? She had no desire to win this man's favor, handsome or not. He was a barbaric knight who liked to beat women.

"Now!"

His sharp order broke the silence and she jumped. Oh yes, she needed to remove her clothes. She'd fought so hard to avoid rape and ruination. Her efforts had been for naught. If she didn't give him willingly what he wanted, he would take it by force. She had no desire to be raped. Mayhap if she pretended to like it, he would be gentle with her.

As soon as she thought it, she tossed the notion aside. He would never see her as more than a murdering thief, so he would never take care with her.

"If you continue to disobey my orders, I will punish you again."

"I'm sorry. I… " She fell silent and realized with dismay she couldn't reach the laces of her kirtle in the back. "I cannot untie the dress like this."

He rolled his eyes and moved his hand in a motion to indicate she should turn around.

She did, too afraid to refuse and incur his wrath further. The feel of his hands gently undoing the laces sent a strange shivery feeling along her spine, and she found herself unable to suppress it completely. He must have noticed, for he gave a hint of a chuckle. The heat in her body suddenly intensified.

The kirtle now loosened, she kept her back to him and slid it off her shoulders. The dress caught on her bound wrists. She heard rather than felt him near her and untie the knots in the rope. The fabric fell to the ground, leaving her bare in its wake.

"Turn around. I want to see you."

She hesitated another moment, then turned. Rowan quickly wrapped the rope around her wrists once more then stepped back, folding his arms as he studied her. Aeron pressed her bound arms over her breasts. Rowan shook his head and reached for the rope, pulling her minimal protection away. She shivered in the cold, but that quickly vanished when she noted the heat and hunger in his eyes. Moonlight illuminated his face and part of her wished the shadows hid his expression.

He wanted her.

She knew that coveting look well. It usually repulsed her. Now, she oddly found herself drawn to the desire she read in his stare. Her body even responded, a slickness coating her sex.

She was no fool and knew what that meant, but the thought she might feel something akin to desire for this barbaric man who held her captive alarmed her. She should resist and not admit to the eagerness that suddenly swelled within.

He tugged on the rope, his gaze moving over her nude form as he pulled her near. When he halted her, she stood only inches from him. The warmth of his body enveloped her, and she found herself held still by the intensity of his stare.

She had no warning when his mouth came down on hers, seeking and demanding, his tongue sliding along her lips. Too startled to think clearly, she opened her mouth, letting him inside to taste her. Her knees trembled at the sensations coursing through her, none she could name, but they made her feel as if she floated a few inches above the ground. Warm hands gripping her shoulder jerked her back to awareness, but it didn't last long and soon the heady sway of desire captivated her. Calloused fingers slid along her neck, lower, until he rested his hand just above her pounding heart. He drew away and gave her a smile.

"Don't fear, little thief."

She swallowed twice to clear the lump in her throat. "How can I not? You beat me, and now would take me, whether I wish it or not."

"Ere long, you will be begging me for more."

A movement behind her alerted her to Gerard's presence. Rowan looked up and gave his friend a grin.


"Methinks 'twill be an enjoyable eve," the knight behind her said.

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Author Bio:
I'm a born-and-bred Jersey Girl, with Brooklyn roots, and I still live where it all started. I married my very own alpha male many eons ago, and am a (now formerly) full-time working mom to two school-age children. Still, even without a job, free time is always at a premium, and I spend the bulk of it lost in the worlds of my own making. I love to read and write hot sexy and emotional stories about people both glamorous and not-so-glamorous. And some of them are even downright un-heroic at times, which is part of what makes them so sexy, in my opinion!

On those rare occasions when I am not writing, you can catch me playing in my other favorite alternate worlds of Highlander, Harry Potter, Charmed, and DragonBall Z! Yes, I know, an odd combo, but they all feature some of the sexiest villains ever. A couple others that have recently been added to my favorites list: Sleepy Hollow and Vikings. Not necessarily villains, but flawed heroes – just as yummy! I'm also a HUGE fan of the NY Rangers.

My books, which usually involve BDSM themes, and range from historical to paranormal and futuristic/sci-fi, are available through Renaissance Ebooks Sizzler Editions and Pink Flamingo Publications. You can find me on the web in all the usual haunts – Twitter, FB, Google+, Linkedin, and elsewhere.

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2 comments:

Mary Preston said...

Such a wonderful excerpt. This sounds amazing.

Gianna Simone said...

Thanks for stopping by Mary. I had a lot of fun writing these books and there will be more in the series.

Gianna