Felicity Brandon

Forbidden (A Dark Necessities Prequel book 3) by Felicity Brandon

Are you looking for a hot book? Look no further - Maggie Ryan has a recommendation for you: “Truly a fantastic journey you won't want to miss.” From her review of Forbidden by Felicity Brandon. This is book 3 in the Dark Necessities prequel series.

Nobody survives Ethan Reilly…

Blurb:

Once upon a time, I was a monster.
A predator who seized women just to get my kicks.
And then along came Lily. Lily—the light that chased my demons away.
Consumed with love for her, I finally put the sins of those torrid times behind me, until one dark day, everything changes.
I’m lured back into the shadows, the monster awoken again and now it will take every ounce of Lily’s submission to pull me back from the brink.
My betrayal sends our lives into a spiral of despair, and with justice looming on the horizon, it’s time we faced The End. 
Forbidden is a gripping, powerful, and emotional page turner with a breathtaking climax for fans of dark romance with a twist of true crime. It is the third in The Dark Necessities Prequels trilogy.
Disclaimer: Forbidden contains fantasy scenes appropriate for mature readers. Ages 18 and over only! Nothing in this book should be interpreted as the author’s condoning or endorsing any of the activities depicted.

Universal Buy link:  http://mybook.to/Forbidden

Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/46761314-forbidden

Excerpt

Ethan’s cock throbbed with need at the way Lily responded to his decision. Her already flaming cheeks seemed to blush harder and her breaths were coming out in short pants. He threw her a smile as he closed the drawer and made his way back to the bed clutching his choice of implements. As his shins hit the side of the covers, he tossed them down, just a few inches from Lily’s head.
She lifted her gaze, eyeing all three with obvious suspicion.
“So, my naughty wife prefers the paddle, does she?” he asked, for some reason still talking about Lily in the third person even though she was right there on her knees in front of him. There was just something about the deed, somehow it seemed to objectify Lily further—an objective they both wanted him to achieve.
“Does that mean I should use it first or last?”
Lily’s wide eyes met his gaze. “Sir?”
He didn’t have to look into her thoughts to see the panic swelling in her now, Lily’s body language was giving it away effortlessly and his erection grew as a direct result. After all this time, that flicker of fear in Lily’s gaze still made him hard. But then Ethan guessed some things would never change.
“Never mind,” he told her with a smile. “I have decided to be kind and save the best until last for you.”
She gasped, probably uncertain if that was a kindness or not, but wisely, Lily said nothing. Ethan reached forward, selecting the thin cane from just beyond her nose and holding it up for inspection. It had been a very long time since he’d last caned Lily, but based on the huffing and puffing that was coming from her, she hadn’t forgotten its keen bite.
“Oh God!”
The words left her lips in a rushed breath and Ethan knew how much effort it was taking for Lily to remain in position for him. Every instinct in her body was telling her to get up and run for the door.
“But you’re not going to run, are you, Lily?”
She pressed her palms down in front of her, as though she needed to ground herself. “No, sir,” she promised. “But please. I hate that thing.”
Ethan lowered the cane and moved toward her. “Hate is a strong word, little one,” he replied in a soft voice. “You may not like it, but do you deserve it?”
Lily screwed her face up. “Maybe, sir, but—”
He lifted the cane above her prone arse as her protest began, bringing it down swiftly across both helpless cheeks and ending her sentence.
She leapt from the bed at the impact, yelling out into the covers as she buried her face in them.
“There will be no excuses, Lily.” Ethan’s voice was little more than a growl as he tilted his head to assess the mark the implement had made against her pale skin. “You will kneel there and take your punishment like a good girl. Got it?”
Lily lifted her head, blinking away tears as she answered. “Yes, sir. I’ve got it.”
Ethan nodded. “Good. Six strokes of the cane then?”
He presented it as a question, though he didn’t know why. Lily’s fate was already sealed.
“Six more, sir?” she whined.
“Absolutely, six more,” he repeated. “That first one was just a warning about what happens when we don’t accept our punishment.”
She pressed her face back into the covers at that and Ethan smiled. It was such an ironic sentiment coming from a man like him—a man who had successfully dodged his punishment for decades. Inching forward he raised the cane over her vulnerable backside.
“You’re going to thank me for each strike, Mrs. Reilly,” he told her. “And then, once we’re finished with the cane, you can tell me what you’re being punished for.”
Lily sniffed, twisting her head at the news. “Yes, sir,” she mewled.
Ethan swatted her with the cane again, and this time he did it with real force. He watched with satisfaction as Lily’s fingers clawed at their bedding, but somehow, she swallowed down the pain. Ethan smiled. He was almost proud of her.
She lifted her head. “Thank you, sir,” she managed, although Ethan could tell it was killing her to have to say the words.
“You’re welcome,” he replied happily. “That was one.”
He landed the next strike a little lower than the first and this time she squealed.
”Damn it, Ethan! That hurts so much!”
“Good,” he told her sternly. “I want it to bloody hurt, Lily. I want you to remember why it hurts every time you try and sit down.”
She inhaled at that, the defiance radiating from her body. “Thank you, sir.”
That was said between gritted teeth, but still, she had said it. That’s what counted. Ethan could work on getting her to mean it as they went.
“That’s two, Lily. Brace yourself.”
Lily’s cheeks tensed at his command and Ethan wanted to chuckle.
“Not like that,” he chided, tapping her cheeks with the end of the cane. “Relax those cheeks and just be ready.”
She panted again, and in Lily’s thoughts Ethan caught a myriad of complaints, but he ignored them, instead lining up his next shot. He aimed for the place her thighs met by delicious arse, and this time Lily jumped clear from the bed at the hurt.
“Ow, ow, ow!” she yelped, reaching around to claw at the punished area.
“Get those hands away,” he barked. “You know better than that, Lily!”
He ensured he locked gazes with her and Lily bit her lip in shame as she withdrew her palms. “I’m sorry, sir,” she whimpered. “But it’s too much.”
No, it’s not, his thoughts told her. It’s not even close to being too much, sweetheart.
Watery eyes blinked at him.
Accept your fate or I will be harder on you.
It took a moment, but Ethan saw the moment she ceded the point. Her shoulders slumped, her head falling forward again.
“Better,” he praised. “Now, thank me and then you can tell me how many strikes you have left.”
Lily shifted her head miserably. “Thank you, sir,” she mumbled. “There are three to go.”
Though God knows how I’ll get through them.
“You’ll get through them,” Ethan said with a smile. “You’ll get through all of it, and do you know why, little girl?”
Lily’s gaze had the temerity to narrow at that. “Because I deserve it, sir.”
“Right,” he replied. “Now spread those legs and get ready. The last three are coming hard and fast.”

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Fallen by Felicity Brandon

If you’ve tasted the Dark Necessities series by Felicity Brandon, you’ll want to one-click Fallen right away. It’s book two in the Prequel series.

She should have run while she had the chance…

Blurb:

Lily Simpson escapes, leaving her brooding captor to rot, but she’s still not free. Unable to resist the forbidden temptation Ethan Reilly offers, Lily is once again drawn back into his dangerous web of power and surrender (switch to submission).
When they travel north, their desire blooms into something even darker—something Lily both detests and adores in equal measure. But when she learns of the fate of her best friend, everything changes. The question is, will there be a second opportunity to escape Ethan’s clutches?
Suspenseful, thought-provoking, and peppered with breathtaking scenes, this fast-paced psychological, dark romance will haunt you.

Disclaimer: Fallen contains sensual scenes including spankings, bondage and discipline and other sexual activities. These are fantasies only, intended for adults only. Strong stuff but worth it. If such subjects offend you, please do not buy this book.

Universal Buy link: http://mybook.to/Fallen

How about some sexy snippets before we get to the excerpt?

  • Free was a relative concept when you belonged to Ethan Reilly.

  • There was the contradiction—her man was part paramour and part monster—and she could never keep up with whom she was in bed with.

  • He couldn’t have her love by making her his prisoner, but fuck, it was tempting.
    Too tempting.

  • And if it came to it, Ethan knew he could damn well try.

  • “Stop it, Ethan,” she gasped. “You’re hurting me.”
    His cock roused at the way she made that sound. “But you like it when I make it hurt, baby,” he whispered. “I know you do.”

And now for a bigger slice of this delectable pie, an excerpt:

Whoever had said fruit was good for you was absolutely right, and as he watched the end of the banana slip into Lily’s tight little cunt for the sixth and seventh times, Ethan wanted to growl with delight. It was almost worth having been locked in the cellar yesterday; all the angst as he broke his way out, and all the work he’d have to achieve to tidy and replace the door—just for this—this moment where he could bind, gag and torment his little angel with the tip of his breakfast.
Her mind was still full of complaints for the intrusion, but Ethan just smiled at them. Lily forgot that it wasn’t only her mind he had access to, but her body as well, and although he could sense the tension in her hips as she tried, unsuccessfully, to keep them in place for the fruit, he could also see the way her nipples had hardened to small points again, and how rapidly her breaths were coming in and out of her flared nostrils. Lily was loving being fucked by the banana—however much she wanted to protest the point.
“Lily, you are so fucking fabulous,” he praised, unable to control himself as he withdrew the end of the fruit from her pussy again.
Her knees splayed for him, and in what he assumed was an unthinking gesture, Lily pushed her hips up toward him. He eyed her pink, swollen flesh hungrily. Fuck, he wanted to go down on her right at that moment, and see how fantastic she tasted now that she’d been invaded by his healthy breakfast, but he couldn’t—not yet. First, Ethan needed to torture her just a little but more. Holding the banana in his hand, he lifted it aloft, so Lily was able to eye it from her place bound to the bed.
“My, my, my, little lady,” he said with a grin. “Look at all those hot, slick juices over my morning fruit.”
Ethan shot her a filthy smile, and he licked his lips as he drew the banana closer to his face, taking in the scent of her sex as it approached. Lily panted in response, her face flaming with her obvious shame, but he could also sense how excited she was, and how enthralling she was finding the show he was putting on for her.
“I wonder how much better it tastes now?” he asked aloud as his gaze fell to the fruit again.
And then, slowly—excruciatingly slowly—he brought the banana to his lips, taking a large bite of the end that he’d fucked Lily with. The taste of her arousal flooded the back of his throat as he chewed on the fruit, and Ethan’s free hand slid to his desperate erection out of instinct. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get inside her. He had planned on starting by eating her sweet pussy, but since they had all day, he didn’t see any problem with taking what belonged to him again first. There would still be ample time to play the game of pleasure and denial.
He took another huge bite of the fruit. This piece hadn’t really been inside her, but just the look of horrified embarrassment on Lily’s face made the gesture worthwhile. Then, tossing the remaining piece aside, he lunged for her scintillating body, landing in a press up position between her legs.
“I need to have you.” His voice was like a throaty whisper, and she eyed him with desire as he positioned his cock against her sodden entrance.
“Ohhh!”
Lily called out against the gag as he plunged his hard shaft inside her. He’d wanted to take his time; to show restraint, but tormenting her had been even more fun than Ethan had imagined, and now his passion seemed a living, breathing thing of its own. And its hunger was urgent and consuming. Beneath him, Lily splayed herself still wider, showing her willingness to welcome his intrusion despite the ball between her teeth and the ropes at her wrists. Staring down into those green eyes, he saw the fire burning in her gaze—she wanted him as much as he wanted her—and even though this was supposed to be a punishment, her consent made him feel like a fucking king.

Flawed by Felicity Brandon

Who doesn’t love a new book by Felicity Brandon? This month the first in her Dark Necessities Prequel, book 1 was released. Flawed is dark and powerful and reviewers love it.

One powerful serial killer. One visceral connection.

Blurb:
Men like Ethan Reilly should never fall in love. Dark, enigmatic and dangerous, Ethan is the perfect predator until he meets Lily Simpson, a woman passionate enough to placate him and strong enough to surrender to him.
For a while Lily’s love is enough.
But the darkness inside Ethan is too powerful to contain, and soon it spills into their burgeoning love affair. As he wrestles with his demons, Ethan must come to terms with who he really is, but if he does, what happens to Lily? Can any love be strong enough to survive a past as terrible as Ethan’s? And what kind of future can they forge from the ashes of his awful admission?Read Flawed, a Dark Necessities prequel, and discover the making of not one, but two monsters.
Disclaimer: Flawed is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women, power exchanges, and explicitly sexual situations. These scenes are fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:
Lily stood bent over and completely naked in front of him. It was like something out of one of Ethan’s fantasies, and a part of him could barely believe they were both actually here and not dreaming.
“Fabulous,” he purred as she stepped gingerly out of her adorable panties. “Now, just stay right there.”
“Like this?” she gasped.
Ethan was on his feet in a second, slapping her prone arse at Lily’s error. “What was that, Lily?”
“Sir!” she exclaimed, correcting herself at once. “I’m sorry.”
He gently trailed a finger over the curve of her behind, aware of the way his cock jumped at the touch. “You need to remember, beautiful,” he warned her. “You don’t want to add my belt to this evening.”
Lily’s body tensed under his fingertip. He actually felt the discernible tautness as his hand shifted to the top of her thighs.
“I will remember, sir,” she panted.
He bet she would.
“This is every inch as good as I’d imagined,” he murmured. “I need you naked around here all the time.”
“Ethan,” she breathed. “Sir.”
He edged left, tilting his head to examine her face. “Don’t you like being nude for me?” he inquired.
Ethan watched as her face began to color.
“It’s so… different,” she conceded at length. “I feel so vulnerable like this.”
That made him chortle. Vulnerable was exactly what Lily was now, and as if he wanted to reinforce the point, he moved his hand to the underside of her pussy and cupped her sex. Her nest of hair was wet already, suggesting Lily’s vulnerability made her horny, as well as helpless.
“You’re mine,” he reminded her in a resolute tone. “All you need to think about is being my good girl. Do you understand?”
One finger slipped idly into her sex, eliciting a gasp from Lily’s lips before she responded.
“Yes, sir,” she panted.
Ethan’s excitement swelled at the reply, combining with the incredible sensation of her hot snatch. He needed to slow down himself, and remember this was Lily’s first time following his instructions, yet everything about her made him want to shove his erection straight into her wet, needy passage.
“I’d like to teach you something new tonight,” he murmured as he probed a little deeper. “Are you up for the challenge?”
A small whimper escaped Lily’s lips.
“Was that a yes?” he replied with a laugh, easing the digit from her wonderful sex.
She gasped. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he answered, slapping her exposed behind playfully. “Then let’s have you down on your hands and knees by my feet, Lily.”

Entwined, the Dark Necessities book 3, by Felicity Brandon

In case you missed it, book 3 in Felicity Brandon’s The Dark Necessities series is out now. Today the spotlight is on Entwined

Blurb:

Free from her captor, author Molly Clary finds herself back at home, but she’s just as lost as ever. In the isolation of her new-found freedom, Molly makes a startling revelation; she can no longer function without Connor Reilly. She can’t write without him; she can’t live without him.
The admission leads Molly into the most intense and dangerous chapter of her twisted love affair yet, and by reaching out to Connor again, she must decide if she can really leave her old life behind to venture into the dark and mysterious confines of the organization known only as The Syndicate.
For a couple whose love is built on lust, and fear and submission, there should be no happy ending. But as Molly helps her kidnapper lay his ghosts to rest, the question beckons, can they forge their own brand of happiness regardless? Can Connor finally be delivered into a consensual union with his kitten, and will it be enough to satisfy both of their dark needs?

Disclaimer: Entwined contains spankings, bondage and discipline and other sexual activities. These are fantasies only, intended for adults. Strong stuff but worth it. If such subjects offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt
“What do you want then?”
He’d barely ever asked her before, but now her desire seemed to matter more than anything else. It was more important to him than The Syndicate, or even his fucking liberty. It was critical to the next breath he was going to take.
She gazed at him with wide, watery eyes. “This is so fucked up,” she started, lowering her face at the admission.
“Hey,” he whispered. “I’ve got a PhD in fucked up; do you really think anything you can say will make things worse?”
The hand at her nape made small circles, applying just enough pressure to draw her body toward him.
“I think I want you,” she conceded in a long rush of breath. “I don’t know if it’s just the writing, or this thing between us, or what, but I think I’m bound to you, Connor.”
Bound to him? Fuck, that sounded wonderful, and his cock sprung to life at the prospect.
“What a delightful analogy,” he smirked, raising his left brow at her.
Molly smiled in response, although she was practically panting as his thumb stroked the side of her nape.
“So, you missed me?” he chuckled, pressing his body past the gear shift as he closed the distance between them.
“More than I should,” she agreed, watching his approach with expectant eyes.
Connor saw her pupils dilate as his face neared, and he sympathized. He felt it, too, the bond between them was stronger than anything he’d ever known.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he told her in a low sensual growl. “If you don’t want this, then tell me now. I’m not good at asking for permission, kitten. This might be all that you get.”
Molly was smiling as his words resonated, her head tipping as she took them in. “Let me answer you then.”
He’d barely registered her words when she came for him. Connor had never seen such speed in his pet before, but she was on him before he could take another breath. Crossing the small divide between them, she pounced, pressing her body against his, and knocking him backwards as her lips took what they wanted. Connor had to admit it, he never saw this coming, but as soon as their mouths collided, he reciprocated, kissing her back as eagerly as his new position would allow. Molly’s attack had caught him off guard, and he’d slumped back into the passenger seat, now pinioned by his passionate little pet. Of course, he could have fought her off. He’d have had her flat against the driver’s seat with ease if he’d wanted to, but the truth was he didn’t want to. This was a side of Molly he had never seen.
Because he’d never allowed it.
But he had to concede, the wild side of his kitten was making him hard.
Molly drew back from him, her arms either side of his chest propping her up. Her face was flushed with emotion, her eyes wild with fire. It was like she could barely believe what had just happened, what she’d just done.
“Is that a yes to the kiss, kitten?” he laughed as he questioned her, loving her the blush in her cheeks grew darker.

More about Felicity Brandon
Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author.
She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission.
You’ll find her either at her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music.

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Tamed (Dark Necessities, book 2) by Felicity Brandon

Tamed, book 2 in Felicity Brandon’s Dark Necessities trilogy, is a good read that ‘sends thrills down your spine and keeps you awake at night’ (Amazon reviewer, Donna L). After previewing book Taken, book 1 in the series last week, this is no surprise!

He took her, he caged her, but can he truly tame her?

Blurb:

Lost in the woods, author Molly Clary is running for her life. After being trapped in the torrid dark world of Connor Reilly, Molly has made a desperate escape from the tantalizing torment, but little does she know what fate awaits her.
Connor is both a man and a monster, and in the depths of his depravity, something scintillating will bloom between them. Molly finds that she is falling for the sadist, a dangerous attraction that will take her right to the brink.
So, now it's Molly's choice. Can she manage the monster in order to lure the love of the man? A man who has already demonstrated just how cruel his sadistic streak can be? And when the truth is finally revealed, Molly will need to decide. Where do her true loyalties lie?

Disclaimer: Tamed contains a kidnapping, confinement, spankings, bondage and discipline along with other sexual activities. These are fantasies only, intended for adults. Strong stuff but worth it. If such subjects offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Strapped down to the spanking bench, Molly’s legs were splayed wider than she expected, and her hips were raised by a pile of strategically placed blankets against the leather. She didn’t counter or even try to resist him. What would be the point? She was chained and helpless. Connor was physically stronger than her, and now that he was back in his own domain, he seemed larger than life again. There was no hope of getting away, and that meant taking whatever punishment he was about to dish out.
“I spent the entire drive here contemplating how best to punish you, pet.”
Connor’s voice jarred her from her miserable musings, and she turned her head toward it. He was stood there, dressed only in black jogging pants. His lean, muscular torso was on display for her to see, concealed only by his strong arms which were folded in front of his chest.
“Of course, I can spank you,” he went on. “I can paddle that delicious backside of yours to within an inch of your life, but I want more than that. I need it. I need to make sure you know what will happen when you defy me.”
Molly panted around the gag. Somehow, the thing hadn’t seemed so bad on the way home, but then she had slept through the whole thing. Now though, her jaw was aching already, and it had only been back in place for a few minutes. Her eyes locked with Connor’s, his resolve evident from just the briefest of connections. He was clearly telling her the truth. Whatever penance was to come, he had obviously spent a lot of time considering it. The thought was not reassuring.
“As such,” Connor continued. “I have concluded that your punishment should not just be about pain. It should be about pleasure too, or in fact, your complete lack of it.”
He shifted from his place beside her, stalking to one of the walls in front of her face. Molly strained her head to see what he was doing, her neck screaming at the contorted angle. Ignoring its plea, she caught sight of him collecting a few items. One was an ominous-looking wooden paddle, and another looked like some type of large, industrial vibrator. There was something else, too, but she lost sight of it as he passed by the side of her head.
Her face fell back to the leather, confusion shrouding her mind. Why did he need a vibrator? Was he going to torture her with orgasms? The thought sounded tantalizing, although if she knew anything about Connor, then she knew it wouldn’t be that easy. He’d already implied there would be no pleasure, so…
Thwack!
She pulled hard against the straps at her ankles and wrists. He’d hit her! The son of a bitch had hit her while she’d been thinking. She twisted her face right to try and catch sight of him, but all she could make out was his silhouette in her peripheral vision.
“First, we warm up this sweet behind,” he declared.
Molly saw the paddle rise into the air, her body tensing as he sent it to crash back against her ass again. Shrieking through the gag, Molly struggled again, her breaths coming out in short pants.
“Suck it up, pet,” he sneered as he landed the third swat. “Or let me put this in a way an American will understand. Your ass is quite literally mine. Mine to strike, mine to taunt, mine to fuck, and now I have it right back here where it belongs.”

The Dark Necessities trilogy continues in the twisted pages of the heart-stopping finale, Entwined (due January 2019).

More about Felicity Brandon:

Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author.
She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission.
You’ll find her either at her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music.

Connect with Felicity Brandon:

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Taken by Felicity Brandon

How dark do you like a story to be? Felicity Brandon is here this week with her latest book, Taken, book 1 in the Dark Necessities trilogy. The verdict is unanimous: this story takes you to the thrilling far side of the moon.

One obsessed fan. One captive author.

Blurb:
Lost on the streets of a foreign city, author Molly Clary is attacked after a book signing. An unknown hero steps in to protect her, but her relief turns to terror when her savior’s true intentions are revealed. 
Connor Reilly doesn’t just want to save her. He wants to take her for himself.
Now Molly’s fighting, not just for her life, but for the essence of who she truly is. If she’s going to survive in Connor’s dark new world, she’ll have to learn to play his base games. But if Molly plays, what will it cost her? Can a monster ever really learn to love, or will his need to dominate destroy them both?
If you enjoyed the debauched desire of the Twist Me series, then you’ll devour Felicity Brandon’s edgy new trilogy.
Disclaimer: Taken contains spankings, kidnapping, bondage and discipline and other sexual activities. These are fantasies only, intended for adults. Strong stuff but worth it. If such subjects offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:
“Are you going to run, Molly?” His voice was calm, and almost amused as it questioned her.
She shifted her gaze to follow the sound of his voice, her face no doubt portraying her anxiety on the subject. “No,” she lied, her tone breathless.
“No?” he repeated back to her as he stepped forward out of the black shadows of the furthest corner. His right brow arched in the tantalizing way it did when he knew he was onto a winner.
“No,” she confirmed, shaking her head for good measure.
He moved toward her laughing. “You could run, you know,” he went on, his gaze intense as his tall body loomed over her.
Molly blinked up at her captor. Free of her binds at last, she felt bolstered and no longer wanted to call him Master. She could never allow a monster like Connor to master her. “What?”
“You could run,” he affirmed. “If you wanted to? Your stories have always had an element of the cat and mouse about them, haven’t they, pet? I know you’d enjoy that, and if you didn’t already know, I love the thrill of the chase.”
Adrenaline spiked in her body as he spoke. Was he giving her permission to flee from him? Is that why he’d removed the chains? Was this just the latest game he wanted to play?
“Yes,” he answered her, although she was certain she hadn’t spoken the words out loud. “You can run, Molly, but you know if you run, I’m going to chase you, and you know I’m going to catch you.”
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she sat up straight beside him, pinning her wide-eyed gaze onto his. “Why are you saying this?” she mumbled. And how do you know all of this?
His smile widened, and he pulled up a box from nearby, seating himself beside her. “After all this time, pet,” he purred. “Don’t you think I know you by now? I knew you before we’d even met. I know what you’re thinking, Molly. You are quite literally an open book to me.”
She flushed, her head falling forward as though the admission was shameful. She was ashamed, because he was right. He did seem to know her. He knew what she was going to be thinking, what she wanted, and just how to control her. It was freaking infuriating.
“Look at me.” His voice was sterner, having taken on some of the quality which made the knot of anxious energy in her belly tighten. She complied, not wanting to rile the beast in him. Their eyes met, his mesmerizing green orbs utterly compelling. His hand came slowly to her face. Molly flinched out of instinct, but relaxed when he began to caress the side of her face with calm, gentle strokes. “This is your story, pet,” he mused. “Our story. If you want to run, then I am not going to stop you.”
“But you will chase me?” she whispered, her fear furling as simmering arousal at his touch began to flood her system. She knew she shouldn’t crave him, but she found herself leaning into the warmth of his hand. It was like a reflex. Despite the fact this was the same hand that had captured, and tormented her, it was also the hand that had rescued and comforted her – and pleasured her.
Connor’s chuckle resonated deeply inside of Molly’s body. “Of course,” he answered, his fingers tightening in her long dark hair. “I will chase you because you’re mine, pet. You belong to me now, we both know that, don’t we?” He hesitated as though he expected her to speak, but she merely blinked at him. Too terrified to respond. Too afraid of what her answer might be. “Molly?”
The sound of her name made her lips part. It was intimate, fanning the flames of her burgeoning need. “Yes, Master?” she said, her voice barely audible as she confessed the truth.
For a moment they just stared at one another, the admission lingering in the dank air around them.
“But that’s not the only reason I’d chase you,” he went on eventually. “I’d chase you because it’s what you want, Molly, isn’t it?”

The Dark Necessities trilogy continues in the twisted pages of Tamed, released December, 2018, and concludes in the heart-stopping finale, Entwined (due January 2019).

More about Felicity Brandon:

Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author.
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N.E.R.D - Naughty Erotic Romance Doms

As soon as I saw this book – N.E.R.D. – Naughtly Erotic Romance Doms – I had to buy it. Look at the collection of writers who have contributed to it: Felicity Brandon, Golden Angel, Morganna Williams, Sassa Daniels, Rue Raven, Jack Crosby, Katie Douglas. 

General Blurb:

Eight hot doms bring the action in this geeky extravaganza of intelligent, Machiavellian and highly-skilled men who aren't afraid to take control.

In this collection of short stories, we explore the N.E.R.D. in all the usual settings you'd find one. From comic-cons to classrooms, to even alien spaceships, we bring you the N.E.R.D. in his full glory. The action is hot, the situations charming, and the men -- they are total N.E.R.D.s.

Disclaimer: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women and explicitly sexual situations. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. In other words: bring a sense of humor, a bacon sandwich and a fan because it's going to get hot in here!

Individual blurbs:

Cosplay Connection by Golden Angel

Cosplay Connection - when Diana’s bestie dragged her to speed dating at her local convention, she wasn’t expecting the Dark Knight to come sweep her off her feet.

Alien Online - nerdy and awkward, it’s easier for Kerry to talk to men online - but when she agrees to meet one in real life, he’s not at all what she’s expecting.

Zoe’s Impetus by Felicity Brandon

I love biology, but botany is fast turning out to be the bane of my life, and Professor Neil's the poster boy for it. The content of the module is so dull, I’m struggling to keep on target, but Professor Neil is offering me a unique olive branch. Can his unconventional techniques help me make the grade?

Elise in Wonderland by Sassa Daniels:

For intellectual snob Elise, signing up to speak at a video games convention was her first big mistake. Setting her sights on an arrogant wannabe dom was the second. Drawing the attention of her real-deal dominant colleague--well, that might just be the best mistake she’s ever made.

The Mugged and the Restless by Morganna Williams:

Lacey's nerdy boss Jasper barely seems to notice she exists. Then Lacey gets mugged and suddenly she has almost more of Jasper's attention than she can handle.

Walking Disaster by Rue Raven

Grace is brilliant at her job. Unfortunately she’s less than brilliant at life, which is why her new boss is lying on the floor moaning after meeting Grace and a door at the same time. Grace needs a firm hand to keep her focussed – but first Jake has to stay conscious long enough to deal with her!

Of Demons and Nerds by Jack Crosby:

Just when you thought it was safe to go to a comic con... Derrick Grimm (aka the horseman, Death) and his former Lust demon girlfriend, Roxanne, show up. In this wacky adventure, you'll meet all sorts of characters who tend to get themselves into some pretty sticky situations. With this many bad apples in one place, a good many someones are due to get spanked!

The Doctor’s Companion by Katie Douglas:

I was already having a bad day when my son got kidnapped by aliens. Then a man in a scarf stepped out of a red British phone box and everything changed. He calls himself The Surgeon, and he thinks I can save the world by knitting, but how can that be possible?

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A few excerpts to whet your appetite:

Excerpt from Zoe’s Impetus by Felicity Brandon:

“Get the book please, Miss Kellam,” he commands.

I hesitate for a moment, amazed by how my body responds to the order. My nipples stiffen into small peaks beneath my sweater, and I’m more than aware of how wet my panties have become. What the hell has happened to my socially inept botany Professor? He’s usually so quiet, so reserved and so obsessed with his plants, he barely resembles the alpha-male now sitting waiting for me to answer him. I eye the man furtively, my gaze rising over his unblemished skin to his waves of dark hair.

Whatever it is that has happened to Professor Neil, I like it.

“Miss Kellam?”

I leap at the sound of his voice, my heart racing out of control at his impatient tone.

“The book?” he repeats in a curt tone.

I move, skipping back to my original place to collect the thick, hardback version I had attempted earlier. Grabbing it, I head back to where he waits, presenting it to him like a naughty school girl awaiting her headmaster’s verdict.

“Good,” he replies, smiling at my response.

I know he’s patronising me, and a part of me despises his tone, but the weight of my arousal is so great that I ignore it. The professor is toying with me, and for some reason I freaking love it.

“Well done, Miss Kellam,” he says. “You’re going to need the book, not me, so I suggest you keep it.”

“Okay,” I whisper, gripping the leather cover between my fingers. I shift my weight, watching him watching me, as my heart pounds inside my chest. “Where should I read, Professor?”

Neil’s eyes narrow, his gaze rising up the length of my body until it meets mine. “I have found that certain ladies increase their focus once they’re over my lap, Miss Kellam.”

And there it is. He says the words so casually, as though he’s reading a shopping list, and it takes me a few seconds to register their meaning.

Over his lap?

My eyes widen as the term resonates. I’m shocked, aghast at his suggestion. Why would I be over the lap of one of my lecturers? And yet, as the anger washes over me, there is something else. The simmering need his dominant display has brought out in me begins to burgeon, threatening to boil over, and something about the idea of being over his lap makes it peak.

“Your lap?” I say, my voice sounding distant to my own ears. “W-why would they be over your lap?”

I know the answer—of course, I do. There is only one logical reason that anyone would be draped over someone’s else’s body. But somehow, I have to hear the words out loud…

“Impetus,” he tells me with a smirk, his blue eyes penetrating me with relentless force.

Excerpt from Elise in Wonderland by Sassa Daniels:

Elise had barely made it twenty yards across the parking lot before Ian caught up with her. He took a firm grip of her arm and swung her around toward him. Her deliciously soft, pliable body collided with his hard, muscular frame. Only as she seemed to register how closely he held her did she tense up. Before she could react, to make whatever empty protest her rational mind had thought up, he lowered his mouth to hers. Signaling his intention to possess her, body and soul, he branded her with a scorching kiss. As he pressed his lips insistently against hers, she opened to him. She tasted like the sweetest, most succulent fruit and he knew he would never get enough of her. A groan escaped from somewhere deep inside him as her body melted against his.

This was everything he’d imagined it would be, but he had to put a stop to this before he lost all control and ended up fucking her in the middle of the parking lot. She deserved more respect than that. As he pulled back from her, he couldn’t resist a victorious grin as Elise whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’m going to give you what you need,” he said as he cupped her cheek with his hand and ran his thumb over her soft, smooth skin.

“And what is that?” Her tone was challenging, and she seemed to doubt that he knew what she truly desired.

Ian leaned in close to whisper in her ear and could sense the shiver of delight that ran through her.

“I’m going to punish you,” he promised. “I’m going to spank your naughty little ass and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you will never forget you’re mine.”

Excerpt from Walking Disaster by Rue Raven:

Grace had hurried home, miserable over her latest disaster.  There was only one thing that could make her feel better when she was in this state.  She stretched out on her bed and settled back to enjoy a good, hard session of ice-cream eating.  This was definitely a double choc moment, with the chocolate chips.  It was starting to work its magic when the phone rang.

She reached for the phone, upsetting the ice cream onto the bed.  As she grabbed to try to save it she knocked two books, a glass of water and a packet of biscuits off her bedside table.  Lunging to grab them, and missing entirely, she knocked the ice-cream onto the floor.

 As Grace miserably juggled the flying items, only spreading the disaster further, she heard her answering machine kick in, "Hi, this is Grace, I can't get to the phone right now so please leave a message...."

 "This is Jake Maslin.  We met today at work.  Twice.  I intended to discuss certain matters with you, but you left too early this afternoon for me to speak with you.  Please be in my office at nine am sharp on Monday morning, and we will settle a few things then."

 From the terse tone of his voice, it wasn't going to be a comfortable interview.

 Grace huddled on her bed as the double-chocolate slowly melted onto the carpet. Some things are beyond the power of ice-cream.

Excerpt from The Doctor’s Companion by Katie Douglas:

“The Prezondians are taking all the children of Earth. Look.”

Leanne looked. “Evan!” she shrieked. She tried to step out of the phone box, seemingly ignorant of the concept of gravity, and the Surgeon hauled her back in.

“No.”

“I have to get to him! He’s my son!”

Then, to the Surgeon’s immense surprise, she kissed him on the lips. It felt good. Sparks of warmth filled his mouth as her firm lips pressed against his. She knew what she was doing. He’d never been with a human woman in her mid-thirties, before, and now he realized what he was missing. She was an incredible kisser.

As the moment spun out, his cock began to grow hard and he groaned. She was showing no signs of stopping. Eventually, but extremely reluctantly, he grasped her shoulders and pushed her away. She stared at him with her mouth open like a baby whose candy just got taken away.

“No. You don’t want this,” he told her.

“Yeah I do!” she replied.

“No, listen, it’s the gas. The Prezondians released gas into the air. Remember? They’re trying to keep everyone distracted. I’ll move Verity onto their ship so we can get to the bottom of all this.”

He went to the console and pressed some buttons. Leanne followed him, and put her hands in the back pockets of his pants. He inhaled sharply and tried to stay focused.

“Are you saying there’s some sort of dangerous, sexy, seductive gas in the air and you still don’t want me?” she asked in a husky but slightly disappointed voice.

“I’m immune. Must be my alien metabolism.” He almost barked his response because she’d moved her hands into his front pants pockets, and now it was difficult to breathe because she was stroking his cock through the thin lining of his pockets.

“Cock. Verity’s not working. The Prezondians must have done something that’s affected her, too. I need to use your wool to fix it.”

“Why do you need the yarn?” She continued stroking through his pockets.

“Are you serious? Some of the best technological developments in the galaxy are made from knitted yarn! There are entire spaceships made out of it with the ability to fold time and space around them.”

She leaned in and nuzzled his neck. “You know, a better answer would have been to tell me you wanted the yarn to tie me up with,” she pouted.

He raised a brow; she was so determined. He smartly grasped her wrists and pulled them out of his pockets. “Maybe I’ll tie you up and spank you when this is all over. Show you what happens to women who can’t take saving the planet seriously.”

The Viking's Possession by Felicity Brandon

Felicity Brandon has a new book out and you know what that means – a sizzling new romance! Today The Viking’s Possession is in the spotlight.

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?

Publisher’s note: 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.

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Excerpt:

Ignoring me, Anders presses on, pushing the phallus inside my ass. I buck against my bondage as it invades me, utterly conflicted by the experience. The ropes make it impossible to prevent this intrusion, and we both know it. This is why Anders has chosen to secure me in such a bizarre way. My sex and my ass are totally exposed, and vulnerable to his every dark desire.

“Feel my phallus claim you, my sweeting.” His voice floats from down between my legs. “You will take this for me for the rest of this punishment, and whilst you do, you’ll remember who is in charge. You’ll remember who can touch, claim, and explore, and who must yield, receive, and endure.”

I groan again, my head now flat against the bedding as the stone fills my ass. It’s not the largest implement, and Anders’ manhood is certainly longer, but the hard, cold stone is different to what I’m used to. It’s odd and unsettling, reinforcing Anders’ point with perfect clarity—he is in charge. He is in control. All I can do is take it, take the phallus and take my punishment.

Once he is finally satisfied that I have taken the length of the stone, Anders swats my ass playfully. “Good girl,” he says teasingly. “You will keep that phallus in place until I tell you otherwise.” His body shifts and his face comes into view over my bound body. “Do you understand?”

I’m nodding even before I’ve had time to process his question. This is what Anders does to me. He takes my usual clear-headed wilfulness and turns it to mush. I can argue, I can push and protest, but in the end, I know I will always submit to this man. “Yes, I understand, my Lofðungr,” I murmur.

He nods, smiling as he leans down to plant a chaste kiss on my panting mouth. “Now, let me pleasure you some more…”

His body slips from view and I squirm needlessly in my ropes. It’s like I cannot keep still because I know now what he has in mind. He doesn’t want to pleasure me at all, he only wants to build me up to the brink of ecstasy, before abandoning the pursuit. He wants to torture me with denial—that is my punishment. As his mouth descends to my pulsating sex once more, I’m overwrought with misery. His ministrations are amazing, his tongue flicking over my excited nib at perfect intervals, whilst the phallus fills my ass in its hard and denigrating way.

Within a moment I am right there again. My mind reels, and I consciously try to control my breathing, reasoning that I can fool Anders. Perhaps if I don’t make my burgeoning pleasure so obvious, I can trick him into thinking I am not at the brink. Perhaps I can achieve my orgasm after all? The idea gives me a glimmer of hope. I close my eyes, willing myself to remain as calm as I can in light of his merciless pursuit of my suffering, but oh, Gods, it’s just too good. Before I know what is happening I am panting again, my nipples beading painfully as Anders takes me right to the brink, before—inevitably—stopping short of allowing me to climax.

This time I screech in frustration, not caring what the consequences of my outburst will be. Damn him! Damn this man who has captured me in just about every way possible. It’s as though this Viking can read my mind, and he knows instinctively when I am about to explode. He is the only man who has ever known me carnally, and it seems he is truly at one with my body.

“Now, now, Aurelie,” he tells me, admonishing me in a gleeful way. “What did I warn you about that pretty little mouth?”

My eyes fly open, and I moan out of instinct, my hips—still rolled forward by the bondage—struggling desperately for some stimulus as Anders shifts from the bed. I’m vaguely aware of him stripping beside me, and then he disappears from my view, striding to the other side of the room. By the time he returns, I’m desperate. The weight of the contradiction afflicts me. The same things that irritate and repel me—the strange bondage, the phallus shoved inside me, and the unrelenting denial of pleasure—also arouse me. I know without needing to check that I am soaking with desire. Anders is playing my body like an instrument.

“Open up, my sweeting,” his voice coos from my left side.

I blink up at his towering naked form. His body is hard, chiselled perfection, and his cock juts out eagerly in front of him. My eyes dart to his hand, which he presents to me. Between his thumb and forefinger is one of the small orange fruits he had taunted me with in the Viking camp. My belly knots in anxiety. I know what is coming next.

“Now, Aurelie,” he tells me, his tone increasingly insistent.

My lips part slowly, my breath shaky with apprehension as I comply.

The expression on Anders’ face is pure lust as he appraises me. “I warned you, my sweeting,” he purrs, and I watch as the fruit moves into view, descending slowly toward my waiting mouth. “I asked for silence, and since you cannot comply, instead I offer you fruit. I’m sure you remember my favourite fruit, Aurelie.” He chuckles at his own words. “I always keep a bowl of fresh fruit in my chambers.”

If he expects a reply, then he gives me no time to offer one. The orange fruit slides perfectly into my mouth, capturing my teeth around its soft flesh. He grins down at me, satisfied with what he sees, and I do not try to resist. The fruit, I suppose, is inevitable. He must have known I would never be able to contain my responses during this penance, even if I hadn’t. This is what Anders had planned all along.

The realisation makes me wretched, or at least it would do if I wasn’t so intolerably turned on.

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Six Of The Best - an anthology

Get out the fire extinguishers! British authors Ashe Barker, Felicity Brandon, Vanessa Brooks, Jaye Peaches, Gracie Malling and Katie Douglas have joined forces to compile a sizzling new anthology. Assume the position and prepare for Six of the Best!

Blurb:

Six scorching from USA Today and number 1 bestselling British authors! This is the 100% British historical anthology you've been waiting for. So, grab a cup of tea and make sure the smelling salts are to hand, then settle in as our heroines re-write the rules and earn SIX OF THE BEST for their outrageous antics. This dance across history sweeps from the Restoration to Victorian times and will leave you panting almost as much as our naughty ladies.

Publisher's note: These stories in Six of the Best are hot. Hotter than an oven full of muffins in a well-known British cake show. Domestic discipline and other indoor sports feature heavily in them, so if that's not your cup of tea, this is probably not the set for you. Don't say we didn't warn you!

To be released 24th March, 2018 (available to pre-order from Amazon starting 10th March, 2018)

Buy link: Amazon – but get in fast! The special price of 99¢ ends on March 31st.

Excerpt from – The King’s Vice by the amazing Felicity Brandon

One stride and he is right against me, his breath hot over my face, laced with the expensive wine we consumed earlier in the evening. “Yes, Lady Jane,” he answers. “This is where you shall be bared and spanked.”

Bared? I know my eyes widen at the word. “I am to be bared, Your Majesty?” I say, forcing the words from my mouth in a rush of anxious excitement. “All of me?”

He breaks into a low laugh. “There is a choice,” he replies, pushing my shoulders gently downwards, so that my bottom falls to the soft bedding below me. Now he towers over me, and as I raise my head to see him, my eyes meet his groin. I still at the sudden proximity to the place I know conceals His Majesty’s passion, my gaze lingering longer than it has right to, before rising slowly to meet his delicious brown eyes. His grin widens, acknowledging the brazen nature of my thoughts, and unbelievably I blush again, grateful for the shadows which may just hide my shame.

“A choice, Your Majesty?” I manage, my chest rising and falling faster with each passing moment.

He lowers himself in front of me, so that our eyes are at the same level. “A choice,” he agrees, pressing himself forward over my body. I gasp as he shifts his weight, his dexterity taking me by surprise. The sudden appearance of his face forces me backwards, and I find myself pinioned beneath his body, my legs splayed awkwardly under the skirts of my gown.

“There is always a choice, Lady Jane,” he murmurs, the strands of his dark curls hanging about my face.

I bite my lip, confusion and arousal at my change of circumstances, combined with my restricting bodice making it hard to breath. “What is the choice, Your Majesty?” I gasp.

The smile on his face is sin itself, and in this moment, I know that I have walked straight into his trap, although whether I have done so willingly or not is not even clear to me. “You can either be upturned over my knee, your skirts hoisted high over your back so that your delicious bottom is exposed to my palm, or…” He pauses, angling the weight of his stare over my face.

My mind, filled with the image he has just painted of me, reels at the silence. Is he expecting me to reply? What is the etiquette for such moments?

His expression shifts into a low chuckle as he appraises whatever constitutes my expression at this moment, and fortunately he once again takes pity on me, his humble servant. “Or, you can be stripped entirely.”

This time I cannot conceal the audible gasp which escapes from my lips. “Entirely, Your Majesty?” I repeat, as though surely his words cannot be real. Although of course I know them to be true, having only just left four naked ladies in the prior room.

“Yes, dear Jane,” he muses from over me. “A lady can only truly be admired in her own, natural form.”

I contemplate him, this man—my monarch—who has captured me so easily into his delicious game. “No one has ever seen me bare, Your Majesty,” I whisper, the words an admission of my innocence—a fact I have already articulated.

He nods. “I know,” he replies. “And I assume that until this night no man has ever claimed your sweet mouth, spoken to you of such lewd subjects, or pinned you against his bed?”

His brow rises as he speaks, the small gesture releasing a flood of moisture from between my legs. I am not absolutely clear what it is about him which is so alluring, but he most certainly has it. Yes, he is the King, and yet it is so much more than that. He is the devil in disguise, a debauch and beguiling demon, sent forth to worship and corrupt me. The thought makes me smile, in spite of my shame on the subject.

“You’re correct, Your Majesty,” I say with a small nod. “You are the first, on all counts.”

Smiling at the acknowledgment, he lowers his face into mine. Those full lips graze my mouth, parting my lips in an instant as my eyes slip shut. I want him to kiss me, to claim me, to own me. I desire it in a way I have no right to do. I demand it.

Goldie's Surrender by Felicity Brandon

One of Amazon’s top reviewers calls Goldie’s Surrender, the newest release from Felicity Brandon, a page-turning adult fairy tale. If you’ve read any of Ms Brandon’s books before now,

Blurb:

The fairy tale is true…

Goldie Locks is very real, a young, over-indulged woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and influence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. Little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods, and what they will do when they find her asleep in their bed…

In this unique erotic tale, we follow the story of Goldie’s awakening, discovering how the masterful owners of the cottage take her in hand, and offer her a taste of something different – a life where she is cherished, rather than used. For her part, Goldie learns a thing or two about herself along the way, particularly how hot and aroused she finds the shameful spankings she receives at the hands of her dominant captors. But can the pampered princess really give up her life of riches, and surrender to the will of these three strange men, and what will happen when all of their secrets are finally revealed?

Disclaimer: Goldie's Surrender includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

I am on my feet again in seconds, anxiety ricocheting through my body. “Move out of my way!” I demand, my hands subconsciously landing at my hips. “I don’t know who you are, but you have no right to keep me here!”

He laughs gently at my words. “Oh, really?” His voice is soft and taunting, and I notice that one of his dark eyebrows rises into an unforgiving arch. “I am the master of this house, and as such, I would say I have every right to do so. You are the girl who has come here without my knowledge, entered without consent, and caused quite some trouble in the process.”

I find myself biting my lip at his accusations, an annoying habit that I have not fallen afoul of for years. “How dare you!” I cry out, my arms folding in front of my chest. “What are you saying? That I broke into your cottage?” Rage fumes within me, and I am barely able to contain it.

He leans against the edge of the bedpost, watching me with interest. “Precisely,” he replies with a smile.

“What?” I cry again, adamantly. “I’m no burglar!”

His expression changes, and I can see that my tone has shocked him. A flicker of fear resonates through me as I realize I have angered the beast, yet the old indignation resurfaces almost at once. He takes a step toward me, and despite my temper I flinch, jumping backwards to avoid his presence.

“Who are you?” he asks me flatly.

I purse my lips, knowing that I am pouting as I reply. “It is none of your business who I am, now let me out!”

With that I run at him, startling him with my agile reflexes. I make it past him, my heart pounding within my chest as I move, but I feel a large palm at my left wrist, and he catches me with ease. I turn, screaming at him as I struggle against his iron grip. “Let me go!” I shout, “let me go! You have no right to keep me here!”

“Settle down, girl!” he says, his tone unwavering as he holds me in place.

“I am no girl!” I screech, bringing my right fist smashing down against his torso. I had meant to target his chest, and yet he’s so tall that I barely even reach it.

He grabs the offending wrist in a heartbeat, looking down at me with a smile. “My, my, you are quite the unruly imp, aren’t you?”

I shriek in defiance, stamping my foot down on the floorboards below me.

“Settle down, or I will be forced to make you settle.” His warning is soft, but I recognize the threat nonetheless.

“Y-you… You can’t!” I stammer.

“I can,” comes the reply. “This is my house, and my rules are the law here. You came without

permission, and took what you wanted without consideration. Now, tell me, who are you?” His tone is so low, that it’s almost a growl and for one long moment, I look up into his face. I am utterly terrified, but refuse to let this brute see it.

“I will not!” I snap, ceasing to struggle in his large hands, but turning my face away from his insistent gaze.

“Good grief, Logan!” A voice from the doorway sends my heart spiraling back into a frenzy once more. “It seems our little burglar is quite the petulant one!”

I twist to my right, seeing yet another giant looming over me. This one doesn’t seem quite as tall as the one who still holds me steadfast in his hands, and his blond locks are quite in contrast to the first.

“She is indeed!” comes the hearty response of the dark-haired one. What had he called him? Logan? “Quite the high-spirited girl!”

“I am not a girl,” I cry again. “I’m a rich, smart woman, and I will be missed!”

I blink at them both for a second, cursing the note I’d left for Harry. He’ll think I’m sunning myself in California by now. He won’t even be worrying about my absence.

The blond one moves in behind me, and although he stops just short of touching me, I cannot help but gasp at the sudden and close proximity. Now they both tower over me. I am completely helpless, and although I know it, the thought makes me wild with resentment.

“You are an intruder in this cottage.” It’s the blond one talking again, yet I cannot bring myself to turn and look upon him. “Nothing more, and nothing less. Whoever you are, you should be thoroughly punished for your deeds.”

Punished? Punished? The rage in me contracts, tightening until I can barely take a breath. “You shall do no such thing!” I spit at the dark-haired one. “No one has ever punished me!”

“Then,” says Logan, his tone quiet and contemplative, “perhaps someone should have…”

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