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Wednesday, March 30, 2016

He ruined her career and she locked him in chastity #BDSM #ASMSG

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Deep undercover, a mission to take down an international trafficking ring leads Jenna Tayler into the dark side of sexual slavery — an exclusive conspiracy selling wealthy women retribution for their wayward men. To infiltrate the Kabas operation, she’s forced to turn against her fellow agent, Ryan Crichten.
Maddeningly arrogant. British. Sexy alpha male. Ryan signed up for any mission, whatever the cost, but his reactions to being abducted must ring true or Jenna’s cover is blown. Everything Jenna learned about safe, sane and consensual is scrapped. To keep Ryan alive and maintain cover, she must force him into submission.
She’ll do whatever it takes, but he’s not making the job easy.
Ryan believes Jenna to be CIA, on assignment to London. She catches his eye and throws him off-balance, but she’s in way over her head. When he pulls her off the team — for her own protection — she abducts him. The woman’s gone off the deep end, hell bent on subjecting him to constant sexual frustration. His elite spy training never prepared him for sensual torture, and the mixed signals from Jenna confuse the hell out of him.
She’s hiding something, and not just the key to his manhood.
This romantic suspense international spy novel is part of Kayla Stonor’s Surrender Collection:
#1 Under By Duress
#2 Under By Treaty
#3 Under By Vengeance
Reader please note: Kayla Stonor’s steamy romance novels can be dark and edgy, hot and wicked, punishing and uplifting. If you find certain themes uncomfortable reading, these BDSM themed stories may not be for you. This erotic story includes tease and denial. Please see inside cover for further detail.

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Reviews for new edition
4* Amazon Review by Dee: “This story kept me engaged from start to finish.” Click here to see full review.
Reviews for previous edition: Locked In Torture.
4* Amazon Review by Crystal: “Author Kayla Stonor was able to weave a convincing BDSM/femdom storyline with a hint of suspense and a HEA.” Clickhere to see full review.
4* Goodreads Review by La Crimson Femme (aka BookAddict): “The breaking of Ryan is HOT!” Click here to see full review.
Excerpt
Jenna peeled off the latex glove then stepped up to Crichten’s left side and crouched beside his head. She gently ran her fingers through his hair. The rhythm of his breathing increased, a muscle in his jaw twitched, but his eyes stared fixedly at a point in front of him. She gripped his hair roots and yanked his head back so he looked at the ceiling.
“I should wash out your mouth.”
His gaze flicked towards her. “You did leave a sour taste.”
She smiled and shook his head from side to side. “But your ass is so inviting. When did you last experience a good, old-fashioned spanking?”
“Is that the best you can come up with?”
“Of course your training covered humiliation. Still, you haven’t had me spank you before.”
She pushed his head forward then rested her ungloved hand between his shoulder blades. He twitched at her touch. She trailed her fingers down his spine to the small of his back.
“How are you doing down below?” She swiveled around so she could run her hand under his waist and explore his caged cock. He tensed when she rubbed the skin bulging through the air vents. Her index finger traced the Vengeance cage to its tip where the head of his penis strained to escape the tiny slit. She scraped the exposed flesh with her nail.
Crichten hissed.
“That hurts, huh?” She dug her nail into the sensitive spot until he was straining away from her touch.
She leaned down and kissed his back where smooth, toned skin met the muscular curve of his buttocks. Moisture seeped into panties already damp from when he’d trapped her up against the wall. She stopped toying with his caged penis, stood up, and stripped off her bikini bottoms, her modesty protected by her sarong. Then she moved in front of him, bent down and pressed her panties against his nose.

*****

Ryan recoiled from the musky scent filling his nostrils, all too aware the sweet smell of her sex would drive him to distraction. Her swift retaliation had drawn an unwelcome response from his treacherous cock. Fingers gripped his hair, holding him trapped. The need for air compelled him to inhale through the silky material. He struggled not to collapse as his limbs turned to mush. His cock hardened until he winced.
“I think you liked that,” she taunted him.
Holding back a moan proved a challenge. Some perverse part of him wanted Jenna to know her effect on him. A saner part resisted the dangerous notion. When the material lifted away, he gulped in fresh air. He didn’t expect her to pinch his nose.
Immediately, he held his breath, determined to fight her every step of the way. She waited. Seconds ticked by. Then a minute. He struggled to escape her relentless hold, dropping his head to the floor and shaking furiously, but his restraints were secure and allowed little movement. His lungs began to burn. On the verge of passing out, he gasped for air. It came with a ball of musky material. Her panties filled his mouth. He gagged and she let go of his nose so he could breathe. The taste of her desire extended down the back of his throat.
Hell, he could drown in her scent. His arousal mounted.
“That should do the trick. Watch your mouth in future, Ryan, or I’ll watch it for you.”
She moved out of sight and he immediately started work on ejecting the makeshift gag with his tongue. The unmistakable sound of ripping duct tape doubled his efforts to no avail. She returned and plastered the tape across his lips and Ryan blasted her with a furious glare. His anger kept a rising panic at bay — a horrible fear that he’d made a bad decision letting her cuff his hands to the floor. She’d been vulnerable to attack; he could have killed her with one blow.
Instead he’d trusted his instincts.
Last night, he’d sensed her pull back. He needed to see how far she would take him. More than that, he needed to know he could handle how far she was prepared to go, like it or not. He had little choice in the matter. She had the back up to handle him any way she wanted.
Jenna crouched down to his level and stroked the under curve of his jaw. Her gentle fingers mocked his impotent fury. “You really need to learn the consequence to disrespect.”
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Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Whats all this controversy of fantasy vs. reality in BDSM romance fiction? #Romance #ASMSG


Romance and Fantasy.

There’s a storm of controversy about fantasy vs. reality in romance, particularly in BDSM romance. Certainly, we all have our opinions about what is good and what isn’t.
I enjoy writing and reading books with alpha heroes and elements of BDSM. I love the fantasies in these stories, but I don’t think they portray real-life relationships. I know that romance and all its subgenres is fiction. It’s fantasy.

My stories are fiction. They feature alpha males with varying degrees of sexual dominance, light to hardcore. Like most authors in this genre, I strive to make the physics as accurate as possible—a spanking still stings and cuffs can still chaff the skin. But I also take a bit of artistic license to make the fantasies larger than life. The heroes themselves are often larger than life, perhaps their financial success and physical attractiveness enhanced. It’s part of the fantasy.

Fun to read? Absolutely. But not the norm in reality. I read a statistic that the average male penis is about five inches long—but I’ve yet to read a romance with a hero who is average in that department. We love those hunky, well-endowed heroes.



Of course, romance books aren’t about the real world. They aren’t intended as instruction or “how to” manuals. Romance is entertainment. Like movies and games. It’s a fun, sexy escape from everyday stress or ho-hum.  

I think the majority of romance writers endeavor to treat elements such as safety and consent realistically (especially in BDSM titles) while fulfilling the fantasy for readers. That is not to say there aren’t stories with elements of dubious or non-consent, but most of these have pointed disclaimers and warnings in the front material. Also, there’s usually line or two that emphasizes the story is not about real life. Something like: “This is a work of fiction. Names, places, and events, etc. are made up or used fictitiously.”

To me, that applies to sexual situations as well.

One of my favorite disclaimers is the one Loose Id uses with its BDSM titles: “Please do not try any new sexual practice, especially those that might be found in our BDSM/fetish titles without the guidance of an experienced practitioner. Neither Loose Id LLC nor its authors will be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in any of its titles.”

In the real world, sex education (no matter what type of sex you’re interested in) is essential. Don’t skip the education, and always do your research. Read non-fiction. Learn from experts—and even then be careful.

I believe we should enjoy the wide and varied genre of romance for the fantastic entertainment it is, but always play safe in the real world.



Wishing you happy reading …and exciting fantasies.
Marilyn

Check out my Pinterest boards to see some the sexy images that inspire my stories.https://www.pinterest.com/marilynlakewood/
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Book Genre: Romance/Hot Alpha Billionaire
Publisher: Troll River Publications
Release Date: February 14, 2015

Book Description:
Book One of the Hot Alpha Billionaire Series
Stand alone. Not a cliff-hanger. HEA. M/F, Mild D/s themes.
How does a sophisticated man with everything, convince an unassuming older woman with nothing, that she’s what he desperately needs?
At 36, Chase Tanner controlled his world and the women in his bed. With a grown son and several successful businesses, he thought he had everything a man could desire… until he walked down the aisle of a country hardware store and saw exactly what he needed for a happily-ever-after. Now, he
just had to make her believe it. 
”You’re just not good enough, Kali.”
Her ex-husband’s hurtful words echoed in Kali Benson’s heart as she rebuilt her life in tiny Laketon, Washington. It took some time, but at 39, she’s happy, self-sufficient, and emotionally armored. She’s strong enough to resist a sweet-talking hunk, who drives an old Dodge truck and makes her feel nineteen again... isn't she?


Excerpt:
Chase took the shortest route to the auto accessories area and cut through the carpentry section. He turned down the aisle and his steps slowed. Fuses, old trucks, everything, dropped off the radar as his gaze focused on the woman perusing the locks-and-hinge display.
Sweet. There was something incredibly sweet and alluring about her. More than pretty, she was arresting. His heart did a drum roll against his ribs, and he drew in a deep, stabilizing breath.
Easing to a stop a few steps away, he positioned himself near the opposite side of the aisle as if he were interested in something other than her. Not the most inspired tactic, but he needed a moment to process her intense effect on him.
In profile, she had a straight, refined nose, full lips, and a balanced chin. Thick, golden-brown hair shimmered in glossy layers past her shoulders, styled with a fringe of bangs across her dark, tawny brows.
When she pulled an item from the display, he noticed she kept her nails a short, practical length, and she wore no wedding ring.
His eyes drifted down her slender length, admiring her lush, handful-size breasts and the pert nipples that dimpled against her knit top. She had a slim waist, gently rounded hips, and a great curvy ass, temptingly displayed in a pair of distinctive cutoffs. They were distinctive to him, at least. Although she’d removed the label, he recognized Soft Wear jeans and understood what the brand signified.
This little beauty might not want anyone in Laketon to know, but if she bought those jeans, she harbored at least some sexually submissive desires.
In a sudden, vivid image, he pictured her in his bed, her body pinned beneath him, his hands holding hers against the mattress. He imagined her thighs around his hips. The first intimate touch of his cock to her sex. Her mouth parted, gasping when he shifted deeper.
The fantasy jolted him.
He flinched and she turned her head.
Large, topaz eyes danced over him, and she smiled distractedly, the merest civility necessary, before returning her attention back to the shelves. He’d been dismissed. There was nothing haughty or superior about it, but apparently she’d found him unsuitable.
A grin tugged on his mouth. He enjoyed a challenge.


Author Bio:

Marilyn lives in the northwest U.S., not too far from the Canadian border, and believes the long, cold winters are perfect “writing weather.”
She started writing romantic, sex-driven stories “just for fun” seven years ago. Today, she’ll joyously admit she’s obsessed with creating hard-core dominant heroes and happily-ever-after endings.
Visit Marilyn at www.marilynlakewood.com

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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

UNDER BY TREATY, a surreal journey of #Scifi #EroticRomance #BDSM #ASMSG


Sex, scifi, bondage, BDSM! Meet Jaden, a powerful alpha-male, a general defending Earth from the invading K'lahn. But, the war they thought was won is now escalating...

The President just signed a treaty to appease the rulers of the K'lahn with a suitable offering. General Jaden is now the property of Ambassador Sonil, to be trained for life as a sex slave to the Empress...




Description:

He’s hers by treaty. She wants his devotion.

General Jaden is a thorn in the Qui’s side. Ambassador Sonil is on Earth to extract him by treaty. When Jaden is stripped naked then caged, he gets a taste of how far she will go to ensure he is worthy of serving the Qui Empress. Her training is ruthless and alien rules apply. Failure is not an option; saving Earth from annihilation requires Jaden’s complete surrender.
But Sonil demands more than obedience. She wants his devotion.

Under By Treaty is a bold, fast-paced adventure of femdom erotic romance, with a strong alpha hero who must submit to an alien temptress to save the human race from decimation by the conquering might of the Qui Empire.

This erotic romance novel containing BDSM themes is the first installment of a science fiction series and part of the Surrender collection.



About Kayla Stonor


The first thing to tell you is that Kayla Stonor is my pen name. I tend to write erotic romance (aiming for the ‘happy ever after/happy for now’ endings) but as I love thriller/adventure themes with a darker edge, my stories are not the usual erotic romance fare.

In real life, I’m married with two children, and I keep my erotic writing at a long arms length from my private life. So much so, marketing  my work became impossible. Thankfully, Travis Luedke, a fellow author who writes his own unique brand of paranormal erotic romance, has encouraged me to publish new editions of my original stories and he will take on the marketing aspects! Travis is not short on ideas for the storylines either, but is a very patient and insightful editor, so I am hoping readers will enjoy the new editions!

Find Kayla at
http://kaylastonor.wordpress.com/
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6470397.Kayla_Stonor
https://twitter.com/kaylastonor
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kayla-Stonor/292929264227566

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Scifi Romance PREORDER Bash! Two awesome novels at a discount! #Scifi #Romance #ASMSG


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From August 24 - 30th, join the Facebook Bash for giveaways of signed paperbacks, ebooks, and more!

Scifi, Romance, Fantasy, Aliens, Sex Magic, BDSM, have it all with Kayla Stonor and Patricia Knight!


UNDER BY TREATY: General Jaden is stolen across the galaxy to the Empire of the Qui and forced into submission to an Alien Empress. He's hers by Treaty. She wants his devotion.  
Releases September 9th.
Grab UNDER BY TREATY by Kayla Stonor for only $1.99


HERS TO CLAIM: Hel, a descendant of Kings, bows low to beg for help to rid his lands of a killing blight so evil it corrupts the very ground they walk on.  His salvation lies in the hands of Adonia, a common healer whose untapped power is called upon to save all of Verdantia. 

Releases September 12th
Grab HERS TO CLAIM by Patricia Knight for only $2.99
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Both amazing novels are on discount until September release! Grab them now!





Tuesday, June 24, 2014

BDSM Goodreads #Giveaway! HERS TO CHERISH #BDSM #Romance #ASMSG


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Who would’ve thought a rogue nobleman and a secret agent tied in shibari knots would be so instrumental in saving a world from sexual slavery.

Ramsey desperately needs a pardon. The catch: Win a grueling and bloody gladiator game. His consolation: Elite mercenary, Steffania Rickard, has been ordered to help DeKieran ~ posing as his sexual submissive.

When Ramsey DeKieran, disgraced nobleman and accused murderer, is offered a pardon Ram knows there'll be a catch. The High Lord of Verdantia offers him a clean slate in exchange for the off-world rescue of a Verdantian noblewoman ~ a suicide mission that has already cost the lives of good men. The one redeeming feature is the assistance of the stunning captain of Verdantia’s elite mercenary team.

For Captain Steffania Rickard, assisting DeKieran in the rescue of a woman critical to the future of Verdantia will be difficult enough. The rogue trips all her triggers ~ good and bad. Infinitely worse, to fit into the culture of Vxloncia, she must pose as Ram's sex slave. The sexually dominant Ramsey is nothing if not perceptive and Steffania doubts her carefully disguised and deeply hidden desires will remain concealed.

Their mission takes on new meaning when they unmask a heinous program of enslavement, long cloaked in secrecy. Together they must find a way to overcome their initial animosity and recover a woman vital to the future of their race. Together, they will have to bring a malicious entity to justice. In the maelstrom of sex, savagery, domination and submission, Ram and Steffania will need all their wits and strength to survive.

Excerpt:

Chapter One


N.T. Solar Date 4637

Captain Steffania Rickard of the elite Blue Daggers fumed silently as her eyes scanned the seedy brothel’s dark, empty, upstairs room. Damn-it-all. I was certain I’d finally caught up to him. She’d wasted the better part of two months looking for this man. Her shoulders slumped in fatigue. She’d expended no small amount of energy slipping into this absurdly well-guarded bedroom. Any number of disreputable fighting men watched the rooftop, the hall outside and the stairs to the upper levels. No one had watched the building’s exterior walls, however, so she scaled the three-story brothel’s ragged bricks and entered by a poorly secured window. 

A small prick at her carotid, from what was certainly a razor sharp stiletto, froze her in place. She hardly dared to breathe. Her heart leapt like a springbok eluding a hunting cat. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You know not to let down your guard.

“You are not my type, Steffania. I like my women submissive and kneeling at my feet – not contentious and sneaking behind my back. But if you want me bad enough to break in here, I’ll accommodate you.”

Ramsey DeKieran’s deep, arrogant voice drawled low in her ear. He jerked her close, and his hard body pressed into her back. His hand roamed freely, intimately, between her thighs, across her abdomen then higher to fondle her breasts. He paused to toss her hidden blades and throwing crescents to the floor. She couldn’t mistake the prodding at the middle of her back for anything other than it was – a truly impressive erection.

“You conceited ass, I’m not here for that,” she hissed as his fingers rolled one of her nipples, sending sensation zinging to her lower region.

His knife still at her throat, he growled, “Turn very carefully. I need to check your back for weapons.”

With a snarl of her own, she complied. Unusual eyes of glacial blue with an outer ring of darker blue locked with hers. An unfriendly grin stretched a full, generous mouth on a gaunt, chiseled face of high cheekbones and a straight-bridged aristocratic nose. An unkempt comma of black hair hung in the middle of his forehead. A day’s worth of dark beard shadowed his cheeks. He looked feral, undomesticated.

His free hand roamed her back and buttocks, his arousal pressed into her soft abdomen. He found the knife at the small of her back and tossed it to the growing collection. To her horror, the flesh between her legs began to moisten. Damn him!

He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Are you getting wet, sweetheart? Does dominance do it for you?”

“Bastard!” She shoved herself violently away with both hands, angered further by his oh-so-accurate taunt. It had to be a guess. She’d kept those desires carefully hidden. She retreated several steps to face him, gasping in air. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

A dark eyebrow arched slowly. “If you don’t want a good fuck, then what do you want, sweetheart?”

Steffania prided herself on being a good liar. The trick was to weave in some truth with the lie. In truth, ever since she fought beside DeKieran in the Haarb wars, the scoundrel had headlined in her sexual fantasies. “I’m not your fucking sweetheart. You’re the last man I’d want.” She threw her head back and glared. “High Lord DeTano wants you. I’m just his messenger.”

“Why would I do anything for Ari DeTano?”

“For a pardon.”

DeKieran straightened his relaxed posture. Not shrinking under his piercing examination took discipline. She stood motionless until the space between them vibrated with almost visible tension. Damn you, Ramsey. Say something.

Finally, he shrugged. “I’ll hear what he has to say.”

~ ~ ~

The royal chambers for the Second Tetriarch. So this is how the nobility lives. Ram ran his eyes along the heavily carved, spice-wood paneling and then to the marble floor covered with a thick rug of tribal design in vibrant hues of red, cobalt blue and gold. He contrasted it with the rough timber walls plugged with rags and paper that enclosed his room at the whorehouse. The wafer-thin, shit-brown rug on the plank floor of his room had long ago lost its original color to noxious stains and ground-in dirt.

His mind mentally tallied the worth of the gold picture frames holding miniature scenes  covering an antique occasional table and the unusual vase made of a precious-stone geode. A ten thousand credit vase holding common wild flowers. Pft. Someone has no regard for the rarity of that item. I wonder if it would be missed? He considered liberating the vase after he heard what Ari DeTano wanted. That one item would pay for his food and lodging, and that of his men, for the next five years.

Ram was a stranger to this part of Verdantia’s capital. He knew only the underbelly of Sylvan Mintoth – the places where the filth of their planet collected – human and otherwise. He’d never imagined a time when he’d sit in Queen Constante’s opulent antechamber – the evident wealth an unwelcome reminder of a life that should have been his. It is what it is. Deal with it. He idly worried a toothpick, flipping it from one side to the other in his mouth. Two members of the ruling Tetriarch, High Lord DeTano and his lover, that blond devil of an assassin, Doral DeLorion, appraised Ram in silence. Ramsey returned their focused examination with cool self-possession. If they thought to make him nervous, they could think again. Only those with something to lose got nervous.

Ram grinned at the feminine mercenary, Captain Steffania Rickard – a stunning, savagely competent soldier with breasts that begged fondling and lush lips that… Yeah, he knew where he’d like that mouth. Her unusual eyes of honey-gold glared back at him. Redheaded spitfire. He’d love to have her to himself for several days. The thought of taming the proud beauty speared heat through his groin. His dominance had aroused her. Ram knew it. He had an unerring instinct for detecting women who enjoyed what he delivered. 

With a long-suffering sigh to indicate he didn’t have all day – well, he did, but those three didn’t need to know – Ram addressed DeTano. “Rickard said you wanted to talk to me. I’m here.” He crossed his legs with a casual indolence and rested an ankle on his knee. “What can a dispossessed nobleman and accused murderer do for High Lord DeTano?”

DeTano nodded at his blond lover and second in the ruling trio. Other business occupied their beloved queen, or Fleur Constante would have been present, too. “We have an issue. Segundo DeLorion suggested your name as a solution. The Senzienza, in her obscure, mystical way, has indicated Lady Alessa DeAlbero is critical to the future of our world.”

“So? You don’t need me to find a lost noble woman with invaluable genes. You command the resources of the Second Tetriarch. I’m just one man.”

DeLorion crossed his arms, and his rich voice fell softly into the room. “We’ve tried for almost a year to recover her. We sent others – many others. They turned up dead – or not at all.”

After a moment of silence, High Lord DeTano continued. “The Haarb sold Lady DeAlbero to Veacon Narr. We located her but before we could move, Narr hid her.”

Ramsey grunted. “What makes you think the most notorious slaver in the Hyperion Galaxy is going to let me waltz in to extricate the woman if all your efforts have failed?”

Again, DeLorion’s voice fell quietly in the room. “We just need you to find her and get her to a rendezvous point. We’ll get her off-planet. I have approached the League of Federated Planets for assistance. But it is as I suspected. Our galactic peacekeepers won’t act unless I can document serious violations of galactic law. They won’t act for the recovery of just one person.”

Ram shook his head. “Still, why send me where others have failed?”

The smile DeLorion bestowed on Ram would have shriveled lesser men. “I would prefer you dead. My sister seems to think you deserve a second chance.” Doral lifted a shoulder in a shrug and shook his head as if to say his sister’s desires were incomprehensible. “Why you? You demonstrate a remarkable penchant for self-preservation coupled with a reputation for accomplishing the impossible – all while eluding capture. Besides, I am tired of consoling the families of good men. You are more...expendable. No one will mourn your death.”

Ramsey chuckled and returned his smile, in kind. “I did allow your sister to escape.”

“You kidnapped her in the first place.”

Ram shrugged. “I was paid to do a job. I did it.”

Doral held Ram in an icy stare. “And yet you still live.”

DeTano interrupted their innuendo-laden exchange and tossed a rolled parchment into Ram’s lap. “Read it. It absolves you of all crimes recorded against you, past or present. Find Lady Alessa DeAlbero, and we will sign it.”

Ram picked it up and scanned it casually. DeTano was correct. The unsigned pardon was broad-sweeping. Ram’s eyebrows rose at the minutely detailed list of criminal involvements he’d  thought no one else knew about. “Someone has been very interested in me for a very long time.” He smiled without humor and tapped the scroll on his knee with an assumed air of boredom. “How will you convince our good queen to sign this?”

DeTano looked at him thoughtfully. “Supreme Commander Eric DeStroia uncovered evidence that may cast doubt on your conviction.” Ari shrugged. “The case can be reopened.”

A resurgence of pain at Desiree’s death and anger at his unjust conviction flooded Ram. Hell’s breath. Thought I had left those emotions behind. His sardonic gaze rose and caught first DeTano then DeLorion. “If I’m successful, you have Lady DeAlbero, if unsuccessful, my dead body, and all it costs you is a piece of paper.”

A feral smile pulled at DeLorion’s face. “Yes. What I call a ‘win-win’ situation – for me.”
Ramsey threw his head back and laughed. When he sobered, he observed, “Vxloncia is a hi-tech planet. I have never been off the surface of our primitive Verdantia. My lack of familiarity with anything technical will handicap me.”

“Yes. We are aware of that. A Blue Dagger will accompany you,” DeTano said.

Ram considered the elite off-world mercenaries who had remained on Verdantia at the end of the Haarb war. His illicit, paramilitary group assiduously avoided Captain Steffania Rickard and her Blue Daggers. If Doral DeLorion was Ari DeTano’s right hand, then Steffania Rickard was his left. The Daggers had earned their reputation as galactic ‘bad-asses’ in spectacular fashion during the Haarb wars. Ram had fought side-by-side with Steffania and her Daggers during one campaign. As much as he would trust his life to anyone, he’d trust it to the Daggers – particularly their red-haired commander.

Ram grunted his acceptance. “It is also a world where male domination and female submission is enforced. I think their terms are dominus and slaaf. They hold their women close. Where do you suggest I start?”

“With Narr, himself,” said DeTano. “One of our contacts said Narr was infatuated with Lady Alessa. He knows we look for her. He keeps her well hidden.”

“And just how do I get close to Narr?”

DeLorion uncrossed his arms and tossed another paper into Ramsey’s lap. “The planet holds ‘gladiator games’ as entertainment. Narr, the primary sponsor, is obsessed with the bloodshed and spectacle. He always invites the winner of the games to his compound for an orgy of celebration. That will be your best chance to find Lady DeAlbero.”

Ram sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. “Gladiator games.” Shit.

“We took the liberty of entering your name,” DeTano said. “It’s ‘no holds barred’, but the only weapons allowed are archaic. You will be familiar with all of them.”

“Should be right up your alley, DeKieran. You get to fight dirty.” Captain Rickard’s feminine lilt spat the insult at him. “But this presupposes you’ll win.”

He’d forgotten her presence. At her challenge to both his honor and his fighting prowess – all right, perhaps he had no honor, but the slur to his skills stung – Ram rose to his feet and turned to look at her. A wickedly satisfying thought formed. He threw a quick glance at DeTano. “A Blue Dagger goes with me, yes?” DeTano nodded. “I’ll take your job, on one condition.” Ram pointed at Steffania. “That Blue Dagger goes – as my sexual submissive.”



About the Author:

Patricia A. Knight is the pen name for an eternal romantic who lives in Dallas, Texas with her horses, dogs and the best man on the face of the earth – oh yeah, and the most enormous bullfrogs you will ever see. Word to the wise: don’t swim in the pool after dark.

I love to hear from my readers and can be reached at Troll River Publishing or My Website.  Or send me an email at patriciaknight190@gmail.com.  Check out my “Hot Hunk of the Day” and latest releases, contests and other fun stuff on my Facebook Page or Join my mailing list



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