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We now have a publication date for the medieval box set I’m involved in, along with Renee Rose, Korey Mae Johnson, Dinah McLeod and Sue Lyndon. The set comes out on 3 March, and follows the fortunes of five women taken against their will from the conquered Hohenzollern castle, somewhere in central Europe. Be prepared for hot knights, some sizzling spankings, sumptuous settings and good old fashioned erotic romance.
My story is called The Widow is Mine (though the title might yet change). Natalia has already been married twice and has no wish to wed for a third time. She has her sights set on becoming a nun, though her reasons for wanting to take the veil are not exactly the usual ones. However the Duke of Richtenholst has other ideas. He fancies Natalia would make a poor holy sister but has the makings of a passable duchess, and sets out to prove his point.
Here’s the excerpt…
“You disobeyed me. I have yet to hear any reasonable excuse for that. Unless you can come up with some persuasive reason why you found it impossible to remain in the safety of my tent, as instructed, I intend to punish you for your behaviour.”
She is gazing up at me, her beautiful eyes widening, darkening to a deep, stormy grey. “What do you intend to do?”
“I will spank you. Hard. This will hurt, Natalia, but I hope it will prove to be the deterrent you so badly need. You are my wife, and I expect your obedience, and your honesty. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my lord. But you have no need to beat me. I am sorry. Truly I am. I will never do anything like that again.”
“I hope not, for your sake. And I said I would spank you, not beat you.”
“What is the difference?”
“Ah, my lady, there is a difference. In time you will come to appreciate that. For now though, we have business to settle, you and I.”
“You intend to spank me now?”
Her voice is breaking. She is afraid. A little fear is healthy, but this is too much. I stroke her back, my palm circling between her shoulder blades as I seek to soothe her.
“No, not now. Now you need to rest. You need to regain your strength, and stay warm. I want you to go to bed, sleep, and perhaps think about what has happened today. Try to reconcile yourself to your new situation if you can. In the morning you will accept your punishment, then we will move on and not speak of this again.”
“How will I sleep, knowing… knowing this? If you are going to punish me, please do it now. I want this to be over with.”
Ah, my sweet, too easy.
“No. I will decide when you are to receive your punishment. The events of this day have taken their toll, and I will not lay a hand on you tonight.”
“But you cannot expect me to…”
I place my finger across her lips. “Hush. I expect you to obey me, and not to argue. So now, if you are quite dry, I would like you to get into bed and wait for me there.”
Her expression is shocked. I manage to conceal my grin.
“You intend to sleep with me? In this bed? Tonight?”
“I do. Having gone to all this trouble to combat the effects of your foolhardiness I intend to make sure you remain warm.”
“But, you cannot. It would not be decent.”
“It is decent enough. You are my wife, after a fashion. I grant you the ceremony at the castle gates was not entirely satisfactory, not the way I would have chosen to make you my duchess, but it will certainly suffice until I can make a more robust arrangement. We will seek the benefit of a more orthodox ceremony as soon as the opportunity presents itself. For now though, we will both get some sleep. In the morning I will spank you, then we leave for Richtenholst.”