His hands rested a few seconds too long on her waist. She relaxed and
leaned toward him, but his severe expression condemned her. While her past
actions deserved his scorn, it still crushed her.
Excerpt:
The
horse and rider appeared from nowhere.
Julianna sidestepped and dropped her bag. Her ankle
twisted beneath her, and she tumbled to the ground. When the horseman tugged
hard at the reins, the coal-black stallion reared, its forelegs pawed the air.
She screamed and closed her eyes. Curled into a ball, she waited for its ebony
hooves to pulverize her.
The rider swore, the horse whickering as it planted its
feet in the dirt by her face. Tiny dust clouds rose from the road. She coughed
and crablike, she scuttled to the fallen oak at the edge of the copse. The
bracken smelled earthy, and the thick foliage cushioned her bruised ribs.
Her heart beat overtime when the horseman dismounted and
stalked toward her. Wearing a black greatcoat and muffler, he towered over her.
Grabbing her wrist, he hauled her upright.
Even in the evening twilight, his hair
shone the same blue-black as a raven’s wing. His features were familiar, but
she had no idea why. One glance at his steeply angled eyebrows and she wondered
if he was the devil come to claim her.
Her brother would have grabbed her
shoulders and shaken her until her head ached. That or hurled vile insults at
her. Instead, the dark horseman’s eyes twinkled with good humor. She couldn’t
decide if they were midnight blue or ebony black. Their mysterious depths and
sloping eyebrows gave him a demonic air.
His high cheekbones were so sharp
Michelangelo could have chiseled them from marble. There was a cleft in his
square chin that she wanted to stroke. His broad, kissable lips made her want
to lick and taste, but they were set in a stern, disapproving frown. If he
smiled, his dark charisma would mesmerize any nocturnal creatures. Bats, foxes,
and badgers would flock to his side.
His utter masculinity sent shudders along her spine. Devilish
and terrifying, he emanated menace and danger. She should be shaking in fear,
but he sparked wicked longings in her soul.
Untouched and innocent, she hated how her nipples pearled
and damp heat creamed between her legs. She needed his lips pressed against
hers and his hands on her body. For a woman who’d sworn never to marry, that
scared her more than his fury. If not for his tight grip on her shoulders,
she’d have run off into the night.
Her pulse still raced, but she buried her fear beneath a
haughty manner. “Unhand me, sir. I’m late as it is.”
Rather than let go of her arm, he tugged her closer. He
smelled of citrus fruits and freshly gathered mint. When her gaze meshed with
his, lightning bolts sizzled between them. Head bent, he moved toward her. She
puckered her lips in anticipation.
Blinking, he straightened abruptly. “I could have killed
you, you little fool.”
Disappointment crushed her soul. Her ribs ached from
Kit’s assault and her ankle throbbed from her fall. Sniffing back tears, she
thought of her mother’s pampered cat and tried to out-stare him. “My apologies,
sir. I should have been paying attention, not daydreaming along in the
twilight. Since neither of us is hurt, we can go on our own ways.”
“Not until you’ve learned your lesson,” he snapped.
Pulling free from his hold, she rubbed her wrist.
Nervous, she retreated toward her portmanteau, ready to grab it and run.
Shooting forward, he hoisted her over his shoulder. The undignified position
made her ribs throb. His hand splayed over her rear end, caressing and stroking
it as he pinned her in place.
Five steps and he’d carried her back to the tree trunk.
Once settled on it, he thrust her over his knee. “Naughty little girls who risk
their lives deserve a spanking. And I’m just the man to give it to you.”
Blurb:
When her brother
tries to force her into a marriage with a detestable baron, Julianna Halstead
flees the family estate she has helped manage since the death of her parents.
But as she makes her escape late at night, Juliana’s carelessness nearly
results in her being trampled by a galloping horse, and the steed’s handsome
rider takes it upon himself to correct her right then and there.
Though having
her bottom bared and soundly spanked on the side of the road leaves Juliana
blushing crimson, the punishment arouses her intensely and her body’s helpless
response cannot be hidden. To make matters worse, the gentleman over whose lap
she was so firmly chastised turns out to be none other than Viscount
Stonehurst, someone she has known since childhood.
When Stonehurst
learns of Juliana’s predicament, he decides to make her his bride. She will be
no ordinary wife, however. She will be something much more shameful. But even
as she is leashed, collared, and put on display in a cage wearing only a tail,
then brought out to be used in ways no proper lady should enjoy, will Juliana
come to love her new life as the viscount’s pet?
Publisher’s
Note: The Viscount’s Pet is a
stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used and His Innocent Bride. It includes spankings
and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Amazon USA
About the Author:
Kryssie reads everything and
anything, from literary fiction to sizzling romance. Her earliest memory is
going to the library with her mother. She can’t have been more than two at the
time. Reading, especially when a book’s hot and explicit, is more than a guilty
pleasure. It’s an obsession.
Kryssie loves to visit historic
sites, from Hadrian’s wall to Regency Bath. The first book she fell in love
with was Georgette Heyer’s The Unknown
Ajax. After that, she devoured every regency book she could. Part of
Kryssie’s psyche lives in in in Regency London. She longs to dance quadrilles
and flirt behind fans. Of course, Kryssie’s heroines do far more than flirt.
Kryssie lives in Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast –about
thirty miles from Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. She enjoys
gardening, travel, and socializing with her author friends. You’d be surprised
how many erotic romance authors live in the North of England.
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