After condemning her for practicing black magic, the superstitious folk in her village banish Melle to a lonely existence in the woodlands.
But Melle is no witch! Rather she's the daughter of a learned alchemist and a gifted swordsmith in her own right, an occupation she keeps secret lest she become a political pawn in a battle of power between two evil rulers: the usurper General Raghiln on her side of the River Noir, and Lord Cahan, the overlord of Castle Weild, on the other.
Melle's secret is threatened when cruel Lord Cahan abducts her, a brazen capture that sets into motion a shift in military might...and in them. For not only is the innocent virgin not what she seems, neither is her brutish captor.And so begins a war of wills between the real overlord of the land and a pretend witch who must choose sides...between two stubborn lovers hiding too many secrets...between a quelled dominant male and a wildly shameless submissive female...between a woman who gives her trust gladly and a man unwilling to trust even himself...between a staid royal who would rather believe in witchcraft than believe in love and an exuberant peasant literally bound to convince him otherwise.
Louisa Trent has been published in ebook and print format since 2001 through several publishing companies and now as a self-published author. She writes across the genres - contemporary, historical, paranormal, multi-cultural, and sci-fi. Basically, she writes whatever piques her interest, and she is a writer of many passionate interests. Readers can reach Louisa through her website: www.louisatrent.com.
Save for his infatuated ward of the last three years, Priscilla, the virginal young lady he has promised his mentor to wed.
Unfortunately, how his ward sees him is a carefully orchestrated illusion, an invention of his own making. That man doesn't exist.
So, taking pity on Priscilla, Emmett reveals his true self to her prior to their marriage.
And his ward flees. Escapes in stark horror.
Priscilla does indeed run from Emmett, the man she has always loved. Not in horror over what he did to her that night of her eighteenth birthday, a corruption of her innocence she cannot forget. She runs because she craves his debasement. She craves it even after discovering his commitment to her is a sham. Forsaking her attraction to his dominance, a dominance beyond boundaries, a domanance beyond limits, a dominance which surpasses her every moral belief -- she stays away from him...
Until his terrible power over her draws her back into his waiting arms.
Knowing he will never love her, that her guardian has bound her to him with emotional and physical coercion, that he has abused her trust, she settles for less than his love -- his lust.
Then she demands more. She demands all of him, including his darkness. And she fights for him the only way she knows how... by allowing him everything, even giving him permission to share her with another man.
Emmett will bring her to the very edge of decency and then fling her over the precipice, for he is a man willing to go to any lengths to protect Priscilla... including not telling her she holds his heart and what remains of his soul.
Not his guest. Not his sweeting. Not his lover. Not his concubine, either. She serves the overlord's rampant desire as a chained detainee inside his solar.
Ah, but her gaoler is rightfully called the Beast, for Cethin is an animal in his unrelenting urgency to have her, as she is an animal in her unrelenting urgency to have him. Regardless of what he does to her, how he unsheathes his claws and goes at her, she protests not, for he is her prisoner as much as she is his.
And lest there be some mistake - her unsheathed claws are every bit as sharp.
Aye, she will serve out her prison sentence under the Beast's rule. Atop his rule, as well, be that his demand. 'Tis all the same to Aurelia, for beneath her pale silky flesh, she is a Beast too, a she-beast on the prowl to mate.Him.
In the post-apocalyptic City, surviving Squatters are going missing from their underground bunkers. Whispered rumors at the black market claim the Maniot dictator -- the beautiful but soulless Commander Tenjor -- is systematically killing off anyone who objects to his tyranny. No one dares stand up to him.
No one except Darrid, a rad mutant freak and the rebel leader of a secret Maniot committee. He's determined to overthrow Tenjor's corrupt regime. And he knows just who can help him. Enter Islet, the foul-mouthed Squatter he catches breaching the heavily guarded gates of the Citadel. The cunning little whore will provide him with an excuse to enter Tenjor's inner sanctum...if she will only allow him to train her in proper Maniot submission.
To avoid punishment for illegal trespass, Islet agrees. That's what Darrid thinks, anyway. Until he samples Islet's style of submission. And finds himself knocked unconscious. Taking orders just isn't Islet's thing. The alpha femme doesn't obey anyone, and that anyone includes a certain rad mutant freak. That's what Islet thinks, anyway.
Until she samples Darrid's style of mutant dominance. And gets her own freak on.