And inspiration. Throwing caution to the winds, she tosses her legs in the air. Sean Griffith never stands a chance. Tegan ravishes him on the spot. On several spots, to be exact. Then, Sean discovers Tegan's extortion scheme...
Revenge is sweet. In this instance, it's naughty too.
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.