Turning the Tables in Held for Ransom by Renee Rose
Today I’m welcoming the enticing Renee Rose to my blog to talk about her latest release “Held for Ransom.”
Normandie, thank you so much for having me on your blog today to talk about Held for Ransom, a spanking romance set in pre-Arthurian England. I love the old abduction/seduction scenario, although in this one, the seduction is not complete before Ariana, the Avalon priestess kidnapped by a rogue knight escapes. Naturally, it feels like unfinished business to both of them, and they’re forced to work through it after Crow is brought to justice and forced to serve as her slave at Avalon.
Even as her slave, he cannot help himself from punishing her when she endangers herself. Here’s what happens afterward:
ExcerptShe looked over her shoulder. “Do not snicker. I have not forgiven you yet. I never forgave you the first and second thrashings you gave me.”
Moving his hands down, he brought one thumb to her sex, stroking an unhurried path over her pink lips, drawing out a fresh secretion of nectar. “I know it, Ariana,” he said, sensing the crux of their dilemma. “I forced a familiarity between us and it cannot be undone.” He slid his thumb into the entrance of her sex, taking care not to go too far. She bucked against him and he removed his thumb. “Aye, your maidenhead is to be saved.” He gathered a bit of saliva and spat it on his thumb, tucking it between her cheeks in search of her back hole.
Her head jerked up in surprise, but she stilled rather than fought him. “What are you doing?”
“Pleasuring you a different way.” He waited until the spasm of her little pucker relaxed, and pressed his thumb past the ring.
She gasped, lifting herself to her elbows, but holding her hips quiet. “I did not ask you to pleasure me.” Her voice sounded hoarse.
“Nay. It is part of your punishment,” he said, pressing his thumb deep inside her as his other thumb circled the sensitive peak at the top of the entrance to her sex.
She gasped, her fingers fisting in the wool of his cloak beneath her. He moved his thumb within her, slowly at first, noting the increase in fluid from her sex, the wanton cries issuing from her raspberry lips. She ground her hips over his lower hand and he increased the tempo of his thrusts into her back hole until she began to cry out, “No! Yes! Wait…go on!” Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth opened wide. She slid her own hand between her legs, thrusting his thumb out of way to cup her own mons.
His cock strained painfully against his hose as watched the most beautiful woman in all the realm find her peak and follow it down the other side. He eased his thumb out and studied her, wanting to remember just the way she looked with her sex and arse spread to him, hips lifted on his lap, cheeks welted from his belt, and face streaked with the flush of passion. He reached forward and plucked the string that tied her braid, unwinding her coppery hair and fanning it out, the silky strands slipping through his fingers as it fell in waves across her back.
“I know it pains you, the intimacy I forced. Necessity spawned my actions, not disrespect.”
“Is this respectful, Crow?” she asked, though he heard no ire in her tone, still languid from her climax.
“No,” he murmured. “But if I am to have my throat slit when we return, I might as make it worth my while.”
“You mock my authority. Just because I spared your life once–nay, twice–does not mean I shall do it again.”
“You are wrong. My life has been forfeit since the day I first captured you. I know I live by your mercy and also by your curse.”
“I have not cursed you,” she said, twisting to look over her shoulder at him.
“Aye, my lady, you have,” he said, lifting a lock of hair from her face. “Because I am bound here by you, and tortured every time I am near you.”
Held for Ransom
When Sir Gorran’s people disappear after a raid on a Saxon settlement, he kidnaps Princess Ariana, a priestess of Avalon, and demands their return. Though he knew he risked Ariana’s curse as well as a lifetime hiding from the king’s sword, he does not realize his greatest risk in holding the lovely princess for ransom is to his heart.
The intimacy shared with her kidnapper leaves Ariana wounded by the experience and his reappearance at the annual tournament only deepens her pain. When her brother foists him on her as a guardian and slave she must come to terms with her feelings for the dominant warrior. Will she send him away to his death, or will she realize her pain is only caused by living without him?
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About the Author
Renee Rose is a modern dance teacher, Feldenkrais Practitioner(R), energy worker and kinkster. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around her favorite kink: spanking. She can be found on:
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