Thursday, May 14, 2015
OWNING HIS BRIDE reaches #1 in Sci-Fi Erotica!
A couple of days ago my new release, Owning His Bride, reached #1 in Science Fiction Erotica on Amazon. It's also reached the top 10 in the BDSM Erotica category and currently has an overall ranking of 744. I couldn't be happier and I want to thank everyone who's shared links or downloaded a copy. I really appreciate it!
Today I'm sharing an excerpt from one of my favorite scenes in the book. In the following passage, Becca has just endured a most embarrassing medical exam that culminiated her being forced to orgasm in front of the doctor and Officer Makin:
She opened her eyes and didn’t see the doctor, but she heard him moving around behind her. “This prisoner is healthy and sexually responsive, Officer Makin. Aside from those scars on her thighs, she’s quite attractive too. I assume you accompanied her during the exam because you had doubts about her. Do you still wish to take ownership of her?”
She felt Makin tense and trail his fingers across the tops of her thighs, right over the permanently raised marks on her skin. She hated the warden so much she wished him dead, and her heart lodged in her throat. Of course the bastard doctor had to call attention to her scars. Now Makin wouldn’t want her.
After the promise of being free of the warden’s attentions and having to endure this exam, she would be sent back to her cell for three more weeks, until the warden claimed her as his bride.
Waiting for Makin’s response was the worst kind of agony. But finally he spoke, and his words couldn’t have surprised her more.
“She’s quite attractive, doctor, even with the scars. Yes, I still wish to take ownership of her.”
“Very well. I’ll leave you to dress her and take her to the chapel. Thank you for your service on Kemmius.”
Once the doctor left the room, Makin guided Becca’s feet from the stirrups and helped her sit up. He rubbed her back and smoothed her hair down, running his fingers through her tangles. She bowed her head, afraid to look him in the eye. He’d just seen her at her most vulnerable.
As her thighs brushed together, she stared at her now smooth center, and she flushed hot. It was so odd to think that after a short treatment from the doctor her hair would never grow back. She wanted to touch her bare mound, but resisted. Later, in private, she would inspect it herself and collect her thoughts as well.
She wondered how soon Makin would leave her alone. Would he have his way with her the second they stepped onto the transport? She assumed they would be getting on a transport destined for Merro today, a transport not so dissimilar from the ships that ran through the Interstellar Port. Most of the passenger ships had private bedrooms, and even if their ship didn’t, she couldn’t protest a single thing he did to her, even in public. She was about to become nothing more than his possession, like the very boots on his feet.
“Come on, Becca, let’s get you dressed.”
She slid off the table and stood on shaking legs, but Makin was right there with an arm around her, steadying her. She dared a look into his eyes and found the frightening intensity from earlier gone. He no longer appeared angry. She exhaled a deep breath, beyond relieved that he at least wasn’t going to hurt her before they left the prison.
She obediently got dressed, with his assistance of course. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, and though his touch unnerved her, it also brought her the same comfort as it had the night he’d spanked her in her cell. How she still longed for him to embrace her against his chest. Maybe if she was a good wife and did all he required of her, he might hold her on occasion. She felt stupid and pathetic for the thought. If she were stronger, she might fight him and try to escape the island, might try to find her way to another planet, even return to Earth.
Once her prison uniform was back in place, Makin held her out by her shoulders and gazed at her, some of the startling intensity returning to his visage. She tried not to cower, but she felt so small, so petrified. She kept reminding herself her situation could be a thousand times worse. He could be the warden, a certain sentence of eternal misery. Or he could be Raymond, happy to let her take the fall for his crimes.
“I expect you to behave at the chapel, Becca. You will repeat the vows without hesitation. Know that you will belong to me, no matter what, even if you refuse to repeat your portion of the vows. However, if you give me any trouble before we leave Kemmius, I will punish you sternly for it later.”
On the heels of this threat, he swept her out into the corridor.
After enduring the first two years of a life sentence for a crime she didn’t commit, there is one thing Becca fears more than spending the rest of her days behind bars. When their five-year terms of service on the frozen prison planet of Kemmius are up, guards are allowed to choose a bride from among the prisoners, and the warden himself has set his sights on her.
Hunter has hated the warden from the moment he met him, and he’ll be damned if he is going to let the vile man have a sweet, beautiful girl like Becca. Not when his own term as a guard is almost up and he’ll have the chance to claim her first and make her his own.
Following a thorough, humiliating medical exam—standard procedure to ensure a potential bride’s suitability as a mate—Becca finds herself bound to Hunter forever as both his wife and his property. While her new husband quickly proves to be nothing like the cruel warden, he is still a man who expects to be obeyed, and she soon learns that defiance will be dealt with firmly.
Though she is left blushing each time Hunter bares her bottom for a sound spanking—and sometimes for other, more intimate punishments—what truly shames Becca is the way her body responds to his dominance. But even as her feelings for Hunter grow stronger and her future seems brighter than it has in many years, Becca cannot help wondering if she will ever truly be free of the chains of the past.
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