DEVIL'S BITCH
BY
DELENA SILVERFOX
Devil's Bitch
byDelenaSilverfox
Erotic Historical Romance
Categories:Action/Adventure
Publisher:Naughty Nights Press
Release Date: July 24, 2013
Heat Level:Sizzling
Word Count:70,000
Available at:
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Description:
Norelia, Imperial heir and zealous second-in-command of the Endless Army, is cornered by a wager against her father, the Emperor.
The stakes? To marry the winner of the next Summer Games in order to ensure the continuation of the Imperial line. Confident she will win, she is devastated when a mysterious contender named Reoth defeats her and claims not only the title of Champion, but claims Norelia as well. A misplaced note reveals Reoth and her father placed wagers on Reoth's ability to "tame" her, proving it was all a game after all.
When her father is killed in a surprise invasion, the Empire stands on the brink of war and Norelia is thrust into the center of it with Reoth, a man she'd sooner kill than trust. As Reoth admits knowledge regarding who is behind this invasion, can Norelia determine where his true allegiance lies before the Empire, and her heart, are destroyed forever?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes (including BDSM) and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
byDelenaSilverfox
Erotic Historical Romance
Categories:Action/Adventure
Publisher:Naughty Nights Press
Release Date: July 24, 2013
Heat Level:Sizzling
Word Count:70,000
Available at:
Amazon (Kindle):http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E5GI39K
Amazon (Print):https://www.createspace.com/4345627
Naughty Nights Press:http://naughtynightspress.com/nnpstore2/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=32&products_id=95
Smashwords:https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/340960
Description:
Norelia, Imperial heir and zealous second-in-command of the Endless Army, is cornered by a wager against her father, the Emperor.
The stakes? To marry the winner of the next Summer Games in order to ensure the continuation of the Imperial line. Confident she will win, she is devastated when a mysterious contender named Reoth defeats her and claims not only the title of Champion, but claims Norelia as well. A misplaced note reveals Reoth and her father placed wagers on Reoth's ability to "tame" her, proving it was all a game after all.
When her father is killed in a surprise invasion, the Empire stands on the brink of war and Norelia is thrust into the center of it with Reoth, a man she'd sooner kill than trust. As Reoth admits knowledge regarding who is behind this invasion, can Norelia determine where his true allegiance lies before the Empire, and her heart, are destroyed forever?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes (including BDSM) and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
EXCERPT:
For the tenth time that
afternoon, Norelia landed facedown in the dirt. She felt more than heard the
guttural scream of frustration tear from her throat. “You want the impossible!”
Reoth just laughed. He always
laughed at her. “The 'impossible' is what landed you on your pretty rump during
our match at the Games. Do you wish to call it impossible, or do you wish to
learn it and finally kill me?”
She spat sand out of her mouth,
ignoring her skinned cheek and other numerous aches and stings. “I'll shove
your mocking smile into the dirt.”
He laughed. “Then come get me,
Princess.” He beckoned her with a mocking grin.
She came in low.
He dodged, smacking her rump as
she flew past him. Squealing at the indignity, Norelia spun and hooked his foot
with hers. He went face down. She caught one of his hands and feet, and trussed
him with a move he'd shown her earlier.
“You begin to understand.”
The excitement and pride in his
eyes was evident. Norelia found herself smiling back, and her hand lingered in
his a moment longer as she helped him up.
For a moment it seemed he would
use the physical contact to pull her close, and she felt the unmistakable power
in the tension between wanting to pull away...and wanting to stay, wanting him
to pull her close.
“So let's try this again.” All
focused instructor once more, he turned away and Norelia felt her smile
deflate. Sometimes he looked at her after a match and it did things to her.
Something had happened in the last week to turn the shudder of revulsion in her
middle into a quiver of...something else.
It pulled her, made her tremble,
and there were times the nameless yearning made her physically ache inside.
Three days now, she'd found herself asking for “just one more round.” Reoth's
reply was always, “You may practice more with me, if that is what you want.”
She soon was giving almost as
good as she got. A few of the bruises he sported were from her, she was proud
to see. Sometimes when he pinned her, he would run his hand slowly up her
shoulder to wrap around her throat. His hazel eyes held her immobile more than
his holds did, which she now knew how to escape.
Knew how, but didn't.
When he let go of her, Norelia
continued to lie where she was, staring up at him. “When your enemy is already
defeated in their minds, it is a simple matter to make it come true. You can
read it in their eyes, feel it in the passion of their fight. The harder they
fight at the end, the more they are fighting their own fear of defeat.”
“And me?” she murmured. “Was I so
easily defeated?”
Reoth looked down at her. His
eyes traced the contours of her face. Finally, he shook his head. “No man could
ever hope to truly defeat you.”
She allowed him this kind lie.
“Then why did you come here?” Norelia trailed her fingertips down the sides of
his face, across his brow, down his slightly crooked nose, across his lips. “I
can't imagine you fearing anything.” It was a whisper.
He choked on a breath, then
ripped her hands away from his face and pinned them back down above her head.
His face was inches from hers. Time seemed to stretch into infinity. She no
longer felt the hot, packed dirt beneath her, didn't hear the sounds of the
stable yard in the distance, or the workers and servants and guards contributing
to the ever-present din of the palace grounds. She didn't see the clouds above
them, didn't notice the pain as Reoth held her wrists too tight in his hands.
There was only his gaze, fighting something down within himself that struggled
for release.
Again, something moved her.
Unable to reach out to him, she lifted her face up to meet his. They touched
noses, and he hissed a sharp intake of breath. Norelia could feel his breath,
his lips so close to her own. All at once she was aware of just how big Reoth
really was, how wide his shoulders compared to hers. How strong he was; so much
stronger than she. He was an undeniable weight pinning her, pressing down atop
her so she couldn't breathe. Every tight breath was filled with the scent of
him and Norelia was soon intoxicated. Her bumps and scrapes and bruises from
their fighting smarted, but she welcomed the pain. For some reason, every ache
and throb made her even more aware of him.
He shifted his grip so he pinned
her by the upper arms. His breath was hot against her ear and she gasped at the
delicious chills that coursed through her. His arms felt like iron pinning her
against him. Not that she was unwilling, strange as that was. She reached up
just enough and ran her fingers along his forearms, feeling the hard strength
of his muscles, so unyielding beneath soft fingertips.
“You're toying with me.” His
voice was hard, coiled as taught as the rest of him. She could hear the slight
strain in his voice, the strain that spoke of the primal male in him fighting
to come to the fore. It was a familiar sound, but it took her completely by
surprise to hear it in Reoth. From the way he'd been behaving toward her, she
had believed he was unaffected by her and had taken it for granted he was like
any other of her soldiers.
Wasn't he still her enemy? He
wanted to possess her. They all did.
Reoth tightened his hold on her
and she gasped. But not in fear, or surprise. This was excitement. By the gods,
if only he could hold her against him like this! She closed her eyes and
pressed into him, letting her head fall back.
What was wrong with
her?
When she felt his lips softly
brushing up and down her neck, her breath caught and she tilted her head to
bare more skin for him. Her heart was slamming against her ribcage, and there
was an ache deep inside her so strong it brought her close to whimpering.
So much for hard self-discipline.
“Is this what you wanted?” His
sultry voice was a purr that melted her inside. He pressed himself against her,
slowly rubbing until there was no denying his tension. The hard heat she felt
was undeniable. Suddenly, violently, every part of her body from the palms of
her hands to the place deep within ached to touch him. She pressed back against
him, meeting the insistent pressure of his hips with insistence of her own. A
throbbing heat polled in her groin, and it spread to the damp heat between her
thighs.
Her heart was racing. No!
No no no...
“Right here in the dirt,
Princess? You never struck me as common.” His voice was tense, low.
Yet even as her body trembled
with a sudden need against which she had believed herself immune, panic began
to build in her chest. It was hard to breathe, and harder still with Reoth so
close. He ground his hips into hers and the hardness of him made her groan.
Dear gods, what had she done?
What was happening to her?
He clutched her at her, and she
winced. His voice darkened. “This will be my only warning. Don't ever entice me
with your lies unless you're willing to deal with the consequences. I know you still
call me your enemy.” And just like that, he was gone, and it was over. She felt
cold without his strength and heat, and she felt strangely vulnerable without
him there.
What was happening?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
For as long as she can remember,
DelenaSilverfox has always loved writing more than anything. When she was three
she taught herself how to read with alphabet magnets and her trusty Speak n'
Spell, but it was when she realized she could use those same words to share
what was in her imagination that the magic took hold.
She pursued an English/Creative Writing
degree in college, but after seeing so many friends lose their passion in
school, she changed her major to Psychology and pursued writing on her own. At
21, she moved to Portland, OR where she spent the next eleven years, and
considers that the city where she truly "grew up," as it influenced
so much of who she is today as a person and an author.
She discovered an affinity for erotic
romance after getting to know the underground BDSM community and trying her
hand at adding a few elements into her romance writing. What she encountered
was, to her, overwhelming encouragement to seek publication. Without that
support, she would still be writing serial installments on BDSM forums.
Delena lives in Indianapolis, IN with her
daughter, husband, and a klutzy cat named PÃcaro. When she's not writing, she's
working on finishing up her Psych degree, cooking, making crafts with her
daughter, or sewing and crocheting.
Connect with DelenaSilverfox
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/delenasilverfox
Twitter: https://twitter.com/delenasilverfox
GIVEAWAY
INFO:
Prize
is 2 eBook copies (1 each to 2 winners) of "Of
Hallowed Fiends and Darkest Fortune" from Delena Silverfox.
Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Aug 24. Must be 18 years of
age or older to enter.
Thanks for sharing the great excerpt and the giveaway. Sounds great. evamillien at gmail dot com
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