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The Stolen Bride
The Stolen Bride is my first medieval romance. Set in the early 1100s, when England was still coming out of the dark ages, and recovering from the invasions of Vikings and Normans. There were few options open to a lady of noble birth and Nadia, having found convent life hard, is open to other suggestions.
Blurb:
Eighteen-year-old Nadia loathes the dreary routine of life in a convent, and though sneaking out risks earning her a firm chastisement with the prioresses’ birch, that is a small price to pay for a taste of freedom. When her father gives her a chance to leave the convent behind forever if she weds Lord Arnaud, the Baron of Uxley, she agrees to the arrangement, certain that even marrying a man twice her age is better than taking vows as a nun.
To Nadia’s shock, however, after a handsome adventurer named Edgar saves Lord Arnaud from a band of murderous robbers, as a reward for his courage Arnaud invites his rescuer to both the wedding and the wedding night. Knowing that his love for his late wife will keep him from properly consummating his new marriage, the voyeuristic baron would prefer to watch Edgar claim Nadia himself.
But when Lord Arnaud becomes convinced that Nadia has been lying about her purity, the young bride finds herself stripped bare and blushing crimson as she is made to submit to an intimate, humiliating examination in front of both Arnaud and Edgar. The exam confirms her deception, and she is punished with a painful, embarrassing spanking on her bare bottom before Edgar takes her long and hard in front of her new husband.
Despite Nadia’s shame at her body’s response to Edgar’s dominance, she can’t help wondering what it would be like to belong to him completely. But when Edgar ties her up and steals her from the baron’s home, intent on keeping her as his own, will Nadia seek to escape him or will she embrace a new life on the run as his stolen bride?
Publisher’s Note: The Stolen Bride is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, exhibitionism, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
The prioress washed her hands and dried them on a cloth. “So, my lord, you see I told you the truth. She is not worthy of you. She’s a whore.”
The declaration crushed Nadia. She was ruined. Her father would never speak to her. Her husband, who’d not shown any interest in touching her, would now never lay a finger on her. Only Edgar had seen past her virginity to the woman that lay hidden away. She wanted to show him her gratitude, if Arnaud intended to keep his side of the bargain.
Arnaud paced the solar, deep in thought. He spun on his heel to face the prioress. “You will leave here now and speak not one word of what has happened in this room.”
She started, as if punched. “My lord. I thought you understood. She must come back to the priory and live there with me. I shall ensure she is penitent every day—”
Arnaud sneered. “In return for a donation? Is that what this is about? Your silence will not be bought.”
“Bribe you! How dare you suggest such a repugnant accusation.” The prioress crossed herself.
“Sir William FitzHerbert is your benefactor, is he not? He provides the priory with your grant?”
“Yes, why… do you know him?” The prioress went as pale as her white habit. Nadia hadn’t considered the nun’s motivation was financial gain. All those poor girls she’d inflicted her particular examination on and even if they hadn’t been virgins, had the prioress manipulated the truth to gain a bribe?
The baron’s physical stature bore down on the diminutive prioress. “We fought side by side. If I hear one word of anything against Nadia, then I shall inform Sir William that you have been involved in sexual acts with other women.”
“What?” the prioress screeched.
“Yes, that is what I shall inform your benefactor and he will cease your grant.” Arnaud planted his hands on his hips. “Now leave.”
Nadia smothered a smile as the prioress scurried out of the chamber, muttering under her breath. However, once the Reverend Mother had left the room—the door slammed shut behind her—she had to face the wrath of her husband. She sank to her knees before him. “Please, I beg you, my lord, don’t tell my father. He is sick and it will break his heart to know that I am a whore.”
Arnaud sat in the master chair before her. The canopy of the top cast him into a shadow. She awaited her fate with a thumping heart and a dry mouth.
“I won’t tell your father. Other than Edgar, nobody else will know of this. And you are not a whore. You made mistakes, misjudged situations, and allowed your lust to rule your body. But that is not a good enough reason for me to reject you.”
She slumped forward and wept with relief.
“I’m not angry with you, Nadia, for losing your virginity to a man you loved. I’m sure you loved him. I understand the power of love. What I will not tolerate is lying. Before we married I offered you the chance to tell me what you kept from everyone else and you held back. A husband should be party to all his wife’s thoughts. And here, in front of me and Edgar, knowing of our agreement, you lied again, forcing me to put you through this humiliating examination. That was part of your punishment. The other part is you will be spanked by me, your wronged husband, and Edgar, too, since he was tricked as well.”
Edgar stirred from where he’d stood quietly. “My lord, that isn’t—”
“It is necessary, Edgar, because once you have spanked her hard, you will come to appreciate how disciplining a wife brings closure. It will put this behind us and we can move on. You will have your fuck, Edgar Raymond. I keep my promises. My honour will remain intact. This woman, my beautiful wife, might not be pious, but she will now submit to us because she has shown quite clearly how she desires my dominance and yours, too.”
Nadia lifted her face out of her wet hands. She’d anticipated a punishment, but she’d not considered it would involve both men. A birching by the prioress would bear little resemblance to what her husband proposed. More shame! “My lord. I’ve never been spanked by a man before.”
“It will not do you any harm to be punished, Nadia. You will lie across my lap, then across Edgar’s. Then to ensure the punishment is complete, you will bend over the bed and submit to a spanking with our scabbards.”
“Yes, my lord,” she whispered. There was little point in protesting. What he offered was far better than informing her father. Her arse had hardened itself to many a beating—this would be no different. Her assumption was based on her experiences of pain. What else would a spanking do other than hurt?
Arnaud leaned forward. “Now, Nadia. Nothing has changed between us, only that you have carnal knowledge. I wish to know the extent of it. Have you had a man’s cock in your mouth?”
Nadia cringed with embarrassment. She could hardly claim to be a virtuous maid, but she’d been more than a little adventurous. “Yes, sir.”
“Swallowed his seed?”
“Yes, sir.” She had done this many times to avoid the risk of pregnancy.
“In your cunny many times?”
“Yes, sir,” she squeaked.
“Your bottom hole?”
She gaped; behind her Edgar moved, as if awakened from a trance. “No, my lord. At least, not the manhood, only his fingers.” The heat in her face had risen with each of his questions.
Arnaud smiled. “See, a virgin after all. Then this will be Edgar’s delight—to take all of you. What say you, Edgar?”
“Yes, my lord. Now, I understand. She is not a fragile petal to be plucked with a careful hand.”
“No, young man, she’s more, much more able. You must show her what we men desire. The night is still young. Come morning, my wife, you will be forgiven, well fucked, and in need of gentle embraces and a warm bath. However, first, we must clear up this matter of your lies. Nadia, come here and place your knees on either side of my legs, your bottom facing me and your hands on the floor.”
She crawled across the floor, discarding the cloak behind her. What she had to do now was what she’d always done with the prioress—accept her punishment with grace and fortitude. Also, from her late lover, she’d learnt how to be meek and willing. But when the prioress had thrashed her, her bottom had been covered. What Arnaud proposed—to spank her bare bottom—was quite different. More intimate, humiliating, and sensual. However, she mustn’t fear the men who’d awoken such an intense feeling inside her. They commanded her in a way she’d not foreseen and the quaking in her legs was due to anxiety, not fear.
Reaching his great oak chair, she twisted her body around and lifted her legs up on either side of his body while her hands touched the floor and supported her weight. Arnaud aided her by holding her in place as she positioned her hips between his knees and lowered her head between his legs. Then, she leaned forward onto her hands.
He faced her raised arse while she saw nothing other than his boots. “My lord,” she panted. “Please be gentle with me.”
“Gentle?” he laughed. “This is a punishment. I shall give you pain, but nothing that you can’t handle. For a novice who has been birched many times, this is more about your humility than suffering.”
He ran his hands along her thighs, then squeezed her arse cheeks briefly before smacking both buttocks at the same time.
“Ow,” she hollered.
He alternated, slapping her bottom cheeks one at a time, swiftly and without pause. She rapidly concluded hands hurt just as much as a birch, if not more. The weight behind each spank was nothing like the thud of thin twigs. She jolted forward each time, requiring concentration so not to topple off his lap. When she struggled with her balance, he held her about the waist and continued to spank with one hand, switching between her throbbing buttocks with sufficient time to raise his hand high enough to cast a shadow before her face.
If this was the first of her spankings, how would she manage the scabbards? “Oh, sir. I’m not used to this.”
Again, he chuckled. “I should hope not. However, a naughty girl, especially one who likes to lie, needs regular spankings. Mark my words, Edgar. See how her arse turns pink and her pussy lips swell. She is not innocent in the slightest.”
She heard Edgar’s boots scuff on the boards. He was close by.
“She has a pretty arse, lord,” Edgar murmured. “Very pretty.”
“Once you have your cock between her cheeks, then you will find it more than pretty. Nice and tight, too.”
“Indeed, sir. I don’t doubt it.” The younger man spoke softly, almost inaudibly, unlike Arnaud’s overly confident voice. Two conflicting tones and it mirrored her own swirling emotional state.
The spanking continued undeterred by Arnaud’s lecturing. A consummate liar, he declared, an unbecoming attitude for a gentle woman. Her fair face, which hid her dark soul, needed to reflect a purer nature.
She squealed, mortified by the combination of their detailed conversation and embarrassing spanking. It was nothing akin to the punishments the prioress inflicted upon her. This was something else, almost too much, but at the same time, it left her awash with desire. But for whom? Her ageing, impotent husband, or the strapping young man who would leave the next day?
“Mark my words, Edgar. If I tame this creature, she will be more than a beauty to behold. She will worship me. See how she leaks. She responds to chastisement. It is more than an act of discipline. She reaches beyond it and fights with her desires. It means she can be taught many ways to pleasure a man. Remove the misery of punishment and she will thrive.”
“Yes, my lord. Your tutelage will be welcomed by her.”
“There. You have two blazing arse cheeks,” Arnaud declared. “Now it is Edgar’s turn to show you his displeasure.”
Sophia and the Duke
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She scrunched her clammy hands into a ball. A thousand words of protest churned through her head, but not one of them could counter his accusation of lying. At the time she knew it, and it was pointless to rage at him. “I implied something that wasn’t true. I admit it.” She hung her head, summoning up the willpower she needed to submit to him.
Nathanial looked up at the sky. “Come and stand over here, in this glade.”
She stood where he directed, confused by his request. “Why?”
“It is much warmer here in the sunshine and I want you to take off your clothes.”
“Naked!”
“Yes, naked.”
Nathanial lay down his rifle and rabbits, then removed his jacket. Sophia fiddled with her laces, unable to enact his command. Her fingers shook with both shock and anger. A part of her hated what he planned to do to her, another secretly found his demeanour quite intoxicating—a different kind of poison to the berries, one that meant her no harm, but could cause her pain.
“Sophia,” he said softly, approaching from behind. “Let me help.”
He unlaced her bodice, releasing her constricted ribcage and she inhaled deeply, trying to gather her nerves. “Please,” she pleaded. “I didn’t mean… I don’t want to be punished.”
“Of course you don’t,” he said. He slipped the straps of her shift off her shoulders and it slid down her back. “Neither do I. However, you are my wife and will do as you’re told.”
She stepped out of the shift and hugged her arms about her breasts. The chilly air caressed her skin, while the sun beating down from on high landed on her back and shoulders. Both tussled with her and she couldn’t describe herself as either warm or cold.
“You need warming up,” he said, as if to read her mind.
“Can I put my gown back on?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I meant your bottom needs warming up.”
Regency romance – can love bridge the gap between a duchess and her colonial husband?
After the passing of her husband, the elderly Duke of Brockenhurst, twenty-two-year-old Sophia chafes at her family’s expectations during her lengthy mourning period. When she is free to re-emerge in society at last, at her grandmother’s insistence she entertains the courtship of Nathaniel Hartwell, a distant cousin of the old duke and the man next in line for the title.
To her shock, Sophia learns that Nathaniel has spent the last eight years living as a trapper and fur trader in the mountains of Canada, isolating himself from the world after the tragic death of the woman he loved. Though he is a rough, uncivilised man, his devilishly handsome looks and commanding presence excite her in a way nothing ever has before.
Sophia sets out to transform the new duke into someone suitable for polite society, but when her comments become disrespectful and mocking Nathaniel takes issue with her behaviour. Almost before she knows it, she is over his lap and her aristocratic bottom has been bared for a sound spanking.
Knowing that it is the right choice for all concerned, Nathaniel asks her to be his wife, but despite the fact that their marriage begins as one of convenience he is determined to show Sophia the intense pleasure a strong man’s dominant lovemaking can bring her. Though her spoiled attitude occasionally earns her a bright red, well-spanked bottom, as the weeks pass her desire for him grows ever stronger. But can love truly bridge the gulf between people from such different worlds?
Publisher’s Note: Sophia and the Duke is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
This book is very well written, offering not only good complex characters but a particularly honest and captivating look at relationship evolvement. Most definitely hot sex and D/s are at the core of the chemistry between Nathaniel and Sophia. The reader is allowed to see how true commitment, as well as, shifting and balance of power affects the union. Beyond the story of the couple are the elements of England following the French Revolution and a tantalizing element from the New World frontier. The story pulled me into it, as I really had not initially expected
What a fun read! I love the eternal story of a sexy, dominant yet kind man who marries a sassy, sweet young woman. Oh, the fun they get up to while learning to meld their personalities together in marriage. And Jaye Peaches ensures there are many paragraphs full of "fun times" for everyone to enjoy. There is some discipline (no surprise, right? You read the excerpt! You know this author!) but I LOVE LOVE LOVE that Jaye keeps it consensual and within the bounds of my personal limits, not that she specifically set out to do that (but still, I appreciate it! Thanks, JP!) To me, racy but consensual makes a novel really hot because it's fully enjoyable. The story is fun and the characters are quirky, and I just thoroughly enjoyed the read.
Here, we have Sophia in Regency England, widowed by a duke at age 22. Even having been married, as was almost always the case in those days, (despite what most romance writers would have you believe) most wives had no idea of lovemaking, & many husbands didn’t either.
So when the new Duke arrives from the wilds of Canada, he falls for Sophia’s untrained ways, & takes her to wife, intending to train her in domination, submission & spanking.
He also decides to rid her of her snobby ways, & dependency on servants. She has never dressed herself or done her own hair, let alone, cooked or cleaned. As a honeymoon, he takes her to a secluded cottage where they have no servants, have to catch their own food, & then cook it.
Sophia doesn’t like her honeymoon very much, but she does love her husband, so she tries hard to learn the humility he’s trying to teach her. It’s a pretty good heroine’s journey, as are many of Peaches’ books. Another great read for snowy night, or swimming pool.
I usually stray away from historical novels because I find them slow and boring. Sophia and The Duke kept me wrapped in its pages from the beginning. I love watching Sophia try to transform Nathaniel into a man fit for society. Sophia and The Duke is a perfect example of what happens when people from two different worlds come together and try to make a relationship last.
What starts as a relationship of convenience turns into a budding romance full of lust, spankings, and the need to be wanted. This is my first book that I've read by Peaches but it sure won't be my last! Peaches has a way of writing that draws you despite the fact that the genre may be out of your comfort zone.
Gemma and Jason Lucas lead a life less ordinary, where kink and wealth combine to bring exotic opportunities.
Whatever Jason’s rules and judgements might bring to their relationship, he will always cherish her.
Three books in one: Judged by Him
Ruled by Him
Cherished by Him
Indulge Me
If you like a sensual story woven around domination and submission, then this is the book for you!
As a successful wine taster, Saffron uses her senses everyday in the job she loves. When she meets Gideon she starts to question her lacklustre love life, the string of bad relationships and especially the breakup with her former co-worker.
Gideon is an attractive sommelier, and as she finds out, he compliments her in every way professionally and personally. When Saffron surrenders her body to him, she embarks on an indulgent journey of passion and self-discovery. Gideon encourages Saffron to explore her secret fantasies and desires, those sensual pleasures that come with his dominant love-making. However, she’s dismayed when she discovers his dishonesty and to make matters worse, somebody from her past is waiting to strike back and destroy everything she has achieved.
Just when Saffron finds happiness and satisfaction in all aspects of her life, a scandal threatens to ruin everything. Will her career endure the slander of a spurned lover? Can she find a way to understand Gideon’s secret desires and learn to trust him again?
