Caroline's Gift
by
Louise Taylor
When dark magic threatens Leo’s life, only Caroline’s power
can save him…
The young
ladies who attend Miss Bertram’s Academy call themselves Practitioners, and use
their skills to help, heal and defend those in need.
War hero Leo
Sterne doesn’t know it yet, but he’s in need of all the help he can get. A
centuries-old curse has caused the premature death of every Earl of Ravenshaw,
and he has just inherited the title. The clock is ticking on his survival, and
the most inexperienced young lady at Miss Bertram’s has been assigned to save
his life.
Caroline Noone
has only her wits, training and an unpredictable assistant to aid her, and she
is shocked to discover that the mysterious stranger who has been haunting her
dreams for months is the new earl. Passion flares between them, but what will
happen when disaster strikes?
Can Caroline
save Leo’s life? Read Caroline’s Gift to find out!
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Excerpt
“I
am the master here, and you will do as you are told!”
“You
have no power over me!”
As
soon as she said “power”, something changed. She would ruminate on it later,
when they lay panting on the floor of the library, but at the time all she
could do was watch, wide-eyed, as the handsome earl’s eyes flashed with heated
emotion and he lifted her from her feet.
Before
she knew what had happened, he had sat back in the armchair and bundled her
over his knee. She flailed with her arms, but they were swiftly and firmly
pinned to the small of her back by one of his large hands.
“Tell
me what you know, or prepare to take your punishment,” he ordered.
“Let
go of me!”
“Very
well,” he said ominously. “You were warned.”
His
hand landed on her backside, her thin silk evening gown giving her no
protection from the force of the impact. She opened her mouth to shout, but the
sound stuck in her throat; three more blows landed before she could let out
anything more than a gasp.
The more he spanked her, the more that she
refused to tell him what he demanded to know. Her pride, already damaged by her
uselessness as a field operative, would not let her give in to the demands of
the man burning her backside with his right hand!
“Tell
me what I wish to know, or I will be forced to take further action,” he told
her, a slight hitch in his authoritarian tone.
She
knew what that meant; she had dreamed of it less than a week ago. At the time
she had been convinced that she would never allow herself to be manhandled in
such a way. Now, however, she was too far lost in the pleasurable haze of heat
emanating from her backside to be able to stop what she knew would happen.
She
remained silent long enough for him to get the message. He acted just as the
dream-version had; he yanked at her dress, pulling it up over her hips before
grabbing at the ribbons that fastened her drawers. He snapped them in his
haste, pulling the fine material down over her hips and exposing her naked
backside to his eye. Down came his hand on the reddened skin of her backside,
not stopping until he had delivered ten sound smacks.
“You
can stop this whenever you wish, Miss Noone,” he told her, although the
tightened grip on her wrists and the passion evident in his voice told her that
he did not desire to stop the spanking.
That
was all well and good; the pain in her backside had the opposite effect from
that which he intended. She would not beg for him to stop - how could she, when
that was the very last thing that she desired? The memory of the overwhelming
pleasure she found at his hands was too good to miss out on experiencing in the
flesh.
Author Bio
I'm
Louise Taylor, and I love reading and writing historical romance novels! I’ve
now written ten full length erotic historical romances, and all my novels are
published by the lovely people at Blushing Books.
All my
books have elements of power exchange, spanking and BDSM but none of my
heroines are weak-willed or easily dominated - they make their men work for
their love!
I live
on the beautiful Welsh coast, and I love walking the cliff tops and visiting
some of our wonderful historical ruins. I get my best ideas when I'm in the
great outdoors and you can usually find me chasing after the piece of paper
I've just scribbled my notes on!
I live
in a late Victorian house with wonderfully high ceilings and no central heating
- thank goodness for my fabulous fireplace! I'm owned by Alfred The Great, an
enormous tom cat with very decided ideas about who gets to sit on the right
side of the sofa and how long I am allowed to stay in bed in the morning.
