Oh, snap, lovelies. I almost forgot to get this posted because I’m a crazy person lately, but I *HAD* to tell you all about my girl Zoe Blake’s latest dirty naughty and oh so evil release ‘Papa’s Prey’. Zoe writes the wickedest regency-era ageplay, and if you’re anything like me you read that last part and did a little “WTF?” face, but I swear she kills it. Just check it out!
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Papa’s Prey
She was his. His Property. His Possession… His.
Trapped in a world of dark decadence, the innocent Corinne is now bound to obey her new husband’s every depraved desire. She is his little doll, to be played with and punished as he pleases. Every night she is brought to his chamber after being dressed by her nanny at his command. Each night is different. Will she be a baby doll? A kitten? Something more sinful?
She is his little captured bird. Will she fly away and escape or learn to love her gilded cage?
Warning. This is a dark daddy dom historical romance. There are no cuddles or caresses in this hero’s castle. If the heroine’s cry in the night will shock and disturb you, then please do not purchase this book.
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Teaser
He was here. The dark lord. The one who had spanked her as she was draped helplessly over the altar.
Her husband.
“Why?” she asked. Her voice hoarse from sleep and tears.
“Because I wanted you,” he answered simply.
“But…but I’ve never met you. Not really. How could you love me?”
Lucian chuckled. “You are a treasure, my doll. Who said anything about love?”
Corinne bit her lip in confusion. “You married me! If not for love, then…why?”
“I have already told you. Because I wanted you, and what I want, I take. From the moment I saw you walking alone on the moors two years ago, a fairy sprite with your white blonde hair and fair limbs, I knew I would possess you. Must possess you.”
Dawn was breaking. Golden streaks of light peeked through the lace curtains which covered the small glass windows of the coach. If he’d seemed ominous in the poor light of a moonlit chapel, the effect was even more powerful in daylight. In the chapel he’d seemed somehow an indistinct form, a haze of power and leashed energy. Now, every nuance of his face. Each sharp angle. Each sardonic quirk of his mouth. The calculating gleam in his eye. All was distressingly on display. Despite the warmth of the furs, Corinne shivered. Continuing her silent perusal as the damning impact of his words sunk in, she could not help but stare at his hands. Large, tanned. The knuckles of his right hand showing the faint spidery outline of several scars. From a fight no doubt. His left bore the heavy signet ring. At this very moment, she felt like the flower, being crushed in the talons of the mighty Lord Talon.
Under no illusion this would be a true marriage, Corinne licked her dry lips before venturing to ask, “What are you going to do with me?”
“How beautiful you look with your pale cheeks and wide frightened eyes,” he observed. “Beautiful…as was watching my handprints blossoming into perfect red impressions on your other pale cheeks when I spanked you over the altar.”
His blatant description had her face heating with shame. When he shifted forward, Corinne instinctively shrunk back further into the welcoming folds of the fur blanket.
A flash of warning crossed his face. Already learning, Corinne lowered her head and once again sat forward.
Lucian reached out to grasp one perfect thick curl to run his hand down the heavy, silken length, both of them watching it unfurl against his palm. He gave it a fierce tug, wrenching Corinne forward till her body leaned over the small space which divided them.
“You will remain my perfect little doll. An enjoyable plaything made solely for my pleasure,” he whispered against her open mouth. “I shall keep you as a child, entirely dependent on me. Every piece of fabric that caresses your body. Every morsel of food which crosses your lips. The very air you breathe. You will owe everything to me and you will repay me with complete obedience. I will see to it that your every waking thought is in giving pleasure to me.”
Corinne’s eyes filled with tears. “Please, sir. I know nothing about giving pleasure to a man. I can be of no use to you. Please just let me go. I will return to the convent!”
“No. You are mine and mine you will stay. I shall teach you how to please me. How about we begin this very moment?”
Releasing her hair, he sat back into the plush leather seat. His broad shoulders and chest seemed even more commanding in the confined space. Corinne watched as he slowly opened his bent legs wide. Snatching a brocade pillow from the corner of the seat, he placed it between his feet.
“Kneel before me.”
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Tempted, aren’t you? It’s okay, no one will know you rushed out to 1-click it as soon as possible. I met Zoe when we worked on The Dark Forest together, and fell in love with her books (and her) when we started to chat and hang out. Meeting her in person was EVEN BETTER because she’s just as wickedly wonderful in person as she is online. Trust me, this will be a book you won’t forget, and you don’t want to miss your chance to snag a copy!
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Zoe Blake is a USA Today and international best selling author of Dark Romance. We are all attracted to the forbidden. Addicted to the rush we get from reading something naughty…something kinky. We love to lose ourselves in the fantasy. The powerful lord who sweeps the lady away to his remote estate to ravish her. The cowboy who takes the sassy city girl over his knee to teach her a lesson. The devilishly charming pirate who seduces his beautiful captive. I write those dark fantasies.
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