Uh, what? Teaser Wednesday? I know, I know… this is weird, but my friends have put out SO MANY AMAZING BOOKS in the past couple of weeks that there’s no way I could spread them out over just Tuesdays. Soooo, I’m going to play catch up with them and share these wonderful books with you in a spree of sexy sexy romance stories. Of course, I had to start this special spree with my Nighthawk, Sara Fields, and her hot new sci-fi release ‘Sold to the Beasts’! CHECK THIS OUT!

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Sold to the Beasts (Captive Brides Book 4)

As an unauthorized third child with parents who were more interested in their various criminal enterprises than they were in her, Michelle Carter is used to feeling unloved, but it still hurts when she is brought to another world as a bride for two men who turn out not to even want one.

After Roan and Dane lost the woman they loved, they swore there would never be anyone else, and when their closest friend purchases a beautiful human he hopes will become their wife they reject the match. Though they are cursed to live as outcasts who shift into terrible beasts, they are not heartless, so they offer Michelle a place in their home alongside the other servants. She will have food, shelter, and all she needs, but discipline will be strict and their word will be law.

Michelle soon puts Roan and Dane to the test, and when she disobeys them her bottom is bared for a deeply humiliating public spanking. Despite her situation, the punishment leaves her shamefully aroused and longing for her new masters to make her theirs, and as the days pass they find that she has claimed a place in their hearts as well. But when the same enemy who took their first love threatens to tear Roan and Dane away from her, will Michele risk her life to intervene?

Publisher’s Note: Sold to the Beasts is a stand-alone novel which is the fourth book in the Captive Brides series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Teaser

“Sir Roan, Sir Dane, may I present to you Miss Michelle Carter,” Gregory spoke loudly toward the shadows at the top of the steps.

The two big forms turned and large hands folded around the railing at the top. Her eyes traveled up their wrists and then across their large chests, covered with dark clothing, to see two furious-looking men staring down at her.

“What the fuck is she doing here,” one of them growled, and she was slightly taken aback. What was going on?

“And where the hell did she get that dress? What is this?” the other roared, and this time, she took a step backward in fear.

This wasn’t quite the reception she had imagined. Both men took opposite staircases down toward her, walking into the light, and she was able to study them even further.

One had dark hair and even blacker stormy eyes. A hint of stubble shadowed his chin and a strong jawline tensed with unfathomable anger. The other had chocolate-colored messy hair, and was clean shaven and even more angry than the other.

Their furious resentment toward her chilled her to the bone. How was she supposed to have her happily ever after when both men looked like they wanted to kill her?

The one with the dark hair gripped her shoulders and twisted her around harshly. She cried out at the pain of his firm hold and covered her face as he grasped the back of her dress. A terrible ripping sound echoed through the grand hall as the gown pulled away from her skin. The other took the top of the dress and tore it down the front, quickly divesting her of the pristine and beautiful garment she had been so very proud of just moments before.

She choked back a sob.

The men were well over seven feet tall. She didn’t have a chance. In a matter of moments, the dress fell away to the floor in shreds, leaving her naked and shivering before two strange men.

They took the dress then and tossed it in a nearby fireplace and she cried as flames crackled, eating away the gorgeous blue fabric in seconds. The men turned then, glaring back at her before climbing the stairs and leaving her there alone.

When they reached the top of the landing, the one with dark hair spoke, his voice gravelly, dark, and incredibly angry.

“Get her out of my sight. Send her back to where she came from,” he roared.

“Yes, Sir Roan,” Sir Gregory murmured, his face ashen.

She collapsed to the floor then, tears streaming down her face, shivering with her shame and nakedness.

This was most certainly not her happily ever after. This was hell.

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Sara has such a fucking way with words, and she writes with such vivid language that it’s impossible not to dissolve in the story and let it absorb you. I know you’re going to do that with this one, and since it’s a standalone you can totally read it on its own… and then rush back to Book 1 of the series to get all of your kinky sci-fi addictions sated. It’s okay, I won’t tell. ;p

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Sara Fields is an international bestselling romance author with a proclivity for kinky things, especially those centered in NAUGHTY, FANTASY, and ROMANCE. If you like science fiction, fantasy, menage, age play, pet play and other kinky filthy things, all complete with happily-ever-afters, then you will enjoy her books.