Warrior's Wrath by Gianna Simone Excerpt and Giveaway.

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Title: Warrior's Wrath

Author: Gianna Simone

Genre: Erotic Romance, Historical Romance

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In 14th century England, a long-kept secret upends Rowan Langley's life. His anger sends him on a quest to discover the truth behind the lies he's been told. Determined to avoid such betrayal again, he trusts no one and lets his wrath guide him and keep others from getting close, except fellow knight Gerard, his only ally. Aeron Dawkyns is running for her life – fleeing Wales and a false charge of murder. Forced to live in the street and pickpocket to save enough money to travel to England where her brother can help her, she steals coin from Rowan. Though she at first escapes capture, her luck runs out when Rowan catches her attempting to steal his horse. He offers her a choice – sexual slavery to himself and Gerard, or be handed over to the sheriff to be hanged. To stay alive, she agrees to Rowan's deal, never expecting the torment she will endure. As the days pass, Aeron finds serving a bitter and angry Rowan has dark pleasures of its own, pleasures she soon learns to crave. For the first time in months, she feels safe, despite the wicked and torturous games the two knights play with her body. But when Rowan insists on dragging her back into Wales, she fears that safety will be utterly destroyed at the end of a hangman's noose. When Rowan learns of Aeron's plight, he vows to help hunt down those who have falsely charged her. He promises to protect her, and keep her, using the debt she still owes as his reason. But how can he keep her safe when he fears he is no better than the brutal enemy who wants her hanged? He has come to crave his slave's touch, as much as he craves her heart and never wants to let her go. Staying with Rowan becomes Aeron's heart's desire – but could very well mean the end of her life.
 

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How he made his way to the stables, he didn't know. Though the hour had grown late, the urge to ride seemed more important than anything else. Whenever he raced his steed across the fields, he cleared his head, found it easier to think and plan.

He quickly saddled his destrier, patting the black on the neck. The animal butted his nose into Rowan's chest. Somehow the animal sensed his distress. He led the horse across the bailey and mounted, calling up to the sentry on the battlements. "Raise the gate!" "But sir, 'tis late!" Rowan growled. "Now!" His shout echoed in the bailey and died down, just as the creak of the wooden gate being raised sounded in the quiet night. Rowan held his impatience back, his head still spinning, both from the ale and the lies he'd uncovered. It seemed a cruel nightmare, one from which he couldn't wake. His name echoed around him, finally sinking through the haze. He turned. Gerard Moreland, a knight in Montchester's garrison and Rowan's close friend, hurried across the bailey. "What is it?" Rowan turned his gaze back to the gate, not rising quickly enough. "I came to offer congratulations!" Gerard gave him a worried stare. "I didn't think… What troubles you?" Rowan didn't know what to say, so he ignored the question. "You can't be meaning to ride now, not when you're so far into your cups, you can barely sit straight in the saddle." "I am fine." Finally! The gate rose high enough now, and he spurred Mercury out of the bailey, aware of Gerard shouting behind him. He and Mercury knew the land well, so Rowan gave the animal its head, letting him run across great stretches of land. The cool air lashing his face did nothing to soothe the turmoil rolling his gut. All the while, the vision of Gillian's teary face hovered in his thoughts, seeming to surround him. Her voice, insisting she loved him. Rowan shook his head. All lies. Who was he? Hoofbeats behind him drew him from the haze and he slowed Mercury. He scowled to see Gerard riding toward him. "Are you mad?" the other knight asked as he moved within earshot. Though he slowed his horse to a walk, Rowan did not stop and wait. He couldn't outrace his friend now, not in this shape. He fingers clenched on the reins. Mayhap this was some imagining brought on by the amount of ale he'd drunk. Gerard rode up beside him. "What happened? I thought to offer my good wishes and find you in a drunken rage. Look at you! Why would you risk your horse, nay your life on such a foolish ride?" "You don't know what you're talking about." "Tell me." Rowan tossed the words over in his thoughts, but nothing made any sense. Anger, harsh and burning, rose in his throat and his hands fisted again. "They lied. They all lied. I'm not…" The words ended on a growl. He had no way to express the fury tearing at him, ripping apart everything he thought he knew about himself. All had been a lie, every excuse they fed him whenever he'd been brave enough to question the instinct telling him he didn’t quite belong. "Who am I?" he asked. Gerard eyed him curiously. "I don't understand." Rowan straightened, pulling the rage under his control until the gut-rolling sensation eased. He urged Mercury into a slow trot, unwilling to look at his friend. "I am not a Langley. Gillian is not my mother, and the Earl is not my father." Gerard chuckled. "Nay! I won't fall for another prank!" "'Tis not a prank. They lied to me since I was born." He gave silent thanks for the clouded moonlight, so Gerard wouldn't see the agony he knew he couldn't conceal. "When did you learn this?" Gerard's steady and calm voice only stirred more anger. Somehow, Rowan managed not to lash out at his friend. "I overheard them. My moth… Gillian said she wished she'd birthed me. When she saw me… the look on her face confirmed the truth. God's blood, why didn't they tell me?" He slammed one fist into the other open palm. The anger continued to spark, growing with each passing moment. Gerard reached around and grabbed Mercury's reins. When Rowan moved to jerk them free, Gerard tightened his grip. He dismounted and gave Rowan's arm a tug. "Get down." Still dizzy from the ale, and too tired to argue, Rowan complied. He swayed when his feet touched the ground. Gerard grabbed his shoulders to steady him. "Man, what are you going to do? I expect you'll seek out the truth." Rowan gave a grim smile. "You know me well. Since you came to foster. Have you never wondered why I never fostered out?" Gerard nodded. "I have, but assumed there must be a good reason. Are you sure this is true?" Rowan nodded. "They admitted they had saved me from.., when I was born. They took me in as theirs." "So what will you do now?" "I have to leave. I need to sort this all out." "You need to talk to your… them before you do anything foolish." Rowan paused. He gave Gerard a calculating nod. "You're right. I need more answers before I go anywhere. I need to know where to look to find my true family." "I will go with you," Gerard vowed. Rowan nodded. He looked back toward Montchester. His home. Not his. Where was his home, his family? Where did he belong? Anger and nausea mingled. Would he ever know?

Book 1

 Near the Scottish border during the reign of Edward I, Marissa Langley, daughter of a powerful English earl is captured by a band of marauding Scotsmen. Completely at their mercy, she is desperate to escape. When the leader of the group saves her from certain rape, she believes she will be freed. But Ian MacCallum is no savior. He takes her for his own, seduces her then makes her a submissive. Her collar and chains are part of his vengeance on her father—the man Ian claims is responsible for the death of his beloved wife and son. But her immediate death is not Ian’s plan. He subjects her to daily suffering and punishments and goes so far as sharing her with another clansman. Yet, her spirit will not be broken. He finds himself drawn to that core of strength within her; finding it most exquisite as it cannot be violated. When danger from within his clan threatens her, Ian protects her, discovering at the same time that he does not want to lose her, ever. Marissa makes her own discovery: she comes to crave Ian’s torturous touch. When she learns the source of his hatred, she is certain he is wrong. Her father would not commit atrocities. She waits for the moment when she can escape and prove her father’s innocence. But that would mean leaving Ian when she is no longer sure she wants to be free. Includes: Bondage, collars, spanking, multiple partners and so much more!

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A sudden stab of fear ran through Marissa. The slow smile parting his dark beard revealed even, white teeth sent not only a frisson of alarm, but a shiver of excitement. She recognized a gleam in his eyes that hinted at his approval of what he saw. Perhaps this was something she could use to her advantage until she could get her hands on a sword or dagger. If she played along with the attraction, he might lower his defenses and she could find her way free. Pretending to feel an attraction should not be difficult. She found it easy to look at him as well. His dark eyes smoldered with heat as he stared, and a neatly trimmed beard covered his strong jaw. Long dark hair fell beyond his shoulders. Some of the chill of the cave left her.

I'm a born-and-bred Jersey Girl, with Brooklyn roots, and I still live where it all started. I married my very own alpha male many eons ago, and am a (now formerly) full-time working mom to two school-age children. Still, even without a job, free time is always at a premium, and I spend the bulk of it lost in the worlds of my own making. I love to read and write hot sexy and emotional stories about people both glamorous and not-so-glamorous. And some of them are even downright un-heroic at times, which is part of what makes them so sexy, in my opinion! On those rare occasions when I am not writing, you can catch me playing in my other favorite alternate worlds of Highlander, Harry Potter, Charmed, and DragonBall Z! Yes, I know, an odd combo, but they all feature some of the sexiest villains ever. A couple others that have recently been added to my favorites list: Sleepy Hollow and Vikings. Not necessarily villains, but flawed heroes – just as yummy! I'm also a HUGE fan of the NY Rangers. My books, which usually involve BDSM themes, and range from historical to paranormal and futuristic/sci-fi, are available through Renaissance Ebooks Sizzler Editions and Pink Flamingo Publications. You can find me on the web in all the usual haunts – Twitter, FB, Google+, Linkedin, and elsewhere.

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