Wednesday, August 31, 2016

The Wanton Widow by Maggie Carpenter

Maggie Carpenter is back with a new book! The Wanton Widow is a Victorian thriller guaranteed to intrigue and captivate!



Crackling lightening and booming thunder roar through the night, almost shaking the mansion. Lady Verity James, a widow who shuns societys rules, is in her lavish boudoir with a secret lover when her austere butler knocks on her door. A foreign stranger, soaked through, is in the foyer.

His name is Dantae Fellini, and he claims to be the secretary to an Italian Count. Their carriage crashed, and Dantae has been sent to seek help. 

She offers shelter, but quickly discovers their accident was sabotage. What secrets do the men hold? Is danger now lurking in her home? And why does Count Cavaletti appear ill-at-ease, while his secretary, with his long dark hair and blazing blue eyes, make her pulse race and her face redden.

Suddenly her life is turned upside down. Surrounded by drama and intrigue, she is swept away in an unstoppable romance, finding herself subject to discipline and unspeakably wicked pleasures.

If you enjoy suspenseful, erotic romance, look no further than Maggie Carpenters latest novel, a thrilling Victorian page-turner. Pick it up today.

He had removed his robe when hed left his chair and was now naked, and he idly moved his hand over his swollen manhood. He could have lifted her and placed her on the bed, but he wanted to see her gloriously nude body wriggle itself into position.
Verity could feel the edge of the mattress, and decided the easiest course would be to bend over, then squirm forward. It proved far more difficult than she thought it would be, but she could imagine her lewd exposure, and how Roccos eye was viewing every part of her. The desire to please him made her exaggerate her gyrations, and she spread her legs wide as she maneuvered her way forward.
She was right. Rocco was relishing the salacious sight, but when it appeared the task was proving almost impossible with her wrists bound, he placed his hands around her waist and helped her finish her climb.
“There,” he declared, deciding to place her on her side. “You did well.”
“It was so hard,” she muttered, trying to catch her breath.
“But it was beautiful to watch,” he remarked, laying his lips against her neck. “Rest there for just a moment.”
Moving across the room, he removed the thick cords holding apart the heavy drapes. They would be more than sufficient, and as he started back he saw a cloth doily underneath a vase. Lifting the vase and pulling it out, he studied it carefully. The doily was clean, soft, and appeared as if it had been just placed there. Veritys house was kept in excellent order, but with Lambert in charge, Rocco wasnt surprised.
Armed with all he needed he approached the bed, placed two pillows near the footboard, then shifted her body and laid her hips over them. It raised her bottom in the air, and as he looped the curtain cord around each ankle, spreading her legs and securing them to the posts, she let out a squeal.
“Is there something you wish to say?” he asked, sitting on the bed and moving the hair from her face.
“I have never felt so helpless,” she whimpered. “Its…its…”
“Its what?”
“Its a scary, wonderful feeling.
“In a moment, you will no longer be able to speak, so if you have something you need to tell me, now is the time.”
“Thank you,” she softly murmured. “I just…I feel like me again.”
The comment touched his heart, and lowering his lips to hers, he softly kissed her, then tenderly suckled her lower lip before breaking away.
“Open wide,” he whispered.
As she lowered her jaw, he balled up the doily and stuffed it into her mouth.
“If you are in any distress, and I mean, real distress, make three quick grunting sounds. Let me hear you.”
“Ugghh, ugghh, ugghh.”
“Good. You are now completely at my mercy, and my first order of business is to deliver a vigorous spanking, not just to remind you to behave and mind your manners, but because it delights me to see your bottom turn crimson from my hand.”
He had positioned her so she was only a short distance from the edge of the mattress, and sitting next to her, he tickled her pussy for several long minutes, building her longing…and her anticipation. In spite of her gag she was moaning loudly, and he found the noise immensely satisfying, but as he rose to his feet and raised his hand, he knew he would soon be hearing a very different kind of sound.

Male dominance/ female submission. My passion. It is that which I write about, and my alpha-males range from down-home, hunky, spanking cowboys, to fantasy, sword-wielding, warriors, and of course, artful romantic Dominants who don't need dollars to melt their sweet subs, (even if a few of them have mega-bucks).

There's a little bit of me in all the stories, and The British Bachelor trilogy is based on a long-distance relationship I had with a British Dominant, James Collier. When he agreed to work with me on I AM A DOMINANT, I was absolutely thrilled. This book is a first-hand account of some of his more interesting experiences, including the amusing, and intriguing story of the first time he had a woman over his lap. 

I am an old-fashioned romantic, complete with my own white knight fantasies, so a red rose and heart-felt sentiment is alive and well on the pages of all my novels. If you like to sigh, please, come on in.

Last but not least, I am blessed to share my life with a precious pup, and a gorgeous mare. All creatures great and small also live close to my heart.


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