This Tuesday, I am pleased to be able to bring you the awesome, Maggie Carpenter, and her latest hot spanking novel, Master Zane – The Rogue Aristocrat!
It is Mayfair, in London, 1890, and Zane De’Ville, a French aristocrat and infamous womanizer, finds himself taking care of a beautiful young lady who doesn’t remember anything, but after a short time he starts to doubt the legitimacy of her amnesia.
It is imperative he finds out who she is and where she lives. Staying alone in a gentleman’s home is questionable at best, and given his scandalous reputation, if the news got out it could ruin her.
Flora is going to marry the man of her choice! That’s what she’s told her father, but he insists she marry a German prince fifteen years her senior. Totally frustrated she sneaks away to hide with a close friend until he sees sense.
She believes she’s safe, but he suddenly bursts into the house. Determined not to be found she runs off a second time, but straight into a storm. As she dashes through the driving rain she collides with a man and tumbles to the ground. Totally dazed she lifts her head, and finds herself gazing into the warmest brown eyes she’s ever seen…then everything goes black.
Master Zane: The French Aristocrat introduces a memorable Victorian gentleman and wilful young noblewoman in this sizzling love story. How does a French Casanova fall under Cupid’s spell? Click here and pick up your copy of this spellbinding romance today.
Maggie Carpenter won the Spanking Romance Reviews Award for Best Victorian Romance in 2015 (His Willful Bride) and 2016 (The Wanton Widow,) so she knows a thing or two about writing sexy Victorian spankings! 🙂
Whet your appetite with this sexy little snippet…
A scream suddenly pierced the quiet night. It was high-pitched and sounded like a woman on the street in front of the house. Dropping the newspaper he raced to the window, and to his horror he saw Flora dressed in one of his long coats fighting with a man wearing a cape. They were both slipping on the snowy pavement, and sprinting from the room he dashed out the front door, but as he hurried down the steps he was confronted with his third surprise of the night. The man was laying on the ground, curled up and groaning.
“Perhaps now you’ll think twice about attacking ladies on the street, you cad!” she barked. “I hope my knee leaves you disabled.”
Spinning around she stared up at Zane with wide shocked eyes, and as he moved quickly but carefully down the slippery steps, she tried frantically to think an excuse for being there.
“Mon dieu!” he exclaimed grabbing her elbow. “Are you all right? What are you doing out here?”
“Get inside, get inside right now,” he said sharply, his fingers gripping her arm as he helped her up the steps. “You have a great deal of explaining to do, young lady.”
“That man, he tried to attack me,” she said breathlessly as they made it inside.
“I don’t care about that man!” he said sternly as he locked the door.
“But I got the better of him. A friend showed me what to do,” she continued as he quickly removed the coat and hustled her towards the hallway. “I brought my knee up and—”
“It is obvious what you did and I’m sure he’s very sorry he crossed your path, but as I said he is the last thing on my mind.”
Though Flora could understand why he was being short with her, she had no idea why he was hurrying her through the house, and as they turned down a hallway with which she was unfamiliar she tried to wrestle her arm away from his grasp.
“You are a very foolish young woman,” he scolded, tightening his grip.
“I was just—what is this?”
He had come to a stop in front of an arched door. It looked solid and old, and didn’t fit with the house’s overall decor.
“This is my special room,” he declared, lifting an urn on a nearby pedestal and withdrawing a key. “You have an overdue appointment.”
“Appointment? What are you talking about?”
Ignoring her question he unlocked the door and bustled her into the room, hitting a switch on the wall as he did. Dim light flooded the space, and releasing her, he closed the door and locked it behind them.
Panting and bewildered Flora scanned her surroundings. The room had no windows, there was a four post bed in the corner, several chairs, a couch, and oddly, chains and ropes were hanging from the ceiling.
“I don’t understand. Where are we?”
“It’s completely soundproof in here so you’ll be able to scream all you want.”
“Scream?” she muttered, a sudden chill rippling through her. “What do you mean? What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to spank you!”
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