Only a sacrifice will appease the overlord that has banished him from the only world he knows. And yet almost from the moment he captures Colette, Nuri is captivated and can think of nothing but possessing her himself.
Original Publication: 09/2005
Length: Long Novella
Word Count: 46,603
Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance
Rating: Erotica.Contains explicit sex and language, bondage, oral sex, sexual mastery
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, September 2005
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Brigit cried out as the carriage hit a particularly deep rut.
"What is it, sweetheart, " Lady Beauchamp asked anxiously?
"Probably yet another cramp, " Colette said dryly without bothering to look up from the book that lay open on her lap.
Both women turned to give her censorious glances.
"I can not help it if I'm too delicate for such a frightful road, " Brigit complained petulantly. "I am bruised and battered until I don't know how I will be able even to go to my coming out ball. How I would love to have your constitution. "
"No you wouldn't, " her elder sister disputed, "for then everyone would go about saying you were as healthy as a horse--and you far prefer to be likened to a delicate blossom--and you would not have mother cosseting you each time you moaned. "
"I do not cosset her, " Lady Beauchamp rebuked her eldest daughter. "You know how delicate and sickly she is. I am often amazed that she outlived her childhood. "
"Me also. If I had physicked myself half so much I expect I would not have outlived my childhood. "
Brigit's chin wobbled. "You are hateful, Colette! I did not even complain."
Colette rolled her eyes. "You have done nothing but complain since we left home. One would think to hear you that this disagreeable trip weren't entirely your idea. I have not complained, and I am just as miserable and have nothing to show for the misery I've endured other than a bruised posterior and a headache from listening to your incessant moans and groans."
"That will be quite enough!" Lady Beauchamp snapped. "If you are ill tempered that your own coming out went so poorly you have no one to blame but yourself. I saw no reason to buy you any new gowns when you have no interest in catching a husband, and none in attending any of the social functions I slave to put on to provide you girls with the opportunity to meet acceptable young men."
Marking her place in her book, Colette closed it and looked out the window of the coach at the forest. She supposed she should be ashamed for snapping at her younger sister. Brigit was fragile--mostly in her mind--but she at least looked delicate in face and form, as well, so she supposed her mother could be pardoned for her perception that Brigit needed to be assiduously pampered else she would fail to prosper.
She still resented the fact that her mother was always so swift to defend Brigit in every way. "We could take the forest road and carve a half a days ride from our journey. It is not so well traveled, either, and its bound to be in better shape."
"Absolutely not!" Lady Beauchamp exclaimed with a shudder. "The Vile Forest is a place of evil."
Colette glanced at her mother in surprise. "Surely you do not believe that? That is only old superstition. Besides, it is full daylight. We could cross through in no time at all and be well out of the wood before nightfall--and nearly home."
"Oh! I will be so grateful to be home again where I may sleep in my own bed!" Brigit exclaimed, looking at her mother hopefully.
Lady Beauchamp sent Colette an angry glance and patted Brigit. "I know, dear, and I am anxious, as well, but it would not be at all wise to take the road through the wood. It is far too dangerous."
"But--we have the outriders," Brigit complained. "And they are armed in case of brigands. Couldn't we please, Mother? I am so ill from riding in the carriage."
"You will be fine. We will be home before you know it."
Brigit's chin wobbled. Tears filled her lovely, pansy blue eyes. She sniffed, threatening the fit of hysterics she generally had when she didn't get her way. Lady Beauchamp soothed her a little more frantically. "Now Brigit, you mustn't cry, dear. You know it makes your lovely face swell and redden and we are so very close to home now. You don't want to chance meeting up with any of your beaus with a red nose and swollen eyes, do you?"
"I don't care!" Brigit exclaimed petulantly, but the tears she'd called forth rolled down her cheeks and no more welled in her eyes.
Sighing, Lady Beauchamp rapped on the panel. The coachman slid it back. "Yes, my lady?"
"How near are we to the turn off through the Vile Forest?"