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their
way.
    Bran motioned and
another trumpet sound came, echoed by the drums of the Baron's army.
The gates to the city flew open at that moment, and my husband and
his cavalry charged out.
    I stepped forward
and picked up the bow, knocking an arrow, and drawing. My sister and
mother at my side. Let us protect Ireland.

    Summer, Ireland,
1140

    “God, all
mighty deliver me!” I screamed, bearing down on the babe I was
birthing.
    My mother held my
hand, crying out her encouragement. I could hear my husband's voice
through the door, calling words of love and prayers for health.
    Sweat streamed down
my back, and I felt the babe pass from my body.
    “Tis a son!”
My midwife called through the door, and Trian burst through, no
longer caring about decorum, my sister at his heels. They hurried to
my bedside as the babe was passed to me. He was beautiful, simply
beautiful with light brown hair scattered across his brow, and lungs
powerful and strong as he screamed his way to the breast.
    “Dauid,”
I murmured, stroking his cheek, “Prince Dauid.”

    ALSO BY LESA
FUCHS-CARTER

    As is befitting a
young woman in 1508 France, Julite has just entered an arranged
marriage, but Julite has a horrific past. Her first husband found
pleasure in controlling, terrifying, and abusing her, leaving her
riddled with scars, both emotionally and physically. The rumors that
surround her new husband, including that he brutally beat a
prostitute does little to encourage her with her second arrangement.

    Alain was grateful
when his parents insisted he marry the young, beautiful widow,
Julite. Her brother claimed she was a wild thing, willful, bright,
and witty, found of taking control and what she wants. So when he
brings home a meek, silent, terrified woman he doesn't know what to
do. He fears his past may be what is terrifying her. Will he be
able to show her that he is no longer that man? Will he be able to
bring out the wild thing buried so deeply within his beautiful
Julite?

    Sneak Peek
    I was
breathless as I lead Vitesse back into the stable, exhilarated, my
new husband grinning as he helped me dismount.
    His
beautiful smile as my body aligned with his was my final bit of
encouragement. He had been good to me, over and over good to me, and
despite my fear I reached up and kissed him, it was chaste, and
simple, but his hands were at my waist, and Vitesse was at my back.
    Almost as
soon as I broke that simple chaste kiss he was kissing me again. I
shrank, suddenly terrified. He would want more now, my god what had
I done encouraging him?
    His kiss
was nothing chaste, his mouth opening, his tongue begging entrance.
I made a tiny sound of terror and he froze, his eyes opening and
seeing my fear. He stopped immediately, stepping back, his eyes
guarded. I blushed crimson, my eyes filling with tears. He turned
and stormed from the stables. I saw him rage across the pasture
toward the house.
    I could not
postpone this forever, a married woman could not expect her husband
to remain faithful if she was not willing to provide for his needs,
and I could not bare the humiliation of an indiscreet affair like
those Alain had previously had.

    ***Warning: This
13,400 word erotic romance is full of passion and lots of story.
Accented with steamy graphic sex that may be offensive to some
readers. Not for those under 18.***

    Deeper: A Second
Rape Fantasy

    A second story
following Deep: A Rape Fantasy.

    Alysson Jennings is
a seemingly innocent kindergarten teacher, but she has a secret. She
likes to act out her rape fantasies with her best friend Micah. But
Micah has doubts, acting as their make-believe childhood nemesis,
Evan Richards, concerned that their kink means they are twisted and
prevent a their progression of a regular relationship. They're rough
and wild trysts are fun and exciting, but when he asks her to dinner
she realizes she's head over heels, and his feelings are stronger
than she ever imagined.

    Will a regular
relationship ever work