For today’s Coming Soon Sunday, I’ve got an excerpt from Unalloyed Love by Ciaran Dwynvil which comes out on May 1.
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Author: Ciaran Dwynvil
In a world where Light and Darkness gave birth to the Skies and the Void, to the Earth and the Waters; in a world where the first betrayal tore them apart and robbed them of their home, Darkness has been waging war on their blood children for four thousand years. When High Demon Belial embarks on the quest to understand an unalloyed power that may give his liege lord Darkness the final victory, Archangel Endingale will do anything to destroy the unknowing mortals who hold the first key to Belial’s enlightenment and true understanding of the powers of Love.
Master Viktor, a tortured murderer who has escaped justice, has built a new, respectable life for himself as the Reformer in a Reformatory for Young Gentlemen.
Wild and stubborn Amedee, Baron Drakeson’s grandson, acquiesces to a stay in Master Viktor’s institution only with reluctance, but his latest betrothal gone awry in a most unfortunate manner doesn’t give him any other option.
Haunted by concealed guilt, Master Viktor recognizes signs of torments that Amedee holds locked deep inside, and sets out to cleanse his new ward’s invisible festered wound.
As he takes control over his ward’s body and carnal urges, Amedee’s heart is touched too. When shy affection is born, Master Viktor at last cuts open the source of Amedee’s pain and guilt.
But can their feelings blossom into true love? Will they and their bond survive the destruction unleashed by Archangel Endingale?
The spanking horse it was for them and Amedee halted his steps by its side. The whole room smelled strongly of soap, leather, and oil. The scents grew in their intensity here as he stared at the well-oiled, smooth leather of the padding of the spanking horse. How will it feel? His bottom clenched and his breaths turned so shallow that he wasn’t sure whether some air made it to his lungs. Maybe not for he felt far too light in his head. In need to steady himself, he laid his hand on the padding. Sturdy leather kissed his sweaty palm.
Fearfully, he glanced on the wall where punishment implements rested in their mounted cases. He saw a whalebone cane there, as thick as a lady’s finger in its body, with a thicker, leather-bound grip for better control of the implement. This wasn’t a gentleman’s walking cane and he sincerely hoped not to ever feel its sting on his backside. Nearby, wooden paddles hung on their hooks, their wood darkened through consistent and generous application of oil. Some were third-of-an-ell-long and slender, some shorter and round in their shape, some were solid wood, some had holes drilled in their bodies. Amedee gulped. Nay, Master Viktor wasn’t half as merciful as he had appeared.
Under the paddles, the straps hung. Which one? Amedee feared. A razor double-strop caught his eyes first but didn’t hold them for long. A slender strap with two at least nine-inch-long tails tugged at his gaze next. The heavy-duty harness leather, burnished into a shine, sent a shiver down his spine and legs. It raised his hackles all too well even if the voice in his head had teased him otherwise. Now he wished for its presence. What if he had sent away his real guardian?
Gritting his teeth, Amedee forced himself to look at the next specimen on the wall. The beast was a mother of all straps. Near thirty inches in length, a good three inches in width, it seemed to protrude into the room. It’s an illusion, he told himself, but knew that the strap was indeed thicker and heavier than the others. Its menacing blade run near eighteen inches long before it swelled into a reinforced handle. Eight holes perforated the blade near its business end. This piece looked even worse than the one in the classroom, and Amedee had thought that the one had been The Strap. Now he reassigned the epithet to the monster looking at him from the wall. The holes in its blade, they were its empty eye sockets. Still it saw through them. And waited.
Goose bumps spilled all over his flesh. The waiting is the worst, he tried to console himself, and wrought his gaze off the wall. It didn’t serve him well to scare himself senseless before the punishment even began.
I’m thinking I want a look and taste of that Beast 😉
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