DARK
WARRIOR BACK COVER BLURB
When Nicholas Herron,
Duke of Berwick and his best friend, Rolf Torgesson, two of King Edward III’s
most powerful and respected knights, discover a badly beaten young woman hiding
in the forest, they swear to protect her.
By the time they learn that she is Lady Kathryn Weston, and that her
attacker is none other than her betrothed, Robert Walford, the powerful and
ruthless Duke of Pemberton, it is too late.
They have both fallen in love with her and she with them—a love so
forbidden it could cost them everything, even their lives.
Set amidst the turmoil
and pageantry of 14th-century England, Dark Warrior weaves a vivid
tapestry of three lost souls bound to each other with a deep, abiding
love. But will that love survive
Walford’s evil plan to attack Berwick Castle, take it apart stone by stone and
ultimately destroy everyone who lives there?
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STORY EXCERPT:
They
were upon her before she could flee.
Rudely snatched up out of the deep sleep
of exhaustion, she lay huddled, still and frightened, trying to disappear into
the hard, frozen ground. The piles of leaves and pine boughs she had carefully
piled on top of herself now seemed totally inadequate to conceal her. The
nightmare she’d so desperately tried to escape was finally upon her.
It surrounded her. She could hear it in
the form of men shouting, hounds barking, mail clanking, hooves pounding. She
could smell it in the form of sour sweat, overheated horses. She could taste it
in the form of bitter bile rising in her throat—Sweet Merciful Virgin!
He’s sent an entire army after me! To hunt me down and run me to ground like
a helpless animal!
Nearly out of her mind with fear, she
curled up into a tight ball, making herself as small as possible. She pressed
her face into the frozen dirt, hoping against hope that the brown and tan of
her stolen clothing would help make her invisible.
Don’t let them find me. Merciful
heaven, don’t let them find me. Please don’t—
She let out a shriek as a growling dog
sank his teeth into the rough cloth of her sleeve and yanked viciously, sending
leaves and twigs flying. Others, barely kept in check by their handlers, lunged
at her, snarling and barking, nipping at her with their slavering jaws. She could
feel them buffeting her, felt the heat from their bodies. Sweet, merciful God! She threw her hands up in a desperate attempt
to protect her face and neck from the animals’ razor-sharp teeth. There was no
escape. If she so much as moved, they’d rip her to shreds.
Rough hands seized her, jerking her up
out of her hiding place amidst a flurry of pine branches, dirt, and dried
leaves. She tried to scream, but no sound came from her ravaged throat. Blessed
Virgin!
“Whewwww! God’s blood, boy, you stink! By
my oath, pigs smell better than you!”
General male laughter greeted this
comment, sending her into full-fledge panic. Heart pounding in her breast, she
pushed against the beefy hands lifting her. Dear God, she had to get away. She
just had to! Frantically she started
to kick, managing to land a few blows with her wooden clogs.
“Here now, lad, none of that. Oww! Hold
still, damn you! God’s teeth, you’re as slippery as an eel!” He tightened his
grip, wringing a cry of anguish from her throat at the sharp, stabbing pain
that robbed her of her breath, even as she continued to twist and writhe and
kick. But her attempts to break free were in vain. Whoever was holding her was
much too strong, and much too determined.
“Cease your struggles, damn it!” It was
a raspy growl right in her ear. She could feel a coarse beard prickling her
neck. But she was too frightened to heed the words. Too terrified to hear the
underlying kindness in the gruff voice. She continued to twist and kick
helplessly against the imprisoning arms, succeeding only in increasing her
excruciating pain and exhausting what little store of strength she had left.
Rock-hard, muscular arms closed around
her abdomen, pulling her back against a chest as hard and unyielding as a stone
wall. “We’re trying to help you, lad. Cease your struggles!”
She stopped abruptly, gasping
desperately for breath, spent and shivering with both fright and cold. Despair settled over her like a shroud,
clogging her throat with unshed tears. Any further struggles were
pointless, and she knew it.
Tears burned her eyes, sliding silently
down her cheeks, leaving tracks in the dust and dirt. Every breath ended in a
sob. Her worst fears had come true. The nightmare she had sought to escape was
all around her, dragging her back to Hell. Back to him. And this time he
would finish what he’d started three nights ago. This time, he would kill her.
She swallowed hard as her shoulders
slumped in defeat. She was well and truly caught and her brief, miserable time
on this earth was about to end. Her mind ground to a halt as the utter
hopelessness of her situation bore in on her. And as hope died, so too did her
resistance.
Suddenly the man holding her leaned
forward, loosened his arms and set her on her feet. She stumbled forward on the
uneven ground, nearly sprawling face first in the dirt and leaves.
“Here, lad, steady now. Don’t fall.” Thick
male fingers bit into her upper arms, turning her around to face her captor. She
heard a gasp. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph!” One hand released her and she knew he was crossing himself. “What
happened to you? Who beat you like this?” Without taking his eyes off of
her, the man shouted out, “Your Grace! Come at once!”
His Grace! She swallowed hard, her body stiffening, bracing
itself against the blows she knew were coming. The blows she knew she was
powerless to stop. Sweet, merciful God, how much more must I bear? Keeping
her head lowered, she grabbed the tattered woolen scarf she’d wound around her
neck for warmth and quickly pulled it up over her chin, mouth and nose. Mayhap he won’t recognize me. Mayhap he’ll
let me go. She gave her head a slight shake. Mayhap pigs will fly.
COVER BLURB FOR LOVING SARAH
Eight
years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old
Sarah Marshall, broken-hearted and devastated.
Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah
Marshall—preferably bound, naked, and on her knees before him.
She
has never forgotten Jesse. He’s been the
object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star
of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years. So when he suddenly reappears in her life,
she is torn. Can she trust him not to
hurt her, or will he once again break her heart? Warily, she agrees to let him introduce her
to his world—the world of bondage, Domination, and erotic slavery. When he also introduces her to his best
friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces a daunting future of sexual submission to
two powerful alpha males.
But
Sarah faces an even bigger challenge. Someone
is stalking her. Is it the old enemy
who’s just been released from prison? Or
is it someone else from her past who is determined to destroy any chance she
has at happiness? Can Adam’s and Jesse’s
love protect her? Or will her world
explode in a cataclysm of betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?
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Owning
Sarah, back cover blurb
It’s been a
month since Sarah Marshall was kidnapped and held at knife-point by her
ex-fiance. But Jesse Colter and Adam
Sinclair, her two loving Doms, know that there is an even deadlier threat still
out there—Ryder Malone.
He blames both
Sarah and Jesse for sending him to prison eight years ago for attempted rape,
and he’s determined to make them pay. So,
he begins a systematic campaign of terror and intimidation against them. But the danger he poses doesn’t end there.
Set against the
deepening love and commitment between Sarah, Jesse, and Adam, Owning Sarah is
more than just a sexy, sensual, BDSM love story. It is a harrowing race against time for
Jesse, Adam, and a team of former SEALs to stop one of the biggest arms-for-drugs
deals in U.S. history. And to rescue
Sarah before Malone sells her to a human trafficker and she’s lost to her men
forever.
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AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY
Julie has been writing her entire
life, but it wasn’t until November of 2012 that she burst onto the erotic
romance scene with her sizzling hot first novel, Loving Sarah, followed by its sequel, Owning Sarah, ten months later. Her third novel, Dark Warrior, set in 14th-century England, is her first
historical romance.
Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia. Now retired after a 25-year dream career,
first as a children’s librarian then a professional storyteller and puppeteer,
she once again has time to devote to her new love, writing erotic romance, the
steamier the better, thus following the career path blazed by so many before
her—from kiddie lit to erotica. J
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