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Lady Enthralled
Lady Enthralled
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My Lady Enthralled is an "erotic regency chiller" and not for the faint of heart!
Saxonhurst embarks on a dark and very dangerous adventure. He travels overseas but from mischance he becomes noticed by the depraved followers of a hedonistic cult. They covet his long river of maple-brown colored hair and his unwilling sexuality for their perverted ceremonies . . . Sexual sacrifices orchestrated by their evil leader, Lord Hellion.
Saxon struggles to save both his life and beautiful Joelle's life. Joelle who was captured with him in the salacious web. Yet, they will fight anyway they can, trying desperately to gain their freedom. HFN
Favorite Lines:
Jolle's hearing told her clearly all was quiet, yet some inner instinct made her feel that she might not be alone. The knowledge raised the light hair on her flesh as she moved slowly trying to see as much as she was able.
It was a dungeon setting and from her judgment it was no more than an hour or two from the east side of Paris, where they had first kidnapped her. She was indeed held in a cell. A large iron box with stout and rusted bars crossed on the top and on all the sides. It was a cage set in the middle of the circular dungeon.
Providence sliced through her at the exact moment she dared to raise her head, when a soft rustling sound that seemed to come out of nowhere, echoed in her hearing. Then, with a trembling neck, she turned her head slowly toward where the sound had come from, and it was then that she first saw him.
Her breath sucked inward with surprise at him being there, but not surprise of discovery, because his head was bowed forward. Joelle realized immediately that she could have thought him female at first glance, with the fall of long brown hair hanging before him. But it was his bare chest, seen through the long strands of dark hair draping each side of the muscular expanse that proved him male. He was sitting slumped on the floor behind the stretch of her feet, and Joelle noticed abruptly that he was chained. It came to her then, as though she was struck with a sudden flash of lightening. The Marquess.
Then without forethought, Joelle rolled upward to sit, staring at the man as she clutched the cloak tightly around her nakedness. He was a prisoner as she was, with his hands perhaps bound behind his back and a chain across his chest and possibly his neck. Could he be the Marquess that Baco had so crudely stated was set to rape her? She turned her head and her gaze quickly from the lush river of his chestnut hair and the lean, ridged outline of his lower belly. He had a cloak thrown over him, just as she did, and she had no doubt that beneath where the heavy black cloth lay across his hips and legs, he was as naked as she was. And . . . he was drugged, where she was not.
Chained meant unwilling. Drugged meant unwilling. How would he rape her? Joelle’s flesh crawled as she tried hard to think and hold back her fear at the same time. A sexual ritual, perhaps to the death, involving her, the Marquess, and her virginity. It was insanity! Hardly believable.
Suddenly, she rushed to stand, and then carelessly on her bare feet she ran to the cell door and she examined the lock. “It is useless to open the lock. They would catch you before you could escape and drag you back,” she muttered. She lurched through a turn in her pacing, looking at the Marquess as she did so. He looked young . . . perhaps. Yet, it was hard to tell with his head bowed forward.
Rituals. She knew of many tales of ungodly and morbid rituals through her Gypsy’s heritage. And all of them were of sacrificial innocents that were put to death in the end. “You are fooling yourself,” she hissed, slashing her hand through the air. “Whatever unspeakable use they have in mind for me, without a doubt it will eventually end in death, if nothing else, just for knowing too much.”
“Indeed.”
Joelle gasped, whirling about at the sudden sound of a masculine voice. Her gaze sweeping immediately to the Marquess. He looked the same however with his head bowed.
“Are you awake?” she whispered.
“Barely.”
She nearly jumped backward at the quickness and reality of the confirming sound.
Fallen Angel Review:
This story focuses entirely on Saxon and Joelle’s relationship. It is brimming with sexual tension and some very graphic erotic sequences. Some of them might be a little too rough for those with weak stomachs, as the sexual descriptions are quite graphic. However, all of it fits the dictates of the storyline. My Lady Enthralled is the fifth book in the Archangel series and it is the most heart wrenching. The reader will be drawn into Joelle and Saxon's story.
Saxonhurst embarks on a dark and very dangerous adventure. He travels overseas but from mischance he becomes noticed by the depraved followers of a hedonistic cult. They covet his long river of maple-brown colored hair and his unwilling sexuality for their perverted ceremonies . . . Sexual sacrifices orchestrated by their evil leader, Lord Hellion.
Saxon struggles to save both his life and beautiful Joelle's life. Joelle who was captured with him in the salacious web. Yet, they will fight anyway they can, trying desperately to gain their freedom. HFN
Favorite Lines:
Jolle's hearing told her clearly all was quiet, yet some inner instinct made her feel that she might not be alone. The knowledge raised the light hair on her flesh as she moved slowly trying to see as much as she was able.
It was a dungeon setting and from her judgment it was no more than an hour or two from the east side of Paris, where they had first kidnapped her. She was indeed held in a cell. A large iron box with stout and rusted bars crossed on the top and on all the sides. It was a cage set in the middle of the circular dungeon.
Providence sliced through her at the exact moment she dared to raise her head, when a soft rustling sound that seemed to come out of nowhere, echoed in her hearing. Then, with a trembling neck, she turned her head slowly toward where the sound had come from, and it was then that she first saw him.
Her breath sucked inward with surprise at him being there, but not surprise of discovery, because his head was bowed forward. Joelle realized immediately that she could have thought him female at first glance, with the fall of long brown hair hanging before him. But it was his bare chest, seen through the long strands of dark hair draping each side of the muscular expanse that proved him male. He was sitting slumped on the floor behind the stretch of her feet, and Joelle noticed abruptly that he was chained. It came to her then, as though she was struck with a sudden flash of lightening. The Marquess.
Then without forethought, Joelle rolled upward to sit, staring at the man as she clutched the cloak tightly around her nakedness. He was a prisoner as she was, with his hands perhaps bound behind his back and a chain across his chest and possibly his neck. Could he be the Marquess that Baco had so crudely stated was set to rape her? She turned her head and her gaze quickly from the lush river of his chestnut hair and the lean, ridged outline of his lower belly. He had a cloak thrown over him, just as she did, and she had no doubt that beneath where the heavy black cloth lay across his hips and legs, he was as naked as she was. And . . . he was drugged, where she was not.
Chained meant unwilling. Drugged meant unwilling. How would he rape her? Joelle’s flesh crawled as she tried hard to think and hold back her fear at the same time. A sexual ritual, perhaps to the death, involving her, the Marquess, and her virginity. It was insanity! Hardly believable.
Suddenly, she rushed to stand, and then carelessly on her bare feet she ran to the cell door and she examined the lock. “It is useless to open the lock. They would catch you before you could escape and drag you back,” she muttered. She lurched through a turn in her pacing, looking at the Marquess as she did so. He looked young . . . perhaps. Yet, it was hard to tell with his head bowed forward.
Rituals. She knew of many tales of ungodly and morbid rituals through her Gypsy’s heritage. And all of them were of sacrificial innocents that were put to death in the end. “You are fooling yourself,” she hissed, slashing her hand through the air. “Whatever unspeakable use they have in mind for me, without a doubt it will eventually end in death, if nothing else, just for knowing too much.”
“Indeed.”
Joelle gasped, whirling about at the sudden sound of a masculine voice. Her gaze sweeping immediately to the Marquess. He looked the same however with his head bowed.
“Are you awake?” she whispered.
“Barely.”
She nearly jumped backward at the quickness and reality of the confirming sound.
Fallen Angel Review:
This story focuses entirely on Saxon and Joelle’s relationship. It is brimming with sexual tension and some very graphic erotic sequences. Some of them might be a little too rough for those with weak stomachs, as the sexual descriptions are quite graphic. However, all of it fits the dictates of the storyline. My Lady Enthralled is the fifth book in the Archangel series and it is the most heart wrenching. The reader will be drawn into Joelle and Saxon's story.
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