I'm happy to have Jaye Peaches visiting me again. She's got a fabulous new book that's just come out. This excerpt she's sharing had me gasping in delight. And I have to say, this cover is just beautiful!
Thank you, Aubrey, for having me visit. I’ve brought along a short excerpt from my latest book, Viola’s Heart Strings, a Victorian spanking romance. Viola has recently married baronet Sir Anton and now lives in a large mansion. Some of the rooms are locked and she is desperate to know what lies inside. Stealing her husband’s keys, she is on a mission to find out.
The bunch contained a dozen keys of many dimensions and styles. It took Viola several attempts to find the right one for the hole. Her shaking hands didn’t help her and when the door opened, she was relieved it didn’t emit a ghostly creak.
Before her a long corridor. In the dim light cast from the bedchamber’s oil lamp, she could make out a window at the far end of the corridor. Shuttered, like all of the rooms facing out on this side of the house, there was no daylight. Lighting a candle, she slowly walked down the corridor until she reached the shutter. They were bolted shut. She slid back the rusty bolt and opened the shutters to let a modicum of hazy sunlight into the corridor.
She viewed the white washed walls and the oak wooden floorboards; nothing else adorned the corridor except candlestick holders. Leading off the corridor were five white doors. Reaching for the handle, she opened the first door to her left and as she expected it led into a stairwell. The tower rose above her head and the narrow winding staircase ascended to the observation point. Downstairs would be the back staircase to the lower floors. The stairwell was dark and damp with a musty smelling draught.
Shutting the door, Viola turned and tried the door to her left. The candle fluttered slightly and she held the candlestick holder tightly with her fingers. Turning the doorknob, the catch clicked and the door moved. Pushing gently, she opened it and held up her light.
Viola gasped. She hadn’t expected to see what she did: a wooden post, and attached to the upper portion, leather cuffs for ensnaring wrists. About the room there were several mirrors on the walls. Was this a whipping post? She remembered one night, clinging to the bedpost while Anton had taken her from behind. Her raucous cries as she came had driven him to a rapid completion. Far from hating the position, she yearned for him to repeat the act.
Viola held the flickering candle up and came face to face with herself in a mirror—her skin had paled. She knew exactly who had been tied to the post in the past—Margot.
After a chance meeting, young Viola Pritchard finds herself married to the enigmatic Sir Anton Valise. The innocent Viola falls fast for her new husband. She loves him and only wishes to please him and be the wife he wishes her to be. She's surprised to find that she craves Anton's passionate and dominant lovemaking, and even lusts for him to take her in more erotic ways.
Determined not to repeat mistakes from his past, Anton tries to keep Viola at a distance. Her sweet submission and unflagging loyalty prove to be his weakness. The baronet introduces rules to ensure his new wife will remain obedient, not trusting that her intentions could be so pure.
When Viola discovers a series of secret rooms and a diary left behind by Anton's late wife, she unearths a chilling mystery. With tension between the couple rising, Anton and Viola's relationship reaches a crisis point. Can Viola crack the armor around her baronet's safely guarded heart?
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