Captive Angel

It's been a while since I've posted but I've been so busy doing edits, I haven't had a chance to do anything else. Now I'm all excited. I'm doing the last edits on Callie's Shadow. It will be out through www.Nobleromance.com on the Eighth of September which is Tuesday.

Captive Angel will be "launched" through www.Eternalpress.ca tomorrow, September seventh. I'm very excited to be working with Enternal Press and Noble Publishers. They've taken these two novels and really kicked butt on the edits but the stories are the same, just edited so that all my grammatical mistakes are gone. I hope you'll check them out.

Coming closer to the end of the month is Pick of the Litter, the story of Lukah and Marissa.

Thanks so much!!

Danielle/Wendy Stone

Hey all!

Life has been rough just recently and I've had so much going on that it's been hard to get here and post. I just wanted to remind all of my lovely readers who have been asking for the Slave Series that the first novel is out. It's been retitled, Bound by Love, and is the story of the people of Daring Castle as well as the love story of Adrianna and Kaden, her shadowy warrior who is trapped in a mirror during the day and may only come to her when the last ray of sunlight has left the sky.

You can find it here...

http://www.king-cart.com/Phaze/product=Bound+By+Love

I hope you'll look for it!

Thanks!

Danielle/Wendy Stone

A Tiger's Love--An Excerpt

The light hurt his eyes.

They fluttered open and then closed again as the piercing brightness seemed to cut straight into his head, sending the headache thumping from just a minor nuisance to an all encompassing pain. He groaned, trying to lift his hand to cover his eyes. A sharp pain in his arm stopped him and he managed to squint open his eyes, seeing the tubes taped down to his arm.

A machine next to him kept track of his heart rate, the bleeps almost comforting. Another machine kept track of his blood oxygen and still a third regulated the amount of liquid that was being fed into the tube in his arm.

He was in a hospital. But why? He tried to remember what happened but everything seemed so blank.

“Oh, you’re awake,” a soft, very feminine voice said next to him.

He turned his head, staring at the Angel who stood next to his bed. She was blonde, her hair long and naturally curly. Her big blue eyes dominated a small heart shaped face. She had delicate features, a tiny tip tilted nose and lush pink lips that seemed made to be kissed. He could see a book on the chair behind her and wondered if she’d been sitting with him long. “W-what h-happened?” he asked, his voice a hoarse croak.

“You don’t remember?” the girl asked. “You were in an accident. I found you wandering in the dark on the side of the road. You were bleeding and incoherent. I got you to the hospital.” She reached down and took his hand. “Let me get the doctor.”

She patted his hand gently then left the room, leaving behind her the fresh smell of gardenias to tease his senses.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the fragrance, feeling as if it were taunting him with a memory he just couldn’t seem to reach. He heard the door to the room open again and he opened his eyes, staring at the short, heavyset woman who took his wrist in her hand. “So you’re back with us finally. It’s about time. I couldn’t understand how any red blooded American boy could resist this little girl but you’ve managed for an entire week.”

“A w-week? I’ve b-been here a week?” He stared at the short woman in her nurse’s scrubs, a sense of horror and disbelief flooding him. “I c-can’t stay. I have to…to…”

The blonde angel came up on the other side of the bed. “Shh. You won’t do yourself any good if you get up and rip out your stitches or pass out and hit your head again.” She stroked his bare arm unconsciously.

He settled back into the pillow under his head, staring up at her. “W-who are you? Do we know each other?”

His angel glanced over at the nurse. “You don’t know who you are?”

He shook his head, groaning as the movement caused his headache to flare even brighter. “It’s like a brick wall.” He glanced up at his angel. “You don’t know me?”

“No,” she said softly, still stroking his arm. “I’d never seen you before the night I found you on the side of the road.”

“She managed to keep you calm when you were delirious,” a male voice said from the doorway.

The nurse handed the doctor his chart after she finished writing his vitals in it. “I’m Dr. Anthony Bernard, I’ve been on your case since your were brought into Emergency last week. So how are you feeling today?”

“I can’t remember anything,” he said, a touch of panic making his voice a bit shriller then it had been. “I can’t even remember my name. Is that normal?”

The doctor cocked his head. “You had a pretty nasty head injury. Some amnesia wouldn’t be abnormal. Just relax, don’t try to force anything. It’ll come back in time.”

“In time? Doctor, how would you like not knowing who you are or where you belong?” He tried to sit up in bed but his pretty blonde angel moved quickly to his side. She stroked her hand over his face until he turned toward her, reaching up and grabbing her hand to hold in his.

“Listen to the doctor. He’s one of the best,” she leaned down to whisper near his ear.

“I’m going to send you down for an MRI. I’ll know more after I get a chance to look at those pictures.” Dr. Bernard lifted the sheet that covered him, reaching for the hospital gown and lifting it just enough to see the bandages that covered his ribs. “I’m going to have the nurse change your bandages but you seem to be healing well. Keep this up and we’ll be able to release you by the end of the week.”

He nodded, bringing his free hand up to his forehead as the headache seemed to grow. Release him to go where? He couldn’t help but wonder. He could feel something behind the pain but he wasn’t sure what it was. It was as if he needed to get through the pain, to reach the other side of it and everything would be there, his identity, what happened to him, why he felt so strange, everything.

His eyes flickered and the pain receded. He opened his eyes, staring at his angel then at the nurse who was feeding something in a syringe into the tube that went into his arm. “W-what?” he stuttered faintly.

“Something for the pain, you’ll sleep for a while,” she said.

His head swiveled on the pillow, a low moan coming from between his lips. “No,” he growled, a sudden pain in his back, like the shifting of bones accompanying his rage. But then, as the medication took affect, the bones shifted back and he fought to keep his eyes open.

“Shh, Jamie,” his angel said. “Just let it work.” She stroked his hair that wasn’t covered by bandages, her hand gentle.

His eyes popped back open as he heard her call him a name. “J-Jamie?” he whispered.

“You don’t look like a John Doe,” she said with a shrug. “I had to call you something.”

“W-who are you?” he asked even as he lost the fight with consciousness. Her name echoed in his head as the darkness flooded him. “Tessa.”

My exciting News!

Heaven in Her Eyes and Key to her Heart, the sequels to Captive Angel have been picked up by Eternal Press. I'm so excited that they decided to take all three. Fran has been wonderful. Thanks so much to all of you who have made my Hunters so loved.

Also, A Fall From Grace has made it to seventh place in Phaze's Top Twenty Best Sellers for the month of June. Once more I need to thank my fans who have helped to make my dreams come true. My next dream is to be in an actual book store.

Thanks again, all of you.

Danielle/Wendy Stone

For those of you who are interested in my

novels, A Fall From Grace is now out through http://www.phaze.com/ under my pen name of Wendy Stone. Miranda and the Prince is out now through http://www.totalebound.com/ under my pen name of Wendy Stone. Pick of the Litter will be out in September and for those of you asking about my slave series, the first, Bound by Love, will be out in July. The second, the story of Damien and Raven's sons, Captive of Love, will be out in December. Keep watching this space and I'll update with more release dates when I know them. Thanks so much.

Charisma

Charisma has been picked up by Phase and will be out next year. Bound by Love, the first of my Slave series is coming out in July and Pick of the Litter is supposed to be out in September. I hope you'll look for them.

Rainstone, the second in the Seventh Kingdom series

The whip scoured over her flesh. It left flickering trails of fire across her skin, the pain almost too much for her to bear. She hung from her wrists, from where he’d tied her when she’d once more displeased him.

Who was he? Her father, the King of the fourth kingdom and ruler of all the lands he could see. He was a tyrant and a bully, beating his only daughter when he found fault with something in his palace. That was her charge, to run his kingdom, leaving him to play with his whores, to fulfill his fantasies and to drink himself into ruin.

His heart raced now as he lifted the whip once more, the knotted ends skittering across the stone floor and leaving a trail of blood and flesh. He let the whip sing as it came toward her back, making sure the ends flicked under her arms and struck her breast. Her screams were beautiful, lusty and pained, making his cock harden under the ornate codpiece he wore.

“Enough, your majesty. Soon she will be scarred and then who will want to marry her. You must think of her worth upon a marriage contract.” Smeadly Aloysius was quick to hurry to his king’s side. He stroked the king’s hand as he spoke, whispering the words urgently into the man’s ear. “She is of marrying age, majesty. It is time she brought some wealth to your people.”

“To my people Smeadly? Or perhaps you mean to you?” He glanced over to where his daughter hung, her head bowed, her ebony colored waves of hair sticking to the blood on her back. What skin was left unmarked was clear and creamy, making his hand itch to lift the whip once more. “Release her,” he called to two of his men who stood staring in horror at what their king had done. “Send her to her chamber and have her maid attend her. I will see her upon the morrow.” He tossed the whip to one of the boys standing close by, bidding him to clean it and return it to his possession post haste.

Then he returned to his meal and the company of his favorite of the castle’s whores, a slovenly blonde who fawned over him, hand feeding him the best of the food upon the platter, letting him lick his wine from her over blown breasts, laughing at everything he had to say.

Neither watched as the young girl, barely eighteen years of age, was cut down from her bonds, carried gently out of the room and up to the third story of the huge castle to where her father had banished her years ago at the death of his beloved wife.

* * *

Sasha Rainstone roused as the pain of her wounds became almost too much to handle. She managed not to scream as she was placed belly down upon her bed. A shiver of cold overcame her as metal pressed against her spine and then she heard a rip as the rest of her dress was torn from her, pulled gently from under her, leaving her naked upon the bed.

She heard a soft moan and then a hand was upon her slender thighs, stroking her flesh. Sasha wanted to move, to get away from that hand but even the littlest of moves made her back burn like fire. Fingers wandered over her bottom, stopping to squeeze that firm flesh before pushing between her thighs, pressing into dry flesh, unprepared for what happened next.

Another hand landed upon her leg, pulling it away from her other, opening her to the fingers that invaded her privacy. She tried to shift that leg closed once more but the hand held it open easily. “No,” she moaned softly, barely able to breathe as the fingers that were slipping over the now wet flesh of her sex began to ply soft caresses to her clit, coaxing that tiny bud of flesh to peep from beneath its hood, standing straight and hard. It almost seemed to beg for more as her hips began to dance against that hand.

Tiny whimpers of pain and pleasure came from between her parted lips. Her lips had once been so lovely but were now cracked and bleeding since she’d bitten them to keep from screaming as long as she could. She denied her father some of his pleasures, making him work hard to get anything from her.

Her cheeks grew flush; her head began to spin as that hand between her thighs found the virgin portal to her core. He circled the soft, sensitive flesh, gathering her moisture and using it to pleasure her clit.

“She’s going to come upon my hand,” a rough male voice said.

“Oh, aye, that she is. She’s so beautiful, I want her to come on my cock,” his partner said, his hand moving from the inside of her thigh to poke roughly at her. “I want to take that virginity.”

“You cannot, no matter what her father does to her, she’s still a royal princess of the seven kingdoms.”

Sasha heard their talk but she didn’t care. Her body felt empty even as they continued to touch and caress her. She felt feverish, needy inside like she’d never felt before. Is this what the woman of the court talked about, uncaring that her virginal ears were close. If it was, she wanted more.

She mewled, feeling something tightening inside of her, pushing her body back against those two hands. Even when a finger was pressed against her small rosebud, she didn’t protest, only cried out as a burning pain mixed with the pleasure.

“I knew she’d like this,” the crude voice of the rough man said. He pushed inside of her until he could go no further, pulling out to add another finger, stretching that sweet rosebud. “I can’t take her virginity down there, but no one said a princess had to keep her back door pure.” With that, he climbed up on the bed, slapping the smooth, ivory buttocks of the princess.

“You can’t do that to her back,” the other man said, hurrying his caress, wanting the princess to feel some pleasure in her life.