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“Surely it is obvious!” Juliette searched his face for some form of understanding but found nothing.

“What is obvious, Madam, is that none of this would have happened if you’d obeyed me! You would have been perfectly safe down here if you’d just done as you were told.  This situation is entirely of your own making!” He grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the bed.

“No!” Juliette gasped, kicking out at his shins and struggling to pull away from him. But what little strength she had was no match for his and she soon found herself face down on his lap, staring at the rug.

Get to bed, princess, I have better things to do than fight with you this day.”

“Go to bed?  It’s morning,” she told him.

“Yes, it’s morning and bed is where you will be until you learn how to temper your mood and how to be a proper wife.  One who doesn’t thwart her betrothed at every moment.”

“You’re insane,” she spat.  “I don’t have to take this shit.”  She went to her chamber door and opened it forcefully.  “Maybe you should go to Los Angeles and learn how to relax a little.  I’ll return when you’re ready to apologize.”

Rail Rider
Chapter Two

“Well, then, Miss Westgate, your little adventure has caused quite a serious problem.  Now I need to worry about delivering you to safety while I’m expressly forbidden from transporting passengers aboard this freight train.”

Darcy thought she detected a muscle in his jaw twitch to maintain his grim countenance.  She didn’t see the dilemma.  “Just go back to your engine and pretend you never saw me.”

He lifted his hat to run a hand through his short golden brown hair.  The sun behind him lit up the blonde tips.  “And let you get away…” his gaze captured hers, “...scot free?”

“Where the hell have you been?”  I balked at his curse.  That wasn’t Mark.

“Calm down, Mark.  I’m fine.”  I swallowed, my heart picking up pace.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!”  Had I ever heard him this angry?

A swirling low in my abdomen and a weakness in my knees made me flop down to sit on the bed, still in my underwear and socks.  I tucked my leg under me and fidgeted with a loose piece of thread on my sock.

“I’ve been calling for an hour and twenty minutes!  What happened?”  His voice lowered slightly.

 *** New Author! ***

Marcus fought the urge to smile. The black negligee she had bought had gone down very well. He had spent the best part of an hour tracing the contours of her body through the sheer satin with his hands and lips before he had allowed himself to remove it.  Shaking his head slightly, he tried to forget about the sight of her riding him, the negligee a puddle of black silk around her waist.

“There still remains the matter of your punishment to deal with.”

“Punishment?” Linda repeated, looking worried.

By Jamie Phillips

Captain Bill had no more time to think about the wayward wench on board his ship. The storm was a fearsome one, and every member of his crew on duty, including him, had their part to play in preventing a disaster. Mountainous waves dumped themselves onto the deck with shocking ferocity, showering the men with water. Even seasoned old hands were struggling under the conditions, working as best they could as the wind howled and roared all around them, like a terrifying beast from the underworld.

Bill assessed the damage to his ship thus far. One of the main sails had been torn by the sudden strong winds’ ferocity, and had been lowered quickly for repair. Others had been tied before the wind could do further damage, but that hadn’t been enough to save the top sections of the main and mizzen masts.

“’Tis blowing us off course, Cap’n!” shouted Midshipman Bellows from the wheel.

“I love you but I will not put up with your sassy behavior and impudent tongue.”

“If you love me, then you have to love all of me,” she retorted, thinking vaguely that it came from a movie.

“I do,” he said firmly. “But I would also have you love me, all of me.”

“I do,” she said simply.

“Then you will accept this punishment as your due.” He took her hand and pulled her over to his bed.

Rail Rider
Chapter One

But lately, she had been realizing that she was dismally unsatisfied. The feeling persisted despite turning the last page of a fantastic book. So she would select another book, which also promised by reputation to be emotionally engaging and dramatically thrilling. Hours of immersion in that story, albeit entertaining, had only led to the same frustration.

It was beginning to occur to her that whatever she was searching for might not be found between the pages of a novel.

“No, he doesn’t like me. That was a rumor started by your husband. Christopher hasn’t shown the least bit of interest in me. And I freakin’ threw myself at him.”

“You did. You tried. Especially at the block party.”

Gail flushed red and turned back to her roses. “Made an ass out of myself. You and those bloody Mai Tais. You know he couldn’t even look at me the next day?”

“I suppose you were sort of obvious...”

“Sort of? Freakin’ airplane pilots flying overhead couldn’t miss my signals.”

Lord Richard raised a hand to his cheek, as if he were pondering something of great importance. “Did someone fail to tell you the rules of this castle, Emma?”

Her face burned and she struggled to find the proper words. Finally, she whispered, “Yes, my lord. Randal explained the rules to me. I know servants aren’t permitted in the library. I’m so sorry.”

With the faintest hint of a smile, Lord Richard asked, “Did Randal also explain the consequences of breaking those rules?”

Emma paled. “Yes, my lord.”

By Deborah Plum

Wayward Rescues
Chapter Five
(Last Chapter)

“Don’t go!” Melanie’s cry was anguished.

He kissed her hands. “I must. Your brother needs you here. I will check on him before I go, but I’m sure your care has been exemplary.” He took the ring from his vest pocket and picked up her right hand. “I bought this for you. It is yours always.”

He smiled at her, then walked out the door. She ran after him but he did not turn back.

“Flynn!”

He only waved.

He was staring at her now, assessing her.

Trying to intimidate me and doing a damn fine job, thought Juliette, her mind searching for an adequate response. “You could always ask my fiancé for a ransom,” she suggested, completely changing the subject, unwilling to play this mindless thug’s silly little game. “You’d get far more from him than selling me into slavery, you know!”

Bill sauntered over to a mahogany cabinet and poured himself a generous measure of rum from a crystal decanter before speaking. “Could I, now? And what price do you think I should ask from this unfortunate fellow to whom you’re betrothed?”

“You’re not spanking me,” she cried.

“Au contraire,” he whispered. “I am going to blister your bottom until you cry, my sweet.”

“That will make me hate you,” she cried.

“I don’t care if you hate me,” he said calmly. “You will be wed to me and you better figure out how to love me instead.”

That night, he made her comfortable on the couch before settling into the bedroom where he opened all the windows to let the sea air wash over him.

For hours, he stared out toward the beach, listening as the waves broke over the shoreline.

One thought kept floating through his mind, Why not ask her to come along?

It was crazy. They had just met but there was a mysterious bond between them – an immediate trust born in the drama of their first contact.

“Laura?” he called gently through the bathroom door. Regret was slithering through him.

“Yes?”

“Are you upset because I’m going away?”

“No! I am upset because of the moron across the road!” He swallowed the urge to snap at her and spoke softly again.

“Do you feel I don’t listen to your opinions enough? Or that I ignore your input?”

“Oh, for goodness’ sake, Dave! You’re acting like a girl!”

By Robin Smith