Her Gilded Dragon: A Norse Warrior Romance by Susannah Shannon
Welcome! Following on with the fantasy theme, I'm joined today with Susannah Shannon and her new release, Her Gilded Dragon.
After she is forced to flee her kingdom with the aid of a loyal general, Princess Hanne of Vastra begins a long, arduous journey to the frozen lands far to the north, where she will be married to Jonis the Gilded, the famed warrior who defends the great fortress of Pinnacle Keep. Though Hanne is intimidated by his fearsome reputation, upon reaching her destination she is put at ease by Jonis' good humor and amazed by the pleasure his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her on their wedding night. But when she challenges his authority, the beautiful young princess quickly learns the hard way that her new husband will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her until she is tearful and repentant. To Hanne's surprise, the stern chastisement merely increases her desire for Jonis, and soon their lust for one another has grown into a passionate love. But when the foes who drove her from her own land threaten Hanne's new home, will Jonis' skill in battle prove sufficient to protect the woman he loves or will the ancient power that burns in his blood be his only hope to save her?
Publisher's Note: Her Gilded Dragon includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Jonis appeared in no hurry. He cradled her in his massive arms, whispering her name and that she was beautiful. Stroking her hair and marveling at how soft it was, he was a tender titan. He didn’t demand; he cajoled, he wooed, he waited. Her body began to respond of its own volition. She seemed to be dissolving into a pool of golden liquid. Her breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps. Hanne buried her face into the crook of his neck and willed herself to relax to give in to bliss. The heart scars ran too deep. She couldn’t do it, in spite of the waves of intense pleasure rocking her body. Pleasure was a language she didn’t yet speak. His strong hands cradled her head as he took her deeply and deliberately. Hanne felt exposed and closed her eyes. “Look at me, snow dove,” he commanded. She began to gasp, “I’m sorry,” but he shook his head. “No need to be sorry, you are very lovely. Sometimes a woman needs to trust her man. I promise I will earn your certainty.” Hanne sighed, her breath moving in waves like the bliss that radiated from her core.
I live in the American midwest with my family. I write romances that are funny(well, I try). I love the inner conflict of a smart, modern, independent woman who longs to submit to that one special man.
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