Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Bound to the Past by Libby Campbell!!
Freja, rescued from the flesh markets of Silvelea at a young age, has learned firsthand how difficult life is for orphan girls on the planet of Devmaer. Her “rescue” landed her in the harsh world of Matron Cass Warren’s Girls Crib, where young girls are groomed to be sold off as mates to the highest bidder as soon as they reach maturity.
At eighteen Freja was drawn to Déak Ryba, the first man to ever show her kindness. But he didn’t stand a chance against Iwon Sándor’s money and power. Iwon claimed Freja’s hand, condemning her to a miserable life of abuse and neglect.
After three long-suffering years, Freja’s matehood was cut short by his untimely death.
For the first time in her life Freja finds herself free – free to work like a slave to repay the staggering debts Iwon left her. During her final ritual as his widow, a freak accident sweeps her out to sea and remarkably, right back into Déak’s arms.
Can the love that Déak and Freja once shared possibly have survived long years of separation? Will they finally claim the shared life that was denied them? Or will their happiness be stolen again by the sinister forces circling at the edge of their lives?
This novella is a prequel to Bound To The Admiral, book 1 in The Lighthouses of Devmaer series. It introduces the alien world of the planet Devmaer as well as some of the minor characters.
While it is a part of a series, it has a satisfying ending and can be read as a standalone.
Disclaimer: Bound to the Past is a second chance, fantasy-world romance. Along with a happily-ever after ending, it has some very steamy scenes, including elements of power exchange and discipline.
Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:
Déak had done it again. He’d pushed all the right buttons. Somehow, he’d sensed Freja’s darkest secrets. He’d bought them out in the open where the sunshine and warmth of his affection was making them evaporate.
She’d never felt freer or happier than that minute when she was positioning herself across his lap again. Her upper torso draped over one side of his powerful thighs, leaving her arms, head, hair dangling. Her nude bottom was raised to the sky and her toes didn’t reach the ground behind her.
The first and only time she’d been spanked before, Déak had left her clothes on and discretely exposed only her bottom. There was no such barrier between them now. The rawness of her nudity thrilled her.
This was only the second time in her life she’d lifted her backside to sunlight and felt the natural heat that nothing else could imitate. She’d forgotten how exciting it was to offer up a part of herself like a human sacrifice. Her pulse raced with a heady mixture of fear and eager anticipation. Déak’s hand circled one buttock and then the other. The sensation calmed her.
When he pushed her thighs apart, she didn’t resist. Nor did she tense when his fingers opened her nether lips and circled her clitoris before dipping into her pussy.
“You are so ready for this, aren’t you My Innocent? But remember, while today you can call stop at any point.” Two fingers plunged into her, thrusting gently as he spoke. “That is not an option you will have every time I spank you. Make sure you use it wisely, if at all.”
He stopped caressing her and his hand lifted and began to rise and fall in gentle strokes. Freja shivered happily at the pleasant tattoo. She liked being free like this, giving the power of decision-making to Déak. He knew what she wanted. More importantly, he knew what she needed. Freja had no doubt.
As if reading her mind, he stopped and pushed her thighs even farther apart. He smacked her pussy lips softly. “This jewel, this velvet crease, it should have been mine for the past four years, shouldn’t it?”
She murmured something even she didn’t understand. It was an animal noise, a sound that indicated agreement.
“I didn’t hear you,” he said and punctuated his words with a sound slap to her bottom, the most painful since he’d started.
“Um. Yes. Yes, sir.”
“Yes sir, what?” He slapped the inside of her thighs so hard, she whimpered.
“Yes, sir. It should have been yours for the past four years.”
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Author Bio
My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.
Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club.
Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.
My passions are reading and writing. I adore all animals and love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.
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