Collection of 4 Short Erotic and Romantic Short Stories

 Sinful Seductions of the Season

 

 

Let me just say this...
 

 

 

 

 

 

Perhaps I should start at the very beginning. Life has a way of bringing together people who are meant to meet. Some fall into a loveless affairs for no other reason then to be with someone. Others simply lust for what they can not have. There are those of the London ton who find the deepest pleasure in nameless faces with willing bodies to share the night's allure for playful acts. And then there are those who find the perfect someone. A true love if you will. A person to make everything in their lives finally make sense. 

 

 

All and every single one of these examples happens everyday her in our modern time as well as in times past where it was all very hush hush and secretive. The price of getting caught while unwed with a man not to be your husband or worse yet a stranger, it could cause your family to lose everything leaving one to ask is it worth the risk. 

 

 

I assure you the temptation of some can be irresistible while the lustful pull between others is undeniable. Two strangers meet and what the season holds for them is any one's guess.

 

 

 

London 1811

 

 

The start of the London season is in full swing. Parties, balls, operas, gossip...it all adds up to who is who and where you are invited to. An invitation from the infamous Michael Rowlands would make any lady squirm with delight and it has done just that. As for the men on the receiving end of such an invite it yields hopeful promises for larger dowries and contacts to only the utmost successful and royal families of the ton.

Longing’s Gate is but a four hour carriage ride outside the city of London. Total number of the guest list is fifty five.  Michael Rowlands is throwing his annual late summer gathering. In years past it has lasted anywhere from two days to two weeks. The invite never says how long the visit will last only that you are, for this year, a special hand picked chosen guest by one of the most eligible bachelors in London for the last 6 seasons...Lord Michael Rowlands.

 

Now let's introduce you to some of the guests.


 

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Romantica Short Story ~ One Night of Passion ~ chapter 5

Chapter 5

Kate did not sleep much that night. She ran through in her mind about the charming mysterious Mr. Bellford. He reminds her so much of the man she had loved her whole life. The man she was now forced to let go and forget. She tossed and turned in her bed. The covers were now twisted and tangled around her legs.

It's not far. Bellford should not be the one calling for me tomorrow. She closed her eyes and saw his smile peek out from under his over grown beard. Mr. Bellford.

Kate threw back her covers and got out of bed. Shuffling her way over to the double french doors she pushed them open, letting the cool breeze in around her. The balcony over looked the gardens below. Dew covered vegetation bounced the moon light off it's delicate parts. A big brilliant moon flooded over the earth with a cool pale silver light. A twinkle now and then added to the magical feeling of the night.

Is this right? Could this be what I was meant for? Mr. Bellford seems to good to be true. Kate's mind stilled momentarily. What if I fall in love with him and he is taken from me like... She silenced herself from speaking his name. The pain it caused from just thinking it was too much right now. Kate gazed up to the stars and whispered, "I would have waited a life time for you. Please believe me. I have to move on now. I wish so very much it was all different, that it was all what I had always dreamed it to be. But, it isn't and never will be." A large tear dropped from her eye missing her cheek on it's way down, landing on her hand. I want this to be the last time I cry for you. From this point forward I want to think of you, us, and it bring about a smile to my face and fill my heart with happiness.

Kate left and walked back threw the french doors. Turning to close them, she decided at that moment when the doors shut it would be the end of her mourning for him. Tomorrow will be a new beginning. The doors clicked shut and she rested her forehead on the frame. "Ok, this is going to be hard. I can do this. I have to do this."

Within a few hours the sun was beginning to rise. Kate had finally fell asleep and was woken by the birds outside her window. "No. Go away birds. It's not time yet. Let me sleep just five more minutes." Five minutes turned into three hours. Her eyes flew open and she looked at the clock. "Oh no!" She jumped up. It was now nine a.m. Mr. Bellford is set to arrive at ten.

Kate saw her close laid out and a bath already for her. How on earth could Nelly have known I was to got out this morning? Standing there baffled she heard Nelly in the hall. Kate rushed to the door.

"Nelly?"

"Yes my dear?" Nelly turned toward Kate in the hall. "You are still not bathed?" She shook her head at Kate and shooed her hands at her to go back into the room. "On with ya little lady. You will surely be late now."

Kate stopped once in the room and asked, "How did you know I had an appointment this morning Nelly?"

Nelly fussed with the bedding and answered with out looking at her, "Well the note of course my dear. Now get in the tub before it goes-"

"What note?"

"The one sent to my room yesterday evening. What do mean what note child?" Nelly looked at her with confusion.

"I did not send you a note Nelly."

"Well someone did my love. Now get in the tub. It is a quarter past. Time is a wasting." Nelly turned Kate around and removed her nightgown. "I will return in fifteen minutes to dress ya child."

Nelly closed the door and Kate sat down in the tub. Maybe it was Sues who sent it to her. Yes it would have to be. Kate washed her hair quickly and before she could finish with the rest of her Nelly came bursting in.

"Alright my dear up and out with ya. I lost track of the time and it is nearly quarter to ten."

Kate rushed into her close and Nelly fashioned a lose bun on top of her head. "My child you are stunning. I do not know of another woman in all of London that can look as you do with only fifteen minutes to dress." Nelly kissed the top of her head and softly said into her hair, "You look like your mum my love."

She loved it when Nelly told her this. Nelly had loved her mother as much as she did. Kate smiled. "Thank you Nelly."

"Yes, well, alright off with ya now. Go enjoy your day." Kate placed a sweet kiss on her chubby cheek and left the room.

Descending down the grand staircase, Kate saw Mr. Bellford standing with her brother Gary. She paused until she heard Gary laughing with him.

"Good morning," She said cheerfully.

Gary looked at her and smiled. Kate saw the bottle of expensive brandy in his hands. Her gaze flew to Mr. Bellford. He winked at her discreetly which made her smile too much.

"I have not seen you smile like that in a long time Kate," Gary said.

"Yes well it is a beautiful morning," Kate replied. After a moment she stepped forward. "We should be on our way now. Have a wonderful day Gary."

Gary nodded and left to his study.

Bellford escorted her to the carriage. He held out his hand for Kate. She gazed up at him and slid her hand into his which caught her breath unexpectedly. The carriage pulled away from her home and she suddenly felt nervous.

"Kate?"

She glance to him.

"Why are you nervous?" He asked her softly.

"I am not nervous Mr. Bellford,." Her statement was followed by a nervous laugh.

"You are and I know you are because you bit up the corner of your lip." Kate stared at him. "And that laugh was a nervous laugh too."

Kate finally blinked. "Perhaps I am slightly nervous Mr. Bellford."

"Kate. Please stop calling me Mr. Bellford. You can call me just Bellford."

She burst out laughing. "Not much of a difference. Ok then Bellford. So may I ask where you are taking me?"

He flashed her a devilish smile. "You may but that does not mean I will answer." He watched her head fall back as her laughter deepened. "It is a special place that I thought you might enjoy."

Kate composed herself and gaze to him. "What is different about you today?" She studied him a few seconds longer. "It is you beard." She motioned with her hands to her own face. "You have groomed it."

"I did. As beautiful as you are Kate I was embarrassed to stand next to you yesterday looking as I did," He said.

Her cheeks warmed the instant he said it. "I thought you to be handsome either way Bellford." I can not believe I just said that to him. Why am I being so bold?

He smiled at her. "You did. Well I wish I would have known that this morning. I would have left it." He chuckled as he saw Kate's mouth open slightly. "Katie I'm just teasing." She smiled at that.

The rest of the ride was comfortable and their conversation went smooth, easy, too easy for them. Kate noted out loud to him it felt like they were old friends reunited. Kate of course blushed again when Bellford replied he could have never seen her just as a friend.

Kate gazed out the carriage window as it pulled up to a large building. "Where are we Bellford?"

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To Be Continued Every Monday

 

by Pages of Romance Publishing

 

and Cary J. Davis

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Romantica Short Story ~ A Forbidden Love chapter 13

Final Chapter

Chapter 13

 

 

 

 

 

Missy's question haunted Connor hours into the night. He gazed down at her sleeping so peacefully in his arms. How am I ever going to try her about my father's involvement in this? She'll never forgive me once she finds out. Damn it! I got to get us the hell out of here tonight.

 

 

He slid his arm out from under Missy and as his feet found the floor he gazed back at her. I will die before letting anything happen to you. Connor dressed and quietly made his way to the door. A loud creek echoed down the stairwell. He waited to hear any movement from the dark cold space below. Nothing...okay. Time to wake Missy.

 

 

"Missy it's time to wake up," Connor whispered. He watched her stir for a second. Gently he placed a kiss to her soft lips. "Missy open your eyes sweetheart."

 

 

Her eyes slowly fluttered open. "I felt like i had but a moments sleep."

 

 

"That's because you have, "Connor said. "It is about two o'clock in the morning." He saw the confusion in her expression. "We are escaping tonight."

 

 

Missy sat up rather quickly. "Why will we not wait to be rescued. Someone has to know of our disappearance by now. I mean my brother must surely be in search of me."

 

 

"Heath may also believe you and I have run off to marry, Missy." Connor brushed over her cheek. "I'm afraid this is our only option."

 

 

He help her down from the bed then handed her the night gown from the floor. Connor took her by the hand guiding her towards the door that he had left ajar.

 

 

"Wait," Missy paused, "I'm terrified we will be caught, Connor."

 

 

Turning to face her Connor place his lips to her forehead and kissed her with a long embrace. "I will die before I let anything happen to you, Missy. I swear on my life." He gazed down at her. "Trust me."

 

 

He grabbed a torch and lead the way down the spiral stairway holding tightly onto Missy's hand. She had her other hand place on top of his as they walked slowly and so very quietly. They made it to the main floor and started to creep their way to the back of the castle where there was a secret passage under the castle leading out. Rat filled sewage stood knee deep at the bottom of the steps but Connor knew it was the only way out. He told himself he'd carry her if he had to.

Connor and Missy froze upon hearing shouts from behind them. He pulled her to the top of the steps and Missy stopped and yanked her hand back and away from his.

"I can't Connor!" Missy eyes teared. Her bottom lip quivered. "I can't," she whispered.

 

He reached out for her hand and Missy stepped back from him.

 

"Wait!" she cried. Gazing back to the guards quickly closing in on them, she had but moments to decide. Nervously clenching her night gown in her hands she squeezed her eyes shut. The pounding of the guards feet were drawing closer. "Missy," she heard him say. Opening her eyes she gazed down at him with breathless un decidedness. "Where are you taking me?" Missy asked him.

"Somewhere we will not be found, and you will be safe." He held out his hand to her once more. "Please Missy," his tone was deep and commanding. She could see fear in his eyes.

 "I see her! This way!" One of the guards shouted.

 

If she didn't make a decision soon there fates will be sealed. "Conner," she whispered to him and placed her hand in his.

 

He smiled and said, "I would have taken you anyways. You know that don't you?" He watched her lips curl up in that tender way that had first caught his eye. A shadow of dark gray covered Missy before him. She screamed with surprise. Her hand left his and she was dragged away.

 

 

"Connor!" a curtailing scream, Missy's scream for him for his protection riped through him as he fell backwards. The room went black. Connor was unconscious and dreaming of the first night they had rediscovered one another.

 

 

**********

 

 

 

The hard edges of the chair slammed into her bottom as she was shoved down onto a chair in front of a man. He stood with his back to her. His silver hair in the dim lite room glistend from the glow coming from the fireplace.

 

 

"Leave us now." The man ordered loudly.

 

 

Missy sat waiting for him to turn to her and reveal himself. Seconds turned to minutes. The man just stood in place smoking a pipe. No words escaped past his lips. No movement other then his arm for the pipe.

 

 

"Ah I see you have arrived after all,"  Velture's evil devious voice filled the empty space.


Missy did not turn to look at him. Instead her gaze remained on the mysterious man in front of her.


"Yes I arrived only but an hour ago," he answered.


Why does his voice sound so familiar? And the smell of his pipe. Missy in this moment realized who she was staring at. Oh no, it can't be. She watched him turn and their eyes locked. She couldn't hide the hurt swelling up in her eyes. Missy knew he saw it even in the poor lit room. Why? Was all she could think.

"It would seem your son has changed plans on us." He grinned slightly. "Unfortunately he has encountered some unfortunate injuries." Velture watched Lord Welling's expression fall to the side of concern. He walk up behind Missy and pulled lightly as he stroked the back of her hair. "I do hope," he bunched up a handful of her hair and yanked her head backwards, "she was worth," gazing down at her he drew closer, "possibly giving his life for." 

Missy gasped. No please do not let this be happening. I can't lose him again!

"Where is he?" Lord Welling asked.

The man released Missy's hair. "They are bring him to the study in the south wing." Velture circled Missy's chair slowly and then gazed to Lord Welling. "Perhaps a drink is in order, Lord."

"Yes perhaps," he said and walked to the canter on the opposite side of the room.

Velture leaned down next to Missy's ear and whispered, "Do tell me did you like it when he had you touch your dirty body?" He watched her begin to tremble. A small chuckle emerged out of him at the sight of her. "Oh I'm sorry how rude of me. You see Lady Ashton, I'm a bit of a peeping Tom and I so much enjoyed peeping in on you."

Tears spilled over down her cheeks and Missy had no hope of stopping them. His icy skin from the back of his hand touched her cheek. Missy's body shuttered and she squeezed her eyes shut.


"Velture," Lord Welling handed him a drink.

"Thank you, Lord." He turned his back and walked towards the fire place.

Lord Welling tapped Missy's shoulder and her gaze flew to him. He winked at her and gave her the most caring look to reassure her of his intentions. Missy's lips parted and Lord Welling quickly put his index finger to his lips and then tried to smile for her. Missy mouthed the name Connor and he nodded to her in understanding.

A loud knock filled the room and drew every one's attention. Velture strode across the room and opened the large solid wood door. "He has awaken my Lord and is requesting your presence immediately," the guard stated.

Velture bellowed out loud, "Well then so be it." He turned to Lord Welling, "Do you care to join me?"

Welling stood straight. "I would like to speak with him here. have the guards bring him to me."


"I don't think so Lord Welling. He is at present tied up right now," Velture said.

"Tied up! Untie him and bring him here, "Welling demanded.

Velture glared at him for a long moment then said, "He is a trader and will remain where he is...Lord Welling."

"This is my-

"Let me remind you who's men fill the walls of this castle and who's men are surrounding every entrance to the castle....mine!" Velture took a couple of deep breaths then continued, "I will not take orders from you. If you desire to converse with you son go to him."

Lord Welling knew he was right and was left unsure of what to do. As he had decided to challenge Velture's word the door came crashing open sending Velture to the ground. "Connor!" he shouted with surprise.


Connor jumped on top of Velture grabbing hold of his jacket. "You vile filth!" He slammed his head to the stone floor. Connor managed to smash Velture's head a few times before three guards jumped on him.

Lord Welling ran at the group of men and punched one of the guards knocking him off Connor.


Movement in the doorway caught Missy's eye and she saw Heath striding into the room followed by Garret and Ben.

After Connor was freed from the pile of men he stumbled his way to Missy's side. "Are you alright?" He hadn't waited for her answer and kissed her hard. "My God I was so worried about you. I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to you." He kissed her again wrapping her up in his arms.

"Connor, I thought you were dieing. Velture said you were-

Connor took her face in his hands. "I said I would do what ever it took to keep you safe. Dying was not an option." He smiled at her softly. "I will never leave you again, Mrs Welling."

Missy burst out in a half laugh half cry. Connor untied her arms from the chair.


"Welling," a voice commanded from behind him. Connor closed his eyes as he stood up to face Heath. "Thank you for going with my sister to keep her safe."


Connor shook his head in disbelief and his words. "I love Missy and have asked for her hand, Heath."


Heath held his hand out. "After what my father hears of your heroic actions here I am sound in the fact he will approve."


Garret approached his father. "What is going on here father?"

Lord Welling pulled from his pocket a note and a handkerchief. He handed over the note to his son and wiped off his face with the hanky.

Garret turned from him as he read the note out loud.


Dear Lord Welling,

   My name is Beth Velture sister to Dell Velture. Ten years ago you bought up our land that we were unable to pay on any longer. It had been in our family for generations. My father vowed revenge onto you and your family. My fear is that my brother has now set out to kidnap the woman your son loves in order to draw your family to a castle. At this point his plan is to kill everyone you hold dear while you watch.

   Please take this letter to heart and do not toss this aside as silly. I over heard him this morning going over this plan. My brother is very sick and has recently escaped a hospital. I will not turn him in for fear of my and my daughter's life.


Take caution,

Beth Velture


Garret turned to his father. "Why did you not tell us all about this?"


"I thought i could handle it besides I truly believed she was referring to Theresa." He slummed down in a chair and hung his head.


Connor walked over and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Father, I think I would have chosen to do the same thing"


Garret shouted out, "Perhaps you two are more alike then you care to admit to father." The room filled with laughter.

********

 

 

 

Missy stood across from El. She observed her gaze to the other side of the room. Missy followed her line of sight and landed on Heath. She gasped softly.

 

 

"What was that I heard?" Connor asked as he slid his arm about her waist. "Is the baby kicking again? I'll have to have another talking to with him."

 

 

"He is a her," Missy replied, "and no it is not that."

 

 

Connor leaned down and kissed her neck.

 

 

"El is staring at Heath and he is gazing at her like a fool," Missy said.

 

 

Connor chuckled against her skin. "Perhaps they are in love"

 

 

"Well perhaps she should find a man with a heart or personality. I mean, what could she possible see in him?" Missy said.

 

 

Connor kissed her neck again and said, "Something only he shows to her."

 

 

Missy smiled and turned in his arms. "Like I do with you?"

 

 

"Yes and I hope forever with only me even though it was once forbidden, "Connor stated.

 

 

Missy giggled and then whispered next to his ear, "A forbidden love is the best kind."

© copyright 2012

Happy Ever After End

by Pages of Romance Publishing

Chapter 1    Chapter 2


Chapter 3    Chapter 4


Chapter 5    Chapter 6

Chapter 7    Chapter 8


Chapter 9    Chapter 10


Chapter 11   Chapter 12

 

   

 

Romantica Short Story ~ A Forbidden Love chapter 12

Chapter 12

Connor's eyes flew open. He watched her slowly straddle him with her partially naked body wrapped in a sheet. His eyes locked with her's. It was there he found his peace, his reasoning...his heart all captured within her gaze. "Here we are locked in a tower and all day the only thing I can think about is last night when I first gazed at you naked."

Missy ran her hands up around his neck and softly placed her lips to his forehead. "What did you want to do when you saw me?" she whispered against his skin.

His hands gently skimmed her skin at her sides. The palms of his hands trailed up and down. "I had started at your feet removing your shoes and stockings." He ran a finger over the heel of her foot and up the back of her calf. Connor stopped at her knee and traced a circle around it. "I wanted to kiss every inch from your delicate toes to your knees."

Missy giggled lightly. "So my dress was not ripped off of my body?"

Connor blew against her neck and replied, "No it was but not at this point in time."

She kissed the left side of his temple. "No?"

"No," Connor continued, "I reached up to remove your undergarments and was surprised you were with out...them. My thought was to remove as much as I could in a respectful way and then cover you up but I soon learned my will power is weak,  so very weak when it comes, to you."

Missy kissed his other temple. "Is it now my lord?"

"I was left baffled by the thought of you running about London so naked under you dress." He ran his tongue up along the side of her neck. Connor felt Missy's fingers run threw the back of his hair as her body shuttered. "I slowly pushed your dress up and as I gazed at you Missy I believe my thoughts were sinfully naughty. My mouth wanted to taste you. My tongue desired to explore you." Connor's hands slid under Missy's bottom and squeezed. His cock was throbbing in the most painful way for her.

She let out a long moan and it was all Connor needed. He picked her up and strode over to the bed with her in his arms legs wrapped about his waist.

Connor paused and whispered, "Marry me."

Missy's eyes teared. "I've waited ten years for you to ask me this." She kissed him hard and slow.

He laid her on the bed and covered her body with his. Missy closed her legs around him again. She wanted him in every way possible. Her body ached to feel him to touch him to breathe him in. Is this even real? All these years waiting for him for this. I have to stop crying.

Missy reached up to wipe her tears. Connor took her hand in his and kissed the inside of her wrist and then with her hand in his brushed away a falling tear. "I love you Missy."

"I love you Connor and have all this time." She smiled then said, "You have no idea how many nights I thought about this moment. Prayed it would happen one day. Wondered what you would feel like inside of me."

Connor's hard length pulsated with a longing for her he had never felt before. His lips curled up. Do not ask her what, where, or how. She gazed at him and bit up her bottom lip. "Now tell me this," he kissed her neck with a deep sucking kiss. "When thinking about me," he ran his tongue under her chin to the other side of her neck and again kissed her skin deeply. "Did you ever desire to touch yourself as you longed for me to?" Connor's lips found her breast.

"Yes" Missy exhaled hard. She grabbed at his shoulders.

Connor side off to the side of her and whispered against her skin, "Show me Missy." He felt her hands slid down his shoulders across his arms and leave his body. He looked down to see her hand skimming over her belly. His breathe deepened as he watched her hands trail over the top of her thighs.

"You would touch me here Connor," she said.

He took her leg next to him and pulled it up over the side of his thigh. Oh keep going Missy. Not only will you be my wife but you will forever be the Goddess of my every sexual fantasy. He gazed at Missy's face and she had her eyes closed. He leaned in and whispered, "You are the most desirable creature and you are driving me to madness by doing this." He watched her slightly smile.

Missy reached down with her other hand and rubbed the inside of her thigh while the other hand gently closed around her breast. She heard Connor moan and then felt his mouth close over her nipple. "Connor!" she said with lustful pleasure.

The tone of her cry was a sinful call to him for more. He reached down to where her hand was and covered it with his. Moving her hand up together they touched her moist soft skin. Missy's body arched up. Connor didn't stop. His hand glided over her and finally spread her velvet pink skin open.

Missy's eyes squeezed tight. She felt the wet desire she held for him under her own finger tips. It was strange and erotic. Her body was alive and the thought of him watching her do this was igniting things within her body she didn't know existed.

"Connor please," She finally cried.

He had her hand stimulating her most sensitive spot with slow seductive strokes. His hand left her hand sliding down to her opening and with a gentle push he entered her.

Missy froze from the sudden sensation. "Connor go deeper please," she begged him.

He kissed her cheek. "I don't want to rush you or hurt you Missy."

Missy gazed at him, "No I want it to be you. I can't wait any longer Connor."

He threw his pants to the ground and laid himself between her legs positioning himself at her opening. He could see she was in a heated frenzy and was going to cum quickly. Ok go slow. Connor push the tip of his cock inside her. Holly shit! He squeezed Missy shoulders.

She pulled at his back. Connor pushed in further and then pulled back. "Missy are you okay?"

"Yes.  I'm not scared Connor." she said as she kissed his neck.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said. "Missy look at me."

Their eyes locked and he pushed in further. Missy lips parted. Connor slowly slid his entire length inside her. Missy bit up her bottom lip.

"You feel better then I could have ever imagined, Connor." She leaned up towards him and kissed him.

Their embrace was deep and he trust himself within her with slow gentle movements at first. He pulled her leg up high around his waist and Missy began to moan with long cries for more of him. Connor was barely holding out and with every little whimper and sound coming out of her it grew harder and then he felt it. Her body gripped his length and pulsated around him. Connor could hold out no longer and within seconds spilled himself deep inside her.

He held himself on his elbows over her and with breathless words he asked, "Was this everything you hoped for?

Missy giggled slightly. "You are more then I hoped for Mr. Welling.

Connor grabbed her and rolled over with her in his arms. Missy sat up straight on top of him. "You are even more beautiful from up their Mrs Welling.

Missy's head fell back with laughter. He watched her in amazement over what had taken place in the last twenty four hours. I wish I had asked you this all those-

She placed her finger over his lips and then covered them with her lips. "Shh Connor what matters is now. He wrapped his arms around her. Missy continued, "I can't believe you had me touching myself."

Connor chuckled. "I have never been so turned on. Watching you caress your self was causing my manhood to painfully long to be your hand." Connor traced his finger around one of her nipples. "There is so much more I want to do with you."

"Well you have a life time to do as you please with me Mr. Welling," Missy said as she nibbled his chin.

"I will remind you that was said from your lips twenty years from now," Connor said as he started to tickle her sides.

Missy wiggled off his body and curled up next to him. She grew quiet. "Connor?"

"Yes," he said as he pulled her into him closer.

"Are we going to be alive to get married?"






© copyright 2012

by Pages of Romance Publishing

Chapter 1     Chapter 2


Chapter 3      Chapter 4


Chapter 5      Chapter 6

 

Chapter 7       Chapter 8


Chapter 9    Chapter 10


Chapter 11    Chapter 13

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Romantica Short Story ~ A Forbidden Love chapter 11

Chapter 11

Connor Walked down the narrow stone stairwell that was noting more then a spiral cold tunnel. No windows providing any natural sunlight ever entered this passage. The walls a dim gray with black slim of some kind, a mold perhaps, seemed it seep out of every crack between the lifeless blocks. God, I hate this place. The walls of this stairwell ooze evil itself. The sudden need to be carrying holy water and a crucifix tucked away inside my pocket is tapping me on the shoulder right now.

Reaching the ground floor he was lead a library, the castle had three, this particular one was situated in the back of the residence.

"Please, do take a seat, Mr. Welling." The man said motioning in a lazy way with his index finger to the chair opposite from him in front of the desk. He appeared to Connor as being irritated or bothered in some way.

Connor's gaze skimmed the room. He pulled out a chair and sat. He needed to somehow gain control of the situation and find a way out without alerting anyone. The next ten minutes were crucial. Connor has to remain cold and vengeful which won't be easy as he was about to stare straight into the devil's eyes. The man made his spin shiver.

A plate of food was set in front of Connor. He almost did it. He nearly looked up to the servant and thanked him. Jesus that's all it would take is one slip up like that. Grabbing the fork he dug in like he said he was starving earlier up in the tower. It was forced. He knew Missy was starving up in that dungeon of a tower. Gazing up only once to the man sipping his coffee watching him, Connor ate the entire plate.




Missy walked over to the pillow and lifted it. Her hand flew to her chest wear it normally would lay. The only thing she had left of Connor hung around her neck for the last several years, never left it. Reaching down she scooped it up. Her hand clasped it tight and all she saw was Connor's smile in her mind. Is it possible he feels the same way he had all those years ago? Missy opened the palm of her hand and gazed at the locket. Carefully she unclasped the locket, something she had not be able to bring herself to do for quite some time now. Is it truly forever, this love, this feeling...us? 




"When will my father be arriving?" Connor asked.

The man's lips formed a straight line. Leaning back in his chair he clamped his pale hands together. "I do believe we will not be expecting him for a few more day if at all. It appears he has left the disposal details to me."

Mustering up a horrid gaze, Connor peered into the empty shell of the man. "I am not surprised by this. My father never did posses the stomach for such things." Connor paused for a moment. Raised his hand to his chin letting it rest there. "What is confusing to me is why my father never mentioned any of this to me."

The man leaned forward and set his elbows on the desk. "I could not tell you why, Mr. Welling." His smile revealed his gray chops. "This part of the job is always bothersome to me. Females and children," his gaze crept for the desk to to Connor's face, "Is always so tempting to play and linger with."

Connor's heart was racing faster then it ever had. Dear God he truly is a monster. Missy is not safe. Think of something believable to say now. His toes curled inside his boots. He shifted in his chair and stared at the leg of the desk for a spell. Finally he gazed up to the man. "I find your statement to be very disturbing but at the same time it is not my business to judge or assume you to be sick in some way. I do not share your desire for torture nor lingering suspended state of pain. With that said I would like to confide in you that when it comes to the Ashton's I...I do carry a deep seeded-

"Please, no more needs to be said Welling," He rose to his feet, "I will gladly allow you to dispose of Miss Ashton in what ever way you see fit provided that she will be dead in the end." He held out his hand to Connor.

Connor stood and took a step forward. "I didn't much like you at first but will openly admit you are a sound cleaver leader." He met the man's hand and shook it. "Thank you for your understanding in this matter. How much time do I have?"

The man bellowed out in delight. "As much or little as you would like Welling."

Connor strode down the back corridor barley making it to the back balcony before releasing all his breakfast into the shrubs below. What the hell is he? Not human. Damn it! What am I going to do?

******

 

 



Heath entered Garret's study without announcement. "I want to know what the bloody hell is going on, Garret?"

Gazing up from his paperwork Garret's eyes narrowed. "I beg your pardon?"

"Missy has vanished and I demand to speak to your brother...now," Heath snapped his tone low and his voice trembled.

He took notice Heath was clearly shaken by the tragedy and unknown details of Missy's disappearance and rose from his desk. "Heath please have a seat," he pointed to the club chair by the fire. "Tomas...Tomas." He shouted from the doorway.

"Yes sir." The footman appeared just around the corner. Garret whispered to the man and then sent him off. "Without haste!" he added.

Knowing the mid hour of the morning Garret took no caution with it and poured Heath a brandy. He took a seat in front of him and said, "I called for Connor. It will be a while before he arrives for his town home in town." Garret sat back and with all the compassion he could serve to Heath he said, "Start from the beginning please."


Heath shook his head. "I have hystarical women at my home. A whole group of them!" Gulping his brandy Heath finished it off in seconds. Garret held up the bottle.

"My hope is that Connor is not involed in this Heath." Topping off his own glass he paused. "Would it be so terrible for Missy and Connor to marry?"

"My father may take it into consideration but if they have elopped there will be no forgivness, Garret."

"Sir...I have urgent news." The young footman intrupted.

"Go on with it,"Garret said.

"We have found one of the Ashton's carriages and...and"

"And what boy?" Heath shouted.

"There are dead bodies. Two men."

Garrent shot out of his chair. "Show us where."

Thirty minutes later after learning Connor was nowhere to be found as well and none of the bodies were him Garret and Heath were now more concerned then ever.

Both of them stood at the side of the road. Garret gazed up and down the road. "Well, let's focus on what we do know about this. Missy's belongings are still in the carriage so we can rule out a robbery."

Heath clenched her coin purse in his hand. "Yes and the two men sustained wounds by the hands of a man, well the ones that caused their end. No gun was recovered."

"And no knife. There are two sets of horse prints leading off towards the north but three sets of foot prints next to the carriage on the same side." Garret bent down reaching behind the wheel." Heath is this Missy's do you think?"

Heath took the button in his hand. "Yes it was what she was wearing last night." He walked to the edge of the road. "What the bloody hell happend here last night?"

"Heath, let us take comfort in the thought if Connor is involved he is keeping her safe."

"I believe that to be true." Heath's attention was caught by the stark cream color of paper peeking out of a a pile of leaves. He turned of his heels with the card in hand. "Garret." He flipped it out towards him and it read Connor Welling.

Garret gazed up and down the road again. He started jogging north looking at the road side as he did. Heath watched him stop several yards ahead and hold up another card. Returning to Heath's side he said, "He left us a trail to follow."

*******

 

 

 

 

Connor spent the remainder of the day reaquanting himself with all the secrate passages in and out of the castle. By the time he returned to the tower night was blinketing the sky.

 

 

The gaurd at the door was red eyed and slouching. "You are releved of your post for the night," Connor said as he reached the last few steps. The man looked shocked. "Provided you return in the morning when I am ready to leave for the day."

 

 

"Yes sir...I mean my lord," he stuttered then bowed before Connor.

 

 



Entering the room Connor noticed the evidence the meal he ordered for Missy had barely been touched. A single candle light the opposite side of the room next to the bedside poorly. Golden hues flickered a fought against the cold gray stone trapping it into a small space in the room.

Missy lay in the bed on side in Connor's spot where he laid the night before. Her legs exposed from the knee down. A dim white sheet tucked under her arms. Connor looked around the room and saw her night gown draped over the mirror. His heart lept at the thought of her naked body from last night.

Quietly Connor removed his coat and unbuttoned his shirt. Grabbing a chair at the table he turned it out to face the bed and he had the night before. He removed his boots and his shirt. Reaching up he ran his hands over his face and the up threw his hair. I wish this was not happening. How is it I always find myself in the most outrageous situations. The thought of her naked body laying under his popped up in his mind again. His head was hanging over the back of the chair and he again ran his hands up threw his thick hair. "Oh Missy," he mumbled.

The soft whisper of breathe trailed across his cheek. "Yes."

 

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Chapter 5      Chapter 6

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Chapter 9    Chapter 10


Chapter 12    Chapter 13

Romantica Short Story ~ A Forbidden Love chapter 9

Chapter 9

Missy could feel his frustration as his gaze burned through her. "Twice?" she asked softly. The firm grip she had on the sheet softened and her eyes dropped to the floor.

Connor glanced over the length of her body slowly. He pointed to her midsection and said, "You are wounded on your left side. This was the reason your dress was damaged. When I realized you were bleeding, I-I ripped it off you."

Ripped it off? With her right hand she held the sheet tightly across her chest and peeled back the outer layer of the sheet with her left hand. Is it under my breast because I do not see a thing other than a strip of cloth running around me? Missy pulled her breast up and unknowingly exposed herself.

"It is further up," Connor said. He stared at Missy's nipple peaking out at the top of the sheet. The more she moved the more the sheet inched down. Her nipple was erect and rest between her thumb and finger. He imagined her dropping the sheet and cupping her breasts, teasing him wickedly. Turn around. Don't stare, it is only going to make it worse. God, my cock has never throbbed with this much pain in less than twenty-four hours before.

"Connor I do not see it," she said.

He walked over to her and took her by the hand leading Missy over to a full length mirror. Standing closely behind her, Connor slowly pulled back the sheet, exposing half her naked body. "You were at some point last night stabbed here."

She watches his fingers trace over the bandages at her side. His breath tickled the back of her neck and skimmed over and down her shoulder. His thumb brushed up and down  her side as they both watched his fingers in the mirror. Her gazed darted up to his reflection.

He felt a slight tremble ripple through her. Stepping closer he almost closed the distance between them. "I was terrified when I saw you bleeding." Her eyes widened. "In an insistent everything flashed before me." Connor moved his other hand to her waist. "Your smile. Your laugh. The sound of your voice. The way you say my name." He leaned down to her ear. "The way I feel for you." He gazed to her eyes in the mirror and saw a glossy sheen cover them. "I knew at that moment," Connor kissed her neck softly, "I could not lose you, Missy." He watched her eyes close and tears fell down over her cheeks.

Her heart was pounding. Her knees grew weak. His kiss deepens on her neck. "Connor." She whispered allowing her head to fall back against his shoulder.

He reached for Missy's hand holding the sheet and pulled it away from her body. "I died everyday we were apart." He pulled Missy's chin up to him and kissed her gently.

Missy felt the sheet slide out of her hand and puddle at her feet. Connor drew her body closer against him sliding his arms around her waist. The softness of her skin under his hand was hot. So many years he has dreamt about this moment. Fantasizing so many nights about her in his arms as he stood beneath her balcony window, watching her grieve over what he was not strong enough to fight for.

He broke their kiss and let his lips trail down her neck to her shoulder. He held her so close fearing if he let go she may be gone. "Forgive me," he whispered against her skin.

Connor held his head down on her shoulder. He wouldn't look at her. Missy turned in his arms and cupped his cheek in her hand. She ran her thumb over his lips as she gazed into his eyes. "We were so young. There is nothing to forgive Connor," she said and then kissed them with all the passion she carried for him.

He deepens the kiss. The passionate explosion of a desire that was never filled between them now burned out of control. A lustful desire laced with unfulfilled passion and love engulfed them as they stood in each other's arms. With every second that passed it grew with the fierce intent of becoming everything and more that they held back from for so many years.

Connor paused as he heard the click of the door latch behind him.

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by Pages of Romance Publishing

Chapter 1      Chapter 2


 Chapter 3       Chapter 4 


Chapter 5       Chapter 6

 

Chapter 7       Chapter 8


Chapter 10    Chapter 11



Chapter 12    Chapter 13

 

 

His Passionate Whispers of Desire

His deep sultry voice whispers, "You are a desire I can't run from Hanna."

He reaches his hand up and gently burshes a lock of her hair from her cheek. As his finger trails across her he leaves her skin burning with a deep wanting for him. Leaning in closer with his body craddling her from behind he sofly says, "Nor will I try to run from."

She suddenly felt alive. The sound of his voice sends sensations to places inside her she has not yet felt and her body quivers against him.

He touches her arm waiting for her responce. She draws in a quick breath and holds it. "Hanna," he whispers. Her eyes close as she feels the tips of his fingers glidding down her arm. He gazes down and watches his hand engulf her's. Slowly and gently as if in a suppended state he locks his fingers with her. She trembles in his hand and alondside his body. He knows she has never been touched in this way before. It excites him to think he is the first and he knows in his heart, he will be the last.

Hanna feels her head fall back and rest where his neck meets his strong shoulder. His other hand finds her waist and she lets out a quiet soft whimper of suprise. He draws her closer to him.

"Quinten," She Cries Out In A Moment of Pleasure. It Is A Torturous Fantasy That Plays With Her Nightly Ever Since That Night He Whispered Those Things To Her.

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Romantica Short Story ~ A Forbidden Love chapter 7

Chapter 7

Connor's horse started to stir at the edge of the woods lining the castle grounds. "Easy boy," he said in a hushed tone. His eyes scanned the grim landscape all around them. "Where are you?" he whispered.

"If it is the the beasts of the night that draws your concern the torches keep them at bay Welling," The man shouted from behind him.

The chuckling of the man's laugh crept up Connor's back. In his mind he did not trust this man to not turn into one of these so called beasts and lunge for the back of his neck. The draw bridge came into view and Connor felt as if he was a lad again. The scale of the castle was still as he had remembered and tried so many nights to push away.

Connor steered his stead into the gated courtyard and dismounted with Missy in his arms. The man approached him with a sudden slight limp. Something he ha not had before back at the carriage.

"I will send word to your father you are here and willing to aid him in his endeavors. I am sure he will be pleased as punch by the news." He flashed an evil smirk towards Connor.

"Is there a problem Sir?" Connor asked as he threw Missy over his shoulder.

Again showing his vile insides, the man laughed.

"When do you expect my father's return? I would much prefer to speak with him personally on the matter," Connor said.

"Return?" he stated. "He has made no appearance nor has plans to. This would be the cause for my presence." He stepped forward and leaned into Connor. "Do not mistake this for an innovation to procure a place as commander. I will not take kindly to the notion of it."

Connor leaned in yet closer to the man. Glared into his hollow black eyes. "I do not posses nor desire to, but, I will not be treated as a commoner in my own home." He looked the man up and down briefly. "Do we now have an understanding between who desires what and who does not?"

The man leaned back as a deep bellowing laugh emerged form a place Connor did not like. "I like you Welling." He turned and walked to his horse. "I want her in the tower if you could be so kind to secure this and...I need someone inside the chambers with her. I would ask you but-"

"And why not the dungeon. I would think it to be far more secure," Connor said.

"I know it to be easily accessible from the outside world. In the tower there is merely one way in and one way out," he said stepping into the stirrups.

"I see," Connor said. He is obviously no fool. Damn it! "You have clearly thought out everything Sir and I respect that. I will question you no further." Connor turned from him heading to the two story double doors.

"Good. Then I shall get no argument from you upon my request you secure her in the tower chamber with yourself locked inside as well," The man shouted turning his stead around. "I will return in three nights."

 He kicked the stead hard. Connor watched him blaze a dusty trail to the forest. Making his way into the castle he made himself known giving orders for wine, water, rags, clothes, and food. Connor headed for the tower in the back of the castle. Nothing had changed in the past twenty years. It emulated a cold presence still leaving Connor uneasy.

The staircase was a narrow spiral tunnel of gray stone. Impossible to make out what was around the corner the entire length up, which was 96 steps. He was already exhausted from the nights events and now he had to not only carry him self up the long many flights but Missy as well.

Twenty minutes later he reached the corridor at the top. A narrow hall wound it's way threw two floors in the tower. He strode towards the second floor. Upon making it to the wood door, Connor laid his head to the chilled wood. How the hell am I going to get us out of this? I wish he would have placed us in the dungeon.

After a brief moment he unlatched the lock pushing it open. The room was surprisingly somewhat warm. A few candles lit the area where a large table sat. Connor quickly found the bed and nearly dropped Missy in it. His body followed her down. His elbows caught his body from crashing into her. He allowed his head to rest above her shoulder.

The door rushed open causing a creaking to echo wretchedly throughout the chamber. Connor flew up and to his feet.

A guard placed a tray and basket on the table. Connor glared at him with fierce rage. Partly from the man's ignorance and the other part fear.

"Do not ever contemplate of barging in this chamber again unless you no longer value air to breath." The man stood stunned at Connor's sudden outburst. He winced as he saw Connor draw near to him. "Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes Sir."

Connor gazed over the table taking stock of all he requested. "I need two maids sent up here." He opened the basket and pulled out some bread. Biting off a chunk he glared back at the man. With a mouth full of food he spat out, "What the hell are you waiting for!"

"Well Sir, Velture does not allow woman at the castle."

Velture? That has to be the man with the evil laugh. He looked over to Missy in the bed. There is no way I will allow any man to tend to her. Shit! Connor turned his back to the man. "You may leave now. Do tell the other idiots that at no point in time is anyone allowed in this room unless called upon by me."

He heard the door close at his back. Connor let his chin fall to his chest. After a long moment he reached out and took one of the bottles of wine and opened it. He thumbed through the basket. No glasses? Inbred fools most likely don't even use glasses. He chugged down a good portion of the wine rather quickly. He glanced over to Missy laying perfectly still. The bottle found his lips once more. Completely out cold as I would like to be at this moment. Oh God Missy, I now have to decloth you, sponge you down, and all the while be a perfect gentlemen about it. Could anything be more torturous? Of the long and endless list that was so very graciously provided to me by your brother, this one was not on the list, but I would definitely consider this to be forbidden. He finished off the wine and grabbed the supplies from the table along with the other bottle of wine.

Connor stood at the bed beside and popped open the second bottle of wine. "I much prefer a strong scotch but this will suffice." He swigged it back. "An impossible torturous task at times needs a little aid. And this will either help or hinder it. We will soon find out."

He could not bring himself to place the wine bottle to the table beside him. It seemed to be glued to his lips with no hope of remaining full. The liquid courage found it's way to his belly.

Finally he set the half full bottle down. He studied the quietness of her for a moment. He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached over to the buttons of her dress, well what was left of them. His hands trembled before him. Connor drew in a deep breath as he pulled away the material covering her breasts. "Oh it's hindering." He closed the material back over her bare chest. "I shall start at your feet."

He chuckled to himself softly. He crawled down the side of the bed to her shoes only after removing his boots, coat, and unbuttoning the first four buttons on his own shirt. "This is nothing short of insanity. I have thought about this moment for the last eighteen years since we were young and this is the big reveal. You out cold and me half drunk having to undress you all the while wanting nothing more than to ravish your body in any way possible."

He sat with his back to her and took the foot closet to him. Unlacing her shoe, he removed it and then the other. He examined her small narrow foot in his hand. The pale color of her skin stood out against his tan large hands. His erection from earlier started to make it's self known again. Connor shook his head. "Are you kidding me? Apparently I find your feet to be quit fetching and sensual."

His thumb rubbed over the top of her foot softly. After a moment he whispered, "I have never desired a woman as I do you, Missy."

Connor turned pulling her legs apart and hovered over her body on his knees. "I'm going to make this part quick. My plan is to disrobe you from the bottom layer out and by the time I get to the outer layer, being your dress, I can cover your body with a very thick blanket and I will not see a thing."

Connor ran his hands up along her outer thighs beneath her heavy dress and then paused upon reaching the top. "Ah Missy, where on earth are your undergarments?" Thinking they might have some how bunched up at her waist he pushed his fingertips up to the waistline of her dress. "Oh where the bloody hell are they?" His plan to safely keep his hands to her outer thighs of relatively what he deemed to be the safe area, was no longer possible.

He let his hands rest on her warm moist skin at her hips. Knowing he was now going to have to pull up her dress, he gazed up to her restful face and said, "If I pull back your dress and find not one stitch of clothing under here I will...well, I don't know what I'll do but I am going to do something."

Connor then took a deep breath and slowly, very slowly, pushed up her dress gazing at every inch of bare skin her dress exposed to his greedy eyes.

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by Pages of Romance Publishing

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Romantica Short Story ~ A Forbidden Love chapter 6

Chapter 6

Missy let out something that sounded like a titch. "I wish you weren't here," she said.

Connor took his hands off the carriage and pointed at Missy. "You and your brother are nothing but users and spoiled brats!" He threw his hands up and pinched his hair. "God why did I stop? Once I knew it was you I should have turned around."

The man holding Missy by the throat stated laughing.

"Well I'm glad you find this funny Mr. because she would be the last person on earth I would willingly fore fit my life for." Connor shouted. He mumbled loudly, "It doesn't pay to be the nice guy with these Ashtons'."

Missy narrowed her eyes at Connor. "Go to hell! If my brother finds out you are involved in this Welling, he will have your head. You are the most des-"

Connor walked forward towards her a few steps. "I swear one more word you little chit and I will strike you and fill a life long desire!"

"You bastard I dare you!" She struggled against the man to get to Connor. "Your family is nothing but a joke throughout London."

Connor strode forward and grabbed her out of the man's arms so fast it shocked Missy as well as the man. Missy yelped from the force of his strength. He place his hand behind her head and slammed her body against the carriage. Missy winced as she let out a small sound of pain. He grasped her chin. "Forgive me," he whispered.

Missy gazed up into his eyes and he watched the tears stream down her face. She slapped him straight across the face with force. Connor stumbled back a step. He put one hand around her throat and placed his mouth next to her cheek and kissed it softly. "I won't let him hurt you."

Missy felt his body lean firmly against her body. His warm breath whispered to her, "God I do not want to do this."

She gazed up at him and he saw the most desperate plea for him to help in her eyes. "I'm sorry Missy. Close your eyes for me." Her gaze turned to confusion and as it did he raised his fist at her. The last thing Connor saw was an understanding fear in her eyes as she slowly closed them for him.

A solid mass of bone and muscle made contact with her cheek. Her body fell limp in his arms. Connor squeezed his closed his eyes. It was the only way to save her. Biting up his bottom lip, he raised his fist again at her lifeless body in his arm.

"Hey. Hey! You can't kill her yet. I need the bitch alive for a day or two." He took hold of Connor's arm closest to him. Connor did not release his grip.

Connor felt the chill of cool metal at his throat. He slowly turned his head and glared at the man. He wanted nothing more than to take his life. "What do you need her for?" he spat out at the man.

"Release her now," the man ordered.

Connor loosened his grip and Missy fell to the ground at his feet. "She is not worth it" He turned to walk away and mumbled, "Her father is the one I want vengeance with."

"Stop!" the man shouted. He watched Connor pause. "I can give that to you." Connor turned towards him. The man continued. "Her brother will come for her because his father will force him to, and when he does, we will be awaiting his arrival."

Connor pinched his lips in a line across his face and then said, "That does not give me vengeance on Lord Ashton."

The man smiled. "Ah but it does my friend. You see...they will both die a retched death and he will live. What better vengeance can one have leaving a man childless because of his own wrong doing."

Connor walked towards the man with caution. "You mentioned I would be surprised where she was to be taken."

The man pulled out a pistol. "Yes I did didn't I." He placed his knife back to it's place at his hip. "Your father was the one who sent me, Mr. Welling." The man chuckled at him. "Do not be so shock, Welling. Your father is far from a saint. It would seem you two carry a common desire for punishment on the same man."

Connor laughed. "It is about time the old man took revenge for what was done to our family." He laughed again making an effort to sound pleased by the thought.

 The man motioned to the men on the ground. "These two idiots knew nothing of what I was truly looking for, and by the way I need to thank you. I do believe you have saved me the effort of disposing of them."

********

Elly giggled. "I had always wished for Mr Welling to tell her he loved her after all this time. I mean, it was obvious they loved one another all those years ago. Missy did not leave her house for a full year after they were forbidden to love one another. She sat in her room on the balcony starring up at the sky all the time. Day and night for a full year."

"I am positive she must have felt as if a loved one had died El. i can not imagine ever being separated from my Garret." Theresa turned to her with a big smile. "Oh my this night is turning out to be an exciting one."

"Yes but we are the only two who know of it," Elly stated. They turned to one another and began giggling. "I see a marriage in the future Theresa."

"Perhaps we should not get ahead of our selves El. We still do not know if she has admitted her love for him yet," Theresa said.

"I bet you she is in his arms kissing right now, " Elly said.



Connor walked over to Missy on the ground. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. "The carriage is damaged. We will have to ride horse back." He glanced at the man and eyed him up and down. "I'll take her with me."

The man grinned. "And I shall ride behind you with my friend." He waved the pistol up in the air. "No offence of course," he added.

Connor chuckled. "If you feel more of a man with it, by all means then." He walked away to his horse down the tree line. If I try to run he will not hesitate to shoot me in the back. Out running him with Missy in this condition is out of the question. I have no choice but to go to where ever has planned to take her. He placed Missy over the horse's saddle and climbed up. Connor nestled her body between his arms. Her head rest in the crock of his neck. I can't believe my father has done this. Why?

An hour later riding up and over a ridge, Connor saw the peaks of shadows cast from an old castle in the midnight moon light. "Devils Tower, " he whispered. A name he and his brother Garret called it as children. Shadow Hill Castle was it's given name.

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by Pages of Romance Publishing

Chapter 1   Chapter 2  Chapter 3   Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 7 

Chapter 8   Chapter 9    Chapter 10     Chapter 11    Chapter 12


Chapter 13