New Release! Imogen: Captured by R.B.O’Brien

FinalR.B. O’Brien, My good friend and fellow author of MrBlackthorne and The Wicked Pen Writers, was supposed to have her Author Spotlight this week. We postpone it for next Thursday for a very good reason. The lovely and hard working Ms. O’Brien has been preparing her next epic series after the well-loved Thorne and Natalie’s Edge, which you absolutely must check out if you haven’t read them. The first installment of Imogen, a dystopian tale of a young virgin sold in slavery at wartime, is already available and you can buy it here. Later today you can expect the second part to go live. Meanwhile, get your copy of Imogen: Captured and get lost in that tale of sensual awakening.

Blurb: This dark romance series follows the story of innocent Imogen, who is captured and taken prisoner by the enemy on her wedding night as their war spoils.

Imogen is chosen by a high-ranking official, Erik, to serve him in every way. Controlling and compassionate at once, Erik warns her that in order to remain as safe as possible, he must learn her, her body, and instruct her on how to obey him, for her own good.

But Imogen struggles to understand her new and confusing feelings, and Erik’s enigmatic warnings of her fate leave her afraid and vulnerable. With a knock on the door after the loss of her innocence, Imogen ponders just what her ominous future holds…

Not persuaded? Check out that hot excerpt!

IMOGEN: Captured

You can call me Sir for now,” he offered. “And I am not going to hurt you.”

That was the second time he told me that he wouldn’t hurt me. Could I trust him? Should I trust him? Why would I trust a man who had taken me prisoner?

When I was untied, he picked me up to carry me, naked and helpless in his strong grip. We went through what appeared to be a large compound. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Women were tied up; some were being whipped, others fucked mercilessly. I closed my eyes as he carried me through the wails and moans. It was a mixture of torment and lust and sex and torture. Tears came uncontrollably again.

He took me outside. Many buildings surrounded the large, center compound. He brought me inside to one of them. It was warm and actually inviting. It was a small home in its own way. He placed me down on a soft, plush couch, exposing me fully. I shivered, even though the room was not at all cold. A fire had been lit.

“I do not want your first time to be painful, Imogen,” he said bluntly. “I want to learn your body.”

Oh my god. He was going to rape me. I was no longer going to be a virgin, and I was going to lose my virginity to this…this barbarian.

“Do I need to tie you down, or will you cooperate?” He spoke in a detached tone, but of course he did. I was his prisoner. He didn’t know me. He certainly didn’t care for me.

I had no idea what to say, how to respond. What choice did I have? He would do what he wanted, but he was asking, and I somehow felt my belly tighten. I was so scared and yet a part of me was aroused. It was so confusing.

“You hesitated again, Imogen.” He grabbed my hand, and we left the warmth of the living area. He brought me into a bedroom, accented with red and cream colors, soothing. How ironic.

He led me further into the bedroom, and then turned me around to face him, the back of my legs against the side of the bed. I stood naked in front of him and looked down, humiliated. I had been fully washed and shaven by god knows who when I was unconscious. I felt tears burning my eyes again.

“You are truly beautiful,” he said, catching me off guard, and I stopped breathing. “Your virginity would not last long here, Imogen. Trust me. It wouldn’t be pretty if some of the other men found out. So I am happy to be your first. You will become my slave here. I can’t very well have a slave without sex. And I can’t very well control my slave if I do not know her body. Lie down,” he ordered, but there was something kind in his voice. It was such a contradiction.

I didn’t move. I wanted to run out of the room. But to where? No one to save me here. And much worse men lurked right outside the building. I shook.

“Now,” he ordered again. This time kindness was no longer present in his voice. “Tonight will be about your pleasure, Imogen. After tonight, it will be about mine.”

COMING SOON!

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