Be My Guest On Tuesday: Juliette Banks and The Russian Bride

It’s Tuesday and I have another hot upcoming release for you. The wonderful erotic romance writer Rachel de Vine, known also as Juliette Banks, has written a hot BDSM erotic romance entitled the Russian Bride that will go live tomorrow, on March 8th, so get prepared to one click. You can check out Juliette’s Amazon page and get ready with some of her smoking teasers. Meanwhile, you can check out her other titles as Rachel and Juliette.

BLURB:

Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants.

Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.

Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.

Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?

Publisher’s Note: This fast-paced tale contains explicit themes including power exchange, capture, multiple sexual partners and discipline. If such material offends, please do not purchase.

TEASER

There was the sound of voices at the door, and Grigory and the minister entered the room. Viktor stepped forward, his hand outstretched.

“Minister, how good to see you again.”

The minister smiled and shook his hand.

“Likewise, Viktor. And I think, under these circumstances, you might call me Mikhail, don’t you think? It’s much more friendly.”

Viktor was all for maintaining friendly connections and readily agreed to first name terms. He turned to Natasha.

“Come here, my dear, and say hello to the minister.”

Natasha walked the two steps to their side and smiled shyly at the minister.

“Good evening, sir.”

“Good evening, Natasha. My, you are looking exceedingly pretty tonight.” He turned to take the shot of vodka that was offered to him, before turning back to her.

“Shall we sit down? You can sit on my knee and we can get to know each other, shall we?” Natasha did as she was told and waited until the minister was comfortable in the large armchair, before sitting down on his lap. As she did so her dress rode up her leg and revealed a stocking top. The minister stroked her leg.

“Ah, I do so love a shapely leg encased in stockings. Have you put these on for my benefit? I do hope so. Have you put them on to tantalise and tease me, young woman. Because if so I might have to spank that bottom of yours for being such a temptress.”

Natasha smiled, tentatively, partly with nerves, and partly because of the tingle she had just felt between her legs. The minister continued talking. He wasn’t really expecting a response from the girl on his lap.

“I would enjoy spanking your little bottom. It looks quite a pert one to me, although I would have to examine it in more detail to be sure. Tell me, Natasha, do you enjoy having your bottom spanked?”

Natasha spoke quietly. “Y…yes, sir, sometimes.”

“Only sometimes. When do you not enjoy it then?”

“When it is too hard, sir.”

“I see. So your Master has to punish you sometimes for being naughty, does he?”

“Y…yes, sir, sometimes.”

“And does he just use his hand when he spanks you?”

“No, sir. Sometimes he uses his belt, or my hairbrush.”

The minister continued to talk to the pretty girl on his lap. Already the talk of spanking had hardened him considerably, and he was looking forward to putting her over his knee. In the meantime, he chatted easily with Viktor, while his hand began massaging Natasha’s breasts through her dress.

“I have been thinking about your business plan, Viktor, and I am pleased to say that I have decided to accept it. I think I can have an agreement drawn up next week, if that is satisfactory for you?”

“Thank you, Mikhail, I’m very pleased to hear that. I think that Natasha will be pleased too, won’t you, my dear.”

Natasha took her cue and spoke softly to the man on whose knee she was sitting. “Would you like to spank me, sir? I would very much like it if you did.”

“Would you like to spank me, sir? I would very much like it if you did.”

“Why, I think I would. Why don’t we get you out of this dress?” He lifted her off his lap and began to lift up her dress from the bottom. Viktor came over to assist.

“Please allow me, Mikhail.” Between them they lifted the dress over Natasha’s head, to leave her standing in her new and very sexy underwear.

“My, that is a very appealing sight. Why don’t you walk a few feet over there and then walk back, so that I can appreciate it properly.” She did as he asked. As she returned, he held out his arms and pulled her between his legs, and ran the palm of his hands down from her bottom to the back of her knees. He looked her directly in the eye, and Natasha could see the naked lust reflected back at her. He placed both hands on her buttocks and squeezed a handful of flesh with each one.

“Why don’t you lie over my lap, Natasha, so I can get a better look at you.”

She leaned obediently across his lap, her feet just touching the floor on one side, but not quite able to reach the floor with her hands. The minister let out a sigh as he anticipated the pleasure to come. Lifting his right hand, and pressing his left into the small of her back, he began to spank her bare cheeks, softly at first, but then with increased vigour. A look of pleasure came over his face. He had clearly been looking forward to this evening.

TEASER

His breath was hot against the back of her neck, as he stood as close as he could without actually touching her. He ran his finger lightly across her naked shoulder and up her arm that was suspended above her body and it made her shiver. Her skin was damp with sweat, even though the room was not excessively hot. But he was not done with her yet. He whispered into her ear.

“Now, as I promised you my darling, I will use the strap before I fuck you. It is a while since you felt the licks of a leather strap, isn’t it?”

Her reply was also in a whisper, as though she was afraid to break the spell between them.

“Yes, Sir. It’s been a long time.”

He stepped away from her and she heard the familiar sound of the strap as it whistled through the air in a practice stroke. He had warmed her with the flogger on her back and buttocks, but she knew that the strap would be more severe. Nevertheless, she craved the feeling as it whistled down and thrashed across her buttocks, the sting of the immediate pain soon turning to pleasure as she absorbed what he administered with great skill. He knew exactly what she needed, exactly how far to take her. She always craved the intense pleasure she got from him, the man who had made her live again, the man who had helped her to love again, the man who had made her feel again.

“I think ten with the strap, precious, don’t you? That should warm you up nicely.”

“Yes, Sir. I think that ten would be good.”

He began.

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ABOUT JULIETTE BANKS

This is the third book published by Juliette Banks, but she has also published eight others as Rachel de Vine. Her books, in both names, are all erotic romances, and range from mildly erotic, spanking stories to more explicit, BDSM relationships. In all her stories, however, she likes to include some adventure, and puts her characters through some trying times and problems to overcome before they can expect any chance of a happy conclusion.

When she isn’t writing, Juliette likes to travel to exotic places all over the world, and has been doing this since her twenties. But she also loves the beautiful British landscape, and lives in a lovely part of central England. She adores reading, listening to music, and being with her wonderful extended family.

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Promotional Post: Snatched by Juliette Banks

Today I present to your attention the newest title by Ms. Juliette Banks, known by many of you as Rachel De Vine. Snatched is a historical novel, an updated and revised version of one of Ms. Banks’ earliest works published under the same title. I, for once, am very curious about the darker tales that talented author can spin. 

Release date September 9, 2016

The Blurb

Loss. Passion. Sacrifice.

It’s the worst day of Laryssa’s life when bandits snatch her beloved daughter Sofiya, carrying her away to places unknown. Vowing to save her, come what may, Laryssa sets off on a long and difficult journey to find the eighteen-year-old.

When she stumbles across a half ruined castle in the middle of a forest, she realizes she’s found the very place where Sofiya is being held by four men. In desperation, Laryssa begs to be allowed to stay with them, to cook and clean, and even offers her body for use to the leader of the gang, a man called Bhodan. Not knowing who she really is, he grudgingly accepts.

Bhodan is a dark man with a troubled past. With livid scars marring his otherwise handsome features, he is gruff, ruthless, and cold. Somehow Laryssa, the woman he has employed to cook and clean for himself and his men, and to service him sexually whenever he desires it, manages to see past his harsh exterior. Her growing attraction to him is undeniable, and no one is more surprised than Bhodan himself to discover that he is beginning to reciprocate those feelings.

Sofiya is not the only girl to have been captured by the gang; Hanna, a girl close to her in age, was already being held when Sofiya arrived. Laryssa is desperate to rescue them both, but knows she must bide her time until the moment is right.

When the four men decide to leave the women alone to go thieving, Laryssa sees her chance. However, she is unprepared for the emotional dilemma she will face when only one of the men – Bhodan – returns. He is badly wounded, and she finds herself unable to leave him alone, as he will undoubtedly die.

Torn between the love of her daughter and the passion Bhodan has awakened in her, Laryssa faces a tough choice. Should she send Sofiya and Hanna back to their village alone to face their demons, or should she accompany them and risk losing what could well be her last chance of experiencing boundless passion and love after years spent alone? Can she forgive Bhodan for what he has done in the past, or will she decide that her daughter’s happiness is more important than her own?

Publisher’s Note: This tale, set in Eastern Europe in the mid 19th century, is one of passion, sacrifice and hope, in an age where poverty made life a daily struggle to survive. It contains some explicit sexual scenes, including spanking, as well as erotic horror themes. If such material is likely to offend you, please do not purchase this book.

NOTE: This is a newly edited and greatly revised and expanded version of a book previously released under the same title.

There was something about Laryssa that set his body alight, like no other.

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Excerpt 1 (PG)

She reached the heavy oak door and tugged the bell pull, the sound echoing in the corridors beyond. For a long time it seemed as though the bell was going to be ignored, but eventually the woman heard a shout from above. Looking up she saw a man staring down at her from an open window.

“What do you want woman? Why are you ringing the bell? Be gone with you.” His voice was cold and harsh.

“Sir, I beg you, please let me in and listen to what I have to say.”
Cruel laughter came down from above. 
“You can beg all you want, but you have nothing to say that we would want to hear. Be gone with you before I come down and beat you and throw you to the wolves.”

She heard a second voice. “Who are you shouting at brother? Who is outside?”
“No one to concern us, Bhodan. Just a mad woman who is begging us to let her in.”

“Begging us, eh? Now that is something that we have never seen here, a woman begging to come inside. Usually they are begging to leave. I must come and see what sort of crazy woman we have at our door.”

A second face appeared at the window above, but it was too dark to make out his features. He peered through the gloom, trying to see the woman’s face in the dark below. Then he disappeared. A few moments later the heavy oak door creaked and groaned as it opened and a man appeared carrying a lantern.

The woman looked wearily at him and tried to suppress a feeling of revulsion when she saw his face in the lantern’s light. Here was a man who might once have been handsome, but whose appearance was savagely mutilated by two livid scars that crossed his face. He looked about forty and had jet-black hair with a few streaks of grey and dark eyes, and was slim but with broad, powerful shoulders.

He recognized the look of horror that the woman was unable to hide completely. It was a look that he had come to know so many times over the years since he was so disfigured as a young man. His voice lashed out harshly.

“So, do you still want to come inside, woman? Do you want to come forward and take a closer look?”

The woman was momentarily struck dumb, but seeing that the man was about to close the door she found her voice. “Sir, I beg you. Will you please give me shelter? I fear I will die out here.”

“And you think that is of any concern to us? You have not walked here unintentionally. The road ends here. There are no other dwellings. Speak quickly before I close this door.”

“Sir, I am a lonely widow. I have no home and no money and I have been thrown out of my village. I heard that you were outsiders too and I thought I might find shelter here for a while. I have skills. I can cook very well and sew clothes too. I can make your life here much more comfortable and I expect nothing except food and somewhere to sleep.”

The man had already begun to turn away. The woman was desperate. “I will even come to your bed if you wish.”

The man paused and a half smile came to his ravaged face. “My, my, you really are desperate aren’t you? Do you think you can look at this face while we are fucking? Or would you have to close your eyes?”

“Sir, all men look alike in the dark, as do all women. I am no beauty and my figure is no longer girlish, but I still feel passion in my loins and could satisfy a man just as well as a young woman, with the added advantage that I would cook you a tasty meal afterwards.”

He laughed, but the humour did not spread to his eyes.

She should hate him, but her body told her differently.

Excerpt 2 (R)

She was fairly certain that as long as she kept them content with her cooking, and Bhodan content in his bed, the men would allow her to stay until she had worked out a way of getting them all safely away from this place.

That night, Bhodan came for her again, but did not repeat the rough treatment of their last coupling. This time, he paused at the kitchen door and watched her combing her long hair, which she normally put up into a bun during the day. The anger and aggression previously in his face and demeanor had gone.

“Come. I want you.”

He wondered why, after just a short time, this woman was getting inside his head. Throughout most of his life, he had been careful to allow no one to penetrate the armor-plated exterior he had so carefully constructed. There had been many women over the years, and Laryssa was just one more. And yet, there was something about her, an indefinable ‘something’ that drew him to her. He liked her calmness, her bearing, her soft voice and, yes, her body, which responded so well to his touch, and which set his own body alight in ways he found unfamiliar and strange.

Laryssa followed him and, despite herself, couldn’t help a shiver of expectation pass through her body, the traitorous body that had been reawakened after its long slumber. Why was this man able to make her feel truly alive for the first time in her life? Even though she felt anger about being beaten the previous day, she was ashamed to admit to herself that there was a small part of her that had found the experience exciting.

“Take off your clothes.”
She did as she was told, feeling a tremble in her belly, not of fear, but of anticipation. “Turn around.”
She turned slowly, and Bhodan walked towards her and ran his hand down her back, and over the bottom he had so harshly beaten the day before. He was checking to see whether she still bore the marks. The bruising had faded somewhat, and there was no permanent scarring. He was relieved.

He pulled her backwards so her back rested against his chest, and ran his hands over her breasts before moving one hand slowly and gently down over her belly and over the lips of her sex.

Laryssa took a sharp breath as his fingers began to explore her moist, hidden parts, swirling around her clitoris until she longed for him to enter her. This man, with just a touch, was able to light a fire within her that she had never experienced before.

He bit her earlobe, and when he spoke, his voice was husky with desire. “Such a sweet body. No wonder the other women drove you away. They must have been afraid that their husbands would push you up against a tree to gain access to this hot little cunt whenever their backs were turned.”

Author Bio

I write erotic romances as Juliette Banks, but some of you may also know me as the author Rachel de Vine. I am British and live in a beautiful rural part of England. However, I also like travelling to remote and unusual parts of the world, and have visited places as diverse as Tibet, Bhutan, Peru, Namibia and China. Our world is so beautiful and I hope that it will always remain so, and I see myself as being so lucky to have the freedom to travel that was denied many previous generations. I hope I never take it for granted.

I write mainly romances, because I am an incurable romantic, and I write erotic romances because I am always attracted to the sexuality and sensuality that is within so many of us. I like to write about interesting characters who often have to survive life’s challenges before they can reach the happy ending they deserve.

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Thank you for inviting me to your blog, and I hope your readers will read and enjoy my book Snatched.

Juliette x