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    Forced Bride
    Forced Bride
    Forced Bride
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    Forced Bride

    By Daisy Rose

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    The stars in Cornelia's world are aligning against her. Her modeling career comes to an abrupt end after a horrific accident and her fiancé jilts her right after. So she does the cowardly thing.

    She runs somewhere far away, where nobody knows her name.

    Cornelia finds work as a companion to a king of the Moroccan deserts. But the journey there adds complications that she is completely unprepared for. A savage beast of the scorching heat steals her heart and intends to take her for himself.

    Will she be able to resist his advances? Will she be able to handle his explosive desires? Or will she run away again, even before she reaches the king?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDaisy Rose
    Release dateJan 24, 2016
    ISBN9781524240837
    Forced Bride
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    Daisy Rose

    Daisy Rose is a lover of hucow, exhibitionism, domination, taboo erotica and any combination thereof.She particular enjoys placing her main characters in unlikely situations that will excite and arouse her readers to the likes of which have never been experienced before. Follow Daisy's Twitter @DaisyRoseWrites or email her at daisyrosewrites@gmail.com!In her free time, Daisy experiments with the toys her master brings for her and finds new ways to get away with bending the rules... or get caught and suffer the consequences. It's a win-win either way.

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      Forced Bride - Daisy Rose

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      He chuckled softly and leaned his robed head against the padded seat. What an ignorant fool you are.

      Better a fool than a slave, I said softly, feeling a budding anger towards this strange man who seemed to hold no compassion for an innocent traveler who had no experience on his lands.

      A slave? the corner of his lips curved upwards scornfully and I knew I had hit a nerve with the insult. I had better stop while I was ahead, but the annoyance of being ushered around like a little girl without a say in anything had started to gnaw on me. I had hoped for a kindly companion who would prepare me for what was ahead. Instead, I had an arrogant, ill-behaved man who thought himself so much better than me that he would not even bother to tell me his name.

      Is that not what you are? I continued, giving him a look of cool scorn. I sounded more composed than I felt. Even through the modernization in the East, I knew that men here were not used to women being less than complacent.

      The rattling of the train warned me to stay in my seat as it started moving.

      You act all high and mighty, but you answer to your king's orders, or any order from the highest bidder, don't you? I added scornfully. Just because I'm a woman, you think you can treat me any way you like, but with the powerful men, you are nothing but a slave.

      He was on me in the blink of an eye, hands on my neck, threatening to snap it at his will. It wasn't hard enough to cut of circulation, but it was tight enough to warn me that if I were to continue, he could do a lot more than circle his fingers around my fragile neck.

      Did I strike a nerve? I mocked. I wasn't completely sure if I had a death wish. Never in my life had I talked to someone like that, but there was just something about him that made me want to tear him down. Perhaps he reminded me of my ex-fiancé. He thought himself powerful enough to toy with people, just as he was toying with me.

      Yes, he growled, eyes like oceans on fire. And his lips were on me savagely, a scorching heat the burned as much as it consumed. My heard thundered louder than the wheels of the train and his hands moved from my neck down to my shoulders, slipping past my dress and touching flesh that had never been touched before.

      I couldn't help the strangled moan that escaped my lips. The animosity between us turned into desire unlike anything I have ever felt. And as the train plunged into the shadows of a tunnel, I felt the last of my resolve go with the light and lost myself into the passionate kiss of his soft lips...

      Spiral To Hell The Deserts

      The warm, beery atmosphere embraced me as I sat in the stool and enjoyed my drink. Enjoyed was too strong of a word. Tolerated, perhaps. It was a strong drink, but not strong enough to get me drunk. I needed to pace myself, lest I knock myself out.

      There was nobody left to catch me if I fell.

      I longed for a companion to share the night with, but even that was a thing of the past.

      Someone called out a name and I turned expectantly, though I quickly realized that it was not my attention they were trying to get. My five seconds of fame was over.

      It was hard to hear exactly what anyone was saying amidst the low grumble of pub conversation, but his attention was on the performer on the stage.

      The guitar player waved a hand at his friend in acknowledgement, then blew out a tendril of cigarette smoke from the corner of his lips. It curled around his face before floating into the ceiling, dissipating completely before it reached the top. I watched as he cleared his throat and took a sip of water. Then, he started strumming on his guitar, adding a low hum and melody to the peaceful buzz in the pub.

      Penny for your thoughts? the bartender surprised me by asking as he handed me a drink that I did not ask for.

      A penny? Was that all my thoughts were worth these days?

      Thanks, Donny, I murmured as I took the drink. I had been going to the same pub for the past two years. This was, perhaps, the first time I had come alone to his bar. He had probably realized something was amiss.

      What's the matter? he asked, trying to prompt me into a conversation. I wasn't sure if I was ready to spill my life story to him. I knew it would be a momentary reprieve before turning into regret. The city runs on gossip. He may not know who I was but he would find out soon enough. Then he'd be all over the news with a personal insight to the story of my life.

      He waited patiently for me to tell him. Expectant. He had probably read about it from a tabloid magazine already. Or perhaps some of his patrons had clued him in that I was no longer a model. It was probably that he even knew that I was no longer engaged to the famous defense lawyer, David Law.

      You know, there's a job that I think might do you good, he said abruptly, taking out a magazine from under the counter and setting it in front of me. Gone was the question of whether he knew who I was. There was no doubt in his mind or mine about that.

      All at once, my attention was no longer idle and I was gazing at a paragraph that he had circled out for me with a bright red marker. It was quaintly worded and looked a little lost in the midst of the high end dresses and heels.

      It was a job advertisement looking for a young woman to live abroad in the capacity of companion. The magazine itself looked a little dated. The shoes and dresses were obsolete.

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