Serena jumped, as his hand made contact with her left cheek. She heard the sound; felt the jiggle of her ass, her head whipped up and arced back from its resting position. She knew he was appraising himself; no doubt that one left a beautiful mark. She only wished she could see it. Then a flash. He took a picture? Next, she heard him drag out and fumble through the box of toys from under the bed.

The soft velvety paddle moved along her ass, he ran it along her back, down her outer thigh.

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Sometimes I think editing is taking forever, but then I need to remind myself it's a long book. I am sort of a perfectionist and it will take me awhile to be happy, and make sure readers are happy. So here is a snippet between the main character Sara and well you will find out...

EXCERPT:
Sara's family would be coming for a visit soon, but she felt lonelier then ever. She couldn’t believe she'd been there four months. She washed her face, washing the redness from her pale skin. She stood in the shower again. She felt dirty and disgusting and wanted to wash the sweat from her skin. She peeled the gown from herself like a petal from a rose. She came out in only a towel to find an unexpected visitor.

“Can I help you?” Sara asked dumping her from her vanity seat like she was a cat. “I don’t have much in this world anymore, but privacy is one thing I’d like to keep,” Sara said irritated.

“Hey you asked for me.” This woman replied smacking her lips. Sara looked at her as she was picking up her things on the vanity.

“I just wanted to know why. Why you and Thomas…” Sara dropped off the words and looked at her brush as she sat in her chair.

“Why we fucked?” Gerilynn’s words were like poison in Sara’s ears. She put her leg up on Sara’s vanity stool beside her hip. The words cut through Sara and she promised herself she wouldn’t cry, not in front of this grotesquely ugly woman. Sure, her body was nice, but her face was misshapen. Weird somehow, like she had too many surgeries in the Before World. Maybe it was that Sara knew what she did that made her so ugly to her.

“I want to know if yes indeed, you did have sex.” She looked at her. “And if Thomas called for you." Sara brushed the remaining snarls from her hair, using the pain from that to cover the pain in her heart.

“No. I make my rounds every night. See who might need company. Normally, it’s the King first. Then I attend to the son’s.” She picked up Sara’s hair admiring the inky blackness. Sara smacked her hand away. “You don’t like my job? That I use my body to get what I want? I still don’t have all the frilly fru fru things that you have. I’ve been here years and you get this desk for made out of the finest wood and ivory, brushes, and combs,” she scathed.

“Riches and jewels aren’t important to me,” Sara replied sharply. “I came from a poor family. A fishing town and I’ve lived in the woods since, well you know. I didn’t ask for this. I’m pretty much a prisoner.” She stood upset with herself, allowing this woman to get under her skin. She nearly knocked her chair over.

“You could do worse,” Gerrilynn said annoyed, barely acknowledging her anger.

“What than a man who can’t be honest with me? Who’s bound by tradition to not stand up for me? Who says he loves me then sleeps with you?” she said angrily crossing her arms.


Hope you enjoyed this little snippet...remember this is Fantasy...not like my erotica. There is definitely a love interest in this one though.