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THE RUSSIAN BRIDE

February 8, 2017

 

 

My new book, The Russian Bride, is being published by Blushing Books on March 8, and I am looking forward to sharing it with you. Here is a look at the blurb, and a couple of excerpts to tempt you.

 

WARNING: This book contains graphic descriptions of a Russian orgy, and if this offends, please do not read on. Strictly for 18 + only.

 

Grigory’s special parties involved far more than champagne and canapés.

 

Blurb

 

Natasha, a Russian-born girl 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, Russia. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him. He kidnaps her instead.

 

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 when she turns nineteen, but he shows her the type of life he lives by taking her to orgies, held by his friend, and tells her that this is what she can expect as his wife.

 

All turns sour, however, and Natasha has to flee for her life on a visit to London and a London businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk his all to rescue her from this man.

 

Her wedding dress was demure, but underneath she had a bare, spanked bottom.

 

Excerpt 1 (PG - 13)

 

 

He wasn’t sure what exactly he was looking for in a woman, just that he hadn’t found it yet, and he sometimes wondered if he ever would.  He wanted a woman who was strong, intelligent and independent, and yet he also wanted a woman who would happily subjugate herself to him in the bedroom; who would agree to be spanked and restrained, and yet still keep a mind of her own.  It was a conundrum that he was not sure could be solved.  Most submissives he encountered were just that, submissive, timid even; but women who were too timid and who agreed to everything he suggested without question, didn’t appeal to him.  Perhaps he needed a woman with a split personality.  What was it that a wife of a famous rock star once said?  To keep your man you must be a maid in the living room, a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom.  Well he could afford to employ both a maid and a cook, so his particularly selfish desire was a woman who could be an elegant and interesting companion in his business and social activities, and a submissive whore in his bedroom.  Clearly, he thought, I am just too damned choosy.

Natasha ate her food as though someone was going to take the plate away from her any moment, hardly looking up as she forked it eagerly into her mouth, while James sipped his coffee and studied the young woman in front of him.  She had beautiful blue eyes, which he noted on the rare occasions that she looked up from her plate.  Her lips were plump and looked eminently kissable, should he feel so inclined, and her face was heart-shaped, with prominent cheekbones.  Even in the state she was in now, she was undoubtedly a beautiful woman.  Scrubbed up and wearing a designer dress and diamond earrings, she would be stunning.  What on earth had happened to reduce this woman to the desperate circumstances she was in now?  Would she tell him?  Did he really want to know?  Or should he just give her some money and be on his way?

 

“So, my little English Miss is studying my erotic books, is she?”

 

Excerpt 2 (PG - 13)

 

He wasn’t sure what had woken him.  It was still dark, but a little light was coming from down the hall, which he could see under the door.  Was Natasha all right?  Was she in the process of walking out with his expensive music system and his other toys?  Should he leave his warm and comfortable bed to check?  His eyes went to the bedside radio alarm, which showed a time of three-thirty.  He was about to fling back the bed cover when the door opened, and framed in silhouette, and naked, was Natasha.  He laid absolutely still, his eyes open, and looked at her.  Was she sleepwalking?  It was hard to tell because her face was not visible in the very low light.  She didn’t move, just stood frozen, like a statue, as though waiting for him to react.  As enticing as she was, James was not going to fuck this woman until he learned a little more about her.

“Go back to bed, Natasha.  We can talk in the morning.”

Silently she withdrew from the room and the door was quietly closed.  Just seeing her like that had made him hard, but he was tired and desperate for sleep, so he ignored it and turned over in bed.  

 

Viktor took her to a dark and frightening place. It was the love of James that saved her.

 

Excerpt 3 (NC - 17)

 

Natasha was not afraid, or nervous. After all, Viktor said that he wouldn’t expect sex until they were married, and she had heard him tell Grigory that she was off-limits tonight. Instead she felt excited, right throughout her body and especially down in the special place between her legs, and she wasn’t sure why. Sex was something she had given little thought to in her life so far. True, the girls at school used to pass around naughty stories and giggle, and a few of the bolder and more sophisticated girls even claimed to have done the deed and lost their virginity. But she was certain that none of them would have been to a place like this. She wondered what was to happen next. She was soon to find out.

Moments later, one of the men stood and led his slave on her hands and knees into the middle of the room, before taking a blindfold from his pocket and fastening it on the woman. She was dressed in a black corset that pushed her breasts up like ripe peaches, and a barely there thong. He then walked her around the circle, stopping briefly in front of each of the men present, allowing them to reach out and run their palms down her rump, or slide them along her back. One slipped his hand between her thighs, pushing her thong to one side, and exclaiming to the men present “She is very wet already. She is more than ready for mounting.”

Her Master asked the man, “Do you wish to mount her?”

“I do believe I do,” was the response.

The man, who was in a dinner suit, like the others, simply opened the fly of his trousers and out sprang a large, erect cock. He moved to the back of the woman, knelt down on a cushion provided by someone, and without further ado, plunged himself inside her.

 

The beautiful Natasha attracted the rich and the powerful to her side, but it was love she craved.

 

My book hasn't yet been edited, so there may be some slight changes in the final work.

 

See my Facebook page for The Russian Bride at  

 

https://www.facebook.com/juliettebankstherussianbride/ 

 

where buy links will be posted when known

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