Wickedly Yours
Erotic Romance Fiction Magazine
 SLAVES
OF LOVE
Elizabeth Batten-Carew
Genre: Futuristic
Format: eBook
ISBN: 1-59632-194-6
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From The Back Cover:
Shena lies to protect Keern from the tyranny of her father,
but when Keern’s brother dies at her father’s hand, Keern
believes Shena betrayed him. When he finally tracks her to the
auction block and buys her as his slave, will he find
satisfaction in exacting his revenge or will the overwhelming
sexual attraction pulsing through him make him slave to her
instead?
Meet The Author:
 I
live in Ontario, Canada with Mark, Matt and Jason (my husband and two
teen-aged sons – you thought it was exciting there for a minute, didn’t
you?). Other members of our little family are Tiara, Celeste and Star (my
three cats) and the spirit of Opal, recently departed but very deeply loved,
brother of Tiara.
I have been many things in my life: a daughter, a friend, a university
student, a woman, a knitter, a computer programmer, a mother, an animal
lover, a wife, a lover (isn’t it cute how I put the previous two in that
order). I am helpful, creative, passionate, and loving. I am adventurous and
curious. None of these define me, but all are facets of who I am and they
all shape my stories.
I write to be transported to somewhere new and different, while learning
about life, people, relationships, and the nature of the universe. I invite
readers to share my journeys and be carried along for the ride of their
lives!
Book Excerpt ~ Part One: Shena
stood totally naked on the high, rock ledge overlooking her favorite pond.
Her scratchy tunic and loose-fitting taygha pants sat in a heap on the grass
by the water, her plain white bra and panties tucked underneath. Two crimson
garals glided over the water on delicate, feathered wings. Others trilled in
the trees and a light breeze set the leaves aflutter, the gentle rustle
soothing to her soul.
This lovely spot had been her mother’s favorite place. Her mother had
died from an outbreak of Gahdagha flu, which had claimed the life of several
people in the county when Shena was only a year old. Coming here helped her
ground her emotions after dealing with her father’s foul moods.
She swallowed hard as she stared over the glittering water, barely seeing
it. Her face still smarted from his smack when she’d dropped a plate while
clearing the table after the midday meal. What bothered her most was the
fact he’d come at her with his fist clenched but, at the last minute,
hesitated then slapped her with the flat of his hand. A blow from his fist
would have left a black eye or split lip.
She’d noticed the trader ship arrive this morning – the second this week
– and couldn’t help thinking a mark on her face would make her a less
desirable commodity for the traders. Maybe her father intended to carry out
his threat this time. She had dashed out of the house as soon as she’d had a
chance, hoping if she kept out of sight he would forget how much she
displeased him.
To others, the arrival of a trader ship raised great excitement. The
marketplace would swell with exotic goods from many worlds alongside staples
necessary for the inhabitants of this small planet, Tarun, to survive. Shena,
however, had lived with her father’s threats far too long. One day if she
wasn’t terribly careful, he might actually carry out his threat to sell her
to the traders. Although slavery had been banned on most of the planets in
the coalition – including Tarun – E’Le’Dor, only a few star systems away,
still had a thriving slave trade.
Shena closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, allowing the sweet,
delicate fragrance of caulila blossoms to wash through her. The sun warmed
her body and a soft breath of air brushed across her skin. She smiled. This
is what heaven must be like. Sweat trickled between her breasts as she gazed
on the rippling water below, sunlight glistening off the surface. It
heartened her to know that such beauty existed in the world, even though
everyday life was so lacking in it.
She leaped head first from the rock, arms outstretched in front of her.
The coolness flowed across her naked body as she cut through the water, the
grime of sweat and apprehension sluicing from her. Her breasts tightened and
her nipples puckered into tight buds. She angled upward. Her head broke
through the surface of the water and she drew in a lungful of fresh air. She
floated on her back, the tips of her breasts poking up through the water.
The sun felt glorious on her face and she closed her eyes and emptied her
mind, enjoying the only real freedom she knew.
A snap startled her to alertness. Her eyes flicked open and she shifted
to a vertical position in the water, keeping her arms close as she treaded
water, attempting to cover herself. She searched the water’s edge with
thorough, sweeping glances, but saw no one along the sandy edge or within
the trees and bushes beyond the rocky shore.
At a rustling sound, her gaze snapped to the left. A dealla stepped from
between two trees and peered at her with wide, brown eyes, then dashed away
on its long, lanky legs.
That’s all it had been, she chided herself, still quivering. Just a timid
grazer. Not one of her father’s soldiers. She swam to the opposite shore and
pulled herself from the pool. Beads of water trickled down her limbs and
torso.
She dropped onto the small, secluded strip of beach and stretched out on
the warm sand. Her skin felt fresh and alive. It even glowed a healthy pink.
The decadence of the sun dancing across her body excited her. Her breasts
peaked and her thighs felt deliciously warm. Her fingers slid across her rib
cage, over the curve of a breast to her nipple, tight and aching, longing to
be touched. She dragged her fingertip over the pebbly aureola then across
the tight nub which felt like a round, soft bead. She loved how it hardened
when she touched it, the sharp pangs of excitement that jolted through her,
connecting straight to her lower regions. The inner muscles of her vagina
tightened and ached. The pace of her breathing increased.
She shouldn’t be doing this, but the intensity of the feelings in her
body, the need those feelings aroused, were too overwhelming to ignore. Who
would know, or care, what she did?
She cupped her breast, exulting in the feel of the nipple pressing into
the sensitive palm of her hand. Her other hand slid across her belly and
downward, pausing at the silky feel of her pubic hair. She stroked it,
smiling. Soft.
She cupped her other breast. Her face felt flushed. Her other hand
continued downward, across her inner thigh, then around the fleshy fold,
spiraling inward until finally she slid across the slick tongue. Her muscles
tightened as she focused on the intense feelings.
Her finger slid up to the small, hard button cradled in the folds. She
dabbed at it, then stroked once and almost cried out at the intense pleasure
it gave. The world faded around her as she settled deeply inside herself,
experiencing the stroking of her finger, the building of the heat within
her, the pleasure flooding through her.
Stronger and stronger. Higher and higher. It rushed through her like
white water in a torrential river. Her breathing, labored and harsh, rushed
through her lungs. She felt, rather than heard, the moan start in her
throat, then build to a crescendo as she exploded in a burst of pleasure.
She dropped back onto the sand, feeling the air flooding in and out of
her lungs, loving the languorous feeling of her body, replete, satisfied in
a pleasure of her own making. She stretched, then pushed herself to her
feet, knowing she should head home but reluctant to leave.
* * * * *
Keern sat beyond the bushes watching the beautiful wood nymph, his eyes
glazed over and his breathing slowly returning to normal.
He’d left the small space port in Dudane five long, hot hours ago. The
tedious trip had given him ample time to remember all the reasons he’d left
this backwater, technology-barren planet in the first place. He’d begun to
reconsider his sketchy plans to turn this visit for his brother’s wedding
into a permanent stay.
About an hour ago, he’d stopped at the secluded pond to fill his canteen.
When he’d heard a splash in the water, he’d cautiously approached to see who
was about and spotted this lovely, young woman swimming naked in the pool.
Suddenly, this outdated planet brightened with exciting possibilities.
Book Excerpt ~ Part Two: He hadn’t been able to drag his gaze from her. The sunlight had glistened on
her long, golden hair as it floated around her. He could see her creamy,
naked shoulders and the swell of her breasts above the water. Darg`ra,
his cock had leapt to attention immediately, confined painfully within his
black, leather trousers. Shet`ra, what did he expect? He hadn’t been
with a woman since Kolanna, the last in a long line of shallow, manipulative
women looking to him for excitement. His distinct, sexy accent, as women
described it, developed over fifteen years of travel across a myriad of
worlds, stirred their imaginations. They hoped for exotic gifts and travel
to far-off places, but their idea of luxurious, pampered trips did not match
the reality of his more basic lifestyle.
His knowledge and
understanding of extreme environments put him in high demand across the
sector. Anything from frozen tundra to desert inferno, if it was within the
range of human endurance, he could survive and navigate it. Most of his jobs
involved rescue and recovery. Sometimes training. From rich thrill-seekers
to troop commanders wanting him to lead survival courses.
Certainly, he knew how to
move through unfamiliar terrain quietly, yet when he’d seen the naked woman
in the water, his hormones had flared and he’d missed his footing and
tramped on a twig. She must have heard it snap because she’d glanced about,
searching for an intruder. Never shifting his gaze from her captivating
form, he’d sat down on a rock, ensuring he did not make another sound.
He didn’t usually spy on
naked women swimming in pools, but she was so beautiful he couldn’t help
himself. He’d held his breath as she’d pulled herself from the water,
revealing the full length of her totally naked body. Her breasts, generously
proportioned, curved upward, tipped by small aureoles with tight, hard
nipples. His gaze had drifted to the golden thatch of hair at the top of her
thighs and his throat had gone dry.
When she’d started exploring
her sexy, round breasts with her hands, pleasuring herself, he’d almost
groaned out loud. He’d had to hold himself down with a steel will to stop
himself from leaping from the bushes and joining her in pleasuring that
gorgeous body. He’d wanted to hear her moan from his touches.
When she’d reached down to
her private folds and stroked her damp crevice, he had almost burst at the
seams. In fact, he had taken out his cock, long and hard in a full erection,
and stroked it, trembling with the longing to drive it into her glistening
opening. He closed his hand around it, stroking back and forth as he watched
her, feeling the skin gliding over the hard muscle beneath, excruciating
need building within him. He wanted to take her, to fill her up and explode
within her in a mind-numbing ejaculation of pleasure.
But he had no right to
intrude on her privacy. He had no way of knowing if she would welcome him or
flee from him. His instinct told him she would flee. Although she looked
open and uninhibited, he somehow knew it was only because she was sure she
was alone.
This pond belonged to his
family, but they rarely visited here because it was on undeveloped land on
the outskirts of their property far from the house and the fields, and the
other landowners respected the boundaries of their neighbors.
The last thing he wanted to
do was cut short her incredible performance, but more importantly he didn’t
want to frighten her. So he moved his hand to the rhythm of hers, imagined
himself plunging into her as she moaned in pleasure, and burst in a fierce
ejaculation just as she cried out in climax.
Now he slumped back on the
ground, exhausted.
Once his breathing calmed
down, he slid his wilted member away and pulled himself to his feet. He
really should be on his way, but as he watched her extend her arms in a
long, languorous stretch, then push herself to her feet, he decided to stay
and see if she would dive into the water again. The beauty of her agile,
curvaceous form, gliding through the air, then cutting through the water,
was sheer poetry.
Suddenly, the hair at the
back of his neck prickled. Had he heard horses? Quietly, he pushed through
the underbrush, leaving the lovely nymph behind as he headed toward the
road. He raced to the peak of the hill leading to the quiet spot and saw a
wagon of soldiers heading this way. Karg’ra, what were they doing
here? At this distance, he couldn’t make out the crest on their uniforms,
not that he would necessarily recognize which of the landholders it
represented after more than a decade away.
The pond was not obvious from
the road, secluded behind trees and brush, so they weren’t coming here by
accident. Why would they be trespassing on his land? Did they know about the
young woman?
These soldiers didn’t look
like the type who would watch her quietly from a distance, and he couldn’t
stand the thought of these oafs catching sight of his lovely maiden, let
alone touching her with their large, rough hands.
He had to get back to his
wood nymph. He had to protect her.
Interview:
Wickedly Yours is pleased to bring you this interview with Elizabeth Batten-Carew...
What
makes you tick?
I would
say curiosity. I like to discover new things and try new stuff. I like to
understand how things work. I like to play with new ideas. I like to
create. I like to make up worlds and people. This was immensely important
to me in the high tech world I worked in for so long, and it is even more
important to me as a writer. It is my curiosity which had defined the kind
of person I am and the things I choose to do. I would go so far as to say
it is the purpose of my life: to follow my curiosity where it leads, and to
bring the results to others, whether it is to bring a wonderful computerized
system to someone to make his/her job easier or more exciting, or to bring a
wonderful story to a reader to bring enjoyment and maybe to see their life
or the world in a new way.
Tell us
about your current release?
“Slaves
of Love” is the most erotic story I’ve had published to date. At the same
time, I believe it is the most emotionally stirring. The hero, Keern, falls
in love with Shena very early on but then believes she betrays him, causing
the death of his brother. His love turns to hatred, or so he convinces
himself, and his single thought is to take revenge. When he discovers that
Shena had been sold to the slave traders by one of her late-father’s
soldiers, he follows her to another star system to buy her for his own.
Once he has her totally under his control, he will wreak the vengeance he
longs for.
Even
though I wrote the story and I have read it many, many, many times
(revisions!), it still stirs my passion every time I read it.
When
you write, do you like to play music?
In my
everyday writing sessions, I usually write in silence, but when I sit down
for a long, intense writing session I definitely like to have music.
It can be anything from Reiki or other New Age music to Mozart to jazz to
love songs to the stuff my teenagers like. I find much of the Evanescence
music quite haunting and songs like Boulevard of Broken Dreams send my
emotions into a spin. One of my sons buys a lot of soundtracks from video
games and some of them are quite beautiful (e.g. Reminiscence from Suikoden
2.) It's a whole genre on its own. I'm not talking Mario Brothers or Donkey
Kong, but quite rich, complex music.
Do you
have any rituals you follow before you start writing? Besides playing
music, do you do anything to set a mood?
A ritual
that really works for me is doing a five minute meditation or five minutes
of Chi Kung (or Qi Gong – same thing apparently). With the latter, I do one
specific exercise called Wu Chi, which is essentially standing in a specific
position. During either of these, I think about an intention, like
finishing my current story or working through the plot issues causing me
grief.
I’ve only recently started
doing this ritual and I forget more often than not because I really want to
get on with the writing. I know that sounds silly, but sometimes it’s hard
to convince yourself that something really works, even though I see the
quality and quantity of my writing increase every time I do it.
Another thing I like to do is
light candles. I sit in a big easy chair with my notebook computer on my
lap when I write and I keep several crystals around me. especially my large,
rose quartz sphere, which represents passion, set on a stand of three
dragons (which is just fun!)
Do you use any creativity techniques to help in the
writing process?
I read a lot about creativity
and use all kinds of techniques, whatever appeals to me in my current
phase. One book I’ve found quite helpful discusses how to use both sides of
your brain in the writing process. Other creativity books give techniques
to open your mind to new ways of looking at things.
A very simple, but effective
technique I use is doing a list of 20. For example, when I’m stuck for an
idea of what should happen in a scene, I’ll make a list of things that might
occur given the situation. It’s difficult to list 20 different things, but
it’s important to push through to the end. After about 7, I run out of
ideas. All the obvious things have been listed. At that point, I have to
push myself, but eventually the ideas flow again. Usually, I go great until
about 15 and I get stuck again. At this point, I really have to push,
usually breaking through some barrier, then the really good ideas come.
It’s like de-cluttering your brain.
Several months ago, I started
using Tarot cards to help create and flesh out my characters. Recently, I
started using spiritual archetype cards instead, though I still use the
Tarot cards but now for helping with specific scenes that I’m finding
difficult. I’ve just bought some fairy cards and Wiccan cards and I’m going
to see how they work for me.
Also, as I mentioned before,
I often use music, candles and crystals to generate a creative environment
around me when I write.
Is
there a favorite story that you have written, that has special significance
for you, or has touched you heart in a special way?
“Darkest
Nyte” would be that piece. It
is an urban fantasy.
Lucinda is a 300-year-old wizard who offers her magical services on a
consulting basis. If someone has cast a spell or curse on you or your
family, she's the one to talk to. In Lucinda's universe, wizards can be born
of human parents or wizard parents. Every wizard born of human parents is
assigned a mentor by Fate, a wizard with whom they will form a lifetime love
bond.
When a new wizard is
born to humans, the mentor wizard receives The Call and they watch over the
child from a distance until the change occurs at puberty. Lucinda is blown
away when she receives The Call to mentor a new wizard. She was born of
human parents so that should never happen. When she follows the magical
thread to the source of The Call, she finds a full-grown, and quite naked,
man with amnesia. Things become even more perplexing when her own mentor,
Rand, tells her the man, whose name is Nyte, is a powerful wizard from the
past, and is extremely dangerous.
Lucinda has been
with me since my university years. She first showed herself when I played
Dungeons and Dragons, the role playing game, with friends. I played a first
level wizard and the name Lucinda came to me. Many years later, when I
started writing, I took a short story writing class. The instructor told us
to make up some characters and I started with a teacher and a student (not
feeling very creative that day) and as the instructor went around the room
asking people to tell us about their characters, I wound up changing them to
be a first level wizard and ranger. She told us to write a two page story
using our characters and I wrote the story of Lucinda evolving from first
level to second level wizard.
My very first
published work, a year after I started writing, was a novella I wrote where
Lucinda, while helping a client, clashes head on with Rand. It's a straight
urban fantasy (no romance). That publisher then asked me to write the story
of when Rand and Lucinda first met. Unfortunately, the publisher went under
before the second novella was published. Ever since then (ten years ago), I
have wanted to write the romance that would pair Lucinda with her beloved.
Thus, Darkest Nyte was born.
By the way, ”Darkest Nyte” was recently
released as a paperback from New Concepts Publishing. It can be found in
Waldenbooks or at that NCP website at:
www.newconceptspublishing.com/darkestnyte.htm
What is your writing schedule like?
Schedule? Gee, that would be
great. My physiology doesn’t understand schedules. I write in the
afternoon, or in the evening, or at night. Sometimes overnight. I try to
get away twice a year to do a concentrated week of writing. When I do that
I write fifteen hours a day and usually do the first draft of a book.
Typically, I try to write a
couple of hours every day while the kids are at school, but I find that no
day or week is typical so this varies a lot.
What is your favorite
quote and who said it?
Okay, I
liked this one before it became popular with the movie Coach Carter.
“Our greatest fear is not
that we are inadequate. Our greatest fear is that we are powerful beyond
measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.”
(Nelson Mandela in his 1994
Inaugural Address)
It resonates within me. I
believe we are all capable of great things if we allow ourselves to accept
the power within us.
Please
tell us about your next release.
My next
release is an erotic SciFi romance called “The King and I” which is the
first story in a series called “Celestial Soul-Mates”.
Picture it. You’re at a
luxury resort and you’re chatting with the other four women who also won
this vacation when you find yourself swept away to an alien spacecraft where
some deranged, but quite hunky, alien tells you you’re his soul-mate. Once
you let down your guard, you find the sex is fabulous, but is it worth
giving up your home and everything you know and love?
The current series consists
of five stories, one for each woman kidnapped. “Celestial Soul-Mates: THE
KING AND I” is scheduled to be released from New Concepts Publishing in
mid-November.
I also have a Christmas story
coming out in early December from New Concepts Publishing called Christmas
Angel.
Watch for these stories at:
www.newconceptspublishing.com/elizabethbattencarew.htm
Or access them though my
website at:
www.ElizabethBC.com
www.BestRomanceAuthors.com
What
new projects do you have on the go?
I’ve just
finished a book about twin brothers, a heroine who wants her boyfriend to
act out her sexual fantasy of making love with a stranger, and a mistaken
identity. I am sending it out to NY publishers to see if they might be
interested in it for one of the new erotica lines.
I am in the middle of writing
a book about a witch named Aura set in today’s world. At the urging of her
best friend, Aura casts a lust spell on a handsome new tenant in her
building who, unbeknownst to her, is a warlock. Xei (pronounced Shay) is
part of the Human Protection League, a group of witches and warlocks who
dedicate themselves to protecting humans from unscrupulous magic users who
would manipulate them. Although in casting a spell of lust Aura has not
broken any official rules of their society, Xei does not condone her
behavior. He decides to play along as though spellbound and pushes her
sexual barriers in his quest to teach her a lesson. It makes for a wild and
erotic ride!
How can readers reach you?
Readers
can visit my website at:
www.ElizabethBC.com
www.bestromanceauthors.com (same site)
or email me at:
ElizabethBatten-Carew@sympatico.ca
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