By Rollin Hand
I’m here today on Cara Bristol’s blog to talk about my latest book. Thanks, Cara, for the opportunity to tell everyone about The Princess and the Outlaw.
The Princess and the Outlaw is a swashbuckling tale set in an imaginary medieval kingdom. The story is about an attempt by villainous conspirators to murder the king, Robert Greystone, and usurp the crown. In order to do this, they devise a plan to kidnap the king’s only child, his daughter Princess Juliet, and replace her with an imposter. This leads to a role swap by the female leads reminiscent of Mark Twain’s The Prince and the Pauper, as Scarlett, an orphan girl is substituted for the princess.
Here is the blurb:
Treachery is abroad in the land, and the kingdom’s royal princess is on the run, torn away from the pampered life she has always known. Her only salvation lies with a notorious outlaw in the depths of a dark forest. Though she is accustomed to giving commands rather than obeying them, the princess soon learns that in this outlaw’s realm disobedience brings swift chastisement. But to the amazement of the princess, this roughhewn rogue’s affront to her royal person fans flames of desire which threaten to burn out of control.
At the palace the princess once called home, an imposter sits on the throne, an orphan convinced by the evil Red Countess that what she does is for the good of the kingdom. Even as the peasant learns to play the role of a princess, doubts surface in her heart and she begins to question everything she has been told. When a visiting knight starts to ask the same questions, she wonders if he can be trusted, but she quickly discovers that whether she trusts him or not, he is more than ready to compel her cooperation with a firm hand applied to her bare bottom.
The courage and wits of all four—the princess, the orphan, the outlaw, and the knight—will be needed to overcome the dark shadow imperiling the kingdom, for danger lurks at every turn and the wrath of the Red Countess will surely fall upon those who oppose her plans.
Publisher’s Note: The Princess and the Outlaw is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, sexual scenes, exhibitionism, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
The Princess and the Outlaw excerpt
Hours later, she awoke. From the light it looked like midday. Her core was now well warmed, and she bathed languidly in the heat radiating from her protector’s body. Part of her wanted to stay this way forever and never move. But alert now, she became aware of his touch. Roland was half asleep and his hands moved across the front of her body, brushing the nipples of her breasts. He shifted slightly and she felt a length of hardness pushing into the split between the cheeks of her buttocks. An insistent pulse arose from somewhere deep inside her. A curious wetness seeped between her legs. She rubbed herself against him and a surge of pleasure shot through her. She realized she wanted this man. She wanted him now. She wanted him in the way a woman wants a man. The pulse was growing stronger. Her body throbbed with desire. Resolving to deny herself no longer, she twisted her body around until she was facing Roland. At that moment his eyes fluttered open.
“Are you …?” he started to say.
“Sh-h-h,” whispered Scarlett. She pressed her lips to his, lightly at first, then hard. Her mouth opened and her tongue flicked against his lips. When his mouth yielded in response, his tongue sought hers. Scarlett pressed her breasts against his chest. Roland reciprocated by tightening his arms around her shoulders, drawing her into an ever more intimate embrace. His hands thrilled her as they roved gently down the length of her body, touching here, caressing there. She winced as he squeezed her bottom. He felt her body react and he stroked her gently there.
“We’ll get some witch hazel for that,” he murmured.
“I don’t care,” said Scarlett. “I just want you. I want you inside me.”
Scarlett shifted so that she lay beneath him. She opened her legs. Roland took a hand away to make an adjustment to his clothing and she felt his hardness. She explored beneath the blanket with her hand and grasped his maleness, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from Roland. Hitching herself up, she guided it between her legs until the head was at the entrance to her womanly portal.
“Now. Now,” she whispered.
The man needed no further urging. With one hand beneath her he pushed his hips forward. She felt the length of him sliding in and she threw her head back, marveling at the surge of intense pleasure she felt. He didn’t stop until he was inside her to the hilt. He began to grind his hips in tiny movements that generated a delicious friction and she moaned. Scarlett gave herself to him completely. He could do anything he wanted.
He withdrew part way, then thrust. Then again and again. It was slow at first, a sort of ecstatic torture for Scarlett, but in moments she was lost in a delirium of pleasure that flowed over her in waves, each one bigger than the last. The thrusts came faster and harder. Scarlett’s body reacted, moving to the rhythm he established. Soon they were locked in that ancient dance, their bodies slapping together in wild synchronization. His eyes found hers and he gazed into them intently as if trying to read her responses to his lovemaking. But Scarlett was gone. The things he was doing to her. While his erection created surges of pleasure, his fingers squeezed her nipples and he smothered her neck with kisses. Finally she could stand no more and something burst inside her. It rose then crested like the largest wave of all, breaking over her in an all-consuming, thundering crash of passion. She felt Roland’s pace quicken, too, until his body went stiff, every muscle straining as his hips jerked wildly and the warmth of his seed flooded her.