Welcome to Prince for Sale 2.0! Fully re-edited, and with a beautiful new cover. If you have the e-book you can update it on Amazon at no charge. I’m getting ready to launch The Prince’s Fate (coming soon!) and the new cover is part of that. Hope you like it!
Newsflash! Live Reading Feb 25th
Hi Friends, Just a short note to let you know that my wonderful and talented narrator Matt Haynes will be reading a short extract from Prince for Sale on Monday night in Portland, Oregan (USA). The event is called Stand up Smut and takes place at Nalu Kava bar. It’s a low-key, alcohol-free adults only evening. If anyone local can attend on short notice, I would LOVE to hear how it went. |
Water
Another outtake of Vell and the Ranger, featuring an early morning encournter. This takes place immediately after Vatnsandur – One Year Later so you might want to read that one first.
Continue reading “Water”Horizon
Reader request for a scene from Vell’s life as Hreidmar’s slave before he was rescued by Lonn.
Continue reading “Horizon”Vatnsandur – One Year Later
This story takes place before the events of the book Prince for Sale, when Vell was still a prince of Otharn. It was inspired by Vell’s telling of his past with the mysterious ranger in the forests of Otharn:
Vell lay back and stretched out on the bed, damp hair spread out on the pillow. “When I was younger, I often explored the forests of Otharn alone, looking for herbs and springs, ancient trees and secret places. I met a forest ranger, much older than I, he found me bathing in a pool. He looked at me as the hunter looks at the deer, and we came to an understanding. I ran from him, naked on my bare feet. He hunted me through the forest, and brought me down, bound me and kept me at his camp. He had me as he wished, and called me Vatnsandur, which means water spirit.”
A Day in the Workshop
An out-take from Prince for Sale inspired by this extract from the book:
Even when David had bound him over a bench in the workshop and kept him there all day, using him whenever he wanted, and ignoring him the rest of the time, Vell had only ever signaled green, green, green.
Adults only!
Continue reading “A Day in the Workshop”