By Kryssie Fortune
Spartan Warriors 101
300 Spartan warriors held back the Persian hordes at Thermopylae.
We still remember them 7000 years later, but what made them so special? Their upbringing, of course.
At seven-years-old, Spartan boys were torn from their family and sent to the agoge—aka the harshest boy training academy ever. There, they were divided into herds or packs and lived under the care of a boy-herder. Life was harsh, comfortless, and cold. Family was a thing of the past. Loyalty belonged to the pack now. Otherwise, they wouldn’t survive.
At ten, the boys learned reading, writing, and dancing. Not ballet! Not ballroom. More movement with weapons so their attack moves became ingrained and instinctive.
Turning twelve deepened their misery. They went barefoot to toughen their feet, and their rations were cut to starvation level. Their hair was cut short and their clothes replaced with a single red cloak. Survival meant stealing food and clothing. The penalty for being caught, not for stealing, was a beating so severe some didn’t survive. Worse, the boys became the bed mate of a seasoned warrior. No choice. No refusal. No chance.
“Institutionalised pederasty,” Plutarch, an ancient Greek scholar, called it.
After thirteen years of brutality and torment, the could face anything the enemy threw at them. After all, their own society had already put them through hell.
Why my interest in Sparta?
Because one of the heroes in my book, Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf is one. Well, he was until he turned vampire. In the twenty-first century, he finds the one woman who makes him whole. His destined bride. Only how can he claim her when his demons want him dead?
CLAIMED BY THE VAMPIRE, SEDUCED BY THE WEREWOLF
Blurb
After seven centuries, Elias, a former Spartan turned vampire, finds his eternal bride.
Seth, Elias’s werewolf half-brother, scents his mate.
Vampire and werewolf loathe each other. The only thing they agree on is that Tempest is their mate–and they’re not sharing.
A prophecy will force Tempest, a twenty-first-century witch, to choose between them. As the half-brothers vie to win her heart, they teach her about spanking, the way pain heightens pleasure, and the joy of multiple orgasms.
A vampire can’t survive without his fated bride. A werewolf dies if he loses his mate. Their future rests in Tempest’s hands. Which one will she choose?
- Note: While loosely linked to the Scattered Siblingsseries, this book may be read as a standalone story
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Excerpt
Accepting his offer of coffee had been stupid. She knew that now. Eyes closed, she tried to picture Elias. Major fail. Her confused emotions showed Seth cradling her in his arms. She shouldn’t lust after him, not with Elias waiting for her at home.
Seth’s delicious scent—all fast-flowing rivers overlaid with the scent of ripening corn—pulled her in like a lure. His solid muscles made her want to run her hand down his torso. She loved his dimpled smile and kept stealing glances at his tempting lips. Part of her wanted to taste him right back. Damn it, I’m not a sleep-around kind of girl. With Seth, her wicked intentions punched a hole in her good-girl persona.
Determined to resist him, she shoved at his shoulder. Undeterred, he lowered his head toward hers. She ran her tongue over her lips and puckered up for him. Surely one kiss—one tiny taste—won’t hurt. Leaning toward him, she buried her hands in his curls and tugged him closer. He smiled as he moved in for his kiss, a butterfly caress that whetted her appetite and made her greedy for more. Kissing Seth seemed sensual and abandoned, a taste of forbidden fruit she couldn’t resist. Didn’t want to, really. One gentle sweep of his tongue over the seam of her lips, and she opened for him, inviting him into the damp heat of her mouth. Another moan escaped her, soft, low, and desperate. She needed him inside her, screwing her hard.
Pulling back, he cupped her cheek and gazed down at her face. His intensity, his need, and his determination to claim her showed in his eyes. She’d never felt so alive—and excluding last night—so desperate for sex.
As if in slow motion, he lowered his lips back to hers, plundering her mouth for kisses the way a pirate did treasure, and slid one arm beneath her thighs. He rose to his feet and sat her, legs open, on the table. She supported herself by putting her hands behind her as her legs dangled over the edge.
Seth shoved her skirt up her thighs, stood between her legs, and untied the bow on her blouse. The unadulterated joy in his gaze made her think of a little boy unwrapping a long-awaited Christmas present.
Thank the Goddess I’m wearing my raciest bra and panties. Her pulse rate rocketed as Seth kissed his way down her neck and ran his tongue over her breasts. It felt raspy and rough over her skin.
A needy shiver ran down her spine as he slid her blouse from her shoulders and unfastened her bra. She sat with her skirt pulled over her thighs and her torso bared for Seth’s delight. Forgetting everything except the deliciously sinful man who held her with reverent intent, she curled her arms around his neck. He’d protected her in the parking garage, comforted her, and now his lips dominated her into sweet submission. Head spinning, she clutched at his shoulders. Her pussy filled with her intimate juices, and her nipples stood like scarlet beads atop her generous breasts.
“More,” she gasped. “I need more. Make it hurt.”
Meet Kryssie Fortune
Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae, or BDSM loving dragons.
Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life – or Kryssie – throws at them.
Kryssie’s pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.
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Hi Madison. Thank you for letting me drop by. I’m lucky enough to have visited Thermopylae which probably explains my fascination with Spartans.
So happy to host you, Kryssie, and to learn about the Spartan history. I cannot wait to read your book. You have set up a situation that completely captured my imagination. How can you possibly resolve it?