Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Punished Wantonness with The Duke's Prisoner and Kallista Dane on Wicked Wanton Wednesday

Today's Wicked Wanton guest hasn't visited for a while.  I'm glad to welcome back author Kallista Dane who has a brand new historical romance out for our reading pleasure, The Duke's Prisoner.  

I have to thank her for bringing along not only a wonderfully hot excerpt, but one that is educational too.  I often like to use the definition of a particularly interesting word from the blurb or excerpt in my post.  (Why? 'Cause its fun. I know I'm weird that way).  The fun word of the day is wantonness.  A yummy word, which brings up lewd images of lascivious, unrestrained sexual behavior, right?  

Imagine my surprise when I saw incontinence listed as a synonym.

Now, the nurse in me knows only one meaning for that word, so away I went to investigate.  

Incontinence is a noun that means lack of control. It could mean of speech, or of temper, but in this case, it refers to sexual appetite.  This is so much more fun than what I was thinking.  

Synonyms include: debauchery, lewdness, unrestraint, and yes, wait for it... wantonness.

So it seems I came full circle, and realized you do learn something new every day.  LOL

In this wonderful new erotic romance by Kallista Dane, Lady Arabella learns about wantonness through shameful climaxes, quivering desire, and a freshly spanked burning bottom. 
Lucky girl!  


The Duke's Prisoner
By Kallista Dane


Lady Arabella was only hoping for a little adventure when she persuaded her maid to take her place at a dinner party so she could explore Venice's famous Carnevale in defiance of her father's wishes, but then she came home to find her father murdered and her dream turned into a nightmare. To make matters worse, Arabella herself is accused of the crime and after a poor excuse for a trial she is condemned to the notorious prison of the Duke of Venice.

Just as despair threatens to overtake her, salvation appears in the form of Nicolo Sorenzo, the handsome young nobleman who spanked her soundly and then brought her to a shameful climax the previous night at the Carnevale. With the aid of a powerful government official, Nicolo has arranged for Arabella's release from prison, but the official's help comes at a high price.

In return for her freedom, Arabella will be required to pose for a series of scandalous paintings by Nicolo's mentor, a renowned artist. Each day, she will be stripped bare so that her helpless, virgin body may be teased unmercifully until she is left quivering with desire. Her wantonness will then be punished sternly, leaving Arabella with her cheeks blushing, her bottom burning, and her womanhood aching to be filled as her ordeal is captured on the artist's canvas.

Before long, however, Nicolo has fallen in love with Arabella, and his need for her becomes irresistible. Can he unravel the mystery of her father's death and clear her name, or will his decision to claim her as his own cost them both their freedom or even their lives?

Publisher's Note: The Duke's Prisoner includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.


Even through her gown, the warmth of his palm seemed to soothe the fire on her bottom, turning it into a spicy sting. She closed her eyes and gave a tiny moan. As though suddenly becoming conscious of what he was doing, Antonio stiffened and stopped stroking her bottom. He moved his other hand to tilt her chin up and she felt his lips touch hers. 

Arabella had never been kissed. Eyes still closed, she sighed and melted into his arms. Antonio deepened the kiss, his mouth covering hers completely. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He took two steps forward, trapping her against the wall of the building behind them. She could feel the heat from the hard bulge at his groin. He rearranged the voluminous cape he’d wrapped around her body to cover them both, then he opened his mouth and ran his tongue over her lips.

The sound of the orchestra in the piazza dimmed, the laughter and shouts of revelers disappeared. After all the unfamiliar yet highly erotic stimulations her body had been subjected to in the past few hours, every thought flew from her head. Her lips parted automatically, allowing him to slide his tongue in. When he did, she moaned again.

He took it as an invitation to continue. The tip of his tongue explored her mouth delicately, setting off another round of thrilling new sensations everywhere it touched. Arabella shuddered as a wave of arousal poured through her. Antonio slid both hands down to her bottom, lifted her off her feet, and plunged his tongue into her mouth. 

His fingers dug into her stinging backside. Instead of pain, a shocking bolt of lust shot straight to her belly. He pressed her against the building and ground his hips into her, all the while capturing her mouth with his probing tongue. Her body responded with a gush of dampness between her legs.

Antonio groaned, as though he’d caught the scent of her arousal. He shifted his grip and hiked her higher, running one arm under the curve of her bottom so it rested on his forearm. Then with his other hand, he gathered up her gown in front until his fingers grazed her bare thigh.
Arabella felt as though a stranger had taken over her body. Perhaps it was the spirit of the woman she’d pretended to be—the wild, sensuous Donatella. Whoever it was, however it had happened, the prim, shy English miss was gone. Though she knew it was wrong, she welcomed his touch, hungered for more. She knocked his hat off his head as she fisted her hands in his shoulder-length dark locks, writhing against him.

His hand slid between her legs, long fingers working their way up the inside of her thigh. When they came in contact with her womanhood, the raw, rough noise he made inflamed her passion even more. His hand worked its way through the soft tangle of curls. One fingertip slid between the silky folds of her sex. Arabella cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth capturing hers. He ran his finger into the tight opening. Farther than she’d ever dared to venture on the few occasions when she gave in to wickedness, all alone in her bed late at night. As he did, his tongue delved deeper, claiming her mouth. The inner walls of her slick channel spasmed and she squirmed in his arms, desperate to take him in a little more.

Antonio obliged her. Her passage was slick and his finger slid deeper, stroking its way along. Another round of spasms welled up inside her, rocking her body. Arabella thought she’d die from sheer pleasure. His mouth left hers. He started kissing his way down her neck while pumping his finger in and out. Panting for breath, she wrapped one leg around his hip and opened herself to him.

The raucous chatter of a group of masked revelers nearby shocked her back to her senses. Her eyes popped open and Arabella froze. Dear heaven, what was she doing? Acting like a fallen woman, a whore, out here where people could pass only a few feet away from them. A sudden thought struck terror into her heart. What if Papa walked by? 

She began struggling in Antonio’s arms, pushing him away. “You have to let me go! I can’t—”

“Sssh.” He bent to kiss her again, sliding his finger deeper inside. “It’s all right. They can’t see us. Trust me, cara. I want only to bring you pleasure.”

“No! You can’t! I can’t!” Horrified, she struggled even harder. “I’ve never done anything like this before!”




USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR Kallista Dane's romances have hit #1 on Amazon in Sci-Fi and Western categories, as well as bestselling lists in Historical, Contemporary, and BDSM Romance. She writes steamy love stories about strong, independent women tossed headfirst into danger and intrigue tangling with the hot Alpha males who appear in their lives to deliver a firm spanking when they expect it least and need it the most.

Kallista is happily married to her soul mate. He keeps her supplied with endless cups of cowboy coffee when she's writing and plenty of inspiration for her next naughty scene the rest of the time.

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Thanks for coming on today, Kallista.  Don't stay away so long!

Don't forget to mark your calendar for every Wicked Wanton Wednesday, but especially next week when my guest will be Maggie Carpenter who is going to take us someplace tropical.  

Have a totally wicked and wanton week!  - - Maddie

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