Greta van der Rol–Black Tiger Interview

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Good morning all! I have with me today, Greta van der Rol, who has stopped by to share her new book, Black Tiger, and answer a few questions for us. Links to purchase this book will be found at the bottom of the post, so settle in and enjoy yourselves!

Blurb

He haunts the jungle – and her dreams

When Dr. Sally Carter travels to India to regroup from a broken heart the last thing she wants is to fall in love. But Raja Asoka (Ash) Bhosle is entirely too attractive to ignore, even though she knows it can only end in tears. Hers.

Ash guards his forest and the precious creatures within it, protecting the rare tigers from mindless slaughter, and a secret that lives in legend. From the moment he sets eyes on the Australian doctor, he wants her, even over the objections of his mother and the unsuitability of her cultural heritage.

While Ash fights tiger poachers, Sally struggles against cultural prejudice. Can the Legend of the Black Tiger be the bond that brings them closer together, or will it be an impossible belief that rips them apart. The closer Sally comes to understanding what the legend means, the more frequent the nightmares become. Is she losing her sanity, or is there more to Sally than she herself knows? The answers lie buried in her past.

When the Black Tiger breaks free to stalk the night, only one thing will control the beast.

1) The romance in this story takes place between an Indian man and an Australian woman. Tell us, without giving away too much, what is the hardest obstacle that Sally and Ash have to overcome as their relationship is blossoming

People who have been to India often talk about being confronted by the huge cultural gulfs in that country. The rich are very, very rich and the poor live in abject poverty.  I’m talking about people – whole families – living in the streets. You walk past dead bodies lying in the gutter. Beggars everywhere. That sort of thing has a profound effect on Westerners who are used to clean, sanitary conditions. Sure, every country has slums and people living in dire circumstances but you wouldn’t find anything like these Indian sub-cultures in Australia. That’s Sally’s issue. No running water, no sewage systems, squat toilets, lack of hygiene, poor food, women in their place, noise, dirt.

For Ash, he is expected to marry within his class, to the right sort of woman. He has an aristocratic background and I’ve drawn that as being an even greater incentive to chose carefully. He has another concern, too. He has to find a woman who carries the were-tiger gene. They ar

e as rare as tigers.

2)      Cultural differences can make a relationship harder than usual. What are some of the basic differences between Ash’s upbringing and Sally’s?

Ash is the only son of a raja. Rajas don’t have any political power in India any more but I think it would be rather like in England where Lord Fauntleroy has no political clout, but he’s sure got some social appeal. So Ash grew up in the family palace, among the family’s loyal servants. He has been educated in England and now he’s developing his business interests. He’s a wealthy man.

Sally was the daughter of a storeman, growing up in a working class suburb of Melbourne with her older brother. But Sally was smart and worked hard to get a position in medical school. She supported herself by working at Macdonald’s part time. Her father died of cancer when she was still studying and her mother and brother turned to religion, so Sally moved out by herself. So… no privilege, no servants but the chance to make something of yourself in a Western society.

3)      Ash’s mother seems to be a hindrance to them falling in love, or at least being able to be together. What about Indian culture makes it so hard for his mother to view Sally as a suitable lover/wife?

Ash’s mother knows he must marry someone with the were-tiger gene, or the were-tiger dynasty is finished. Apart from that, though, Indian marriages are still mainly arranged by the parents. Divorce is not an option. In the normal way of things, Ash’s parents would have found a sui

table wife for him. But Ash’s father died while Ash was away at university and finding the right person has become his problem. Like the tigers themselves, those with the were-tiger gene are disappearing. But one thing Ash’s mother is certain about – no Westerner will carry the gene. It’s impossible. So Sally is not an option for her son.

4)      Ash must be an alpha male to be able to defend the tigers he loves so much against poachers. Is he sensitive and sweet as well? Or is he the dominating type?

He’s an alpha male for sure. He fights constantly to control the were-tiger, which is totally savage. I think he’s sensitive and sweet when it comes to Sally, but there are times he doesn’t come across that way because of the circumstances and because he knows an affair with her would be just a dalliance.

5)      Just for fun, what is Sally’s favorite part of Ash? Eyes? Lips? Smile?

Shoulders and butt. There’s nothing better than a tight little arse (as we say in Australia) rising up to wide shoulders. Is it warm in here?

EXCERPT*****Sally has just arrived in India and has witnessed a family being evicted from a village. She has just found out that Ash, who is driving her to the tiger park, is the Raja.

The cruiser breasted a hill an

d started down into the village of Kinpoor. She sat up, peering through the windscreen. “Are we there, yet?”

“Nearly. One more village and then we’ll enter the park.”

At the outskirts of the township he slowed down and waited while a skinny, slab-sided cow with the typical Brahman hump, twitching ears and sad, soft eyes, ambled out of the way. Sally gazed around her, round-eyed.

“Have you been to Asia before?” he asked.

She gave the ghost of a smile. “Just ten days in Bali when I was a student.”

This must be very new, very different for her. The opposite of his

own introduction to the world, when he’d left India to study at Cambridge. He’d been miserable until he’d learned to accept what was.

He drove on, easing down the street. A scooter carrying a man, and a woman holding onto a child, wobbled past a cart piled high with corn stalks. Scooters and bikes w

ere everywhere, in the road or leaning against walls and trees. Revving engines, beeping horns and the conversation of people filtered through the windows of the car.

“It’s so noisy. And so many people,” she said.

“Yes, very different from a modern, Western city like Melbourne. The people have different expectations, different values, too.”

“Like evicting people over a superstition?” Her voice dripped contempt.

He pushed down the tremor of annoyance. He couldn’t expect her to understand. “It may have been a last straw, it may have been a vindictive neighbor planting tracks. They may have just had it in for him for some other reason. But it is up to the panchyat—the village council. I have no power there.”

He pressed his foot on the accelerator as soon as he could. “Besides, are you so sure something like that could not happen in Australia?”

“No.” She snapped the word without even thinking.

“No-one has ever been ejected for being the wrong color, the wrong nationality, the wrong religion?”

She sucked in a breath, frowning a little. He must have hit a nerve. Just outside the village, the towers of Tengai palace gleamed white above

the enclosing hedge.

Twisting in her seat, she stared out the window as they passed. “What’s that?”

“Tengai Palace.”

“A palace? Where you live?”

Not likely. Share a wing with his mother? She pried into his life quite enough as it was. “It’s a hotel, now.”

“Oh.” She gazed over her shoulder at the receding building.

He could guess what she was thinking; was ‘home’ going to be a hovel?

“Don’t worry, Doctor Carter, your accommodation will not disappoint. But if it does, room can always be found for you at the palace.”

Author pic lgeAuthor Bio

Greta van der Rol loves writing science fiction with a large dollop of good old, healthy romance. Black Tiger is a slight departure from her usual genre, because it’s contemporary and paranormal., but, like her other books, it’s fast-paced and action-packed. She lives not far from the coast in Queensland, Australia and enjoys photography and cooking when she isn’t bent over the computer. She has a degree in history and a background in building information systems, both of which go a long way toward helping her in her writing endeavors.

She also has a love for animals and nature, which is why all profits from the sales of Black Tiger will go to the David Shepherd Wildlife Foundation to help tiger conservation.

Buy Links and Author Pages

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B009EIB11Q/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B009EIB11Q&linkCode=as2&tag=bt0a8e-20

Website: http://gretavanderrol.net

Twitter: http://twitter.com/GretavdR

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Alpha Male Blog Hop Oct. 19-22

Hi everyone! Thanks for stopping by. Information about the Alpha Male Blog Hop will be posted at the bottom of this post so be sure to read through the information carefully and leave a comment below to be entered to win some amazing grand prizes. Also, leave a comment below about Alpha Males to be entered to win a a free $10 Amazon gift card from me as well. So… let’s get started *wink* *wink*.

I’m an alpha male kinda girl. Betas don’t do much for me even though for the purpose of romance novel plot they are sometimes needed. Alpha males are the embodiment of the ultimate man and are usually extremely hot. But, to me, being an alpha male is much more about the mindset of the man than the way he looks. He’s the hero who always comes for his woman (pun intended) and kicks a lot of ass while doing so. He will never leave her for another woman because he can’t survive without her. Every romance novel I’ve ever read has an alpha male for the hero and I’ve read hundreds throughout the years. To me, alpha males are like superheros, with or without the powers.

Here’s a juicy excerpt from Forbidden Desires just to add a little sex to your morning…enjoy!

Diana vaguely heard Li announce she was leaving to get something but didn’t bother to answer, simply moaned her acknowledgment and rolled her limp head to the side, sighing in contentment. Only a few minutes had passed when a knock sounded on the door and she sighed, keeping her eyes closed. It had to be Li, although why she would knock was beyond her.

“It’s open,” she said tiredly, shifting her legs in the water.

The door creaked open abruptly. She heard footsteps on the wood floor, but they stopped suddenly followed by a sharp inhale. Diana frowned and then felt her heartbeat quicken as a sudden horrible thought dawned on her. Those footsteps had been too heavy to be Li’s. Obviously, Li wouldn’t have knocked either, so that meant that…

Her eyes flew open and she gasped, unable to move quickly to cover herself. Shang stood before her, shocked to have walked in on her like this. Her back was arched away from the basin, and she knew any quick movements would cause her great pain. Her breasts were thrust upward out of the water while her arms had been resting along the sides of the tub, and the light from the fire danced across her wet, naked torso. Neither moved, both seemingly frozen in their surprise.

Slowly, Diana was able to lift her head, and tendrils of blonde hair fell over her shoulders caressing the swell of her breasts enticingly. Her eyes were seemingly unable to look away from Shang as his black gaze bore into hers. She wanted to move or speak but couldn’t. The way he was looking at her made her entire body grow hot and mouth go dry. In a graceful fluid motion, he crossed the short distance between them and stood behind her, kneeling quietly in back of the tub. She froze, not knowing what was going to happen next.

*

Shang didn’t know what possessed him to keep staring at her the way he did instead of leaving immediately, but there was no way he could now. She had caught him by surprise when he walked through the door and expected to find her abed still, safely behind the screen that he had made Li put up. Instead he found her naked and wet in his bath tub, breasts exposed to the air, and soft light dancing over them the way his hands longed to do. Instead of shrieking and flailing around as she should have done, she had simply stared at him, eyes full of confusion and shock, but also with something he never would have expected to find directed at him—desire.

As he kneeled behind her, the blood pounding in his head and lust twisting in his stomach, his fingers tentatively reached out to comb through her damp glorious hair. He had never touched hair this color or texture before, and it entranced him as did her blue eyes.

She drew her breath in sharply and tensed as he ran his hand over her head and through her hair. She should scream, or at the very least tell him to stop and try and cover herself up. But she was unable to do any of those. Everything inside her was paralyzed, and she knew it was because as much as she hated him, at the same time she didn’t want him to go away or stop touching her. She’d thought about their encounter a month ago every day since, and though she knew she should feel violated, the memory of lips on hers haunted her dreams at night.

Hesitantly, his hands stopped caressing her hair, and she tensed, desperately not wanting him to speak. It would do nothing but cause complications. She felt a fist curl gently around her hair and draw her head back so that she looked wide-eyed into the black eyes of her captor, her enemy. They looked slightly surreal, with nothing but firelight reflected in them. Diana’s mind was blank, unable to even think, until his mouth lowered onto hers, swift and urgent. Almost immediately, her lips parted to draw him in, and this tiny act of submission seemed to inflame him further. His tongue stroked hers, and this time it was met with fervor. He could not get close enough to her it seemed, though their mouths were fitted together as tight as physically allowed.

She lost herself in his kiss and the feel of his hand on her face, lightly putting pressure on the side of her cheek and neck. His mouth left hers, and she uttered a moan of protest only to have it swiftly caught in her throat as his lips grazed her throat, teeth lightly nipping her sensitive skin. A hard ball of lust slammed into her belly causing her to lose her breath and she gasped. She drew both arms up over her head to entwine her fingers in his hair and forcefully directed his mouth back to hers. He groaned, losing what little self-control he had, and moved from his position behind her to have better access to her mouth.

She kneeled in the water and ran her hands over his face and throat and chest. She was frustrated by the limited amount of his skin that was exposed and in her haste, ripped open the top of his tunic and slid the remains off his shoulders. The fabric hung at his waist, still belted together with his red sash. He didn’t seem to mind the ruination of his clothing.

His hand slid down to cup her soft breast. His fingers rolled over her nipple, causing her back to arch and her head to roll back as she gasped in pleasure. He kneaded the soft skin until he could stand it no longer and bent his head to suck and then lick it. Her hands pressed his head tightly against her breast, and she moaned, causing his cock to twitch inside his pants.

He wanted to be inside her mouth again and abruptly stopped sucking to make his way back up to her face. She eagerly took both sides of his face and opened her mouth to let him in. They both vaguely heard the door open but paid no attention to it. It wasn’t until they each heard a loud gasp that they broke the kiss off to look over.

Li was very red-faced and embarrassed by what she had interrupted and quickly turned to leave, but Shang stood up abruptly and without looking down at Diana, rattled off something foreign to Li and left, slamming the door. Li looked very embarrassed as she walked over to the tub, but shook her finger at Diana.

“I leave you for a moment and this is what I find?” She clucked at her and walked around the tub, motioning for Diana to stand up. She wrapped a towel around her gently and led her behind the screen.

Diana had never been so mortified in her entire life. How could she have done that? How could she desire someone like him, someone who had taken her life away from her?

Her face turned scarlet as she remembered the way he had touched her and kissed her, and the way she had latched tightly onto him, drawing him closer to her. It had felt as if she couldn’t get close enough to him.

Oh Lord, and he had touched her breasts, at least one anyway. It had felt so good she had never wanted it to stop. She still didn’t. She covered her face with her hands as she thought of what they might have done if Li hadn’t interrupted them.

A lady of her race and station simply did not take a man from the Orient to bed, especially when she still had a husband, wicked and vile though he may be. It had been rammed into her brain since she was a child in her father’s house that certain men were off limits to her simply because of the color of their skin, and she had accepted it without question. Now she was acting like a one of those girls who lived above a saloon and sold their bodies for a few coins. And for what? At least those girls were getting something out of it.

Li gently patted the moisture from the dark red stripes across the backside of her body. Diana was fortunate because once the swelling went down, her wounds hadn’t been that bad. Only a handful of the welts had actually swelled with blood. They itched right now, and she took it as good sign that they were healing well. Soon she wouldn’t have to sleep on her stomach all night. All night in that big, soft bed. Shang’s bed.

That’s it! I hope you enjoyed! You can get a copy of Forbidden Desires at any of the places listed below and remember to be sure and comment to be entered to win $10 Amazon gift card.

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Ta-Da! In honor of next week’s release I’m posting a teaser chapter for Forbidden Desires.

Chapter One

San Francisco 1872

Diana ran quickly, clutching her son in her arms as she ducked down a deserted alley. Too terrified to look back, she pressed the baby’s head as firmly against her chest as she dared to steady him while running. She must make it back to her husband’s house before he found them. Jonathan would know what to do. She must make it there. She must.

Unfortunately, ladies of her caliber did not spend much time traversing the slums of San Francisco, so in record time, she was lost. It all looked the same to her. She was cursing herself for not paying better attention to her surroundings and allowing her traitorous coward of a driver to lead her to an unfamiliar part of the city.

He must have bribed him, the dark, exotic looking man whom she had never seen until last week. Why did he want her so badly? The barbarian had already tried once before to take her, but she had escaped his clutches, only to fall back into them, she thought bitterly. Her terror was increased substantially this time, however, because now she had her son to protect as well. When she had looked out the window of her carriage and seen where she was, she had jumped out and run at the first stop her driver made.

Panting, she ducked down another alley she hoped would take them back to one of the main roads. From there she could find her way home and to safety. Up ahead, she could make out the signs of a busy intersection. She wished she had not laced her corset so tightly this morning; it was restricting her breathing so much that black spots were starting to appear before her eyes.

If she could just make it to the street ahead of her, she knew she would be safe. As if they had heard her thoughts, two rather large men materialized in front of her, blocking her path to salvation. Quickly, she skidded to a halt on her heels and spun around, hoping to find another alleyway that maybe she had passed. But no, that way was blocked too, by a handful of men this time, all of them leering at her.

There was no escape, but she couldn’t just let them take her and her son without putting up more of a fight.

“Help!” she screamed. No one, save her would-be captors, stirred. If anything, her feeble attempts to delay her fate had only amused them. They advanced slowly, closing in on her.

“No, please! You can take me, just let my baby go,” she pleaded, though her cries fell on deaf ears. They were a mixture of murderers, thieves, and hired mercenaries. One savagely ripped the child from her clutches, causing her to shriek again. He shoved her hard onto the ground and passed the child to another smaller man, who held him more gently.

Her elbows skidded on the filthy ground, and she hissed in pain. She thought her heart was about to explode from beating so hard, and she willed herself not to faint. She needed to be completely alert so she could escape with her son. If only she could take a deep enough breath. Her panic was making it doubly hard for her to breathe, and she saw black spots in front of her eyes again.

“Aw hell, Mitch,” one of the men complained to the man who had taken her son, “she’s gonna’ faint.”

The bigger man glared at him and growled. “Ain’t my problem. Pick her up and get a move on. Boss won’t like it if’n we’re late.” He glared at her, obviously blaming her for their potential tardiness. He turned and motioned for something. A bottle was handed to him with a dirty stained cloth.

Her panic magnified at this point because she recognized the substance. She hastily tried one more futile attempt at escape only to have a heavy boot planted on her chest pinning her to the ground. Her air completely blocked off now, against her will, the blackness consumed her. The last thing she heard was one of the men’s voices.

“Well, she’s done gone and fainted. I guess we don’t need that stuff after all.”

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The first thing Diana heard when her senses slowly came to her was the muffled sound of footsteps. Her heart thudded in her chest as she grew aware of her surroundings. She appeared to be on a boat or ship of some kind by the way the room seemed sway gently. She bolted to her feet and scanned the room for her son, but he wasn’t there.

Where was he? Her panic threatened to overwhelm her again as she contemplated the horrible things that might have happened to him. Her stomach rolled, and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. Her attention was diverted when the door swung open and an unfamiliar man walked in, not bothering to close the door behind him. Like a cornered animal, she leapt at him shrieking and clawing his face.

She obviously took him by surprise because he lost his balance and landed hard against the floor with a grunt. Without looking back, she bolted through  the doorway, frantic to find any sign of a child. A large Asian woman was unfortunate enough to be leaving a room at the same time Diana happened to be barreling up the hallway. Nothing could stop her though, and she shoved the woman into the wall as hard as she could and left the outraged female in a squalling heap on the floor.

She had already sprinted up one flight of stairs and knew then that she had been in the hold. As she looked ahead to the second set of stairs, hope blossomed in her chest. She determined she would jump right over the edge of the ship if she had to. She didn’t know how to swim, but she was willing to take that chance. God only knew the horrors her captors had planned for her. Most likely it would be a fate worse than death, the kind her mother had always warned her about during the war.

She heard shouts behind her that spurred her to move even faster. As she clawed her way up the stairs to the first deck, sunlight hit her, temporarily blinding her. She forced her eyes to adjust quickly, afraid this was the moment her captors would need to catch her off guard. Blinking in surprise, she looked around and saw only one old man who looked alarmed at the sight of her bedraggled state. He began yelling, apparently for help, and she lost no time in running across the deck to the railing.

She was flooded with relief as she noted that the ship was still docked. She choked back a sob at the thought of leaving her baby behind, but if she could only get help, then maybe there was a chance to save him. It was difficult to walk steadily in her high-heeled boots, and as she descended the plank, she lost her balance and landed hard. Biting back a cry of pain, she looked up and saw him, the man who was responsible for her current distress, standing ashore about a hundred feet away, surrounded by some of the men who had taken her.

He saw her trying to escape and ordered his men to stop her. He looked upon her with a dispassionate stare from that distance, and she leveled an enraged glare at him. She recognized him at once as one of the Chinese immigrants. Like the others, she had never once given him a second thought. A lady would never stoop to speak to one of them. He, however, was dressed far better than the others she had seen in San Francisco. Most of the men were dirty wretches, and the women were equally horrid, horrible creatures that were not even allowed to enter through the front door of any reputable establishment.

Of all the Chinese she had seen, however, this one was the least likely suspect to have caused her harm. To look at him, one would never think he was so evil. His face was exquisitely formed and unlined. Onyx eyes, framed by dark lashes, shined brightly, only enhanced by his dark ornate clothing and straight, silky, black hair that was pulled back high on his head and through some sort of hair piece. His hair was left hanging from it like a horse’s tail. To be so richly attired, she knew he must be wealthy in his country. Why was he here then? she thought angrily. Why didn’t he go back to his own country and leave her alone?

Because he is going to do horrible things to you, and you were too stupid and clumsy to properly escape, she told herself. She rose to attempt one more escape and limped to the other side of the ship, knocking over some empty barrels to slow down her pursuers. The old man who had called for help earlier was still there now, pointing a gun at her. She was afraid, but not nearly as afraid as she was when she thought about where she was going if she didn’t make it off this boat. Calmly staring at the old man, she backed up against the railing and slowly turned her back to him. If he was going to shoot her, her only regret would be that she hadn’t been able to save her son.

Almost daring him to fire at her, she hiked up her skirts and gingerly climbed on to the edge of the railing, using a hanging rope to help her balance. Her right ankle still throbbed persistently, and she tried to shift all her weight onto her left leg. She stared belligerently at the man who was in a quandary as to what to do with her.

He could not let her escape, but neither could he shoot her. His master had given him explicit instructions, and he supposed he was going to sell her in Shanghai once they reached that city. Blonde hair was an unusual attraction in the Orient. He scratched his head, thinking. It wasn’t as if she was a virgin though. He had seen her little boy when the others had brought the two of them on board. He knew virgins by far were worth more at market than any other, so maybe it didn’t matter as much if he maimed her temporarily.

Loud shouts behind him relieved him of his dilemma, and the man backed up a ways to give the others more room. She looked down at the icy water that lay beneath her and wondered if she would survive it. Well, not with a tight-fitting bodice cocooning her in and making it almost impossible to move her arms freely. The corset had to stay, however. There was no way she was removing that in front of all these men like some dockside whore, even if it would save her life. The master of the ship had boarded quickly yet silently and now walked over to the group who was trying to coax her down. He said nothing, only silently stared at her, his eyes unreadable.

She ripped off the bodice and decided to try one last time to beg for the life of her son. She shivered in the brisk wind that was billowing around her, chilling her body without the minimal protection of her blouse. Looking down at the man, she pleaded with him.

“Please, Sir. Please let me go. Give me back my son, please,” she begged, trying to fight down rising hysteria.

He merely cocked an eyebrow and said something in his native tongue to a man standing next to him. It was apparent he was denying her request. She’d assumed that he would.

“Fine,” she spat, and with one twirl, she was over the edge.

She had not been prepared for how cold the water was. It hit her like knives and made it impossible for her to breathe, even as she rose up and broke the surface. She flailed her arms in a poor imitation of those she had seen swim before as a child. She made it barely a few feet when her skirt became so entangled she couldn’t move her legs freely anymore. It was three times as heavy with the weight of the water soaking it and helping drag her down.

She fought her way back to the surface only to be dragged back down again. Unfortunately, she tried to take a gulp of air and instead received seawater. It filled her lungs and felt like fire burning her from inside before darkness came again. Out of nowhere, a large arm wrapped around her waist and snatched her up.

A hard thumping on her chest caused Diana to twitch for a second, and then she started coughing and choking up saltwater. She rolled to her side, let it all come back up, and coughed against the burning salty taste. Still coughing and exhausted, she rolled back over and wearily looked up into the angelic face of her captor. Her botched escape hadn’t moved him to break his mask, and she could see now how unfeeling and evil he truly was.

She wrapped her arms around her body and couldn’t stop her teeth from chattering. She was ten times as cold now with the wind whipping over her soaking wet body as she had been before. Her face turned red as she realized her top half was now completely exposed, for her thin white camisole left nothing to the imagination when wet. Her dark pink nipples were completely visible to the entire crew, and most did nothing to hide their leers of pleasure at seeing her. She feebly glared at them all. Only their leader and a couple of others seemed undisturbed by her half-nakedness.

The man with the beautiful face briskly said something to his crew, and they dispersed, though most walked away backward trying to get one last look at her. He crouched down gracefully beside her, and she closed her eyes, waiting for his retribution. But none came.

“There is no escape for you,” he said with an accent. He surprisingly spoke English very well and absently traced his full lower lip with a thumb before speaking again. “This time I will not have you beaten, but if you try to escape again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?” His black eyes immobilized her.

“What do you want from me and my son?” she rasped in a whisper, her throat still raw form the salty water.

“I have bought you. You are mine to do with whatever I wish. The child was not a part of the bargain I agreed to with your husband, but he happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. After all the trouble I have gone through with you and others,” he added distastefully, “I am inclined to keep him as my slave also. Children make good slaves as they are easily trained.” He said all this without any apparent guilt or shame, and she paled. Icy shock washed over her heart.

Jonathan? Jonathan sold her to this man? She didn’t believe it, refused to believe it. Her husband loved her more than anything in the world, except maybe Colin. The thought of him selling her was preposterous and barbaric.

Diana could feel her captor’s eyes on her, staring as he waited with suppressed impatience for her mind to work through what he’d just told her and realize her husband was a selfish bastard. Her jaw tightened as she kept her eyes downcast. If he thought for a second she would believe his lies, he was wrong. He was simply a dirty slave trader who was trying to make her feel hopeless with nowhere to go. But something he’d said had given her a glimmer of hope. Her son had not been meant for this fate, only her. If she could somehow reason with him, maybe he would let him go.

Weak but desperate, she snaked a trembling white hand up to his sleeve and clutched his arm with all the force she could muster. “Please, if you let my son go, I will do whatever you want for the rest of my life. I will never try to escape again, I swear,” she begged as tears began streaming down her face.

He shrugged a shoulder, though he didn’t jerk away from her hand. “What do I care for the promises of one such as you? Your kind has no honor, and you value nothing but money.”

Diana frantically grasped tighter, mustering up more force than she thought she had. “I do. I value my child. I swear on the life of my son that I will keep my word. Just return him to my husband, and you can gut me like a fish for all I care.” She blanched at the thought but decided he hadn’t taken her just to carve her up.

His perfectly formed lips twisted into a slight sneer as he stared down at her. “I will hold your son’s life in exchange for your vow. If at any time it is broken, your son’s life will be forfeited. I come to America often,” he added. The thinly veiled threat hung in the air, and he stood and turned around swiftly.

She didn’t know what was happening. Was her son to be freed?

He barked out an order to a clean-cut white man standing nearby. “Take the boy back to his father. You know the address.” He eyed her meaningfully as he finished speaking, and the other man ran to do his bidding. She paled with the realization that they knew where she lived.

Diana wrapped her arms around her body and managed to get onto her knees, but she was so cold she couldn’t think properly. She fought to keep an eye out for one last look at her son and was rewarded with only a glimpse of his scared and confused face as he was carried off the boat. She stood too fast, trying to choke out some semblance of a good-bye, and promptly sank back to her knees. It was so cold, and her new master was apparently forcing her new status upon her. She would not be warm unless he wanted her to be. All she could think about as she passed out for the third time that day was her son’s face as he was hopefully carried to freedom.

Her baby’s sweet face.