Giveaway and Top Ten Reasons You Need a Warlord

Hey, Ladies and Gents! J.E. & M. Keep here to tell you why you absolutely need a dangerous Warlord in your life. Now, now, I know what you're thinking: How frightening! How uncouth!



But, oh, we have faith that we can tempt you to the darker side.

#10! Because they fill you with awe and make you misbehave in just the right way.
In the torchlight of the tent she could make him out all the clearer. His charcoal skin was smooth and flawless. His face so chiselled and handsome. Hair long and perfectly shiny. Her first guess only seemed all the more right; a god. Though with the dark clothes he wore, looking a blend of velvet and leather, mixed with his piercing dark gaze and skin, it didn’t take much guessing to place as what kind of deity he might be.

She bowed before him so gracefully, filled with respect and awe, though her eyes didn’t drop demurely as she felt that, perhaps, they should. Instead she was simply entranced with the man, and was an absolute slave to the need to see him fully, “They don’t know what they’re missing.” She waited a heartbeat before adding, “What should I call you?”

#9: Because even the smallest compliment makes your body tingle.

Taking his time mulling over something he looked back down at her. “You will suffice,” he stated, with a wave of his hand he gestured for her to follow.

#8: They notice the little things about you.

“Are you used to serving like this?” he asked more meaningfully. “Did someone train you for a life on your knees before a man?” Despite his hard, husky words, she saw that hefty bulge twitch to life before her, the leather audibly straining as reacted to her.

#7: Your being respectful makes them so, so happy.

The dark man’s brows raised as he watched her reverentially stroke his shaft. He was surprised, and it showed, for he didn’t appear to be a man who was often caught off guard.

#6: They love you more than anyone else.

He spoke of the other woman, but as he lowered and tilted his head, he seemed focussed only on her. He was consumed with desire for her as he supped at the flesh of her neck, kissing, suckling and biting her there.

#5: Those two sweet words.

“You’re mine,” he stated possessively, his fingers knitted into her hair as he stroked her head.

#4: Whenever they say your name, it's like the whole world is smiling upon you.
His hand released hold of her head and he stroked back over her dark hair, “Mirella,” he repeated, as if tasting her name upon his tongue experimentally and liking it. “Go back to your charge, Mirella. And dream of a day when you no longer tend to prickly princesses, but are mother to warlord princes.”

#3: Even their insults are compliments.

With a husky groan he squeezed his thick bicep about her, mashing those heavy, engorged breasts to his pecs. Biting her ear, he ground his arousal against her, stroking a hand along her full hip as he muttered lowly. “You are a vexing woman, Mirella. A dangerous plaything,” he remarked with every bit of complement his voice could hold.

#2: The little tastes of power they give you are so fantastic...

Taking a deep breath, he reclined, shutting his eyes as her olive toned fingers strummed over his muscles, soothing away his worries. She comforted him. It was such a realization, to acknowledge that her king—her god—found comfort and relief by her mere presence and touch.

#1: But nothing is better than when they take control.
He throbbed beneath her needfully, and he finished, “Now do your duty for your king. I must think.” His hand moved through her hair, taking hold of her head and pushing it down in so blatantly suggestive a manner she could hardly miss it.

Mirella often wonders what her life would’ve been like had she been born a princess, rather than the property of one.
When a dark warlord from the north conquers her princess’ kingdom, however, he has plans for the dainty young future-queen. It makes the question all the more poignant, because now, more is at stake than just her rough treatment, but love and lust as well.
The Warlord’s Concubine is the tale of two women and the dark warlord that dictates their fate.
As an indentured servant and handmaiden to the princess for much of her life, the middle-aged Mirella sees the conquest of the land as an opportunity to elevate herself. Though as she earns the trust of their conquerors, she finds her own nature challenged as well. A life of callous disregard has made her hard, but as she battles the princess’ will for the first time and finds new allies and friends, does she have what it takes to win the love and favour of the brutal warlord? Will love and friendship be her downfall? Or will her station in life yet again be her undoing?
Caution: The Warlord’s Concubine is a dark fantasy novel that contains explicit scenes, and a twisted romance between a handmaiden and a God.

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