A Knight in the Dungeonby Sarah Winn
Lady Jocelyn was educated in a convent and has decided to become a nun. But she's kidnapped by a rogue baron and thrown into a dark dungeon. The man in the next cell distracts her from her terror be verbally taking her on an erotic journey of self-discovery. When they are rescued, the man proves to be the new lord of the castle and offers to marry Jocelyn. Dare she trust such a wicked man? Sir Alard has spent months in the dungeon thinking of how much he's missed in life by seeking adventure as a crusader rather than love and family at home. Now he's free and has found a woman to make all his dreams come true. If only he can convince her to choose him over the church. Should he impress her with his knightly honor or re-ignite the fire he knows simmers within her?
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Jocelyn knew it was useless to struggle against the burly guards holding her arms, but as they pushed her into the depths of the musty dungeon, her terror overrode common sense. The lantern light flickering against the damp stone walls and the hollow echo of footsteps on the stairs brought back memories of the time--as an eight-year-old girl--she had followed her mother's body into the catacombs of her father's castle.
Her father's hand had rested heavily on her shoulder, as she stood and watched the mason seal her mother into eternal darkness. Would the same thing happen to her? She pulled and twisted and begged, "Please don't put me down here. I haven't tried to escape. You don't need to lock me up. Please, please."
The squat man leading the way and holding a lantern aloft, stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned back to look at her. "And what do ye offer us to heed yer pleas?"
The guards brought her face to face with the jailer as she frantically tried to think of something she could offer these men as a bribe. All of her jewelry had been taken away when she was captured. "My father--he'll reward you."
The man laughed at her, showing his blackened teeth. "Not likely. Why do you think the baron sent ye down here? Your rich da won't pay yer ransom."
She gasped at this news and then gasped again as a hard hand grabbed one of her breasts.
"There's other ways she can pay," the guard who mauled her said.
Jocelyn shrank away from his touch and shrieked when he gave her nipple a bruising pinch. The three men guffawed and the jailer said, "There's no life in a high-born lady. A lusty kitchen wench is better. Let's lock this 'un in ferthe night and get back abovestairs."
They moved her quickly through the shadowy chamber, stopping in front of a heavy wooden door. The jailer fumbled with a large ring of keys for a moment, finally selecting one and placing it in the rusty lock. The door opened with a creak and the guards pushed her inside.
She had a scant moment to see the small stone room with straw scattered over the floor before the door closed and the light receded to a square opening in the upper half of the door. Seeing a hand moving to close even that, Jocelyn screamed, "No, don't take the light away. Please. Please."
"Ye don't need a light," the jailer said. "There's nothing to see but vermin." The peephole snapped shut leaving only a thin white line under the cell door.
Jocelyn pounded on the door with her fists and screamed pleas, but the light faded with the footsteps of the men until there was total silence and complete, overpowering darkness.
The total lack of light made the small cell seem like a vast pit. She clung to the crossbar on the door and pressed her body against the hard wood, sure if she let go she'd be swallowed into eternity. During the three weeks she'd been a hostage at Nastbridge Castle, she'd held onto her courage and tried to maintain her dignity, but this was too much.
If the jailer had told the truth and her father had refused to pay the ransom, Ulric would probably leave her in this terrible darkness to go mad--as mad as he was. Sobs caused her breasts to scrape painfully against the door, but she made no effort to calm herself. What was the use? The sooner she became mad enough to bash her head against the stone walls, the better.
Jocelyn jerked her head up. What was that? It sounded like someone speaking from a great distance.
"Can you hear me?" a male voice asked.
Taking care to keep contact with the door, Jocelyn turned until she could press her back against it. "Where ... where are you?"
"In the next cell."
"I can barely hear you."
"Come closer to the wall. There's a crack between the stones."
"Are you facing away from the door?"
"The wall to your left."
"I can't see it."
"Reach out until you touch it."
She reached out with her left hand, but felt nothing. "I can't feel it. I'm ... I'm afraid to leave the door."
After a long pause, the man said, "I can't keep bellowing, so I wish you good night."
"Wait!" The man's voice anchored her in this world. She couldn't let it disappear. Keeping her right hand pressed against the door, Jocelyn waved her left hand about and took several steps to the side. Her fingertips brushed against cold stone. "I found it!"
"Now move forward until you reach the corner of the cell."
Meet the Author
After a career as a research technician in food science, Sarah Winn embraced her true love, writing. She joined Romance Writers of America and her local chapter, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers in 1993. She stumbled into electronic publishing back in 1998 after entering a contest she saw advertised at the national conference of RWA. Sticking with this market, she’s experienced its amazing growth. She won the EPIC Award in 2003 for the best electronically published historical romance and was a finalist in the historical erotic romance category in 2007. Her second Victorian, A Countess of Convenience, a recent bestseller for Whiskey Creek Press, is her eleventh novel.
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