Godiva: Unbridled by Jenny Dare

In the famous legend, Lady Godiva rides naked on her horse through the town of Coventry in a protest of high taxes. All windows have been ordered shuttered, but one man cannot resist the temptation of sneaking a look, earning himself the nickname of Peeping Tom.

But what if history got the story all wrong?

Trapped in a loveless marriage, Lady Godiva schemes to escape the greedy, insensitive clutches of her husband, Edwin. When her plan goes awry she ends up in a bargain with him that would release her of her marital vows—but at a price. In a desperate attempt to flee, Godiva suffers a terrible fall from her beloved horse, which leaves her unable to remember anything about her former life, not even her own name.

Thomas Heggs is a simple man with fanciful dreams, working as a tailor’s apprentice in the small town of Coventry. When he finds a beautiful maiden lying injured next to her horse, he brings her into his barn to care for her and is immediately smitten by her mysterious charms. With no memory of her past, passion ignites between them as she recovers and tries to make sense of the dreams that haunt her from a life she no longer remembers. Meanwhile, as Edwin devises a plan to reclaim his spirited wife, pride threatens to eclipse his judgment, risking the loss of his very soul. Will the Lady recall who she is in time to make her fateful ride through town? Will new love stand a chance against the iron grip of a union bound by law?

Godiva, Unbridled.

An erotic retelling.

Take your imagination for a ride.

SKU: B00AOGKCV2 Category: Romance Tags: erotica, Historical romance, medieval, renaissance, retelling, sexy

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About the author:

I have always enjoyed writing what might be considered romantic stories, all the way back to when I got in trouble for it in middle school and had my notes confiscated from my teachers and surrendered to the principal! As a writer, I currently spend most of my time working in very different genres, but Godiva: Unbridled was so much fun, and I have lots of ideas for potential sequels. I’d love to continue this as a series if there are readers to follow along!

What inspired you to write your book?

I loved the idea of taking two well-known characters from historical lore and not only intertwining them, but playing with their stories and with the era. Who doesn’t love the idea of medieval times? I prettied it up a bit more and added some elements that, though historically inaccurate, make the tale more interesting and more beautiful to read.

Here is a short sample from the book:

Strong arms caught her before her aching head hit the ground, and a voice spoke gently to her as she stared at the face, fading once again into darkness, her head lolling back as she slipped into unconsciousness.
As her dreams enveloped her, the softness of a grand bed comforted her aching body, filtered light streaming through silk spun curtains. The lady sat up, surveying her surroundings. The young man who had been with her in the field emerged from the shadows.
“You’ve awakened,” he said. “I was worried about you.”
“Thank you for your kindness,” she replied. “But I’m quite well now.”
“Here, drink this,” he said, bringing to her a fluted glass filled with amber liquid. “It’s honey water. It will revive your senses and hydrate you. After sleeping for so long, you must drink to replenish yourself.” He lowered himself to the bed, handing her the glass and she drank, watching him. He wore a fine shirt with real silver buttons, and leather breeches sewn with tiny, intricate stitches. His scent was warm and masculine, and she desired him immediately. Draining the glass, she dropped it to the carpet beside her and sat up in the bed.
“You’ve given me a potion of iniquity,” she breathed, and her eyes narrowed. Leaning forward, she crawled toward him across the bed. “An elixir that will cause me to do your every bidding!”
“No, no!” The young man scrambled away from her as she advanced, jumped to the floor to stand next to the bed. “It’s pure honey water, lady. I promise you, on my honor!”
“Ah, but what affect this honey has!” She had reached him now, put her hand on his stomach and wrapped her arm around his back, burying her face into the thick, warm leather of his belt. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a man next to me. Lay with me now?”
“I cannot,” the young man replied, but he didn’t move away. “Lady, you are in a compromised state.”
“I am quite well,” she replied. “You’ve made me well. Your kind hands. Your healing voice.” She reached up, slipped a silver button through its hole, then another, and another. Her fingers slipped inside his shirt, ran along the taut, smooth skin of his belly. The young man groaned.
“I am but a man,” he said. “It is hard to resist.”
“So don’t resist,” she replied, unbuckling his belt. At that, she paused, looked up from where she sat at the edge of the bed, him standing between her spread legs, she clad in only her linen shift. She reached for the bodice and pulled the satin bow, loosening the lattice tie. As he watched from above, she slipped the delicate sleeves from her shoulders, baring the swell of one breast, then the other. With a growl, he was on her, sliding her back onto the bed and covering her body with the weight of his, pressing powerfully against her. She bent one leg, catching the top of his boot with her foot and anchoring it there, arching upward against the hard swell in his breeches. His hand reached at her bodice, pushing it open widely, her breasts now loose and he caught one between his lips, sucking hard, then more gently, enclosing her entire nipple with his mouth. She drew up her garment with one hand, wondering if he could feel that she wore nothing beneath it, and took great pleasure as she rubbed herself wetly against the rough leather, along the swelling hardness beneath. He thrust against her slowly, tortuously, then moved away from her breasts and up to her face where he kissed her cheeks almost frantically, then caught her mouth in a hungry kiss. She reached to his belt, longing to feel him against her, inside her, but she couldn’t unlace the breeches beneath the buckle. She moaned, desperate. He seemed unaware of her plight to release his bulging member so that he might plunge it within her and he continued to kiss her mouth, her neck. The moans became louder, more panicked as her desire rose, frustrated in frantic anticipation. Again she moaned, scraped herself against him, almost in tears, almost out of breath—