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About the author:
Matilda Madison has been writing for fifteen years and currently lives with her husband, children and beagle in the Poconos.
What inspired you to write your book?
At the beginning of the COVID pandemic I had two toddlers and nowhere to go. As a mental escape, I came up with this story and I hope you enjoy it.
Here is a short sample from the book:
She inhaled and exhaled slowly.
“If I find myself in an unjust setting, I would argue, but again,
I admit my wrongdoing and will take whatever punishment you see fit.”
“Punishment,” he repeated the word as if it hadn’t occurred to
him. “Punishment indeed.”
Electricity seemed to snap between them, filling the room with
such heat that Penelope felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on
end while she grew uncomfortably warm all over.
Edward looked at her and walked slowly towards her, like a lion
stalking its prey. Silently she chastised herself, Penelope watched as a
feeling of self-preservation suddenly came over her. She wanted to take
a step back, but something familiar told her not to move. It hit her in
that secret part of her heart that Edward had opened on their wedding
night when he had commanded her to kiss him. An old familiar feeling
came over her then as he came towards her, the long forgotten invisible
hook that held her to him, a vague wanting feeling to please him and
take whatever he had to give and even though she couldn’t explain it,
couldn’t put it into words, she knew he needed her to not retreat.
He stopped in front of her, taller and more imposing than ever
and still she did not waver. The look in his eyes was smoldering and
she allowed herself to lower her gaze, only to see him bend into her
peripheral vision, his mouth at her ear.
“I should punish you, a thousand times over for what you’ve
done,” he whispered in a tone that made her tremble. She closed her
eyes, ignoring the sensation of his breath on her collar. Good heavens,
did he remember how he could make her squirm when he touched his
mouth to her neck? “I wouldn’t be thought poorly by anyone. I would
be completely within my rights.”
She nodded, unable to speak.
“Speak,” he all but barked, making her flinch.
“I-I don’t know what to say,” she whispered, eyes clenched
“Say I would be justified.”
“You would be justified,” she repeated.
“Say that I have been wronged.”
“You have been wronged.”
“Say that I own you to do with as I wish.”
She steadied her breathing and opened her eyes, desperate to
see if his face held the same sudden passion she heard in his voice. His
eyes were wide and she thought he rather looked like he was staring at
“You own me to do with as you wish,” she said so softly and in
a tone so submissive that he seemed to shake.
And so, he did. His mouth fell to hers, harsh and at the same
time, yearning. She was a fool to think there was anything besides
revenge behind his motive, but then it felt like home. He kissed her
mouth, her chin and neck as tears rolled down her cheek, but she wasn’t
crying out of pain or sadness. It was relief. His mouth had been the
breath she hadn’t realized she had been starved for. It was as if she had
been living in a fog for the past five years and he had just shocked her
back into life.