Clockwork Captive

By Anh Leod

Enslaved in a gentlemen's club, Liza Flaherty knows she has few options...until the night she recognizes Brace Howell. From the instant Brace sees a photograph of Liza, he knows he must possess her, though he has no idea a secret binds them together. He sees her scars when they meet but he has sexual healing in mind. He has one goal, to rescue the captive and make her his forever. Clockwork Captive is an erotic romance novella.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Heather Hiestand
• Release date: May 30, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476365831

Anh Leod

Anh Leod is the author of many novels, novellas and short stories. She is an Amazon Romance Anthology Bestseller and an Amazon UK Romance Short Stories Bestseller. She lives in Washington with her husband and son. She also writes as Heather Hiestand.

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CLOCKWORK CAPTIVE

Enslaved in a gentlemen's club, Liza Flaherty knows she has few options...until the night she recognizes Brace Howell.

From the instant Brace sees a photograph of Liza, he knows he must possess her, though he has no idea a secret binds them together.

He sees her scars when they meet but he has sexual healing in mind. He has one goal, to rescue the captive and make her his forever.

What others are saying about Anh Leod

Anh Leod has the ability to weave words to create very explicit pictures within the mind. — Alternative-reads.com on Cherokee’s Playmates

Anh Leod is a spectacular author... — Romance Junkies on Lucky Number Seven

Even though this story is short, the reader becomes engaged with the characters from page one. You want to know what happens and which decisions they make. Plus, the love scenes sizzle with unspoken passion that the reader can feel teeming from each page. — Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews on Playing Lycan Games

Anh Leod has written a sexy tale of love, lust and passion. There were times when I forgot the characters were shape-shifters who moved between werewolf and human form. The romantic aspects of this well-written story filled my mind so completely it didn’t matter to me what the pair was, just that they find happiness. — Romance Reader at Heart on Bijou’s Bonds

Clockwork Captive

By Anh Leod

Copyright Anh Leod 2012

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

CLOCKWORK CAPTIVE

COPYRIGHT 2012 by Anh Leod

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Publishing History

First Smashwords Edition, 2012

ISBN 978-1-4763-6583-1

Published in the United States of America

CHAPTER ONE

He liked her exposed throat, was enticed by the way the tender column arched.

Her eyes, half-closed under thick brows, challenged him. The shiny brass medallion at her throat heightened the lush texture of her skin, the glossy golden tone.

Her breasts drew his interest, perfect globes forming into pert rosy nipples at the tips. He imagined sucking them, laving them, biting them. How would she taste?

Mrs. Teagarden’s Gentlemen’s Club featured many girls on the walls, captured by a photographer. No smiles were in evidence since the exposures took so long but this particular girl encouraged him with the promise of ecstasy to come. His cock, in agreement with his brain, hardened to half-mast beneath his trousers.

You like ‘er, Mr. ‘owell? The proprietress slithered up next to him, her scarlet hoop skirt brushing against his legs. Her accent indicated Cockney origins, though she worked in this better part of London now.

Instinctively, he stepped back, repulsed by the painted former whore. Compared to the fresh young beauty depicted on the wall, Mrs. Teagarden was a crone.

I’d like to meet her, Brace said. He’d meant to spend the night drinking and gambling in the lower rooms, but the portrait had caught his eye. His friends were late and he’d decided to wait for them in the hall instead of entering the raucous game room, full of strangers and cigar smoke. Something about this girl dared him to change his plans.

Six shillings for the ‘our, sir, she said, holding out her hand avariciously.

Her open greed did not say much for the class