Becoming a Baroness: Making of a Saxon Bride

By Matilda Martel

Becoming a Baroness is a prequel to Spoils of War, Story of a Saxon Bride, Part 1

It's 1066 and the Normans have just invaded England. Young Lynette, daughter of Alfric is only 10 days away from her wedding to her distant cousin and childhood friend, Edgar, when she is summoned to London and forced to marry a Norman baron almost twice her age.
Although she fears she is headed for a miserable loveless marriage, she soon finds the Norman Baron is the former Norman captain who saved her life a year earlier and he has no intention of settling for a loveless marriage. Successfully wooing her on their wedding night, Lord Robert Malet manages to entice his young bride into enjoying the pleasures of the marital bed and winning her heart before the night is over.

Warning: This 7,000 word e-story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between an older man and an eighteen-year woman. It is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matilda Martel
• Release date: Oct 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463103555

Matilda Martel

Matilda loves many things---her husband, dachshunds, cats, the two terrible Chihuahuas who live with her, Paris, New York, a few select friends and family, Nutella, books, lots and lots of books, and writing sweet, steamy romance for nerdy girls-- because that's who I am.If you like your romances steamy but sweet. Sexy, but on the shorter side. With smart and sassy heroines who fall for soulful Alphas- then you might like my books.I write A LOT of OMYW, cause that's just my bag. But no matter what kind of story it is, my ladies are always adored and my endings are always HEA.Please head to my blog: www.matildamartel.com, to learn what's in the final stages and will be coming out soon!Want a free Ebook? Join my mailing list to get my monthly newsletter at : www.matildamartel.com/mailinglist/

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Chapter 1

The King was dead. They said he was too saintly to consummate his marriage and therefore left no heirs. His closest relative of royal blood was just a boy and no one trusted he could hold on to his throne, so the fighting began. Young Lynette heard from her older brother that the Vikings were returning to claim the throne. Edgar, her betrothed told her that the Earl of Wessex, their distant kin, had laid his claim and had been crowned at Westminster. But soon there were others. Shortly after the new King Harold defeated the Vikings, thousands more came from across the channel, and they were the worst ones of all. They were the Normans.

Both the Duke of Normandy and Harold claimed Edward promised them the throne. The Duke was a blood relative but he was an illegitimate heir, while the council of elders chose and crowned Harold Godwinson. None of that mattered. The Duke came with the Pope’s permission and he came ready to bring them to their knees. Edgar tried to convince her father to send her to his father’s castle, which was fortified and safer than their small estate, but she was not of age and he didn’t trust her fiancé’s eagerness to wed. In his defense, no one realized how bad it would be until the Norman armies stormed their lands and flattened them. Any resistance was met with complete annihilation, but even those that could not fight back, were still subjugated to their will.

Lynette, daughter of Alfric, was only 17 when the Normans first arrived. Living in Mercia, just north of Oxford, she saw the gray armies storm the Midlands and flatten any resistance they encountered. Fearing for her life, her betrothed, Edgar, a wealthy nobleman residing north of Warwick traveled south to bring them back to his father’s castle, but the Normans sealed them off and prevented him from reaching her family’s estate. Her father never resisted, but they seized their meager belongings nonetheless. When they reached his estate, they came so fast she was caught beyond the courtyard, trying to bring her mare into the safety.

Horses thundered past her as she rushed in towards the house, but it was too late. She was dragged into the barn by a group