Brother Lucien

By Anya W Vossand

On the verge of Revolution, France is descending into madness. One man finds himself secreted away to a monastery one summer night for reasons he doesn't understand. And what he finds down in the cellar chapel will be enough to change his fortunes forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anya W Vossand
• Release date: Jul 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386027225

Anya W Vossand

Anya W. Vossand lives and writes near Boston, Massachusetts. When it comes to romance and erotica, her philosophy is that each story should be beautiful and moving, with an emphasis on clever and engaging characters with relatable motivations. As a nonbinary and bisexual person, she enjoys crafting inclusive stories with a wide variety of LGBTQ representation and believes that everyone deserves love, acceptance, and their own fairytale ending. When not writing, Anya enjoys heavy metal, BDSM fashion, excellent coffee, and spending time with her spouse and their two familiars, Susi and Lily, who some mistake for regular cats.

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Introduction – Paris, 1788

Hard iron bit into the criminal's filthy wrists, the rusted, flaking metal just sturdy enough to keep the young man from fleeing his predicament. For at least two days he'd been left in this dank hole, the omnipresent funk of mildew and old urine spoiling the stagnant darkness. No one had come to check on him since the guards had pulled him off the street and dumped him in this place. No food and no water had been offered, and at the height of a French summer, the sweltering conditions of his containment were making him delirious. There was no fight left in him when he was finally unshackled and taken away with a bag over his head.

When next he came to, the man was tied up and lying on his stomach inside a narrow box. The jolting progression of a horse cart rattled his bones with every stone and divot in the road, but at least he knew that he was alive. And, in all probability, he wasn't going to be executed. Why would they smuggle him out of the city like this if they just meant to hang him? Someone along the way must have fed and watered and bathed him as well, because he felt clean and healthy... if somewhat uncomfortable. Someone had thought to pad the bottom of the crate with straw, which made the difference between bruises and concussions.

Sometime around nightfall the cart came to a halt. The hissing sound of rain made the axles and hinges squeal, and the horses snorted with fatigue as they were finally reigned in from their long march. The sound of footsteps approached the cart, and the man in his crate was lifted out and carried inside, out of the rain. Within, the man vaguely heard the horses whinny in complaint as they were whipped up into a