Violated is out now!

Violated by Aria Adams Katie Douglas dark sci fi romance
I am sooooo excited about this! It’s here! It’s out! I’m so excited I could explode! Violated: A dark sci fi romance is out NOW!
You can get it on Amazon and it’s also on Kindle Unlimited! Buy now.
Here’s an excerpt that shows what it’s all about. Don’t forget to check out the previous excerpt I posted, and if you’re signed up for my newsletter, you should have received a link to an EXCLUSIVE even HOTTER excerpt, too!

Isla:

I hadn’t really had a plan when I tried to escape. As I knelt on the doctor’s bed, alone, with a plug in my ass, I decided that perhaps it had possibly been a little bit of a mistake. I didn’t know what else he was going to do to me, or if I would survive the rest of this punishment, but right now I was very scared. What had made it worse was the guard, sitting on a chair and watching. I’d been afraid that he would get involved. The guards were horrible. Every time the man tried to do anything, though, the doctor had stopped him. That scared me more. What darker plans did he have for me? It would have almost been easier to process this if he just outright fucked me then left me for the guard, but he didn’t, and I didn’t understand why.

I’d thought the doctor was approachable when I was in my hospital bed, but perhaps the medication made my brain really naïve or something, because now, it was becoming clear that he was just as bad as the rest of them. He’d whipped my rear with his belt and even several minutes later, it still radiated heat. The plug in my ass was nothing short of fucked up. It gnawed at my insides and stretched me sorely. Even his finger had been an enormous intrusion. Nothing had ever been inside my ass before today.

When he returned, I didn’t look up. There was no point. He would do what he wanted and I was powerless to change his mind. I wasn’t sure why I wasn’t dead right now. Actually, given some of the things that happened to dissidents in Telona, being dead might be a relief.

Everyone knew that the government had a special device that erased every aspect of a person’s brain and replaced it with a new personality. However, I’d heard very quietly whispered rumors that it only had a very low success rate, and the rest of the time, people were left as blank vegetables. When that happened, if a woman was of breeding age, she was then sent to a breeding center like this one. We didn’t really need to be able to think, here; in fact, it was a huge disadvantage if we could. I was living proof of that. For now.

Please don’t turn me into a vegetable, Lord Francis. I promise I’ll do better at accepting this life you gave me. In the middle of throwing out the quick plea, something occurred to me. It was so bad that I hardly dared think it. Lord Francis, the ruler of Telona, allegedly knew everything we said or did. Everyone said he was so powerful, he even heard our thoughts. But what if he didn’t? When had he ever done anything I’d asked? And I had done everything I was told. All my life, I’d been too afraid to even think about things because he might know. And then, if he knew my darkest thoughts, the ones I tried not to think, why hadn’t he sent someone to punish me?

What if people just did bad stuff all by themselves, pretending to act in his name? He might even be dead, for all I knew. I was just considering this when the doctor put his hand on my lower back and I startled. I’d forgotten he was in the room.

He reached between my bottom cheeks and grasped the base of the plug he’d stuffed me with, then pulled on it. Gradually, the hateful object came out, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was short-lived, however.

“Now that we’re not being watched by the guard, I’m going to ensure you have a lesson you never forget. Next time you think about trying to escape, remember that this is the punishment you’ll want to get, because the next one will be worse,” the brute murmured in my ear. Any warmth I’d still felt toward him faded away, and I resented his words.

There was a scraping sound. Surprised, I dared to look around, and I saw him sliding a scalpel over a gnarly shaped thing. I had no idea what it was. A spicy, sort-of-fruity scent filled the air; I didn’t know what that was, either.

The scraping continued. I was sure that I didn’t want to find out what he planned to do to me, so I buried my face in a pillow and wished to return to my slumber for two more years.

It was pretty pathetic that sleeping my awful life away in its entirety looked like a good option about now. Why had I ever taken the IV out of my arm? I’d thought everything would be okay again if I had only been awake. For some reason I’d believed it would mean my life would finally begin. Was this all there was?

“This is ginger,” the doctor said. “It’s going inside your ass. When it does, it will burn like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. I want you to remember two things while your ass accepts this: One, I have a freezer in my medical office. Ginger freezes, and I don’t have to thaw it before I put it in your ass. Two, I also have a hot plate. I can make the ginger warm. Bear these in mind and think very long and hard about how you want to behave in the future.”

I wanted to say something about how I’d rather like to stick nasty things in his ass, to see how he liked it, but then he parted my cheeks and the ginger slid in. I squeaked with horror. I don’t know if it was because the earlier anal invasions had made my previously unused bottom sore and chafed, or if it was just the way ginger normally behaved, but the hateful, slick intrusion burned almost instantly. I gasped. It was like getting soap in my eyes. Vicious, orphanage soap. The sort that had made me hate bath times.

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An early preview of Violated

Missing my dystopian sci-fi western The Last Rancher (aka Hunted)? You need to meet Doctor Adam Weston. Here’s an early preview of Adam from the first time he punishes Isla, from The Last Doctor (book 2 in the Stolen Future series), which has just been sent to Stormy Night Publications for editing (update Feb 2018: The Last Doctor has been released as Violated and it’s so dark I’m using a new pen name–Aria Adams):

Adam:
Alone with Isla, but aware that I was still being observed, I turned to look at my new charge. She crouched on the floor looking up at me with wide, terrified eyes. Her white skin contrasted wonderfully with her brilliant orange hair, and I momentarily thought about what her bottom would look like. Milky-white, I imagined. If her face was anything to go by, her rear would redden easily when I spanked it. Good. That would make this charade much easier to convey without having to hurt her too much. I would only have a short while before anyone discovered she wasn’t pregnant, but I couldn’t let myself think about that until later. Somehow, I would find a way to get her out of here, and hopefully rescue myself at the same time.

“Isla?” When I spoke her name, her eyes, against all possibility, widened even more. I knew better, but I still worried that if she tipped her head forward, her eyeballs might fall out.

“Y-y-y…” she managed. My heart wrenched. She was so terrified. Everything about her screamed prey. Even in a normal dating situation, I would have reservations. I liked the darkness. It beckoned to me. And her body called out like a beacon of innocence, just waiting to be corrupted with every naughty thing lurking in my imagination.

I had to be careful. It was going to be almost impossible to walk the line between savior and kidnapper, hero and molester, and—did she have to bite her bottom lip like that?—and I only wanted to unfasten that flimsy, poorly-fitting hospital gown and part her beautiful legs, then run the tip of my cock around the opening to her tight, perfect pussy, until I dragged her down with me into the depths of depravity, until she called my name, until she unreservedly begged me to take her.

Being the good guy… that was a new one on me. It was going to be hard to resist all the things I wanted to do to her, whilst still commanding her enough to make the Brotherhood think I had tamed her; the two roles were so close, they almost touched. I sighed and tried to think of something unsexy.

And she still stared at me, teeth clamped on lower lip, probably wondering why I just looked at her with a ridiculous crooked smile on my face. I did my best to snap out of it.

“I’m not going to eat you,” I told her. “Come on, I have to punish you for trying to escape. That was at the top of the list of all the stupidest things you could have done today.”

“Would tomorrow have been a better choice?” she asked timidly. It was obvious how scared she was of asking, but something had compelled her to say it anyway. I tried my hardest not to laugh, but that made it build up worse, until I made a face like I was trying not to spit out an ice cube.

Ice cubes. I wished I’d asked the guard to bring me some. Her breasts would look delectable with the freshly-thawed droplets of water beading on the surface of her white skin. I grabbed her shoulder more roughly than I’d intended, and frogmarched her back to my room. The whole way there, I ran through my meager furnishings and lack of possessions, trying to decide what to use for her punishment.

It seemed wrong to punish her on behalf of the Brotherhood or the cuntfaced guards that she wanted to escape from. I understood exactly why she’d tried. But at the same time, in doing so, she’d put her life in danger, and that was a reason to punish her that I could get behind. I wanted her to survive this fucked-up place and get out. I needed her to. So, she had to avoid putting her life in danger like that again.

I opened the door of my room and pushed her inside, ahead of me.

“I’m going to punish your bottom outside and in, to ensure you never put your life at risk like that again,” I told her. Her face was turned toward me, and I caught her horrified expression. I hated having to make her fear me. It wasn’t fair. She was too soft.

I knew that if I didn’t, the Brotherhood would kill us both, now I’d involved myself. The bastards were probably watching the cameras right now, eating their farmed meat and laughing at her fear. If only the BSE outbreak in Novara had killed them all across the continent.

Hardening my heart, I pulled a tube of medical-grade lubricant out of the pocket of my labcoat—or was it a doctor’s coat, if I practiced medicine, now?—and twirled the small cap. I squeezed the metal tube along one finger, as though the lube were toothpaste. How would she react if this was toothpaste? The idea of her squirming on my bed with mint freshening her back passage was delicious, but I pushed it away. Wrong side of the line. I couldn’t go there while we were both prisoners at a forced breeding facility. As her doctor, my goal with this punishment was to keep her alive, not to fuck her brains out.

Instead, I parted her cheeks and touched the tip of my finger to her rosebud. She froze, holding her breath and not blinking. When I glanced at her face, her eyes were glassy and unfocussed. I had to get her out of here. I pushed my finger into her, and noticed her soft gasp as my finger penetrated her silky rear. More than anything I had ever touched, I loved the sensation of a woman’s bottom clamped around me. It was hard not to exchange my finger for my cock. I tried to drag my mind out of the gutter, but she was so pliant, so fuckable, so pure white, that it was impossible not to think about all the things her body screamed for.

Need more? It’s coming in February, and has more medical play than you can shake a thermometer at.

A First Look At The Last Rancher…

Hi Guys it feels like forever since I last participated in WipItUp Wednesday, the blog hop for sharing works in progress!

This week I want to give everyone a little teaser for my upcoming futuristic dystopian western erotic romance, The Last Rancher. If you’d like to get your hands on a bigger excerpt, sign up for my newsletter here:

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Spoiler alert… there’s a longer, steamier preview going out in my very first newsletter on Friday 15th September, and it’s exclusive for newsletter subscribers, so don’t miss out!

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This story is dark. I’ve been joking a lot on Facebook that the heroine is the only person in this book with a higher body count than the hero by the end of the first chapter. But it also has its less dark moments. Here’s one of them. After nearly being killed, Ember is trying to get back to her city to warn everyone that the city’s leaders are kidnapping women and hunting them for sport on live TV (everyone thinks the contestants for this “game show” are picked at random and just leave the city after). Hadley, however, wants to keep her safe because she’s badly injured and the city is 200 miles away, and there’s no roads any more because no-one ever leaves the city:

Ember:

The moment Hadley left the house, I went to the window and watched him. He sauntered toward a big shed, then emerged with a large bucket of something. It looked like he’d be gone for some time. I decided to seize my chance and, knotting the sheet above my breasts, I stepped outside.

Blinking in the sunlight, I looked in every direction. There was a little patch of trees opposite the porch, and beside it, there was a big wooden shed. The cowshed beside it was even larger, and there was also a huge, rusty vehicle with eight-feet-high wheels. The deflated tires were cracked and covered in green moss. Further down, I saw the first field, with a neat wooden fence and an open metal gate. Beyond, there was green grass and those stout black and white animals like the one I’d seen in the forest. In the opposite direction from where I stood, the forest pressed in on the clearing where the house was.

Everything was so big out here, and yet, the surroundings were all so short and flat. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen so much sky; it seemed to cover the entire world like a big dome, with flat-bottomed clouds floating between the sky and the fields. When I breathed the air, it seemed softer, and filled my lungs more than I’d ever experienced before. I never expected the countryside to be so nice. On the TV, they always showed it as a vast wilderness where only the few remaining species of wild animals lived. It was beautiful, and I wished I could stay here and take my fill of the natural beauty. Would I ever tire of it?

It smelled so strongly of things, too. I only had to walk a few steps to sniff something different. There was the food scent from the kitchen, the horrible bathroom-like stink coming from one of the sheds, a creamy scent from another shed, the smell of petrol from the enormous rusty vehicle, and a sort of woody odor from the forest. I couldn’t even recognize some of the other things my nose had discovered.

It would be amazing to run through the open fields, toward the distant blue mountains. Before today, I’d only seen such things on the TV. If there wasn’t such an important reason to get home quickly, this would be a tranquil place to be. Unless I warned everyone about what The Brotherhood were doing, though, they would hunt someone else down soon. They ruled the city, maybe even the continent, and they weren’t worthy of that.

I remembered my cousin with another stab of fury. No-one else should have to go through what she and I went through, and no-one else should have to die like that. Those men were so evil. I was still more than a little horrified by the fact I’d killed them, but there had been no-other choice, and part of me was disturbed by the fact I didn’t feel as bad as I ought to about what I’d done.

All over, my body ached, and pain seared across my wounds. Tuning out the soreness and the anguish, I watched Hadley walk across the field with his bucket. When I turned to go in the opposite direction, I realized I wasn’t sure which way the city was. Ploughing on anyway, I shakily climbed the fence toward the forest and tried to run, but my limbs wouldn’t do what I wanted them to. My legs were still too stiff to take my weight at that speed. When my left knee buckled, I stumbled, crashing loudly onto a fallen tree branch which cracked with an ominous snapping sound.

Not to be deterred, I scrambled to my feet and continued moving. I traveled about two hundred yards from the house before something wrapped around my arms, between my elbows and, on one side, the gauze covering a bullet graze. Constricting my body, it tightened around me; at first, I thought it was a snake, as I’d seen plenty of movies where snakes did this to people.

Looking down, I saw a rope. I tried to struggle out of it, but some pressure was steadily pulling me backwards. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Hadley holding the other end of the rope. Patiently but firmly, he reeled me in.

“Never lassoed a lady before,” he told me with a twinkle in his eye. I didn’t know why he looked so amused, there was nothing funny about this. I glared at him and tried again to free myself.

“Get the fuck off me! I have to get back. Don’t you understand? I have to!”

“Nope.” He stood his ground.

Heaving on the rope with all my might, all I succeeded in doing was unbalancing myself. I landed unceremoniously on my bottom and felt my face getting hot. It was mortifying.

Hadley held out a hand for me to take. I shook my head and got up by myself.

“Such a gentleman,” I grumbled sarcastically.

“Suit yourself. You’re still coming with me. Will you walk, or do I have to carry you?”

“Go and fuck yourself,” I growled, wanting him to understand that he was getting in the way of me doing something really important. The lasso had been humiliating, and I was now in a thoroughly bad mood and ready to go thermonuclear on his ass.

“I’d much rather fuck a pretty young lady such as yourself, but what’s that got to do with getting your pert butt back to my ranch?” He was acting like I hadn’t explained this problem enough already, or maybe he just didn’t care.

He was still so unflustered, it was infuriating. I growled and tried to get out of the rope again. He tutted and shook his head. When he stepped forward, I lashed out at him with my semi-restrained arms. I had been so close to escaping that the disappointment burned at the back of my throat as he hoisted me in a fireman’s lift, still lassoed. He wrapped the spare rope around his left shoulder and ambled back to the ranch as if he wasn’t carrying a one-hundred-twenty-pound woman in his right arm.

My legs would barely obey me, but still I kicked them, fighting against him with everything I had. It was pathetic that I lacked the energy or strength to fight him off, and every time I tried, pain surged through my wounds and stiff muscles. He swatted my ass several times, hard, filling my body with a searing fire. It was similar to the incredibly delicious sensation that made my muscles tingle when I got a second wind after I thought I had run as hard as I could. My sore glutes gave up and I accepted that he was in control for the time being.

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 Now, what might a strong rancher do with a naughty city girl who won’t listen to old-fashioned good sense? Hmm… I wonder… Actually, I know exactly what comes next and it took a lot of self-control not to post the next 2000 words or so here, because OMG I’m just itching to share this story with you all!!

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx