On a White Horse
Blurb:
Victor Brandt has a secret. As a new resident to New
York, he goes out in search of diversion, and he finds it behind a red door.
The Underworld embraces him, and soon he realizes he's going back night after
night just to see Mistress Lethe: a Dominatrix so demanding she will satisfy
her submissive into forgetting their own name before stealing her pleasure. But
soon Mistress Lethe draws Victor into her world, and he realizes it's a
lot larger than he thought.
Bianca's coffee business is booming, but her love life
is lacking. With each step her friends—the other three horsemen of the apocalypse—take
toward happiness, she holds herself back. As visions of the future threaten
everything the horsemen have built, Bianca finds a man who sees all of her: the
light and the dark, and for a little while she becomes Mistress Lethe, a simple
woman and the embodiment of Conquest. But fate plays cruel jokes, and
after only a short time with Victor she is confronted with a decision that
can save the world but cost her the first man that’s ever made her want to
be human.
When a mysterious stranger arrives bearing ill omens,
Bianca wonders if she can keep together her motley crew in order to save
the world. Or will the threesome’s tangled emotions usher in the apocalypse?
Come and see.
Interview with Bianca
Bianca is the main character in the novel, On a White Horse.
She is also the horseman of Conquest. Today we are interviewing her:
1 What is your idea of perfect
happiness?
That
is a hard question. It’s not something I think about often. I suppose my idea
of perfect happiness is a moment. Just moment upon moment of comfort and
contentedness.
2 What is your greatest fear?
Ending
the world one day.
3 What is the trait you most
deplore in yourself?
My
weakness. That fact that I have people in my life I care enough about that it
would physically harm me if something happened to them. It’s a weakness but a
necessary one.
4 What is the trait you most
deplore in others?
The
same thing. I can see it in others and some weakness is necessary like loved
ones but some aren’t. Addictions and unkindness…both a form of weakness I can’t
abide.
5 Which
living person do you most admire?
Cloris. But don’t tell her or I
would never hear the end of it. She has a strength I admire.
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Author Bio:
Monica Corwin is an outspoken writer who attempts to make
romance accessible to everyone no matter their preferences. As a new Northern
Ohioian Monica enjoys snow drifts, three seasons of weather, and disliking
Michigan. When not writing Monica spends time with her daughter and her ever
growing collection of tomes about King Arthur.
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Excerpt:
Bianca berated herself for
succumbing to such distraction. Victor, his body, sighs, and all that toned
brown skin. Even after her seal was stolen, she still couldn’t get him from her
mind. It’s not like they didn’t have an idea of who stole it. It made sense she’d
target Bianca since she’d humiliated her when they fought with Hel in the
Underworld. The fact that a hellhound had entered her home while she and
Katherine were out and stole the crown enraged her. Even Victor’s beautiful
body couldn’t heal that sense of violation. When she raced home and found the
place empty, at first fear flashed through her for Katherine’s safety, but she
called the others and located them all at Scarlet’s place. They partied along
completely oblivious through the theft of her seal and where was she? Shame
poured over her as her mind drifted back to Victor.
Every inch of her wanted to
take Victor again and mark him as her own. His sighs resounded in her mind as
she stared at her ceiling during the night. And often, since she’d woken up,
she’d stop and think about him. She’d ridden him on the floor, and he’d taken
everything she dished out and wanted more. For her first human BDSM
relationship, she wadded in neck deep. She researched online about BDSM
relationships and learned she’d claim him if he wanted her to. Collar him and
then set the standards of whatever came afterward.
For a moment, she
considered what kind of collar one would put on a human and if he might
actually wear it. Maybe only at the club or in play. Parts of her discounted
the notion because she loved nothing impeding her hands from his bare skin.
Beautifully unmarred by accessories…but he also cut a nice suit.
She slammed the open book
in her lap closed as the bus rattled along between taxis and tourist rigs. No
point in pretending anymore. She’d read ten words since she opened it fifteen
minutes prior, and three stops remained until she would exit the bus and trek
the couple blocks to work. Cloris wanted her, and all of them, to use her car
service, but most of them loved the independence and the ability to go about
their day and live their own life. Even if they did spend most of their time
together. She worried after Katherine though. The woman cared too much about
others for her own good, and Bianca feared someone would take advantage of her
gentle heart.
A man bumped against her as
the bus hit a pothole. He grabbed the pole in front of her that aligned with
the seats. All the seats were taken, or she’d have shifted to another one. She
glared over at him to find him leering down her cleavage. If she were Scarlet,
she’d make him hurt for the insult. Cloris would stare him down and make him
regret his daring. If she were Katherine, she’d politely excuse herself to
another area of the bus until departure and then forget about it. She glanced
back at him as he continued staring, and she didn’t care. None of it mattered
because a numb emptiness suffused her. Sitting on a bus full of humans, milling
around, living their menial lives. The end of the world might be a favor to them.
Give them something to fight for.
Her hands tingled with the
power inside her. She shook them to try dissipating the sensation, but it
didn’t work. The edge she’d worn off at the club returned with a vengeance. A
reminder as that conquering power began to force its way back up again. The man
shifted his hand and grazed her breast as he shifted it up the pole in front of
the row of seats. Her control snapped and she grabbed his chin. For a moment,
the lust in his eyes, and then behind it the disgusted dirty deeds he’d
committed in his life, were all she could see. The way he used and abused women
before tossing them away.
His voice broke the spell.
“You know you want it.”
She leaned in and pressed
her lips to his in barely the promise of a kiss, and shoved the raw power
inside him. When she pulled away, she smiled and whispered against his mouth.
“You will never touch another woman again. Every time you do your skin will
itch and burn as if you caught fire.”
He shifted and attempted to
break the grip she held on his chin. She wasn’t Cloris, Katherine, or Scarlet,
but she was stronger than a human woman. She patted him on the cheek, before
releasing him, and he flinched back with a pained expression.
The bus jerked to a halt
and she parted the crowd to exit. Once the cool air hit her face, she realized
the direction her mind drifted and stopped cold. She’d only seen Victor a
couple days prior, and the time she spent with him kept the edge of the need to
control at bay, but after two days without the power, it began to rise from the
depths of her demanding to be used, demanding the respect. She sighed as a cold
sweat sprouted at her temples. She began a heavy march toward the shop and
started to wonder if working would be a bad idea. To be around customers and
people making demands of her. That might not be a good mix to her already
unpredictable powers. She reached into her pocket for her phone and hit one of
her worker’s numbers. “Hey, Tina, it’s B. Do you mind taking my shift this
afternoon?”
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