Weekend Writing Warriors for May 7



Welcome to the blog where a group of authors offer 8 – 10 lines of their work, for others to read and comment. When you have finished here, why not click on the link (www.wewriwa.com) and see what others are writing?

I am once again taking my snippet from The Russian Bride. Natasha, who was born in Russia but has spent some years in England, is kidnapped by a Russian criminal called Viktor, and her journey ends at his home, an isolated house in a rural area near St. Petersburg. Viktor takes Natasha into the house, where she meets two young women, who turn out to be Viktor’s lovers. Natasha assumes that she has been brought here to join their number, and is totally unprepared for what Viktor tells her next. (Some punctuation changes from the book to conform to the rules.)

Her voice trembled and was barely audible, “What do you want with me?”

“Well, little Natasha, you need have no fear of me; I am not interested in young girls and I will not touch you without your consent.” He paused, “You look surprised, so you think I am a monster, do you? She did not reply. “I intend to keep you here until you are older, and then I shall expect you to marry me and provide me with a son.”

Natasha stepped back suddenly, “You want me to marry you?”

He laughed. “You think that I am not the marrying sort? Just because I have floozies like those two in my bed, doesn’t mean that I don’t want a wife and child one day. And I have decided that you are ideal to mould into the perfect wife for me.”

(NB Just to clarify things – Natasha is 18 when she is kidnapped, even though Viktor often refers to her as a young girl. He is much older – in his fifties.)

This will be my last snippet from The Russian Bride. As you will know from my earlier snippets, Natasha manages to escape from Viktor after a year of marriage, and is rescued by James. However there are several twists and turns before the story ends. I may take a short break before I post again.



Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants.

Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.

Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.

Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?

Publisher’s Note: This fast-paced tale contains explicit themes including power exchange, capture, multiple sexual partners and discipline. If such material offends, please do not purchase.

Buy Links for The Russian Bride are:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon Canada https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06XH4C3BW

An erotic tale of love and lust


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