{"id":1502,"date":"2016-11-24T01:05:45","date_gmt":"2016-11-24T06:05:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kate-hill.com\/compellingbeastsblog\/?p=1502"},"modified":"2016-10-26T13:10:05","modified_gmt":"2016-10-26T17:10:05","slug":"story-sample-chained-to-the-tigers-bed-by-kelex","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/compellingbeastsblog\/2016\/11\/24\/story-sample-chained-to-the-tigers-bed-by-kelex\/","title":{"rendered":"Story Sample: Chained to the Tiger\u2019s Bed by Kelex"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"kchainedtothetigersbed\"Title: <\/strong>Chained to the Tiger\u2019s Bed<\/p>\n

Author:<\/strong> Kelex<\/p>\n

Blurb:<\/strong><\/p>\n

What\u2019s ten million to a multi-billionaire, when he wants someone worth much more?<\/em><\/p>\n

When Dylan Howell is handed over to a ruthless tiger to pay his father\u2019s business debt, he\u2019s sure his life is over.\u00a0 He won\u2019t be used and abused as a sexual slave to the shifter, no matter how much he craves Jameson Ravensworth\u2019s touch.<\/p>\n

Jameson knows the omega lion is his from the minute the man walks into his office.\u00a0 The money means nothing to him, not when something he desires more is offered up to him.<\/p>\n

Dylan struggles to fend off Jameson and his wicked lusts.\u00a0 The lion soon learns the depths of Jameson\u2019s dark delights as well as senses his own depravity.\u00a0 As his body is tormented, he grows closer to the tiger, but how can he fall in love when he\u2019s owned body and soul?<\/p>\n

Excerpt: <\/strong><\/p>\n

Weeks on a train had an ill effect on Jameson\u2019s body. Between the horrid food and the constant noise, he was happy to finally see his trip come to an end. He rose from his seat and stretched his fatigued limbs as the car he\u2019d been imprisoned in slowed to a stop. The British East India Company had built this rail line to export their Indian goods back to the United Kingdom, not to transport passengers\u2014although, from what Jameson had been reading, they had been bringing a number of troops to the savage land to quell the numerous uprisings of late.<\/p>\n

The bellman assigned to him for the trip opened the door at the front of the car. Stewart, while unused to serving gentlemen, had been quite adept at his job. Jameson knew he would not have handled the journey as well had it not been for the man.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy lord, I have been told there will be a gentleman awaiting you at the station to show you to your father,\u201d Stewart said. \u201cI will have one of our men take your baggage to his manor.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jameson clasped Stewart on the shoulder. \u201cI thank you for your continued assistance. My journey would\u2019ve been arduous without it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stewart smiled and bent slightly at the waist before urging him forward. Jameson followed the man outside the car and stepped down onto solid ground for the first time in far too long. His calves shook\u2026 his whole body did. The vibrations of the train still moved through his body with each step he took.<\/p>\n

\u201cLord Jameson Ravensworth?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jameson turned at the sound of his name, spoken with thickly accented English. A tall, dark-brown-skinned man eyed him with curious golden eyes. He wore a tunic embroidered with a thread almost the same color as those eyes\u2014as well as a turban of a similar shade. It was a stark reminder Jameson was no longer in England. There would likely be more interesting sights to behold along this voyage. A smile came to his lips at the thought of it all. \u201cI am he.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFollow me,\u201d the man said, turning.<\/p>\n

Jameson watched as the man quickly turned tail and left him. Thanks to a long and even gait, Jameson was quickly left behind. He placed his top hat on before trailing to catch the man. After walking through a gated door and out onto the street, he felt a stabbing pain to the back of his head\u2026<\/p>\n

Just before darkness captured him.<\/p>\n

****<\/p>\n

Jameson awoke, his head throbbing painfully. He opened his eyes to the barest of light and it still hurt unbearably. After a few minutes, he realized he was lying on a collection of silk pillows that seemed to fill the floor about him. More silk hung from the rafters and drifted down, billowing in the evening breeze. At least, he thought it was evening from the pale light filtering in through those drapes.<\/p>\n

\u201cJameson Ravensworth.\u201d<\/p>\n

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