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Renn Reviews For ALISON'S WONDERLAND by Belita Renn Suffice it to say that Alisin has fallen
into a very different and sexual world. Depending on whether or not
she insults the queen, Alisin will either have a satisfying experience
or it's Off With Her Head! Sample Chapter For ALISON'S WONDERLAND by Belita Renn
Alisin Hambray’s life was hopelessly dull and more than anything, she longed for adventure. She leaned on the windowsill and gazed down the empty road, thinking wistfully of the fun her parents would be having. Her parents had departed for the games that King James had arranged for the entertainment of his son, Edward. If only she had been allowed to go to the games, but she knew why they hadn’t allowed it. They thought she didn’t know of the private games that took place when the King hosted tournaments. Certainly there would be jousting, and archery matches to enhance the pride of the men who wished to boast their skills. Flaunting their accomplishments was a favorite pastime for men. The private games were what interested Alisin. Husbands and wives had to be careful to conceal their trysts, but for the single members of the gathering there were plenty willing to partake in carnal bliss. Sighing, she picked up her basket and headed for the garden. She was twenty-one and had only had one lover, the Black Knight of Paris. He had arrived with his garrison and honored her father by delivering a message from King James. Her father had offered him a room to take his ease. Excellent food and beer to satisfy his hungers were in ready supply. Thoman was his name, Sir Thoman Histibo of Paris. Merely recalling their intimacies made the emptiness of her female core clench with longing. Alisin knew she wanted him after one look at the handsome knight with strong muscles and battle scars on his arms. Retiring early following the evening meal, she had gone to her room to prepare for the night ahead. After removing her heavy velvet gown, she had slipped into a sheer chemise that revealed her soft curves, the small round globes of her breasts and the auburn curls at the apex of her thighs. Her golden-streaked brown eyes were attractive with her porcelain complexion. She sprinkled rose water on her body and hair before slipping on her dressing gown. Upon leaving her chamber, she hurried down the hall to the guestrooms. There she waited in the knight’s chamber for his arrival. After removing her dressing gown, she lay across his bed clothed only in the see-through material, her body on display to tempt him. In his cups, Thoman hadn’t thought twice about accepting her unspoken offer. When she thought of their night together, she didn’t feel regret over joining with the strong knight in his bed. He had been eager to show his appreciation. Smiling, she recalled how he had shucked his tunic while crossing to the bed. Half-naked, he had fallen onto her like a starved man grabbing food. His mouth covered her face with kisses, while a large, coarse hand grasped her breast through the soft material and captured the turgid nipple between his thumb and index finger. His tongue had invaded her mouth and plundered, while urgent hands had torn her chemise from her body. She felt he had taught her the true meaning of hungry kisses that night. As Alisin neared the side door that would grant her entrance into the garden, she closed her eyes, remembering the feelings Thoman’s hands had evoked in her body. She could still recall the tug of his mouth upon her nipples, although months had passed since the glorious encounter. In the morning, he had bid her family farewell, and although he hadn’t spoken privately with her, his gentle gaze had lingered on her face. Alisin sighed, regretting his parting. Perhaps one day, he would return. Her pelvic muscles clenched with longing at the mere thought of their time together. She needed a man to rub her itch for physical connection. She strolled through the collage of blooms. The sweet aroma filled the air. Although I love the aroma of flowers, I want more than to spend my time gathering them to decorate chambers. Alisin wandered down the path to the arbor. The vines on the side of the arbor provided a spot concealed from anyone inside the house, which was her favorite place in the garden. Sitting behind the wall of flowers, Alisin knew she had a few minutes of complete privacy. Usually she used these moments for daydreaming. Today her concentration was focused on her body because of the memory of the Black Knight. Spreading her legs, she pressed her hands between her thighs at her crotch. Pushing on the material of her gown, she felt the pulsing throb of her growing desire within her body. The material made it difficult for her to touch herself, but she could feel the pressure of her fingers against her female core. The material covering her breasts was much easier to feel through. Moving her hand to her nipple, she stroked her fingers over the soft center, while the other rubbed against her feminine lips. Her head fell back as the jolt of her touch moved into her chest, then down to meet the sensations in her core. Alisin lifted one foot onto the bench so she could rub the material against her clit and feel the sensations within her body. She pushed between her lips and rubbed her aching flesh. Her body trembled so hard if felt as if the bench upon which she sat were shivering. “Mistress?” Mistress Sandson, the housekeeper and her chaperone in her parents’ absence, called from the garden. Startled, Alisin snatched her hands away from her private parts and moved from the bench in embarrassment. Quickly she smoothed her skirt down. As she peeked around the flowers to call to Mistress Sanderson, Alisin realized the ground beneath her feet was still trembling—it hadn’t been her body shaking the bench at all. The movement beneath her feet became violent as she stepped from the arbor, forcing Alisin to stop. Rocks from the garden wall tumbled to the ground. The ground before Alisin cracked and split as Miss Sandson came stumbling into view. Alisin ran toward the fallen servant and jumped over the split ground. When she landed on the shaking, crumbling soil, she stumbled backward and fell. As she continued to fall, Alisin cried out in fear. Plant roots and rocks protruded from the dirt walls of the ground passing by her eyes. Her long auburn hair fluttered around her head as the opening of the hole rose higher above her. Miss Sandson appeared above the hole, gazing down at her with wide eyes and an open mouth. “Mistress?” Miss Sanderson cried, as Alisin moved deeper into the earth and farther away from her home and security. “Mistress Alisin!” Mistress Sanderson’s scream echoed down the pit as Alisin fell deeper into the earth. Her body flipping, she faced the dirt walls, cracked and with roots and rocks running through the soil. Her waving arms touched nothing, the hole wider than she was tall. Her scream of terror echoed off the walls. Lifting her head, she looked upward at the receding opening of the hole. Mistress Sanderson’s head was only a dark shadow now. Her body turned again, the dirt seeming to be all around her. Glancing down, she looked beneath her body at the approaching bottom of the hole. Her speed had been increasing with each passing moment. She feared that when she hit the hard earth at the bottom of the hole, she would splatter, like an egg dropped off a second floor balcony. Her feet turned toward the bottom of the hole. Her gown puffed up, filling with air, and her descent slowed. Warm air fluttered around her body, caressing her skin. She opened her mouth to scream as the ground approached, but no sound came from her constricted throat. Her voice was paralyzed with fear. Her feet hit the ground at an odd angle, and then she fell onto her knees. As she fell forward, she instinctively held out her arms to catch herself, and then she began rolling. As she tumbled down a dirt hill, she moved under a ledge that formed a ceiling overhead and she rolled into an underground cavern. Then she was suddenly on what felt like grass, which was impossible—grass didn’t grow underground, did it? Alisin supposed as there was light from the hole she had tumbled down that there would be other sources of it inside the cave. The ceiling beside the hole rose higher as she continued down the hillside, until it was so far up it became a black roof above her. Although she could feel the grass beneath her arms and face, it was too dark to see it. The hill’s slope leveled, and she slowed. Finally she was able to stop herself. Sitting up, she held her swimming head. Blinking, she looked up the hill to the source of the light coming from the hole at the top. |