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Rhona

The Moorland Maidens : Book One

By: Maryse Dawson
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: ©2017 by Blushing Books® and Maryse Dawson
Nine Chapters / 31,400 Words
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In the year 1091, the Scottish king, Malcolm III, is a thorn in England’s side. He is constantly invading and taking English lands for his own gain.The English king, William II, has had enough. Seeking to bring Malcolm to heel, he demands the capture of his nieces to use as hostages against him.

By the king’s command, Rhona and her cousins are captured and taken south, where they are imprisoned as pawns to be used in a battle between kings.

But Rhona is no milksop. With steel in her heart and fire in her belly, she seeks to escape at every opportunity. A difficult task, when her gaoler is a handsome Norman knight who has no compunction in taking a feisty maiden to task.

Leon has never met a woman like Rhona. Her fiery spirit stirs him like no other and he finds himself falling in love with the passionate, auburn-haired maiden. But can he win her heart? Will she ever be able to love the man who took her captive?

Publisher's Note: This story contains explicit and disciplinary scenes. If either of these offend you, please do not read this book.

Chapter One

Cumbria, England. The year of our lord 1091…

Rhona, crouching behind a large boulder on top of Beacon Hill, squinted her eyes and peered as hard as she could into the distance, down across the craggy, stone littered moorland. "I cannot see anyone, Alana."

Alana, one of her younger cousins, huffed loudly, clearly annoyed that her older cousin didn't believe her. "I swear to you, I saw them."

"You speak false. You have made me climb all the way up here for no reason!" Rhona chided her.

"I tell you," Alana responded earnestly. "As certain as I am crouching here, I saw them. Three of them."

"Then where are they now?"

"I know not."

Rhona arched an eyebrow and fixed her cousin with a condescending look. "Do you think to lure me away from my chores? I may only be three years older than you, Alana, but it makes me far wiser. I will warrant that you simply wish me to get into trouble with Father when he finds out I still have my needlework to finish."

Her father, as much as he admired her prowess with a bow, was trying to urge her towards more ladylike pursuits and had asked her mother to set her tasks to do. If unfinished by the time he returned, she would be punished. Her father had two ways of punishing her and those were to either confine her to the house for a whole day, which she absolutely detested, or depending how bad she had been, he would give her several licks with the dreaded strap.

"That is unfair, Rhona," Alana hissed. "Upon my soul, I saw three Norman knights. They were down there by the water's edge."

"Well, they are not there now. Come, you can aid me. Together, we will finish the work."

Alana pulled a face. "Eugh, must I?"

Rhona rolled her eyes. Sometimes, Alana acted so much less mature than she should at eighteen. "Aye, you must!" Rhona chided her, poking her in the side.

Alana leapt up and began running for home. Rhona called after her, "If you hide, I shall find you and there will be hell to pay!"

In response, Alana turned around and poked out her tongue. Rhona picked up her skirts and took after her, a broad grin on her face. She may be twenty-one but she still loved a good rough and tumble with her cousins and sister. Especially, when the air was so sweet and fresh, the autumn sun still filling the air with its warming rays. She glanced over her shoulder one last time and then stopped dead in her tracks, her jaw going slack and her eyes widening with shock.

For, there, on the stony path a little way off, were the very Normans Alana had warned her of. They were astride three enormous destriers and, worst of all, they had spotted her.

In absolute panic, she sped off, shouting to Alana to hasten her pace. She could hear the hoof beats getting louder and louder as they approached and she whimpered in fear, spurring herself to run faster.

Her mother, Hextilda, had warned them all to be wary of strangers, most especially Normans. And with good reason, for Rhona's father was Donald Canmore, brother to Malcolm Canmore, the ruling king of Scotland.

Malcolm was a thorn in England's side, never submitting but constantly invading. When he had invaded Northumbria and Cumbria twenty years ago and put it under Scottish rule, Donald and Hextilda made the decision to move to Cumbria to begin a new life in the extended kingdom.

Malcolm had not named Donald as a successor to the throne, for he had a son to inherit the title. So, having no real reason to remain near his brother's castle, Donald had set up home further away. But living so close to the English border meant they had to be vigilant.

Rhona and her younger sister, Bethoc, had been raised in Cumbria and, for the past five years, had been joined by their cousins, Heather and Alana, whose mother, Hextilda's sister, had died from typhus. Their father, Duncan, had been killed in battle the previous year, so having no other relatives, Hextilda had kindly taken them in.

There had been a bit of rivalry at first, but they had soon settled down, and now, the four girls loved and protected each other as well as any siblings. In fact, you could hardly tell them apart, for they all had lustrous auburn hair.

They had lived in Cumbria relatively peacefully for the last twenty years. Until now.

As she ran towards home, Rhona's father's words rang in her ears. He had warned them that one day the Normans may try to take back what was once theirs and they should always be watchful, especially now the English crown had passed to King William II. Their father reasoned that he would want to win back what his father, William the Conqueror, had lost.

Was this the time? Could this be the moment of invasion? She could feel the fear building in her chest and prayed to God her family would be kept safe.

* * *

Leon Charbonneau urged his mount onward, quickening the pace. He had his sights on the girl in front of him and had no intention of letting her escape. Her long auburn hair cascaded around her shoulders and he couldn't help but admire the glimpse of her shapely ankles as she ran ahead of him.

He, along with his brother, Theodore, and cousin, Jacques, had been watching the house nigh on two days and now was their moment to attack. Donald Canmore had been seen to depart that morning, leaving the household vulnerable to attack, an opportunity they were not going to miss.

King William, known to many as William Rufus, demanded the capture of Donald's two daughters and two nieces—all of them or as many of them as they could capture. They would be taken down to the south of England, where William intended to use them as hostages against King Malcolm.

King Malcolm seemed intent on taking more and more land for the Scottish crown, laying claim to the fertile English soil, but William Rufus intended to put a stop to it. Enough was enough.

Donald's household wasn't the easiest of targets but, compared to King Malcom's virtually impenetrable stronghold, it was a little more attainable. Donald's home consisted of a large central stone dwelling with one tower. Easy enough for Leon and his comrades to attack. Even easier with Donald absent.

Spurring his horse onward, he gained ground, dust and grit flying from his horse's hooves. His quarry screamed when he tried to grab her shoulder, and she slapped his hand away. She was a feisty one and it would seem she wasn't going to come easy. He felt a surge of adrenalin rush through him. There was nothing more exhilarating than a chase —whether it was hunting food for his table or capturing a pretty wench, as was the case now.

He galloped ahead of her and, bringing his horse to an abrupt halt, he jumped down and turned to catch her.

* * *

Rhona shrieked when she saw him running straight towards her and took off down an incline. She heard him shout to the other two men, telling them to carry on and get the others.

She whimpered and half slid, half stumbled down the hill, the uneven ground hindering her escape. What did he mean, get the others? Did they mean to capture them all? She had no time to think further, for a large gloved hand settled on her shoulder, halting any further progress.

She screamed and tried to shrug him off but he already had hold of her arm and was pulling her towards him.

"Unhand me! How dare you?" she spat, her anger almost overtaking her fear. "You have no right to take hold of me."

"Desist!" Leon thundered, his voice full of authority. "Or you will have us both falling down to the lake." His voice was deep and had a slight Norman inflection to it.

"I care not! Get off me!" she yelled angrily, trying to twist her arm away from his hulking great body. His strength was far beyond her limits and no amount of pushing or shoving seemed to make the slightest difference.

"Be still, woman!" he commanded, wrestling her onto her back but, still, she fought against him. He pushed her hands down onto the ground and lay his body over her lower half so she was trapped.

With a mixture of fury and fear, she glared up at him. "Who are you? What do you want? If you mean to kill us all then you will be sorry!"

He stared back at her calmly, his dark blue eyes unwavering. "I assure you I have no intention of killing you—any of you. My name is Leon Charbonneau and I am here by command of King William."

"He has no authority here!" she said bravely. "This is Scottish soil and you, sir, are trespassing." A trickle of fear slipped down her spine, despite her resolve.

He gave a low chuckle. "You have spirit, given that you are now my captive. I suggest you come quietly and accept your fate because I have no intention of letting you free. King William demands your presence, and as one of his most trusted knights, I intend to make sure you are taken to him."

Rhona narrowed her eyes. "I will not go willingly."

"No matter. You have no choice. What is your name?"

Rhona raised her chin and glared at him, her eyes blazing with anger. She clamped her lips firmly together and refused to answer him.

He nodded his head slowly. "I see. Well, you are either Rhona, Bethoc, or, maybe, Heather or Alana, but as you refuse to tell me which one, I shall simply call you Dougal."

Rhona gasped. "Dougal?"

"Aye, Dougal."

"But that is a man's name."

"So?"

"I am not a man!"

"Nay, I can see that." His eyes shifted down her body, noting the rise and fall of her ample bosom. She was just about to let forth a torrent of the most loathsome insults she could think of, when, over her shoulder, she heard a shriek at the top of the incline. It sounded like Heather. She tried to wriggle around but the knight wouldn't let her. "Let me free!"

"By all means." For an instant, her arms were free as he used his hands to help himself stand but by the time she had scrambled to her feet, he had her entrapped again, only this time, he flung her over his shoulder. She gasped and kicked her legs but it only earned her a sharp, stinging swat to her posterior.

"I said be still!" he growled. "If you continue, I will thrash your behind until you behave!"

Rhona's mouth gaped open at his words. The man might be a 'trusted knight' where he came from but, in her opinion, he was acting akin to a caveman. Wisely, though, she decided to keep quiet until she could see her cousin. Perhaps, together, they could manage to escape.

Leon skilfully and agilely climbed back up the hill, her weight doing little, if anything, to hinder him. She watched the ground go past beneath his boots and wondered what King William had in store for them.

* * *

Leon reached the top of the hill and looked to his brother and cousin, both astride their mounts with two other girls secured in front of them on each saddle, their hands tied in front of them, their mouths now gagged.

"Where is the fourth girl?" he asked.

"Nowhere to be found."

He muttered an oath and Theodore spoke quickly. "Make haste, Leon," he urged, darting a glance over his shoulder.

"Aye, Theo. I am going as fast as I can but this is one feisty lass," Leon said, heaving Rhona off his shoulder and letting her feet drop to the ground. He had thought his threat of a spanking might make her compliant but it seemed she had been simply biding her time for the right moment.

Rhona shoved him with all her might, her two small hands pushing against his broad chest and, caught off guard, he stumbled backwards a pace. She took off towards home, her long auburn hair whipping behind her. Muttering an expletive, Leon hastened after her, his long stride covering the distance between them in no time at all. His steely arms wrapped around her and she was captured once more. She shrieked loudly, calling for help whilst doing her best to fight him off, kicking her feet out and trying to bite his hands.

"God, give me strength," Leon growled, hoisting her off the ground. He placed her under one arm, still kicking and struggling and took her over to his horse.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Rhona shrieked, doing everything in her power to thwart him.

"Here!" Theo threw Leon a length of twine and he expertly tied Rhona's wrists together.

"You will regret this!" Rhona hissed, narrowing her eyes with fury.

He placed his hands beneath her elbows and lifting her off the ground, placed his face inches from hers and, his eyes dark, he growled, "Nay, you will be the one with regrets, my feisty miss, if you misbehave again."

She pursed her full lips but her hazel eyes still spat fire at him. He set her back down and turned her around, before gagging her with a piece of cloth tied around her head. He ushered her towards his horse and she tried to dig her heels in, pushing her small frame against him but he just pushed her harder so she had no choice except to comply.

His cousin, Jacques, urged him to hurry. "We have tied them all up at the house but Donald could return at any moment."

"Aye, I am going as fast as I can." He picked Rhona up and set her upon his horse, agilely mounting behind her. With a swift kick to the horse's flanks, he set off towards the south.

* * *

Rhona may not have had her hands free but she did everything else in her power to try and stop the powerful knight from kidnapping her. Throwing her head back, she tried to catch his chin with the top of her skull and inflict damage but she was too small. So, she resorted to bashing her head against his chest and moaning loudly through the gag.

Unfortunately, it didn't seem to have any effect on the hulking great oaf so she tried to kick her feet back against his shins. She received a little satisfaction when he swore loudly but it still did nothing to deter him. He simply urged his horse to go faster.

She looked down at the arms encompassing her as he held the reins. Covered in chainmail, they looked huge. He wore leather gloves, but even so, his fingers looked long. Like the rest of him. He was bigger than her father, who was, himself, just over six feet tall.

As they travelled across the miles, her anger dissipated to be replaced by fear. Why did King William want her and her cousins taken captive? What use were they to him? She thought hard. Her father had no claim to the throne so he was no real threat. Well, he hadn't been a threat. He certainly would be now, though. She pictured her father's rage when he found his daughter and two nieces had been taken.

King William would rue this day.

She focussed on the two horses in front of her, watching the turf fly in their tracks. Her two cousins were hidden by the bulk of their captors but she knew they would be just as scared as she was.

For the moment, she resigned herself to her current situation, deciding that staying alive was far preferable than falling to the ground and being trampled upon or breaking a bone in the fall.

As she was jostled around, she thought hard on how she would escape when they came to a halt, because if this knight thought she was going to give in easily then he could think again!

* * *

After several hours travelling, Leon called ahead to his companions, "We will make camp just outside Grassington. We should reach it within the hour."

"Aye. I could do with a rest, as could the horses," Theodore agreed. "I think we are far enough away now to be safe."

Leon felt the girl in front of him shift angrily. She was a fiery wench, with eyes full of mischief and daring. This was no milk sop of a girl. Far from it. But it was not a surprise, for Canmore strength was in her soul. A clan known for their spirit and resilience.

It was a shame the fourth girl had evaded them. He correctly surmised that it was Bethoc they had failed to capture, for she was only eleven, and these three girls had the curves of women.

He studied the top of his captive's head. Her silky auburn locks cascaded around her slender shoulders and he suddenly had a desire to touch it. Frowning, he admonished himself. She was his captive—nay, the Crown's captive, and therefore, out of reach. For the moment, anyway. Disliking where his thoughts were leading him, he urged his horse into a canter.

They reached the outskirts of Grassington and brought their horses to a standstill near a small copse with a narrow stream running through it. Leon dismounted first and, reaching up, lifted Rhona from the saddle. She was still as rebellious as earlier, the long ride seeming to have done little to quell her temper.

"I am going to remove your gag but only on the proviso that you remain quiet. If you start shouting, I will put it straight back on. Do you understand?" he told her.

She nodded, and he stared at her for a full few seconds, deciding if she would comply before turning her around. He untied the gag and she immediately spat it out, making noises of disgust. Jacques and Theodore had already done the same to the other two girls, and the three were ushered forward to a grassy spot where they were made to sit down.

Leon pointed his finger at them. "If you know what is good for you, you will remain quiet. If any of you starting shrieking or hollering, the gags will go straight back on. Be under no illusion that I mean what I say."

The girls nodded, watching him warily. Turning his back on them, he spoke to Jacques. "See if you can trap us a rabbit or hare. Theo and I will get a fire going."

Jacques was better than any of them at procuring fresh meat. He, for one, was starving. They had been on the road for days and, each time they had stopped, Jacques had managed to get them fresh meat for the spit. It had kept not only their energy levels up for their mission ahead but their spirits, as well.

He began gathering twigs and small branches from the edge of the copse. What he would give for a comfortable bed rather than the hard ground. Only another few days and he would be back in his own rooms, with a grateful king and more coins to fill his purse.

Every now and then, he glanced over to the three girls. They were whispering together, no doubt plotting ways to escape, but their hands were still tied and Theo was within feet of them, watching their every move. So even if they did try and run, they wouldn't get very far.

They were all comely lasses but his captive intrigued him.

As if she knew he was thinking of her, she turned to look at him. She arched an eyebrow, and tilting her small chin stubbornly, she shuffled around until her back was to him.

He chuckled to himself and picked up some more wood. She would be fun to tame. Like a high spirited filly. He found his thoughts turning to Matilda, the daughter of a wine merchant in Fearnham, a small village near the castle. The woman seemed intent on having him for a husband. But, although winsome, he balked at the idea. She had proven herself to be selfish on occasion, a trait he abhorred in anyone, let alone a future wife. Nay, as much as he enjoyed the dalliance, she would never become his wife.

Satisfied with his pile of twigs and wood, he walked over to Theo and, between them, they began to prepare a small fire.

* * *

Rhona twisted her wrists for the umpteenth time, trying to break her bonds, but apart from causing friction burns, they simply wouldn't budge. The Norman bastard had tied it too well, it would seem. She darted a look at him again, wishing the fire he was stoking would suddenly leap up and engulf him. But no such luck.

Heather spoke quietly so the men couldn't hear. "How are we going to escape? We cannot let them take us to King William. Once there, we will be imprisoned with no hope of ever getting away."

"What do they want of us?" hissed Alana. "We are of no use to them."

Rhona shook her head. "If they think to use us as hostages against King Malcolm, I wonder if our uncle will even care, let alone send someone to rescue us."

"Fie, Rhona!" exclaimed Heather. "Speak not so harshly of Malcolm. He will come to our aid. He must!"

"I wish I had your confidence, cousin," Rhona replied. "But we have not seen him for years. Wherefore would he help now? He and Father are not so close."

"Shhh!" hissed Alana. "The other man is coming back."

Three pairs of eyes followed Jacques as he walked back to camp. He had two dead rabbits slung over his back, which he gave to Leon.

"I hope they give us some of that meat," Alana said, eyeing the carcasses greedily. "I am so hungry."

Rhona rolled her eyes. "You are ever hungry, Alana. Help us formulate an escape plan, rather than think of your stomach."

Alana pursed her lips before snapping, "It would do us well to escape on a full stomach and not wither away from starvation trying to find our way back home."

"Escape?" said a deep voice. The three girls looked up in shock. Theo stood right beside them. "There will be no escape." He set his foot on a log next to them and leaned closer. "You are the king's prisoners now, and with us three watching over you, you will be going nowhere without our say so." His eyes bore into theirs before he turned on his heel and went to assist his brothers with the food preparation.

Rhona glared after him, more determined than ever to return home. Somehow, they would succeed.

Joanie Miller on 06/21/2017 04:36pm
I enjoyed this story set amid the conflict between eleventh century Scotland and England. The characters were well-developed, with three distinct personalities for the three girls who were captured. Rhona is the most obstinate of the three, and earned quite a few punishments from the handsome knight, Leon. I liked her character and Leon's as well. I have no knowledge regarding the historical accuracy of the book, but as it's fictional, I don't care about that. The plot was interesting with several conflicts, the last being the forbidden romance. The book was easy to read, despite the period language. I'm looking forward to book two.
Goldie Nut on 06/20/2017 04:07am
Meet Leon and Rhona. Well a political pawn King Malcolm III nieces are captured by King William II. Rhona is
very much a fighter in her own rights and her attempts to escape all are almost stopped by Leon. Leon finds
himself taking her in hand more than once. Everywhere that Rhona goes trouble is soon to follow.
Rjr on 06/17/2017 03:39pm
A short, sweet spanking romance. This story takes place in medieval times and involves couples from both sides of a border disagreement. Although the couples start out as enemies they come to see that you can't choose who you love. Convincing family and friends that their relationships should be allowed, is a whole other process. There are quite a number of spankings and a little humor with an interesting storyline. Choose this book when you're in the mood for a well written, short, sweet romance.
BlueDiamond on 06/16/2017 09:48pm
Three beautiful captives make for an entertaining read. I enjoyed this book about Rhona and Leon and am looking forward to Alana and Heather%u2019s stories.
Margaret Corcoran on 06/16/2017 12:36pm
This is a sweet interesting read full of feisty women and spankings. Well written. The era is vividly described. The characters are well done. There is plenty in this story to hold the reader's interest. I received an ARC copy of this book and I highly recommend it.
Redrabbitt on 06/16/2017 09:34am
The plot will send Leon, along with his brother, Theodore, and cousin, Jacques, sent by their King William, II to capture the daughters and nieces of Donald, brother to King Malcolm. The girls may be captured, but they don%u2019t go along easily, and Rhona will fight hard, and try anything to escape in route, earning the ire of Leon, and a spanking for her attempts. Even at the castle, she is constantly stirring up trouble, looking for an escape route and causing problems. Maybe King William was too kind to allow these girls freedom of movement in the keep.

You can%u2019t help but love the spunky, ingenuity, determination, grit, and meddle of Rhona. Between her and her two cousins, they hatch some clever plans for escape. What Leon and Rhona never counted on was a hate-love scenario and to develop feelings for each other. Leon proves to be a man of his word, shows his strength and control over Rhona without breaking her spirit. His brawn will make capturing and restraining her easily enough, holding to his word and spanking her, but also proving a tenderness and determination to woo her later on. When they admit their feelings for each other, their new battle will be winning her father over.

There is chemistry and sparks between Leon and Rhona, even if at first it is hate, it will change. The story is full of angst, anger, dubious consent, with feisty Scottish lasses and dominant Norman Knights. There are several spanking scenes and a couple of intimate scenes. I look forward to the next book in The Moorland Maidens series.
Nancy Hughes on 06/15/2017 09:45am
I loved this book, it doesn't miss a beat. There is romance, adventure, a kidnapping, spankings, sex, and a happy ending. You can read this as a standalone. I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book.
Becca D on 06/15/2017 02:49am
I enjoyed the first part of this book very much, particularly the fact that it veered away from the more typical story lines in this genre. Rhona and her cousins were strong and admirable women who refused to bend to the will of the men trying to use them as pawns in their political machinations. I'll admit I don't know much about this time period - 1091 and 1092 in England - but there were times things felt a bit muddled up historically.

For example, as the story proceeded I found the attempts to use more historically accurate dialog increasingly irritating. I realize this is often a no win situation for authors of historical fiction, but the dialog was often stilted and confusing rather than evocative of the period.

The second part of the story was less interesting to me, mainly because the central conflict simply disappeared suddenly in a case of confusion between lust and love. I was also expecting considerably more erotic content based on the blurb I received, but in fact there was very little.

All in all a somewhat interesting story with a lackluster relationship between the protagonists. Hopefully when we get to the stories of Rhona's cousins things will heat up a bit more.

I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book.
DB on 06/14/2017 10:29pm
This is the first book in this series and it is great! Leon and Rhona meet when he and two other knight capture her and her cousins. He is the knight that she rides with and also tries to escape from. Her first attempt at escaping, when he finds her, it is the first time he spanks her. This book was filled with Rhona receiving many spankings from Leon,a wonderful love story, many laugh out loud moments, one of her cousins also falling for one of the knights, Rhona always trying to escape, great dialogue and humor. This was a quick read, maybe the others will be longer. Loved it and can't wait for the next one. 5 big stars!

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