They followed Lady Aislynn into a room, brightly lit and decorated much like a farmyard. Fence posts of weathered wood marched along one wall, strung together with barbed wire. A large coil of extra wire hung over one post, the barbs gleaming in the “afternoon” light with sinister intent. Straw had been strewn over the floor and a pitchfork stuck out of a real haystack against a barn façade.
“What exactly do you do here?” Chayse surveyed the room with disgust.
“Fantasy, Officer Wolffe, is what we do here.” Lady Aislynn gestured in a wide sweep and they spotted the other woman.
Nik grunted in surprise and Chayse bit his lips to hold in his growl.
The woman stood against the rough bark of a tree stump, with her hands restrained with thin, cotton cord. Crimson nails contrasted with her long sleeved, low-cut black t-shirt, showing enough cleavage to hide a deck of cards. Her head rested against the tree and her scarlet lips lay parted and slack.
“Wait.” Lady Aislynn held up her hand.
A man dressed as a cowboy bandit strode into the room, spurs jangling. A Stetson shaded his eyes from the harsh light over a bandana tied around his face. One gloved hand snapped a bullwhip in the air and the woman moaned.
Thank you for stopping by. I also want to announce the winner of Carolyn Rosewood's newest release, His Majesty's Secret.
Congratulations, Lyn! Have a great weekend and happy reading!