Dorothy Abigail Osborne can't stand another minute in her small Kansas town, where the men are either too old, too young, or too backwoods. Not to mention living with her elderly Aunt Maye, who thinks sex is one of the seven deadly sins. But just as she's packing her bags, disaster strikes. A tornado barrels through her home, snatching up Abby and her Irish Wolfhound, too.
When Abby wakes, she's sure she's dreaming. Not only is she not in Kansas anymore, she's on another planet. An enchanting planet filled with sexy men more than willing to make all her erotic dreams come true...
Lord Kir, Ruler of Emerald City and Lord of the cave-dwelling mountain wolves, finds a treasure on his yellow brick road. She's beautiful. She's confusing. She's absolutely maddening. Abby isn't from his world--nonetheless, he knows he must make her his own.
Teach her the pleasures of submission.
Yes. This was his woman, his kitten, his lifemate. Abby Osborne will belong to Kir for eternity...if he can keep her from killing him first.
Note: Return to Wonderland is set in the same universe as Cheyenne McCray's Wonderland series. Although you will meet many of the same characters, it is not essential to have read the previous books.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Lord Kir of Oz by Cheyenne McCray
Kir slowed his steps as he came upon the red monstrosity that he guessed must be a vehicle of a sort. It had a door flung open.
A beautiful woman sprawled upon the golden pathway at the red beast's feet. She lay completely still, but Kir's senses told him her heartbeat was strong and sure. In the sharp moonlight he saw she had a sprinkling of faerie kisses standing out over the bridge of her nose. Scratches marred her otherwise perfect skin and blood trickled down the side of her face from a cut along her cheek.
Standing over the woman was a wolf-like animal with hackles raised. The creature had a bloody slash across its muzzle. The animal growled and bared its teeth at Kir.
Kir growled in return, bared his fangs, his own fur standing on end. For one moment he thought the creature intended to harm the maiden, but Kir scented the woman's perfume upon the animal and caught the creature's musk on her odd clothing. Likely this animal was her companion.
Relaxing his stance Kir shifted into his man's form, pelt blending to bare skin, bones popping, shifting and elongating as he rose up to tower over the animal. Even as Kir flexed his powerful muscles the creature did not back down. Instead it bared its teeth even more and gave a louder growl. Saliva dripped from the animal's mouth and the position of its tail told Kir the creature was willing to attack to protect the woman.
Lord Kir held out his hand, palm facing the animal. He addressed the creature in thought-speech. I do not wish to harm your mistress, Kir said in a voice that could control any animal, even if the creature did not understand the words he was saying. I only wish to tend to her.
The animal's growl became fainter, then slowly died away. His tail lowered. He cocked his head, eyes fixed on Kir, studying him with intelligent eyes. As Kir projected more calming, controlling thoughts, the creature settled on its haunches and looked expectantly at him.
Kir learned from the animal's mind that it was a dog and its name was O. It was a descendent of the wolf and a brethren. The woman O guarded was known as Abby.
Kir knelt beside the woman--Abby--and held out his hand to O so that the dog might learn his scent. O sniffed then lowered himself to a resting position, asking Kir with his concerned eyes to tend to his mistress.
With all his focus on the woman now, Kir took one of her hands in his. It felt cold, but her pulse beat steadily. Her skin was roughened as if she was a servant rather than the fair maiden she truly was. Perhaps she had been held prisoner in some faraway land.
Her clothing was certainly odd--like that of a man's, only of different cloth. His cock stirred at the sight of her gaping overtunic. The undershirt was ripped and the lovely swell of one breast was exposed, although her nipple remained hidden from sight. The undershirt had thin straps and was tucked into sturdy blue cloth breeches.
What Abby wore reminded Kir somewhat of the outfits worn by the wives of the Kings of Hearts, Spades, Diamonds and Clubs, before the women had been integrated into this world.
The Kings' women had been from a parallel world called Earth. Could this woman have been brought to Emerald City from the same planet?
Kir brought Abby's hand to his lips and kissed the inside of her wrist. The vanilla scent was stronger. He could feel blood flowing through her veins and heard the beat of her heart. He slipped the fingers of his free hand behind her head and immediately the sticky thickness of blood coated his fingers.
Gods, she had suffered a head wound. How bad he did not know. He would need to get Abby to Emerald City and to the healer at once.
Carefully, he scooped her into his embrace, taking care to not jar her head. When he cradled her in his arms, he held her warm body tight to his bare chest. Her beauty took his breath away. And by the gods--her torn undershirt gaped even more, fully exposing one breast and her taut rosebud nipple.
With a groan he lowered his head and brushed his lips over Abby's, needing some connection with her. When he drew back her eyelids fluttered. He found himself looking into the most beautiful cinnamon eyes he had ever seen.
O whined and placed his paw on Kir's leg. With a dazed, confused look upon her lovely features, she glanced down at the dog. O obliged her by wagging his tail. She turned her gaze back to Kir.
In a soft, husky voice, she murmured, "O, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."