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Throwback

ISBN # 1-4199-0429-9

Edited by Heather Osborn.

Cover art by Willo.

Electronic book Publication: November 2005

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales

is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

Warning:

The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. Throwback has been

rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-

rotic), and X (X-treme).

S- ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.

E- rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall

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T HROWBACK

Annie Windsor

Author’s Note

Dungeon Heat: Throwback has a contemporary setting, but the story is just that—a

story, a tale, an erotic fantasy.

Relationships in this book have a strong BDSM flavor and show Master/slave

relationships. However, none of the books in the Dungeon Heat series are intended to

portray true BDSM or Dom/sub relationships as they actually occur.

In the spirit of erotic fantasy, the Dungeon Heat books are also total fantasy when it

comes to responsible sex. In that complicated real world we all so love to escape with

books like these, keep it safe, sane, and con sensual , and always practice safe sex.

Yours in delicious naughtiness,

Annie Windsor

Dedication

For Cheyenne McCray, without whom this book never would have been finished.

Many thanks to Sire Don (www.sdleather-lace.com), endless thanks to Violet Wanda

(www.violetwands.net), and endless hugs to Devilish Dot (www.devilishdots.com),and

other hot, helpful souls who have been so giving in helping me learn what I needed to

know. Also, thanks to the House of Shadowfind and its e-mail list, and especially to the

Kenmeister. Kenny, buddy, you make me laugh—and you make me wonder about

dungeons. Chaining you up in one, I mean, for the safety of the universe, random stray

dogs, and the wonderful world of kink. I hope one day, you finally get your naked

pictures.

Throwback

Prologue

By the age of thirty-two, Gillian Markham had been teaching for seven years. She

had applied for tenure, garnered the required recommendations, published appropriate

scholarly papers—and seen two things she would never forget. The first was too

horrible to ponder, and she did whatever she could to keep her mind from straying in

that direction. The second was too incredible to forget.

The night of the dungeon.

But she shouldn’t think about that now. It wasn’t conducive to working. Gillian

shifted in her chair, grateful that it was larger and more accommodating than the one

she was forced to use at the college. She was a large woman, wide around the hips,

proportioned like a Renaissance painting, according to Reginald Blackmoor, the man

who had raised her after her parents died.

Reggie had always gentled the truth, put a delicate cover over life’s harder

circumstances. Gillian’s weight was one of those circumstances. She’d tried everything

to become less Renaissance and more Modern Art, but she’d given up a few years back.

Now, she worked on being active and healthy, and doing the best she could with the

body heredity saw fit to give her.

She pushed a few strands of her flyaway hair behind her ear and sighed. Maybe she

should finally cut her blonde mop short. No matter what style she tried, her hair

refused to be tamed and orderly like the rest of her life.

Well, like her life had been until Reggie Blackmoor died.

Echoes of her earlier conversation with the executor came forward immediately.

“…biggest damn legal mess I’ve ever seen. Never heard of this, even between

siblings, much less two people who don’t know each other… Don’t know what R.B., Sr.

and his demented attorney were thinking—maybe both of them lost a few marbles

before the bag spilled…”

Another sigh rattled out of Gillian. She didn’t want to think about the disaster

created by Reggie’s will. Not yet, at least. For one more blissful night, the only true

English castle in the state of Tennessee was hers and hers alone—if she didn’t count the

greyhounds and the two live-in servants. Osmond Burns and Jamie Hart were more like

family, anyway. If she lost Blackmoor Downs, they would likely leave with her.

The Survey of History papers Gillian was grading just couldn’t hold her attention,

nor could the essays from the local high school students she tutored. She was too

worried about losing her home and too aware of the looming specter of her upcoming

tenure committee meeting. It was the first of three, but the last step in the long process

of securing job stability.

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