To Have and To Hold Series by Sofia Bane

An Amazon bestselling historical erotic romance! When Stephen's sister runs away from her arranged marriage to the cruel, cold Nate Harcourt, the family assumes they're ruined - at least, until Stephen volunteers to sign the marriage license in her place... moreAn Amazon bestselling historical erotic romance! When Stephen's sister runs away from her arranged marriage to the cruel, cold Nate Harcourt, the family assumes they're ruined - at least, until Stephen volunteers to sign the marriage license in her place. But when he is forced by the Harcourts to make good on the marriage, living with Nate as his wife, will tensions between them erupt - or will they blossom into a heated passion? Warning: this 7,500 word historical erotic romance contains gay forced marriage, masturbation, frottage, intercrural sex, first time sex, spanking, cropping, and a smoldering love-hate relationship; adults only!Read the entire trilogy! The sequels, To Have and To Hold 2: Taken and To Have and To Hold 3: Bound, are now available in the Kindle store!---Excerpt:Nathaniel was cold but seething, I could see the tension on his pale, pointed face. I couldn't entirely blame him - instead of a new bride, he had public humiliation and me.I spread my hands, attempting sincerity. "I understand you're upset, Harcourt, but - ""But?" he mocked me, drawing out the word."But Lizzie will be back soon." I didn't add, Not that you deserve her.Nathaniel inclined his head, despite still looking dubious. "And until then, you'll be attending to the women's duties."I choked. "Which women's duties?"Nathaniel flashed his teeth in a grin. "Pour me an evening drink, to begin with. You found the kitchen?"I turned to go. "Yes." I left him without another word, biting back the venom I wanted to spit at him. Prick, the utter prick. Still, Nathaniel had leverage over me, as long as Elizabeth was missing. I would humor him until her return, but no longer.At bedtime, he beckoned me up a winding staircase. "You'll be staying in the guest bedroom."That suited me just fine. But rather than showing me to the guest room, Nathaniel led me to the master bedroom - presumably his own. "But first, you'll assist me in undressing for the night."Women's work, right. Servants' work, more like. I swallowed the rest of my mead in a rush before setting the glass down just a bit too heavily on the dresser. "Surely you could manage on your own."In response, Nathaniel undid the top of the ribbon on his tunic and then raised his chin, giving me an expectant look. My punishment, as though I'd let Lizzie run away and my father negotiate this absurd arrangement. I stepped behind Nathaniel, reaching around his slim figure to undo the ribbon in the reflection of the full length mirror before him. Likewise, he watched me in the mirror, a slight smirk playing at his lips. Bastard.His tunic slipped from his shoulders, and I pulled it off him entirely, then cursorily pulled his undershirt over his head. His chest was narrow, hairless, and his skin was testament that he had never seen real work. My hand dipped lower, to undo the top of his breeches, and he arched his hips subtly into my touch. Relishing the power he had over me, if only temporarily.But, in spite of myself, I watched his body move in the mirror, arching and twisting to assist me in undressing him. I pushed his breeches farther down his slender hips, my gaze lingering on the codpiece that rose in a swell between his legs. As my fingers grazed his warm skin beneath his breeches, I felt myself getting hot. less

The bestselling historical erotic romance, and sequel to To Have and To Hold! After Stephen's sister ran away from her arranged marriage to arrogant Nate Harcourt, Stephen volunteered himself, living as Nate's spouse until his sister's return. But as passions bloom between them, Stephen finds himself facing more confusing feelings for Nate. Is this love.. moreThe bestselling historical erotic romance, and sequel to To Have and To Hold! After Stephen's sister ran away from her arranged marriage to arrogant Nate Harcourt, Stephen volunteered himself, living as Nate's spouse until his sister's return. But as passions bloom between them, Stephen finds himself facing more confusing feelings for Nate. Is this love...and how can he guarantee that it's more than a temporary arrangement? Warning: this 7800 word historical erotic romance contains gay forced marriage, frottage, intercrural sex, first time anal sex, spanking, public sex, crossdressing, and a smoldering love-hate relationship; adults only!Read the entire trilogy! The stunning conclusion, To Have and To Hold 3: Bound, now available in the Kindle store!---Excerpt:I wasn't reacting the way Nate expected, not leaning into his touch nor even fighting it. I was still frozen by the idea that Lizzie could return and Nate would be taken from me. God's grace, I was frozen by the realization that I had feelings for Nate at all. But when I pushed his hand off me, he only frowned, shrugged, and asked no questions.We continued in silence for the next four days - I maintained a cool distance between us, and Nate, no doubt confused at this sudden change between us, let me alone. At least until one late night when he let himself into my bedchamber. "I've come to spank you."I couldn't help it, I let out a laugh. I'd been braced for a confrontation, or a teary confession of my confusing feelings. But a spanking? Nate never ceased to amaze me. "What have I done?""You know." He pulled back the bedsheets, raising his eyebrow only slightly when he found me sleeping in the nude. "What do you think your infraction is?"I let myself be pulled over his lap, completely outwitted by his performance. "I didn't take supper with you tonight?" I suggested. "And I didn't join you for a ride yesterday." I waited; his silence meant my answers weren't enough. "And...please tell me, Nate."Smack! His hand came down across my arse, angry and heavy. "Profound disrespect, Penderghast," he spat. Smack-smack-smack! Stinging blows at the cleft of my cheeks. "You don't even look in my direction anymore." Smack! A spank that would leave a handprint on my right cheek. "Tell me, am I that loathsome to you?"I let him continue spanking me to avoid answering - not to mention, it felt so good. So good to feel that sting in my skin, so good to be touched by him at all. Smack! Smack! My arse glowed hot but I remained quiet."I have been so good to you," Nate railed against me. "I've taken you into my home," (smack) "treated you like family," (smack) "provided for you just as a spouse." Smack! "You're as ungrateful as your wench of a sister," he said in disgust.No - I saw red, and before I knew what I was doing, I had grabbed Nate by the throat and shoved him backwards. "Take that back." With him now sprawled on his back and me on his legs, I was in charge, and I kept my hand at his pale throat to underscore it.He looked up at me, eyes glittering. "No." He reached for my hand, but rather than pull it off his throat, he held it down. "You'd choke me?" he asked. "You'd have me dead for whatever perceived crime for which you've convicted me?"I could feel his pulse under my hand, quick despite his cool demeanor, and I went hot with shame. "No," I said, and tried to pull away.He held my hand tighter to his own throat. "Then what, Penderghast? What is my crime, and what should be my punishment?"I hated this confrontation, hated how trapped I felt in my impossible feelings. As I tried to pull my hand away again desperately, in exasperation I blurted out, "It's because I'm in love with you." less

The conclusion to the bestselling trilogy To Have and To Hold! After Stephen’s sister ran away from her arranged marriage to arrogant Nate Harcourt, Stephen offered to go in her place. But now that Elizabeth has returned to face her wedding, it seems that Nate and Stephen must say goodbye to the passions that had grown between them... moreThe conclusion to the bestselling trilogy To Have and To Hold! After Stephen’s sister ran away from her arranged marriage to arrogant Nate Harcourt, Stephen offered to go in her place. But now that Elizabeth has returned to face her wedding, it seems that Nate and Stephen must say goodbye to the passions that had grown between them. But will they be able to let go when the secret of their relationship threatens to emerge in a scandal? Warning: this 9,200 word historical erotic romance contains gay arranged marriage, rough sex, bondage, public sex, frotting, fisting, anal sex, dirty talk, and a heated love-hate relationship; adults only! --- Excerpt: Nate bent to press a warm kiss to my forehead before turning to let himself out of the office. But something surged within me, and I pled, “Wait.” Nate half-turned. “For what?” “Me.” I stood, meeting his gaze, stepping in to hold his forearms. “If we are careful – I’d be so careful, Nate – when can we see each other again?” He frowned at me, not angry but thoughtful. “This sort of seeing each other?” He dropped his hand to squeeze my package. “Yes.” My God, I wanted to have him right here and now. He chewed his lip in thought. “Go to the Second Inn at the end of the day. Get a room, and I’ll meet you there as soon as I’m able.” He smiled, teeth glinting. “And then we can pretend you’re some luscious catamite I’ve rented for the evening.” My heart thudded against my ribcage. “Then I’ll see you tonight.” Nate must have been more desperate for intimacy than he would ever let on – he always let me be the one to plead – since he would consent to meet me for a tryst in spite of his family’s suspicions. I waited in my room at the inn, belly tense and skin prickling in anticipation. It had been far too long. When I heard footsteps down the hall, I cracked the door, and Nate let himself in a moment later. “Apologies,” he said. “Papa kept me late in the office tonight….” I hardly listened, my fingers working at his breeches as I fell to my knees before him. “Tell me,” I breathed over his soft lower belly right before I tugged his breeches down entirely, “how exactly does a catamite fuck?” Nate was watching me with equal parts shock and amusement. “Stephen, I don’t know, you think I’ve ever…oh.” He finally understood my roleplay – better late than never. He drew himself up taller, now an ostensible client to an obsequious boy before him. “Take those off,” Nate commanded, gesturing to me. “I need to see your breeches ‘round your ankles.” less