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Review for Banished Hero
“Banished Hero by Anita Philmar is a heart-warming story. I was enamored by the depth of the characters and their plight. When I can fall into a story like I did this one and see it through the characters’ eyes, I find myself captivated and unable to relinquish the story until its ending.
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Review for Banish Scoundrel
Anita Philmar has created a fantasy world that is rich with detail and imagination. The characters are fantastic and will have you cheering, crying, and hoping for a happy ending as you read. This story is a great addition to any fantasy/paranormal lovers library.
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Review for Banished Witch
Banished Witch was a great read. I loved the characters and felt for them through the struggles that they were trying to overcome.
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Banished
Three Erotic Stories
by
Anita Philmar
Dedication
To all the unsung heroes in the world — without you, we wouldn’t have survived.
Smashwords Edition
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Published by:
Anita Philmar
Copyright August 2012 by Anita Philmar
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form.
Smashwords Edition, License Notes
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Table of Contents
Banished Hero
Chapter 5 – Late beginning
Chapter 10 – Middle
Chapter 15 - End
Banished Scoundrel
Chapter 5 – Late beginning
Chapter 10 – Middle
Chapter 14 - End
Banished Witch
Chapter 5 – Late beginning
Chapter 10 – Middle
Chapter 13 - End
About the Author
Other Books by Anita Philmar
Hog-Tied and Branded
Banished Hero
Chapter One
“Grrrr.” A deep throated growl sounded beneath the large tree where Faye Lynn Berton perched.
Only a wolf has such a deep voice.
Her falcon vision searched the ground below and found the largest beast she’d ever remembered seeing. His muscles bunched in knots. He stood ready to pounce. His lips outlined sharp, white, canine teeth. His black piercing gaze held a young doe in her tracks, pinned in place just a few paces in front of him.
Fear rippled over the doe’s coat. Without mercy, the wolf would devour the deer for his dinner.
Faye Lynn glanced back at the wolf, admiring his hunter’s skill. He edged closer to his prey, his strong legs ready to spring into action. Saliva dripped from his teeth, eager for the sweet taste of fresh meat.
In a flash, he leaped onto the doe, bringing her to her knees with his weight. He slit her throat with one lash of his sharp claws. Bright red blood flowed from her wounds like a rich wine.
The smell excited the hunter in Faye Lynn. She dug her razor talons into the branch where she sat. The tree moaned at her abuse. She loosened her grip and cooed her apology at the tree.
After an exhausting day of hunting, she’d used all of her talents to display her victims on someone else’s table. Her father fed her a few morsels for her own hunger but never enough to satisfy.
Shifting on her perch to work out the stiffness in her right wing, she let out a low sigh. Human, dwarfs, wizards, or thieves, her father sold her skill to the highest bidder. He didn’t appreciate her special talent. He only used her to make money.
Money, he spent to buy himself a drink or a place in some woman’s bed.
The sound of flesh being ripped from the bone drew Faye Lynn’s attention back to the beast. The rich scent of blood filled her beak. Her stomach growled with longing. She watched him devour the deer, feeling the glory of his victory over his prey. She again admired the sleek lines of the wolf.
Oh, what a creature. I wish I could transform into such a lovely beast.
His dark coat glistened where the sunlight caressed the smooth pelt. Her gaze slid along the hindquarters of his legs to the heavy sacks of his testicles. He would be hungry for sex after his kill.
Faye Lynn wondered about his skills as a mate. She imagined his toned body covering hers, pounding into her with a passion only she could satisfy. Her heart pulsed with eagerness to enjoy him as a lover.
A soft coo whispered through the air.
Oh, feather ticks. Her weak bird frame required rest. Only by changing back into her human form could she reenergize her muscles and bones.
The colors of the sky were changing. The red brute in the west fought for a toe hold on the horizon while the sun raced in the other direction to escape the monster.
If she hurried, she might get back to her clothes before the sky grew dark. Her gaze stroked the wolf’s coat one last time. She shouldn’t have hung around, drooling over the sexy creature. His mate back in his den probably filled every one of his lustful cravings and provided him with plenty of pups to play with.
With a small hop, she spread her wings and glided for a moment. Her flight path carried her above the greedy wolf devouring his kill.
His head turned. His black eyes tracked her course. She pumped her wings to avoid his sharp teeth. He looked ready to add her to the menu and sent an evil glare in her direction. A snap of his jaw warned her not to stop for a parcel to eat. An updraft carried her to the tops of the trees and away from the beast.
The sights from air always amazed her. The tranquil scenery soothed her nerves and calmed her fear of the wrath her father would inflict if he found out she’d defied him and snuck out. Only by breaking free from him for a moment could she relax and enjoy herself. He treated her like a prisoner and locked her in her room or a small cage. She couldn’t do anything without his approval.
Rich green grass spread out beneath her, beckoning her back to the ground. Crystal clear water sparkled in the river. Over the last few days, she’d used it as a marker to guide her back to town. A stone fence sat ahead that outlined the path she must take.
The first pangs of the transformation process slammed through her body, twisting the muscles in her shoulders, and the truth hit her. She couldn’t make it back to her clothes before dark. Her wings collapsed. She lost altitude. Scanning the ground for a place to hide, she forced her wings wider and let the air gather beneath them. With the last of her energy, she glided closer to the ground. Her right wing dropped.
Her course changed, and she fell in a half-swoop, half tumble to land on a patch of thick grass behind a large rock near the river bed. Her feet took a couple of hops, then her muscles convulsed.
Tendons stretched, bones twisted. Moving, shifting, her frame took a new shape. She rested for a moment, gasping for breath.
Sweaty with the scent of her transformation, grass and sand
coated Faye Lynn’s body as she crawled to the edge of the lake. Splashing water over her clammy skin, she shifted farther and farther away from the shore. The ache in her muscles eased, and the hunger in her womb grew.
Transforming had a price. Now, she needed hard, heart-pounding sex to satisfy the ravenous greed of her lust.
It’s been too long since I’ve had a man.
The cool compress of the water applied against her heated pussy calmed her sensitive skin, and the dark fog of desire clouding her brain lifted. She dug her toes into the muck at the bottom of the lake and used the buoyancy of the water to stretch her legs and stand. Water dripped from her hair and ran over her breasts, but instead of soothing her taut nipples, they peaked into tight buds.
“What are you doing here?” The angry male voice spoke from the bank of the river.
Water lapped against Faye Lynn’s skin with a warning of danger. She squatted deeper into the cold water and peeked over her shoulder. A quick dip in the lake, and when it got dark, she’d planned to sneak back to town.
Now, caught by a stranger, she hoped he couldn’t see her naked form. “I’m sorry. Does the river belong to you?”
“Yes, and all the land around here. You’re invading my territory.” His rough tone sounded as if he planned to haul her off to jail, which didn’t happen often in this part of the human world. More criminals lived in the surrounding area than law abiding citizens.
“Is that the reason for the tall stone fence around your property, because you don’t like people on your land?” She wiggled around to observe his granite expression. Her feet sunk a little deeper into the soft muck at the bottom of the lake.
A tall mountain of a man, his wide shoulders and bulging muscles told her she wouldn’t escape this man easily, if at all. She considered the amount of time she’d been in human form. The ability to shift from one form to another quickly wasn’t a skill she could achieve easily.
Too soon to even try.
“So tell me, how did you get onto my property?” He leaned against the rock where she’d transformed.
His nostrils flared. He turned his head. His dark hair caught the light of the falling sun and sparked with the same red highlights from the night beast. The fabric across his chest expanded, displaying strong, well-defined muscles.
“What?”
He turned and nailed her with a piercing black stare. “You’re a shape-shifter, aren’t you?”
Uncertain if she should speak the truth, Faye Lynn shook her head. “Why would you say such a thing?”
“Because I can smell you.” He stepped forward. His rubber boots splashed in the shallow waters of the river. Each step drew him closer.
If she knew how to swim, she would’ve turned and swam away, but alas, she didn’t. “What? What smell?”
A lustful smile passed over his lips. His white sharp teeth looked ready to feed on her flesh. He licked his lips and stopped a few paces from her. “An alluring scent of a shape-shifter. After changing form, they burn with a hunger that can only be satisfied in one way.”
Her heart jumped into high speed at idea of this excellent example of a man knowing her desires. She studied him again, taking in his narrow hips and powerful legs.
Oh, what a superior lover he’d be.
Faye Lynn swallowed her yearning to mate and denied his claim. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just decided to take a quick dip in the lake so I could cool off after the walk I took through the forest.”
His gaze examined her, and she shifted lower into the lake, wondering if he could see her naked body under the clear water.
A flame lit his eyes. “Then where are your clothes?”
“I left them over there behind that rock.” She pointed to the boulder he’d been leaning against.
“Well, they’re gone now.” He held out his hand. “Why don’t you come with me, and I’ll see about getting you some clothes.”
The wind shifted. The rich hungry scent of a man hit her womb. Quivers ricocheted down her limbs. Her knees wobbled. Her hands shook. An insatiable hunger raced up from her toes and pooled in the cavity between her legs.
She wanted this man, right here, right now. Instinct forced her to move. Her feet stuck in the muck on the floor of the lake, and she plunged forward. He grabbed her to keep her from falling face first into the water.
He tugged on her arms, and the mud released its grip. She landed against his chest. His hands cupped her hips, and the center of her heat embraced the engorged shaft outlined by the front of his pants. The primal lust to mate consumed every cell.
Faye Lynn wrapped herself around his large form. Her arms circled his neck, and her legs found their way around his waist. She clung to him, kissing and licking any available skin she could reach. The thick column of his neck tasted like a sinful treat. A hot flame shot through the center of her, and liquid desire gathered in the heart of her core. The roughness of his beard abraded her tongue.
Her head spun in a slow circle when he lowered her gently to the ground. Dark eyes met hers. His chest covered her breasts, giving her no room to wiggle away.
“You’ve been denying your desires for too long. Your young body requires a release from the transformation.” His growl of disapproval revealed that the depth of his cravings matched hers.
The compulsion to rip the material from his back provoked her to curl her sharp nails into his shirt. He grabbed her wrists and placed them above her head.
“Please help me,” Faye Lynn begged. She didn’t recognize the needy voice. All her senses were alive, tingling with awareness, demanding attention. The drops of moisture from the lake dried instantly from the heat radiating from her skin. The soft bed of grass tickled her back. “Can you please make love to me?”
His dark onyx gaze caressed her face and followed the length of her neck to her breasts. His thick tongue stroked his lips, an erotic invitation to invoke pleasure.
She’d made love before, but the overwhelming craving to mate with this man ruled her actions. On fire, she tightened her legs around his waist and rubbed the center of her heat against the coarse texture of his pants. She begged him to give her relief. “Please satisfy my hunger.”
His weight settled more firmly over her, not allowing her any room to escape. Most times, she didn’t like such a big man lying on her chest.
Yet at the moment, she welcomed him, his mass, his fire, the hard line of his frame pinning her down.
He shifted her hands into one of his, and his fingertips stroked the line of her jaw, tracing the outline of her mouth. She nipped at his fingers, attempting to catch one with her teeth. He smiled at each of her attempts, but his reflexes were too quick for her to win her prize.
“Patience little one, I’ll give you what you need.” He glided his thumb over the seam of her lips. She opened her mouth and licked him. His eyes glowed with a hot desire. His nostrils flared.
She closed her lips around his finger, stoking it lightly with the tip of her tongue. The salty taste of his skin lit her desire, and her stomach contracted with a lustful appetite.
He allowed her to sample the flavor of his thumb for a few moments before he tugged free.
She sighed at the lost.
“Easy.” The heavy tone of his voice resonated with an eagerness that pumped through his blood and called to hers. He could no more deny her urgency for sex than he could his own.
His large hand stroked her neck. She tilted back her head, allowing him access to the most vulnerable spot for a kill. Hunter eyes flashed, and he squeezed her throat lightly with his hand. He could snap her neck so easily.
A smile flirted over his lips. He continued gliding his hand lower. She read the male glint of control in his eyes. Prey or lover, she would give into his cravings for the moment because they matched her own.
He cupped her breast in his hand. Her breath backed up in her throat. The callused pad of his thumb rubbed her nipple. Electric shock waves vibrated through every nerve ending,
and the hairs on her head tingled.
“Please, I...” Her mind flirted with insanity. Her eyelids dropped to capture the pleasure.
He covered her breast with his lips. After only an instant, he lifted his head and blew on her skin. Her nipple peaked. Sparks of lust sang through her chest. His hot mouth again met her skin, and a sizzle of longing raced to the ends of her toes and fingers until they tingled with awareness.
His tongue swirled around her stiff nipple. The hand holding her wrists shifted to her other breast. He kneaded one plush mound while sucking and licking the other. Her body sang with desire.
“I, uh, can’t...” Her hips gyrated. She rocked and wiggled, convulsing with her release.
Breathless and sated for a moment, her legs fell from around his waist. Her hands cupped the curve of his shoulders, and he shifted slightly. She opened her eyes to find him scanning her face.
“Are you in the fertile period of your cycle, rich for a man’s seed, hungry for a child in your womb?” His tone was accusing, as if she were trying to trick him into getting her pregnant.
She shoved at his chest, but his position didn’t alter. “No, one man already dominates me. I don’t need another one or a child to tie me down.”
Dangerous beams of anger nailed her to the ground. “Are you married?”
“No.” She tried again to shove him away. “My father forces me to eat pounds of lust weed every day. No man in his book will ever lay claim on me. He’ll forever hold me under his thumb.”