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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Conception

ISBN # 1-4199-0337-3

Edited by: Pamela Campbell.

Cover art by: Syneca.

Electronic book Publication: August 2005

This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written

permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-

3502.

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. Conception 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

word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find

objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated

titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as

“fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature.

X- treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles,

stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.

C ONCEPTION

Sarah McCarty

Dedication

For Kelly…the truly innocent one (wink) with a gift for gab and making people feel

good about themselves. May your icons always be your favorites and your smile find

you at the end of the day.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the

following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Barbie: Mattel Inc.

Mack Truck: Mack Trucks, Inc.

Cheerios: General Mills, Inc.

Conception

Chapter One

There would be no escape.

The realization slashed through pain, through despair, and most devastatingly

through the hope that this was all a horrible nightmare. That she wasn’t suspended

above the floor in her kitchen, hanging by her wrists, blood dripping from her back

onto the old wooden planks below. That her grandfather wasn’t the one who’d ordered

the whipping that was draining the life from her body. That it wasn’t her loving uncle

wielding the whip. That her whole world hadn’t disappeared because she’d dared to

fall in love.

Her uncle grunted, the whip whistled and the now familiar agony exploded

throughout her body, racing faster than she could gather her determination to endure.

She screamed. Again.

“Where is he?”

The question snapped out with the force of a blow, striking deep into her fear. She

dug her nails into her palms as agony rolled through her body. Oh, God! It hurt so

badly! She couldn’t take it. Couldn’t take any more. She needed something to hold on

to. Something to get her through. She couldn’t fail Dusan again. She wouldn’t.

Swirls of mist seeped into her consciousness, delicate tendrils wafting up through

the red haze shrouding her mind’s eye, blurring the edges of her vision. The mist built

and grew into a fog, and as it did, the agony lessened.

Was she losing her mind? The fog thickened, beckoned, offering a miracle to a

nonbeliever. The whip dragged across the floor, the sound seeming to come from far

away as reality tucked behind the thick fog. Without further resistance, she allowed her

mind to sink into the comforting haze, welcoming the oblivion it promised.

Ice-cold water hit her face with the force of shattering icicles, yanking her back into

the horror. Fingers sank into her hair, jerking her chin off her chest. “Damn it, girl! Just

tell us where he is and we can stop all this.”

She opened her eyes. Her grandfather’s face swam in and out of focus, distorted

beyond recognition by his rage and the knowledge that she’d betrayed him. He shook

her and the room jerked out of focus. She didn’t fight his manipulation of her head,

accepting his dominance over her body.

“Answer me!”

She summoned the remnants of her strength and remained mute. They couldn’t

make her do anything anymore. Least of all make her reveal where Dusan was. Not

when it was her fault he’d been captured. Not when his only hope for escape was her

silence.

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