Beau's Baby - A.C. Katt

~Synopsis~

Jack Romano is a policeman who has just killed in man in the line of duty. As if this wasn’t bad enough, he found out that his bemoaned first love’s wife has died in childbirth and his ex-lover killed himself leaving the sickly newborn to Jack. Carlo Del Monte who has been chasing Jack for nine months uses Bella as an opportunity to get Jack in his house as well as his bed. The two of them set up housekeeping with the help of the Soccer team, their partners and Carlo’s big Italian family then tragedy strikes, little Bella gets the measles.

~Excerpt~

Prologue

 Four Years Ago

 “Beau, get your lazy ass out of bed. I have the afternoon
off.” Jack Romano went to the fridge and grabbed a beer and with a smile in his
voice he continued, “Unless, of course, that’s where you’d like us to spend our
afternoon… Beau? Where are you? Beau?”

Jack walked back to the bedroom of his and Beau’s apartment
following the sound of voices. Figuring it was one of the soccer team, Jack
walked through the door and glanced around looking for his man. He found him.
Beau was fucking Meredith Simmons in their bed.

“I’m sorry that you had to find out like this, Jack. I’ve been trying to tell you, but…” Beau got out of bed and started to dress.

“Tell me what? What is this?” Jack’s voice broke. “This is a
mistake. You’re gay. We’ve been together since high school.”

“Meredith, get dressed. We’ll be in the living room. Finish
your beer, Jack.”

“No, I don’t want to fucking finish my beer. I want to know
what’s going on.”

“It’s pretty straight forward, I’m in love with Meredith and
I’m going to marry her.”

“Honey, I’m leaving so you can get this mess straightened
out. Don’t let him corrupt you again.”

Meredith let herself out, the door closing quietly behind
her.

“How long?” Jack asked needing to know.

“Six months, maybe more.”

“But we made love yesterday.”

“We fucked yesterday. Let’s get down to business. Meredith
and I would like this apartment so we’d appreciate it if you found somewhere
else to live.”

“No fucking way…it’s my name on the lease, and you’re the
one who’s leaving.”

“You’ll be sorry you’re doing this. I was planning on seeing
you on the side once Meredith and I are married. You know I love you but I
can’t get ahead at work being a fag, I need a wife.”

“No, you’re wrong. Gays are accepted everywhere. Please, we
can work this out.”

“We can’t. I won’t put my future in jeopardy.”

“You’re gay. You aren’t going to change that.”

“Actually, I’m bi.” Beau came up to put his arms around
Jack. “You love me. We’ll talk about all of this

when I get back.”

Jack broke Beau’s hold and with tears streaming down his
cheeks said, “Get the hell out of my apartment. You can move out tomorrow. I’ll
sort out your things tonight.”

“You can’t do that.”

“As I said, my name is on the lease. Get the fuck out.
You’re leaving me.”

“Jack, be reasonable, we can be together when I come home
from the honeymoon. We’ll have to sneak around but—”

 “Do you really think
I’m capable of that? Helping you cheat? No, just no.”

“You’ll change your mind when I come home. I’ll be back.”

“Get the fuck out, get out of here, right now.” Jack’s voice
broke again.

Beau slammed the door on his way out. Jack sat down on the
sofa that he and Beau picked out for the living room seven months ago, put his head
in his hands and wept.

“Beau, Beau, how can I live without you? But I can’t be with
you as long as you’re with her.”

***

Bobby and Keith’s House

Thursday in June, Four Years Later

Eight in the Morning

Jack was distraught when he came back to Bobby’s. Carlo was
with him. “They’re not doing anything to you because you shot Billy are they?” Reggie
asked obviously worried. Reggie and Mark were staying with Bobby because of the
fire.

“No, but any officer-involved shooting requires a hearing.
The captain already called it a good shoot. The rest of the procedure is all
technicalities…” Jack still had storm clouds over his face. He and Carlo sat
down at the kitchen table and Marla poured them some coffee. Jack appeared dumbstruck.

He finally blurted out, “Meredith died in childbirth three
days ago.” Jack’s voice broke. “She had a little girl. Beau killed himself
yesterday and left custody of the infant to me in a new will he made after Meredith
died. They tried to contact me yesterday, but I was busy with the Billy
business. I have to go sign paperwork at Social Services if I accept custody.
No one has been there for the baby for three days.

Carlo’s going with me to identify Beau at the morgue.”

“Why do you have to identify him?” Bobby was incensed.

“There isn’t anyone else.” Jack’s shoulders shook.

“I have to go see her at the hospital if I accept custody.
There is no family. If I don’t take her, she’ll go into the foster system. I
have to make up my mind right away.”

“What?” Bobby screeched in anger.

“You heard me. Carlo came to my apartment when he heard
about the shooting. He’s going to help me with the legal mess. I’ll take that
security job with you, Keith, if the offer is still open. Now that I’m going to
have a child, I need steady work that doesn’t require me to place my life on
the line.”

“Of course the offer is still open.” Bobby put his arm
around Jack. “Are you okay?”

“I haven’t had time to think about it. They’re holding a note
for me from Beau at his lawyer’s office.”

“Do you need any baby things? I have Kitty’s things,
although they’re not the best quality,” Jason offered.

“I have to get some stuff from their apartment. Meredith
probably bought things for the baby. I’ll need to purchase a house. My
apartment has only one bedroom.” Jack’s face scrunched up in worry.

“Do you need money?” Reggie asked.

“I don’t know Reg. I promise I’ll let you know.”

“The two bedroom across the street from us is for sale. It’s
small, but there is plenty of property if you want to expand later,” Jason
said. “Stella is going into Assisted Living.”

“I might be interested. Carlo needs to look at Beau’s
finances. I’m going to visit her at the hospital now. They’re keeping her for a while, she’s underweight.”

“How much underweight?” Bobby asked.

“She weighs only three pounds even though she was full term.
Although she’s finally breathing on her own and just started sucking the
bottle, they told me she can’t go home yet. Meredith wasn’t eating much. She
wanted to keep her figure,” Jack said, the disgust plain on his face.

Bobby’s jaw dropped. “What a bitch.”

“Carlo’s coming with me. The Billy mess is cleaned up, now I
have one of my own.”

Bobby reached out and touched Jack’s arm. “You don’t have to
take her. An infant girl is greatly prized on the adoption market. She’d get a
home quickly.”

“I have to keep her. She’s all I have left of Beau. I’ve got
to go,” Jack choked on a sob. He left with Carlo and the door closed behind
them.

“Goddamn Beau, he’s sabotaging Jack’s relationships from the
grave,” Jason cursed.

“It’s clear that he’s not going to change his mind about
keeping her. Carlo was doing more than a flyby here. I wonder how he feels
about this.” Keith poured more coffee.

“Not you, baby, you’re on medication, remember, Greg said
limit your caffeine,” Reggie told Mark.

“Have juice with Bobby. He’s on meds too.”

“We’ll all have to help him do this. The little girl is an
innocent, she can’t help that her father was a lying, cheating, son of a
bitch,” Bobby said eyes moving from Jason to Reggie.

“It isn’t like we haven’t taken care of little girls before,
we have Kitty-cat. As far as Carlo is concerned, he was interested. We’ll find
out how invested he is now. Let’s see how this all plays out.” Reggie moved to the
sofa and sat down in a huff.

Bobby lifted his juice. “A toast to Billy’s fortunate
demise. As for Beau, may he rest in peace, if that’s possible for a liar and a
cheat whose only good deed was offing himself?”

“Here, here…” They men clinked their coffee cups and
glasses.

“We’ll know more about what Jack wants to do once he and
Carlo take care of the legalities,” Keith observed.

“I don’t know about you, but to me it looked like Carlo was
all in,” Zach noted.

Jason’s face was rife with speculation. “I believe you’re
right.”

~Author Bio~

AC
Katt was born in New York City's Greenwich Village. €She remembers sitting at
the fountain in Washington Square Park listening to folk music while they
passed the hat. At nine, her parents dragged her to New Jersey where she grew
up, married and raised four children and became a voracious reader of romantic
fiction. €At one time she owned over two thousand novels, until she and her
husband took themselves and the cat to New Mexico for their health and its
great beauty.



Now, most of AC's books are electronic (although she still keeps six bookcases
of hardcovers), so she never has to give away another book.



She hangs out at ACKatt.com; or ackattsjournal.com. This is a very opinionated
kitty and at ackatt.com where you may find snippets of her current releases, as
well as some from works in progress. She also puts out a Newsletter once a
month. You can sign up at ackatt@ackatt.com.

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You In My Arms (The Sunset Club Book #1)

 Bobby's Old Man (Book 2)

Waiting For Mark (Book 3)

A Normal Girl by Angora Shade

Blurb: Ryan, a geeky technology apprentice student, is determined to lose his virginity. Shy by nature, his lack of experience with women has left him unfamiliar with ideas other than vanilla sex. In his search for his ideal girl, he seeks out those he deems normal, only to be faced with and turned off by their sexual kinks. After failed attempts with two classic beauties, Ryan takes a chance on the oddball, discovering that normal is relative, and that he and his ideal girl are anything but vanilla.

Excerpt:  

(includes words like "cock" and is sexually suggestive)

“Cream makes me rabid,” she purrs at him, her voice low and controlled. She looks up at his face, watching for his reaction, feeling his lips clamp around her finger as she pulls it back out of his mouth completely clean.

Ryan adjusts his glasses again, and flattens himself up against the wall of aprons as she pushes up against him. She deliberately presses her bust into him, enjoying the wide-eyed and nervous expression on his face. He barely opens his mouth in time as she forces her sweet toward him, smearing a wide ring of cream around his lips and cheeks. He chews and swallows what he manages to take into his mouth, and then stands frozen, like a prey animal crossing the road, caught in headlights.

Beth laughs softly. “Oh dear, look what I’ve done.”

She pushes her hand against his chest and feels the hard outline of his pectoral muscles. She’s secretly pleased, thinking he must work out, and she digs her fingernails lightly into the cotton fabric of his white polo. Parting her lips, she rises up slightly on her tiptoes, and slips her tongue between her teeth, taking a long, slow, labored lick from the corner of his mouth.

“I’ve made a clean spot,” she taunts as she comes to rest flat against the floor.

Pressing her perky breasts into him a bit harder, she rises up a second time, sliding against the resistance of their clothing and back to his face. She feels him shudder and his arms twitch at his sides. She’s ecstatic; growing even wetter between her thighs, eagerly licking from the bottom of Ryan’s chin and up over his mouth. The quiver upon his lips sends her alight, and she can’t help but discard the creampuff to the floor and run her hands up over his shoulders. She hates that she kisses him so desperately, but mentally shakes her impatience away, giving in to the moment completely.

Remaining cream smears across them both. Beth can taste it as her lips pucker and part, and then make contact again. She loves that Ryan kisses her back, undisturbed by the sweet addition of the cream that slides between them. It doesn’t even bother her that his kisses are nervous and hesitant. It’s just the way she likes it. A hesitant man knows his place. A hesitant man will do what he’s told.

Beth pulls back from Ryan’s lips and drags her hands from the tops of his shoulders, down his arms to his hands. Pulling him gently away from the wall, she moves backward toward the table. Feeling her lower buttocks bump the edge, she stops and brings Ryan’s hands up to her breasts. She feels him stiffen when his skin makes contact with the worn fabric of her apron, his large hands easily swallowing her average bust. A slight push into them, she sighs and reaches out to grab his face.

“Bet-h-h…” he stutters into her mouth.

She spins Ryan around and kisses him with intense force. He stumbles, and Beth is pleased to hear a satisfying rumble as the heavy table behind them shifts a bit over the floor as he stumbles into it. Ryan’s arms instinctively reach behind himself and away from her in search of stability, irritating her. She smacks him hard across the face; angry his attention would waver over such an insignificant thing like balance. His glasses come askew, slipping down the bridge of his nose.

Ryan straightens up. Shocked to attention, he pushes his glasses back to their rightful position. Surprise burns equally in his eyes as on the abused skin of his cheek. He stares blankly at her a moment, and then looks down at his feet. “Beth, this—”

She breaks him off mid-sentence with a second slap across his other cheek. Harder this time, the action stings her hand, and seeing the flushing red of her force upon his skin causes tingles of lust in her nether region.

She sees his emotions flowing between confusion, frustration, and desire, causing her to lick her lips in greedy anticipation as she reaches to the table for another creampuff. Bringing it up to his mouth, she again forces him to take a bite.

Creampuff in his mouth or not, he stares at her, speechless. Clearly Ryan has no idea how to respond. She doesn’t blame him. She knows her looks are deceiving. Blonde, tan, and delicately boned like the traditional Baywatch beauty, she muses she’s transformed before his eyes from a deliciously attractive coworker into some crazed and famished hell kitten. Surely he’s never been struck before—at least not by a girl—and she secretly hopes he enjoys the sting on his face she continues to feel in her hand.

Ryan swallows the bite without taking his eyes from hers. Smiling at him, she reaches behind her head with her free hand and undoes the knot of her apron from around her neck. It falls to her waist where it’s tied in a bow behind her lower back, revealing a white cotton shirt with a low-dipping V-neck Beth takes a bite of the creampuff, and then squishes it flat against her exposed cleavage.

“Oops,” she says innocently, raising her eyebrows and drawing her lips together like a pouty child. “I’m dirty.”

She watches Ryan gulp. He’s so nervous that the air in the room has become electric with anticipation, almost supercharged with explosive energy. He stands stiff and immobile as she feels his erection push softly into her torso. In order to help ease his shyness, she takes charge again, reaching with both her hands up to his face, removing his glasses and setting them onto the tabletop. His eyes wander with her movements, but come back to her face as she pulls and guides his head with both her hands down to the sticky mess on her chest.

“Clean me up,” Beth commands.

Ryan’s eyes dance from her face to her chest as he slowly bends his neck, still wet and glassy from the power of her smack. Beth wishes she could hear him thinking—hopefully something naughty, dirty, or negative about her aggressive actions—if only to have a reason to smack him again.

“Clean me up,” she says again, more force behind her words.

She feels his hands tremble as he takes her waist. As his face contacts her chest, she feels his tongue sliding through bits of crumbling bun and fluff of cream. He licks wide and flat, and then trails the tip of his tongue in a wiggly line. The sensations are divine, and dirty--just how she always fantasized sex at her workplace should be. It’s not something the owner would allow, but she was in control; he wouldn’t know. The rules are her own when it’s just her in the bakery.

Ryan’s body is so close she can feel the heat from his skin through his shirt, the hurried puffs of his breath on her front, and smell the musky scent of his long day mixed with his sweet aftershave. Beth drowns in him, dragging one hand through his hair, and the other grasping for his aroused cock.

“Lick me clean,” she encourages, moaning as he shoves his face deeper into her breasts, pulling aside her cotton shirt.

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Author Bio: Angora Shade is an American author living in what she lovingly refers to as "Sheep Shit Nowhere" Europe. In an attempt to add some spice to her small town life, Ms. Shade began writing explicit erotica and romance as a form of self-entertainment. Exploring the boundaries of acceptable sexual literature, she often seeks to create stories that not only entertain others, but also expose and push against the negative stigma surrounding sex in modern day society. She believes that sex in literature, art, personal thought, and physical nature, should be celebrated and expressed openly and as easily as any God-given freedom. Her favorite themes in writing include revenge, self-discovery, alternative materials for love play/BDSM, as well as anything that produces a good tingle, sizzle, or laugh. When not writing, Ms Shade enjoys red wine, travel, dancing, classic cartoons, baking, and creating fine art.

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Five Star Review for My Zombie Boyfriend

I just had to share this review from Laura at Amo's Book Corner. (Note: review contains a few minor spoilers): 

"This book took me completely by surprise. I loved this quirky story; it was the perfect mix of comedy, horror, m/m and paranormal romance all rolled into one.

Medical student by day and necromancer by night; Edward Grey leads a very insular existence. Attending classes during the day, weekly dinners with his parents and harnessing his powers with the assistance of his mentor, Mariel, in the evenings. His social circle is very limited with only Boo, his cat and first Zombie, as his constant companion. He’d rather have his nose in a book or be doing experiments in his basement.

On the way home from Mariel’s one night he comes across the fresh corpse of an attractive young male around his age and his power calls him to raise the man from the dead. And if he happens to ring Edward’s bell…..well that’s neither here nor there ;)

After his hilarious escapades getting the corpse home, Edward does just that. Only things don’t go as Edward expected; this is no brainless Zombie. This Zombie can talk and think for himself but has no memory of who he once was.

Edward christens him Kit, and the beginnings of a tentative friendship are forged. Kit has a flair for

fashion and design and proves to be just the tonic Edward needs. Kit goes about making the most of his undead life; getting a job, revamping not just Edward’s house but his wardrobe as well. The boy loves to shop! 

Edward’s attraction to Kit only grows as they get to know one another. His feelings become *coughs* harder to hide with hilarious consequences:

“He was certainly distressing my jeans and I hoped he wouldn’t notice.”

The smexy scenes are both heartfelt and intimate, but laugh out funny and squeamish at the same time!! Just as the two are settling into a burgeoning relationship, Kit’s memories return. What does this mean for them both with Kit hell-bent on revenge?!?!

There is a host of colourful characters including Edward’s mentor, Mariel and his eccentric parents who take everything in their stride. A Zombie cat with knack for losing body parts – thank heavens for a needle and thread!

I honestly can’t recommend this book more and I’m just ashamed to admit this is the first work I’ve read by this author. I loved the writing style and flow of the book. I eagerly look forward to reading more in the series.

Note: Copy kindly received from author in exchange for honest review."

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Blurb for Fire and Ice by Juliet Braddock

What happens when a blizzard immobilizes Manhattan on Valentine’s Day…and a sassy little sub is stuck in her Dungeon with her beloved Dom? With candlelight and a roaring fire to keep them warm on this frigid afternoon, sparks fly between Maxine and Drew as he attempts to cool her down with a bit of tantalizing tenderness…



Enjoy this excerpt of Fire and Ice by Juliet Braddock

Louboutin heels in one hand and the silky little garment in her other, she made her way to the full-length mirror to slink into her Valentine's Day outfit. Once she'd pulled the panties on, the straps that crossed over her tummy were relatively easy to maneuver around. With bows fastened at the neck and hips, she felt like a giant Valentine's Day gift, all wrapped in crimson just for her Kind Sir.

Mustering her poise, she made her way back toward the tiny kitchen. However, just as she began to stir the chocolate sauce, the first of the three locks on the door turned.

Maxine stopped suddenly, frozen in time. She hadn't even picked up her clothes yet! Oh, Drew was going to be one Cranky Sir in about a minute.

Folding his hands together, he merely shook his head as he looked around.

“You know I don't like to punish you on holidays, Almost Mrs. Mack...”

Protest, and he'll do it! she thought to herself. “But the snow...and Zabar's was packed...and I wanted to...I just...” She noticed that her voice always seemed to rise an octave when they played.

“What the hell is going on here? This isn’t your bedroom back at the old townhouse, Maxine!” He kicked her bra and sent it scudding across the floor. Through his gruff, though, Maxine could see that smile of approval as he appraised her new little outfit. In his mind, Drew was already unwrapping those bows. “Now, I come here...expecting a little Valentine’s Day release with my fiancé. There's a mess on the floor. And dammit...she's not in position yet.”

Turning carefully in those damn shoes, Maxine rolled her shoulders back, the tassels swinging to and fro as she swiveled.

“But I...you...we have...”

“Uh-uh-uh!” Drew raised his hand as he crossed the room toward her. “Excuses are not accepted, and you should know that by now.”

In one swift move, he'd clasped her hands in his and held them above her head as he pinned her body against the cold stainless steel refrigerator. “Should I deny you on this frigid, snowy afternoon?”

Now was her chance to spill the beans and send her punishment into overdrive. “I can do that myself, Kind Sir,” she insisted. “Without touching myself.”

Raising a brow, his pride swelled. Such a perfect submissive was she.

“Oh, yeah, Sassypants?” he challenged as he pulled his hands away to pluck at her straps. “Show me...”

Maxine took one very slow, deep breath into her lungs. Wrapping her fingers around the refrigerator door handle, she opened her green eyes wide and held his gaze as he watched her. Already, she could feel her clit twitching beneath that damp wisp of satin that covered her, and her nipples throbbed against those little pasties.

“Uhhhhhhh...” she groaned.

However, Drew couldn't resist closing just a bit of distance between them, fearing she'd collapse and hurt herself as orgasm took hold. Placing a hand on each side of her, he was ready to catch her, just in case.

“Tell me what you're thinking right now, Maxine.”

“I'm thinking...ohh, I'm on my knees, Sir...”

“And what are you doing in your little fantasy?”

“Sucking you...sucking you off, Sir...and I'm... oh, fuck...!”

Without warning, she gripped his shoulder as she kicked her heel, scraping it against the hardwood floor. His face was so close, so intense, as she writhed before him but not against him. Drew hadn't laid a single finger on her, yet orgasm consumed her as her body just shook with the shocks of oblivion.

Drew's thoughts were likewise awhirl. Her sexual appetite knew no boundaries. Maxine’s need to please him—and to please herself—astounded him. Seeing her shuddering and screaming when all he'd done was simply walk in the door and give her a mild scolding nearly reduced him to ashes.

He fucking hated losing control with her, but he simply couldn't resist slipping his hands between them to rip away those two little hearts from her nipples. He dipped his head to bite down and pulled one swollen little bud between his teeth.

“So help me, Maxine, if I come in my fucking jeans...you're getting spanked until next Valentine's D—”

Reality, however, struck him suddenly like a lightning bolt to a tree.

Fuckballs…

The power went out.

Blurb for Submission Dance by Lori King

Marley Saltzman has a secret fantasy. She wants to let go of everything, and submit to a Dominant. Intrigued by her friends BDSM lifestyle, she convinces him to put her on the guest list for his monthly fetish party. She had no idea how far out of her element she would be until she came face to face with an experienced Dom.

Lex Gregory has been nursing heartache and raising his daughter alone for so long he barely remembers what a submissive feels like at his feet. When he meets Marley, he can’t believe that the naïve woman ever thought she could handle kink. All too quickly his need for her refreshing innocence and lack of preconceived notions grows, and he has to have her.

The two begin a subtle dance of sexual submission and wit that leads to a night of passion and unanswered questions. Will this dance end in heartache, or will they both find their darkest fantasies fulfilled?

Enjoy this excerpt of Submission Dance by Lori King

There was a wicked glint in his eyes that did strange things to her body. Her heart was racing and her palms were as damp as her panties. She was almost afraid to stand up from her seat again for fear she might now have a damp spot on the back of her skirt.

“Would you like to dance, Marley?” Lex asked, rising from the low slung chair. The height of her own seat put her face almost dead even with his crotch, and there was a distinct bulge under his zipper that she found very intriguing, but he didn’t seem to notice her predicament.

“I’m really not much of a dancer…” She stammered for an excuse not to get closer to him. He was too magnetic and charming for her. She was almost afraid that if she let him pull her onto the sparsely populated dance floor, she would turn into putty in his hands and never find herself again.

“The music is slow, and I know what I’m doing. Trust me to lead, and you’ll be fine.” She wasn’t sure if he intended the double meaning behind his words or not, but her clit certainly heard it.

Holding out his hand, he waited for her to lay her palm against his and then he tugged her to her feet. She swayed slightly, and he steadied her with a hand on her lower back just above the curve of her ass. Immediately, she had to fight the urge to press herself against his long muscular body. Certainly he already thought her an easy mark after that steaming kiss; rubbing against him like a cat in heat wouldn’t help her circumstance.

He led her onto the dance floor without another word, and before she could turn to face him, he spun her around once, and then twice, so that her balance was off and she fell into him.

With an arrogant grin on his face, he wrapped his arms around her back, and steadied them on the curve of her spine, but within proper distance from her ass. “Better, now just relax and let me guide you. That’s right, sway with me. Dancing is like making love. It’s sensual, and there’s an exchange of power between every couple. You trust me to lead you in the right movements, and I trust you to follow me, but at any point you can walk away.” His hot breath whispered over her ear from above, and her cheek brushed the smooth silk of his shirt. “You have all the control, Marley.”

Lex continued to murmur instructions to her, softly seducing her with his body and his innuendos. Her breasts grew heavy and achy, and her nipples were diamond hard points that she knew were probably poking through the thin material covering them. She tipped her head back to look up into his deep blue eyes, and her knees grew weak at the intense lust burning there.

“Careful. If you slip I get to carry you off and say I swept you off your feet. That would make you my rightful prize to do with as I pleased for the night,” he whispered.

Marley snorted out a laugh, “Is that a party rule?”

“No, but everyone knows the black knight steals away the princess at her first ball and seduces her.”