Madoc – book 6

The Sadist and The Stolen Princess : MADOC : Atonement

book 6 in the Lords of Time family saga.

A single chance for redemption…

George James Madoc Danforth is the heir apparent to The Warrick—unbeknownst to all the British Empire, including the Queen herself. When Madoc is resurrected, he expects coming back to London to be with a modicum of pomp and circumstance. The actual return, however, is far from that.

Commanded to go back and make amends with his family, Madoc is thrust under the title his father carried, the one his brother held while Madoc was believed dead.

The last thing Mads needs right now is attention. So when a woman walks into his life, falls into his arms, and has nowhere to go, Madoc is forced to reevaluate everything he knows.

Lost in time, Willow finds herself at the mercy of a man who terrifies her in all the best ways. While she struggles to accept herself, her place in his life and his world, she fights to reconcile that everything she knew to be true was somehow not, and everything she holds dear now may not be hers forever. Can she trust him enough to show him who she truly is? Who she’s always been, no matter where or when?

Suddenly, all of Madoc’s priorities have changed.

The only thing that matters to him…is her.

***Book six in the Lords of Time Series from Jenn LeBlanc brings us right back where we left, an enemy in our midst. From the ‘wildly original’ series comes this latest installmet in this Victorian family saga, soon to be available as a choose your own adventure game in the CHAPTERS app.

This is the sixth book in the Lords of Time Series. 

The other books in the Lords of Time series are: 

  • THE DUKE AND THE DOMINA : Book Three  



Books Six in the Lords of Time, Illustrated, family saga.


Main Characters: 

George James Madoc Danforth, Duke of Warrick




Victorian England bestselling erotic romance author Jenn LeBlanc brings a twisted tale of love between a man everyone is wanting to fail and the woman all of London is looking for. Outlander meets 50 shades in this erotic sixth installment in the award winning Lords of Time family saga. 



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August 1885

Madoc stared at the letters patent and regretted every single thing he’d done since the day he died. In truth, he quite regretted most of the decisions he’d made prior to that point as well. He crumpled the missive and threw it in the fire. The vellum flared before curling in on itself, turning black as tendrils of red highlighted the edges then dimmed completely. There was nothing left of it but the red waxed seal of Her Imperial Majesty dripping into the ashes.

That was it then. He knew the letters would garner him first-class accommodations on any of Queen Victoria’s ships traveling to England, but he didn’t care. He’d pay for something in the service quarters where he could travel in obscurity. Where he’d be free to use the people he wanted then toss them aside without drawing notice.

He finished burning the paperwork from his desk. The men who’d brought him here were dead or in prison, and he was never going to return to India, so he had no use for it. He’d leave the haveli to the serving family who’d been taking care of it, and him. All that was left to do now was hire a horse and guide, and pack what he’d need for the long journey across India and the ocean, by steamship.

This was what he’d wanted all along, was it not? To return to England triumphant and reclaim the title that had been his so briefly, that should have been his the moment his father and elder brother had died, the title that should be his now. Somehow, it no longer seemed a lofty goal. It was somewhat short of triumphant due to the circumstances he’d brought upon himself and his family.

He walked out to the center courtyard and down the steps that led to the cellar where he’d kept Calder. Where he himself had been kept until he’d agreed to do what was asked of him—things he hadn’t done, abhorrent things he refused to do. 

The manacles still lay on the floor, the chain pulled from the wall where Calder had managed to yank it out—something he’d not been able to do under similar circumstance. But perhaps he’d loosened it for him in some measure. Or it could well be that Calder was just a stronger man. He was absolutely a better man. Mads had been impressed with Calder. He’d been stronger than Madoc had thought he would be, but Madoc apparently had a talent for underestimating people.

Mads crouched and lifted one of the shackles, running his hands over the rough iron, feeling the interior of the metal that had scraped his, and his cousin’s, wrists raw. His cousin—he would have to face Calder once he was back in London. He would have to face all of his cousins now that he was officially The Warrick. Worse yet, he would have to face his brother. The man who’d held the title so briefly in his stead. The man he’d injured so gravely as to ruin his entire life. Madoc still had issues understanding what it was that had made his father so angry as to send Grayson away, but the blood on his sword, the act of causing his injury, the triumphant sensation of power and completion…that had been very real and the only thing Mads had considered since.

Madoc hadn’t communicated with any of his family since Calder and Quinn had left India. He didn’t exactly expect them to reach out to him. Part of him had been hopeful they’d leave him here to languish, forget he existed. But he knew his request to remain hidden until he chose to return had been ignored when the letters patent from the Queen had arrived. There wasn’t anything to be done about that now, however, so tomorrow… tomorrow perhaps he would go home. 

Home. He rolled it around in his mind for a moment, but it still didn’t feel anything like somewhere he wanted to be. Perhaps that was what home meant for others, but for him…home had never been a place he wished to be.

Three days later

Banging echoed throughout haveli before sunrise, certainly surprising all the inhabitants as it woke him. Considering the possibilities, Madoc knew he should have been expecting this. He rose and looked over the balcony to the dry courtyard below, the summer night wearing thin against the heat of the rising morning. His man shuffled across the centre courtyard to the main door to answer it. It was quiet for a moment, then Madoc heard shouting. His man’s sleeping jacket swept the floor when he was pushed aside and several uniformed British soldiers entered the courtyard, their boots kicking up dust as they walked.

Two of them looked up at him and he leaned on the bannister, the smaller of them wore blindingly polished boots, his uniform covered in shiny brass buttons. He could hear more men shouting from out in front of the haveli as his man attempted to argue with the men at the door.

Boots-and-buttons opened his mouth as if announcing to the haveli-at-large, “By order of Her Imperial Majesty, you are to return to London.” Then he raised his face to look at Madoc as though he knew him. He didn’t. If he had any idea of who Mads was, he would do no such thing.

Madoc gave a single nod. “I’m aware. I received the letters, and I intend to leave today. As you can see, my things are packed,” he said, sweeping his hand towards the stack of cases in front of the guards. 

Boots-and-buttons faltered, but his bigger, broader, compatriot continued.

“We are to escort you,” the soldier said as he pushed past the other.

“I’ve no need of escort.”

“We will carry out Her Imperial Majesty’s orders regardless of your wishes. You will make ready to depart within the hour.”

Madoc stood and brushed dust from his palms as he watched the two men. “As commanded,” he said. 

The bigger man pointed to the stacked trunks and cases, waving men forward to begin loading them. Madoc’s man walked into the courtyard and looked up to him, but Mads waved him off. There was no point in him getting injured over the inevitable.

Madoc went back to his room and cleaned up in the cool water next to his bedstead then changed his clothes. He dressed for travel, which was to say he wore a traditional Indian caftan and loose-fitting trousers. He slid his feet into the boots by his door, wrapped his head and face in several lengths of linen to keep the sand out, then he turned, flung his feet over the edge of the window that led to the street and jumped, disappearing into the waking crowd.


I loved this book.  Ms LeBlanc never fails to engage her readers’ emotions and to always want more.

-Ann Wainwright, reviewer

Readers of Outlander who want a bit more spice to their reading will want to give LeBlanc a try. 

-Janette McMahon, Librarian


Cover for Books six in the Lords of Time illustrated series The Sadist and The Stolen Princess

Cover for Books six in the Lords of Time illustrated series The Sadist and The Stolen Princess


  • September 2018
  • Publisher: Jenn LeBlanc
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