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Protected by the Scotsman by Katie Douglas

Protected by the Scotsman

By Katie Douglas

Adventure. Mayhem. Spanking. Stern Scotsman with big hand seeks intelligent and incorrigible adventuress for 1920s mayhem and fresh air. Must dislike snakes.

Blurb

The last thing twenty-four-year-old Bobbie Huntingon-Smythe wants is to get married and settle down, so she is none too pleased when her wealthy parents send soldier-turned-bodyguard Sean McClintock to bring her home from her latest archeological expedition. To make matters worse, when Bobbie refuses to come with him willingly Sean merely takes her over his knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking and then puts her in the corner like a naughty little girl.

Despite her fury at being chastised in such a shameful manner, Bobbie cannot help being intensely aroused by the rugged, handsome Scotsman’s stern dominance. Even Sean’s belt applied to the beautiful, headstrong girl’s bare bottom proves insufficient to deter her for long, however, and soon she has snuck off on yet another risky adventure with him in hot pursuit. But when he catches her, will he end up returning her to her family or claiming her for himself?

Publisher’s Note: Protected by the Scotsman is a stand-alone novel which is the second in the Stern Scotsmen series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt:

“I say,” she began, forcing her voice to sound fine. “I’m sorry I hit you with the book.” He paused.
“And what else?” he asked.
She thought for a moment, then added, “And for calling your mother the daughter of an unwashed Visigoth.”
“And what else?” His voice was stirring something inside her, and combined with the pain from the spanking, she was struggling to concentrate.
She paused. “That’s all, isn’t it?”
“What about your elbow?”
“Oh, no, you completely deserved that.” She didn’t even hesitate in making her feelings known.
He resumed spanking her in a rapid-fire movement that left her gasping for breath and clawing at the floor of the train compartment. “All right! All right! I give!”

“And what else?” he prompted.

“And… for trying to elbow you in the trousers.” She tried to be earnest but really, she did think he had it coming. After all, he seemed to think he ought to stop her from travelling the world in search of interesting ancient sites, and that simply wasn’t reasonable. Who cared if she was a girl? She could wrangle the past as well as any man. She didn’t need protecting.

“I’m not convinced you’ve learned your lesson. Stand beside the window and hold your skirt up,” he told her.

Bobbie stared at him. “Are you serious?”
“I never joke about such things. You’d do well to remember that. Now do as you’re told.” She shook her head adamantly. “I shan’t expose myself for your merriment. I thought you were here to protect me. Nobody else on this train is trying to make me do anything untoward, so if you truly want to keep me safe, leave my compartment before I throw you out!” she retorted hotly.

“I won’t do anything. Yet. But you’re going to do it,” he told her.
She shook her head again. “Why would I?”
“Because I dare you to.” His eyes flashed as he spoke. Bobbie’s face grew hot as she realized she was cornered. He’d got her number good and proper. She pursed her lips so hard that she was quickly making a face like she’d been sucking a lemon. Bobbie trudged to the corner with an air of dejection, then lifted her skirt up.

“That was jolly unsporting of you, to dare me to do it,” she told him.

“I had a theory that you were the sort of girl who would do anything for a dare,” he explained. “And it seems that I was right.”

She looked over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes. “You’re looking,” she accused.

“I never said I wouldn’t admire the view.” He had a strange expression on his face, and Bobbie almost thought he was amused and trying to hide it, but what on earth was funny about spanking someone and making them stand in a corner like this?

Katie Douglas

Katie Douglas is a number one and USA Today bestselling British author of romance and erotica. Katie is an incorrigible romantic and her books reflect that. Especially the incorrigible part. In her spare time she likes to run headfirst into impossible projects, especially if those projects involve travel and good food. Her other love is shoe shopping. If you want to find her, look for the nearest natural disaster. She’s probably in the Starbucks closest to it.

She also writes dark romance as Aria Adams.

 

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Author Spotlight: Sahalie Blue & Sterling Scott

Cowgirl Thrill Rider

by Sahalie Blue & Sterling Scott

She loved the thrill of the ride.

Here is the blurb:

The golden age of rodeo for a Nebraska cowgirl.

Polly Duffy had learned to ride horses almost before she could walk. She loves to ride more than anything. In 1916, at age fourteen, she enters a steer riding contest at the local county fair and wins, never to look back. She becomes addicted to the thrill of the ride be it relay races, bronc busting or steer riding.

Her pioneer mother wants a better life for her daughter since she believes a woman’s place is far from the rodeo arena. But Polly is determined to ‘cowgirl up’ – to step up to the challenge, and prove that she can ride that ornery, bucking bronc despite being a diminutive female.

Polly’s riding skills bring her to the attention of Texas Jack, a Wild West show promoter. She joins his traveling show in 1920, where she meets champion steer wrestler and bronc rider Buck Delmar. Polly is determined to make it big herself and, with the help of immigrant Cossack trick riders, soon becomes a talented, famous performer, thrilling audiences with her death-defying stunts on horseback.

She and Buck later join the rodeo circuit, where she competes in trick riding. The hardest, most dangerous, tricks earn the most prize money. As her addiction to the thrill of winning – and the money – grows, she risks reputation and virtue, while putting her life in jeopardy.

Can Buck help her achieve her dreams with his loving guidance and discipline?

Note: This sweet, spirited romantic western contains elements of domestic discipline and explicit love scenes.

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And here is a spicy excerpt:

Buck took a deep breath and sat in one of the chairs opposite the colonel’s. He motioned for Polly to sit in the other.

“I am so disappointed in your sneaky behavior. I thought we shared everything. What were you thinking, riding that Brahman?”

She defended her actions. “The Colonel said the ride will help me in the final standings, to win the championship title.”

“Is that all you care about? Do you know how dangerous those bulls can be? What if you were injured?”

She stubbornly replied, “Like the Colonel said, there really was no danger. I wasn’t afraid. I’ve ridden worse.”

He dug in his heels. “Think about our daughter. She adores you! How would she feel if she lost her mother?” Shaking his head, he added, “No, I forbid you to ride another Brahma bull, ever again. It’s too dangerous.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Honey, I’ve been very fair with you. You do know there aren’t many men that would allow their wives to work at a man’s profession, don’t you? It’s bad enough I get razzed for letting you compete.” Buck stood, and paced back and forth in the small room. “I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard comments like, ‘Women got no business on a bucking horse’, or, ‘Women should be havin’ babies, not riding broncs’”, he mimicked a whiney voice.

She huffed, “As you know, I’ve heard my share of those comments too!”

“I know. I get that, but do you understand how hard it is for me sometimes, to let the criticism and teasing roll off me? Many of these Joes are just itchin’ for a fight, and I have to swallow my pride and walk away.”

Polly’s brow wrinkled in thought. “No, I didn’t know that. I’m sorry. Do you want me to quit?”

Pulling her into his lap, he sat down and stroked her cheek. “No. You don’t need to be sorry for wanting to follow your heart’s dream. I believe the good Lord put us on this earth for a reason, and your reason for being is, to be a champion cowgirl rider. I would never deny you that. But, the issue here is that you didn’t talk to me—you didn’t trust me. And, for that, I’m going to spank you.”

She looked him straight in the eye, and for a moment, he thought she might fight him. Then, she sighed, “Yes, Buck.”

“Get up. Everything off, you will be bare for this one. You must have known this would happen.”

She stammered, “I…I guess I didn’t think it through.”

“No, you didn’t. Remember when I said your ass is mine? Now, over my knee so I can remind you of that fact.”

About the Authors:

Sahalie Blue was born and raised in the Midwestern US along the shores of Lake Michigan. She now lives in the Pacific Northwest, treasuring the great outdoors of her new home.

Sahalie loves hiking in the region’s majestic Cascade Mountains, dense mossy forests and sagebrush-filled deserts. Her revered, special place is Sahalie Falls, a roaring waterfall that pounds the McKenzie River into a rainbowed mist.

She’s been married for several years to a computer guy who loves to tell jokes. She appreciates laugh-out-loud moments. She enjoys reading just about anything, but mysteries, romances, and science fiction are her favorites. She is passionate about expressing her thoughts and feelings in her writing.

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Sterling Scott writes of his imagined adventures within the backdrop of actual historical events. While some of his stories are more fictional than others, he likes to entwine real events into a new version of how it should have happened. Additionally, he includes experiences from his life and those friends who have shared events with him.

When not writing, Sterling travels the highways and visits his children. He spends a lot of time playing with his first grandchild.

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Author Spotlight – Ashe Barker has brought her sexy viking to visit

Her Celtic Captor

“If you require a demonstration of my power over you I shall be delighted to oblige you. A few strokes of my belt should do the job.”

Blurb:

As the sister of a powerful Viking chief, Brynhild Freysson is used to giving orders and having them obeyed, which makes it all the more difficult to accept when she suddenly finds herself at the mercy of a Celtic warrior intent on bringing her back to his village whether she likes it or not.

Taranc was a leader of his people before he was taken captive by Viking raiders, and now that he is a free man once more he has no intention of allowing a headstrong Norse woman to slow down his journey home with her stubborn disobedience. When Brynhild refuses to do as she is told, he wastes no time in baring her bottom for a thorough switching, and he makes it quite clear that she can expect even more painful and humiliating punishments if she continues to defy him.

Though her hatred of the Celts runs deep, Taranc’s stern dominance awakens desires in Brynhild that she thought she would never feel again, and when he takes her in his arms and claims her properly it is more pleasurable than she would have thought possible. But though her passion for him grows by the day, can she ever truly love a man whose people are enemies of her own?

Publisher’s Note: Her Celtic Captor is a stand-alone sequel to Her Rogue Viking and Her Dark Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book

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Excerpt (18+)

Taranc bowed politely to Brynhild. “Lady, ” he murmured as be bent to wind Njal’s line around his pole.

He expected Brynhild to stalk off after her nephew, but she did not. Instead, she remained where she stood, her eyes narrowed in a malevolent glare which remained fixed upon him as he busied himself clearing up his own fishing rod. That task accomplished he attached each of the three landed fish to hooks from Njal’s bag in readiness to hang them from his own belt for the journey back to the slave barn. All set to leave himself, he made to pass the still fuming Norsewoman.

“You will excuse me,” he murmured.

“Why?”

He glanced at her, surprised. “Because I am leaving.”

“I mean, why are you spending time with my nephew. What do you plan to do?”

“Plan? Nothing.” Well, nothing that concerns the boy, at least. “He is lonely, and curious. There is no harm in him. And I mean him no ill.”

“I do not believe you.”

Taranc’s slender patience frayed. “And I do not care what you believe. Good night.”

She moved fast, he would allow her that much. He barely even saw the slender hand which snaked from within the confines of her cloak to land a resounding slap across his cheek, and certainly he had no opportunity to dodge that first blow. Not so the second. As she drew back her hand to strike him again he grabbed her wrist and squeezed, only relaxing his grip marginally when she let out a startled squeal.

“I shall let the first slap go, since you are a woman and no doubt consider yourself provoked. But you shall not raise your hand to me again, lady, lest you wish to find yourself upended across my lap and spanked. Do I make myself clear on this?”

“How dare you? Let go of me! I shall—”

“Do I make myself clear?” His grip remained firm despite her frantic tugging to be free.

At last, with no other choice if she was to be released, Brynhild gave a sharp nod. “Very well, I shall not slap you.”

“Excellent decision. And I shall not spank you. This time. Instead…”

He bent his head, lowered his face to hers. Taranc took in the startled expression, the widening of her kingfisher-blue eyes as his mouth descended to brush across hers. Despite his words of just moments ago he was without doubt inviting another slap and the Viking woman could hardly be blamed for delivering it.

Her mouth was soft under his, her breath warm in the cool evening. She parted her lips as though unable to prevent her artless response and his tongue found the seam of her mouth. She opened fractionally more, and it was enough. He slipped his tongue between her lips and caressed the inner surface of her teeth with the tip.

Her hands were on his shoulders, and she clung to him, her fingers curling into his rough tunic. The sane part of his mind expected a protest, expected her to shive him away, to screech her outrage, to summon her guards but the madness which drove him now ignored all of that.

What am I doing? I don’t even like this haughty, cruel woman.

His cock disagreed. His rampant erection liked her perfectly well and tented his pants in instant recognition of the Norsewoman’s ample charms. He deepened the kiss, tunnelling his fingers through her blonde locks to hold her head still. Brynhild let out a soft moan, followed by a gasp. Now, at last and somewhat belatedly, she stiffened in his arms and sought to be free.

Fuck!

Taranc broke the kiss and released her, his own breath less than steady. Brynhild backed away, her stunned expression one he found he did not entirely care for.

“You… you should not have done that.”

Probably not.

“Why…? I do not understand…”

Neither did he.

“Go! Go Back to the slave barn. Now!”

A decent plan, at last.

Taranc stepped back to execute an exaggerated bow. “Sleep well, Lady Brynhild.”

More about Ashe Barker

 

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days – her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel.

At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

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