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Author Spotlight: Libby Campbell

A Time for Will

Can Lissie live with Will’s 19th century attitudes? Or does he need to show her who’s boss one more time?

Blurb:

Identical twins, Verity and Felicity (Lissie) Pettigrew inherit an abandoned farm in the remote hills of the Methow Valley. Little do the twins know, but their windfall harbors a secret. While exploring the old barn, Verity stumbles into a hidden portal and is instantly transported more than one hundred years into the past.

In 1885, on the same farm, Will Dawson is saddling his horse when a disturbance in a corner of the barn catches his attention. In his haste to rescue the gorgeous woman in the center of the disturbance, Will is flung far into the future.

Meanwhile, Lissie arrives on the farm looking for Verity, but finds the handsome, slightly suspicious cowboy instead. From their first words to one another, sparks fly.

Lissie’s modern manners and profane language offend Will. His solution? Some old-fashioned discipline delivered on the spot.

Affronted by Will’s distinctly un-twenty-first century approach to male/female relationships, Lissie challenges his authority at every turn in spite of nearly always ending up over his knee.

Meanwhile, Verity must deal with life in 1885. Although accepted into Will’s family, she longs to get back to the 21st century and the man she loves.

Can Will live in a future in which progress comes at the price of everything he holds dear? Can Lissie win him over, and teach him that women can be independent and willful but still soft and sexy? Will Verity find her way back to the man she loves?

Publishers note: This stand alone love story includes scenes of domestic discipline and spicy romance.

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The man was tall, over six feet, with broad shoulders and a slim waist. Clean-shaven with intense silver-grey eyes, he didn’t look happy to see them. This had to be another one of Verity’s practical jokes. His denim jeans, leather vest with deep pockets, and old-fashioned Stetson were straight from a costume store. His thin cotton shirt hugged him like a second skin, emphasizing his buff body. The only worrying detail was the gun and holster set.

Lissie pointed her chin at the revolver in his hand. “That’s not a very nice way to greet your hosts,” she said, trying to ignore the blood pounding in her ears. Verity had pulled some major pranks in her time but this was the first time she’d hired an actor to point a gun at her sisters. At least Verity had hired a hottie for this job.

“Who are you? Why are the two of you wearing men’s clothes?” The man frowned as he spoke, his slow drawl sounding out of place in the 21st century, even in this small country town.

“Who are you and what are you doing lighting fires on our land?” Lissie smiled sweetly, waiting for Verity to spring out of the bushes, yelling gotcha.

“I’m the one with the gun. Maybe you’d better start talking. My name is William Dawson. Mr. Dawson to you.”

“We’re innocent cowgirls, looking for our sister, Mr. Dawson, sir.” Even as she heaped on the sarcasm, it started to occur to Lissie this might not be a joke. His tone had been disapproving. Impatience still clouded his eyes. That made her bolder, if only to draw his attention away from Hope. “I’m Felicity and this is my sister, Hope. That’s Felicity and Hope to you.” Now might be a time not to give him too much information, she decided.

“I’ve been here a couple of hours now and you’re the first people I’ve seen.” He kept eyeing the truck nervously.

Lissie watched him. “What’s wrong with you? Never seen an F350 before?”

“No.” He looked at the girls one more time before slipping his gun back into its holster. “I don’t even know what an F350 is.”

“C’mon,” Lissie chided. “Have you been living under a rock? An F350 is a truck. They’re everywhere. This is mine.” She pointed to the blue one she’d just hopped out of. “And this one here belongso my sister. Verity came out here earlier today. She was going to organize the kitchen and bedrooms. Tomorrow the electricians are going to turn on the electricity to the house.”

“Electricity,” Will sounded out the word, as if it was Latin or Greek. “I’ve heard of that.”

Hope burst out laughing. “Okay, Verity,” she said to the bushes, “good joke. You can come out now.”

“I told you,” he said fiercely, “I’m the only one here.”

Lissie grinned. “I believe you, cowboy.” To keep his eyes off Hope, she moved closer, swinging her hips. In case he was some sort of psycho, she needed to do everything she could to save her little sister. She moved with far more confidence than she felt. As she approached him, she caught his grass, leather, and onions scent. It was a primal smell that spoke of hard work and honest labor. It was far more appealing than she wanted it to be.

If he was part of a practical joke, she’d make Verity pay. If he was something more dangerous than that, she wanted all his attention focused on her.  “What do you do when you’re not pranking innocent girls? Are you a movie extra or something?”

He narrowed his eyes at her as she sidled her body next to his.

She brushed some dust from his shoulder. “I’ve been asking Santa for someone like you my entire life. I guess the wait was worth it.” She ran her hand over the front of his leather vest. “This is nice and soft, just like your lips, I bet.” She made a kissy face at him.

He caught her wrist. “What sort of a girl are you, talking to a man like that?” His grey eyes glinted with outrage.

“I’m a modern sort of a girl,” she said. “I take what I like.” She reached with her other hand and stroked the dark hair that curled around his ears and under his hat. “Nice.”

Before she could register what he was doing, he grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back. His long, muscular fingers held her two wrists together effortlessly.

Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books

The Romancing the Coast Series
Seeing Ronnie.(Book 1)
Holding Cynthia (Book 2)
Simon in Charge – 3 book boxset

Libby Campbell, spanking writer and mischief maker

Libby Campbell writes in the bay window of her mock-Tudor home, fueled by coffee, chocolate, and many cups of fragrant tea. Sharing a love of hiking, road trips, and an occasional night of dancing, Libby and her husband live on a rocky island in the Pacific Northwest.

Libby savors her evening bubble baths where she sings along to her favorite music, safe in the knowledge that no one can hear her. She loves all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big ones who think they are lap dogs. A woman for all seasons, Libby is happy cuddling in front of a winter fire, watching a summer sunset, listening to birds in the spring, and walking in the autumn rain.

Optimistic by nature, Libby wants a solid HEA in her reading and her writing. She writes the stories she wants to read. To see what she’s working on now, or how she formed her earlier novels, visit her Pinterest boards where she pins pictures that inspire her characters and their worlds.

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Author Spotlight – Ashe Barker

Held in Custody
by Ashe Barker

His job is to protect. He intends to do his job, whether she likes it or not

Blurb

When he encounters an injured young woman while on a motorcycle ride on the small Scottish island of North Uist, police officer Finn Olsen immediately comes to her aid, but to his surprise her dialect proves all but incomprehensible to him. To make matters worse, she first tries to run and then does her best to stab him with a dagger after he catches her.

 

Recognizing that the woman is confused and distraught, Finn disarms her, handcuffs her, and brings her back to the local police station, which doubles as his home. Once she is in his custody, however, it quickly becomes clear that his beautiful, feisty prisoner comes from a very different era, and that she has somehow travelled forward in time more than a thousand years.

 

Finn takes it upon himself to keep the headstrong girl safe in a completely unfamiliar world, even going so far as to bare her bottom for a sound spanking with his belt when she attempts an escape. Despite her situation, she is deeply aroused by his bold dominance, and when he claims her properly she is left utterly spent and satisfied. But as they unravel the mystery of her arrival in the twenty-first century, will their discoveries bring an end to their newfound romance?

 

Publisher’s Note: Held in Custody includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt

His cock was at her entrance, pressing, pushing, stretching her. He was large, she had seen that much when she observed him in the shower, when he turned to invite her to join him. Eira did not care. She should care, she knew that, but could not find that sliver of caution which should give her pause.

She expected his penetration to hurt, how could it not? But at that moment she knew she wanted it more than she desired life itself. She ground her body against his, rotating her hips to work the head of his cock into her tight passage. She tried to press down but could get no leverage. In frustration, she growled.

Finn chuckled and placed his hands under her buttocks. He leaned forward, pressing her back and shoulders against the cool, smooth wall at her rear then he rocked his hips forward and filled her in one smooth, long stroke.

There was a sharp, shrill cry, and Eira was surprised to realise it was her own voice which echoed around this tiny space. Then his lips were on hers again, swallowing her sounds, the words she might have uttered to urge him on. Her scream was short-lived, giving way almost instantly to frantic moaning deep in her throat as he withdrew, only to drive his cock deep again. The pleasure mounted, crested, ebbed, then surged forth with each long, powerful stroke. She could not contain it, could not control her body’s response which threatened to overwhelm her for the second time in as many minutes.

“Come for me. Come on my cock.” He whispered the command but his words were laced with steel and her body responded to the authority which reverberated through her soul. Although Eira only barely understood what he wanted of her, the timbre of his voice, the quiet certainty that she would obey was sufficient to cause her cunny to throb and contract helplessly around his thick shaft. She clung to him as her body convulsed. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her until Eira was convinced she would drown in it.

Finn drew back his hips and thrust deep again. His body tensed then his cock jerked hard, and suddenly he was no longer inside her.

Stunned, uncertain, Eira watched in helpless astonishment as ribbons of white semen sprayed her stomach, to be washed away moments later by the fast-flowing water.

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.

Ashe loves to hear from readers. Here are her social media links:

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Author Spotlight: Ruby Caine

Running from Her Fate

Beauregard St. Pierre needs to find his run-away fiancée before she gets hurt. A fake psychic has filled her head with foolish nonsense. Generally, not one to leave his job and responsibilities for any length of time, he is determined to locate Belle quickly so they can return to New Orleans.

Anabelle Simar’s life changed drastically after she met Madame Claudette. She found the man of her dreams and inherited a tidy sum of money, all after the gifted psychic predicted the events. It is only natural to run away when the same woman warns Belle she puts her lover at great risk.

The couple ends up at River Oaks, where Madame Lenore regularly communicates with spirits. At first, she does not see any danger, but every time Beau and Belle visit for another reading, his fate is altered in disastrous ways.

Will sweet Anabelle really stab, burn and shoot the man she loves? Can Beau protect himself and the woman he loves? Will their love hold them together against the odds, real or invented?

Publisher’s Note: This adult romance has elements of humor, mystery, suspense, paranormal happenings, sexual scenes, adult language and discipline of adult women. If any of these elements offend you, please do not purchase.

Buy Link:  Amazon

Excerpt:

“Do you really think I bullied you? Be honest.” Those piercing eyes didn’t miss a thing as he watched her. His words drew her attention and she almost felt like crying in frustration. Sighing in defeat, she turned away from him again. Beau continued speaking, not giving her a chance to build up another wall between them. “This is ridiculous, Belle. This whole situation is foolish. Come home with me and let’s put this whole thing behind us.”

“I can’t and you know why,” she told him before rummaging through her cabinets and pulling out a small coffee maker.

“Because you’re convinced you are going to harm me? I’m sorry, babe, but that’s bullshit!”

“Madame Claudette had a vision. She’s never been wrong. Believe me, I prayed and prayed she was mistaken, but I can’t take a chance with your safety. I love you too much for that, Beau. I’d rather be miserable without you, knowing you are safe, than happily at your side and watch you be hurt.”

A man can only take so much frustration when trying to reason with his lover. Beau had finally passed his threshold. “Talking is getting us nowhere. I am tired of trying to reason with you, Belle. You love me. I love you. We are getting married. Decades from now, I will enjoy telling our grandchildren how I had to chase their stubborn grandmother across the state until she finally realized she belonged at my side.”

He glanced around the room for a suitable place to carry out his next plan of action. The coffee table and stool close to the microwave looked too flimsy to hold his frame, let alone both their weights. He had serious concerns about the sturdiness of the double bed, too. But the latter would have to make do. Grabbing her hand, he pulled Belle toward the frame.

Author Spotlight

Ruby Caine, exclusive writer for Blushing Publication, will release her 8th book Sept. 11. Book four of The Spirits of River Oaks series finds Lenore Zeringue consoling New Orleans native Anabelle Simar. Another psychic has warned Belle she must break up with her fiancée Beauregard St. Pierre or chance causing him grave harm. At first, Lenore sees nothing but happiness between the two, but the more often the couple visit her, the more dangerous things become. Before long, the River Parishes Psychic fears Bella will try to kill her lover no less than three different ways.

Caine and her family live near the Big Easy and her stories often take us through the historical setting which follows along the mighty Mississippi. The Spirits series revolves around the powerful Lenore, who often gets messages from those who have passed on from this world. Another series by Caine is called Katrina’s Aftermath, a group of four contemporary romances minus the paranormal theme. Rounding out books by Ruby Caine is a standalone called Making the Wright Connections, featuring a bratty signer tamed by a sexy cop.

 

Author Spotlight: Tropical Tryst Box Set – 25 Hot Sexy Stories

🌴TROPICAL TRYST🌴

Escape with these 25 brand new and exclusive sexy reads from NY Times, USA Today and International bestselling authors.

This set is perfect for romance lovers of all kinds. Offering up passionate, and enticing tales set in hot and tropical settings, this collection will feed your need for summer sexiness!

✩ Featured Authors ✩

SEAL My Love by NY Times Bestselling author, Sharon Hamilton

Swept Away by International & USA Today Bestselling author, Nicole Morgan

Tempting James by Victoria Pinder, USA Today Bestselling author

Rider’s Fall (A Viper’s Bite MC Novella) by International Bestselling author, Lena Bourne

A Miracle in Hawaiiby Fiona Miers

Perfectly Skeptical (Perfectly Series novella) by Award Winning author, Linda O’Connor

Alpha Heat by Mandy Rosko

Tristan by International Bestselling author, Liz Gavin

Desire a Bridesmaid (an Always a Bridesmaid novella)by Courtney Hunt

Finding Cory by Caitlyn Lynch

Murder with a Kissby USA Today Featured Author, Stacy-Deanne

A Major Affair, The Colonel’s Daughters quintet, a novella by Award Winning author, CJ Matthew

Brooklyn Winters (A Seven Brothers Security Team Novella) by Karen M. Bryson

Two Reckless Hearts (A Barrett Ridge Novella) by Holly Cortelyou

His Diamond In The Rough by Bestselling author, Roxy Sinclaire and Zara Zenia

Worth the Risk (a Solace in Secrets novella) by EmKay Connor

Off Balance by Bestselling author, Susan Ann Wall

Making Waves by Bestselling author, Krista Ames

Starry Nights by JB Duvane

Cold and Hottie by Jan O’Hara

Homecoming by Elana Brooks

Lust Abroad by Whitley Cox

Sunset Seduction by Carma Haley Shoemaker

Just Trust Me by Celeste Hall

Hotter in Hawaii by Alexis Alvarez

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Author Spotlight: Summer Graystone brings her new hot cover!

Gaining Maisy

Blurb:

Ready to start over and escape the demons of her past relationship, Maisy Dennis is hell-bent on getting in shape, building some confidence, and enjoying life. After joining a gym and hiring a personal trainer, Maisy receives more hands-on treatment than she ever dreamed possible.

Personal trainer, Carter Lewis knows his way around the gym–and around a woman’s body. No stranger to the wild world of domination, Carter can spot a woman with a deep need for total submission from a mile a way. And the beautiful, but broken Maisy is just begging for it. Now, it’s Carter’s turn to teach Maisy just how gorgeous and sexy she really is–if she’ll just accept her curves and size for what they truly are: Sexy as hell.

Buy Links:

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Snippet:

Every thought left Maisy’s mind as Carter wrapped his hands around her waist to slip them into her gym shorts, cupping her ass around her panties. It seemed like he was massaging where he had just spanked and Maisy felt her bones turn to goo as his hands swept up and down her ass. Then his thumb brushed the bottom end of her pussy from the back, and Maisy moaned loudly as she clutched his chest and plastered her body against his. A move that allowed her to feel every inch of the erection resting between Carter’s legs. Maisy rubbed her thighs against it, hoping to punish him a little like he was doing to her. But apart from a slight increase in breath and a jerk of his engorged cock, Carter barely acknowledged the contact.

Then with his hand still in her ass crack, his thumb just barely edging her pussy from the back, he leaned in close to her. “If you can complete fifty sit-ups without stopping, I’ll put my tongue where my thumb is.”

Adrenaline spiked through Maisy, and at that moment she would have done a hundred sit-ups just so she could feel his tongue soothe the ache between her legs. Forgotten was the fact that, up to that point, the best she had ever been able to get to was about thirty. She quickly got on the floor, raising her knees up till she was in the position to start. Then just before she started, Carter dropped down to his knees and slid in between her legs. Normally, he would hold her by her ankles to keep her steady while her back went up and down. But today, his hands slid up her legs, caressed her thighs, then she felt the pad of his thumb circle around her aching pussy, the friction causing another wave of arousal to course through her whole body. “Remember, my tongue here if you get to fifty.”

About the Author:

Hi! So my name is Summer, and I’m a part time erotica author, who attends classes during the day, and writes dirty romantic erotica by night. When I’m not in school studying photography, I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches of Florida.

Some fun facts about me are that I love apple martinis (I just turned 21, so I can’t get enough of them) and I love Star Wars, The Vampire Diaries, the Originals, The Walking Dead and Smallville. I’m a gamer girl too. Animals are close to my heart, and I have a 3-month-old bearded dragon named Yoda (he’s green and white) and a spaz of a dog named Nala who is a Terrier/Pomeranian mix, but I digress.

My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end.

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“Gaining Maisy by Summer Graystone was a sweet and sexy romance novel that pulled me in from the first page. I’m a sucker for stories where the heroine is starting over and happens to meet a loving dom (like Carter—yum!!), and I thought Maisy and Carter had great chemistry and were perfect for one another. This is a fantastic read that you won’t want to put down!” ~ USA Today Bestselling Author Sue Lyndon

Do you Wanna join me in being bad?

Wanna Be Bad is available for Preorder

12 Stories for only $0.99

My story, One Step at a Time, will be released on June 27 as part of this awesome anthology about women 35+ getting their chance at love.

No fetish in this one, but you still get the sexy heat and romance I love to write–and of course, a happily ever after ending. 🙂

In the world of working women and glass ceilings, these heroines have kept their eye on the prize. Until now. The prize has suddenly shifted, and they’re ready to break the rules, and get wild. From past loves, to forbidden strangers, these good girls are swooning for bad boys, and you’re invited to join in.

From 12 NYT and USA Today bestselling authors, these tales of seduction will leave you panting for more…

Featuring stories from: Adaline Raine, Elizabeth Kirke, Ever Coming, Kate Richards, Katherine Deane, Kayleigh Malcolm, Krista Ames, Michele Ryan, Monica Corwin, Nicole Morgan, Tina Donahue, and TL Reeve

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Excerpt:

Less than five minutes later, she let him have it. Standing on her aching legs and wobbling back and forth—maybe the second glass of wine hadn’t been the best idea—she railed at the poor man.

“You want me to gain weight? As in, not being able to fit into my Batman jammie pants anymore, kind of weight? How much poundage are we talking? Muscle or fat? How much of each? How fast and how long? Why? I am okay with my body and all the natural shifting it’s doing, but to suggest purposefully adding to the mix…” she sputtered and sat back down with a heavy oomph.

“Shay, I’m talking about a little extra weight for the race. I’ve done the research, and the best finishers have all had more to burn on those difficult days,” he reasoned.

“And a little extra layer of fat might keep me warm during the night portion,” she said, frowning. “It makes sense. But it goes against everything I have done growing up.”

“I know. Sorry. You don’t have to do any of this if you don’t want to. It’s your body and your race. Mind if we talk it out? What are the biggest cons and pros? Why do this? What’s your ultimate goal?”

“All right, but I’m going to need another glass of wine and a back massage.” She was kidding about the last part, but he took it in stride.

After refilling her glass of wine, and setting it on the coffee table, he motioned for her to flip over onto her tummy.

“I was only playing. You don’t have to—”

“Shay, I don’t do things unless I want to.” He looked sweet and commanding at the same time. “The hottest woman I ever met asked me to rub my hands and knuckles across her gorgeous bare skin. The woman I’m training asked me, her trainer, to help her alleviate some soreness. Either one, I’m in and happy to oblige. Would you like me to massage your back?”

“Yes, thank you. But don’t think about trying to get me to make any decisions while I’m turning into a big puddle of goo. That’s entrapment.”

He laughed. “Okay, no entrapment. Just the brilliant Mr. Peabody doing what he does best.”

She held the blanket in front of her chest as she pulled off her T-shirt and lay down on her stomach. “Massages?”

His breath sounded like it hitched for a moment before he answered her with firm, heated palms along each side of her spine. “Brainstorming.”

Blurb:

A forty-three-year-old divorcee finds love in the arms of a younger man while training for the hardest race of her life. Which will prove to be more difficult? Running a grueling one hundred thirty-five mile race through Death Valley, or the not-so-socially-acceptable relationship her family won’t accept?

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Author Spotlight – Ashe Barker is here with Her Dark Viking

Her Dark Viking

He saw her. He wanted her. So he returned to take her

Blurb

After she is captured by Viking raiders, twenty-five-year-old Mairead is left with no choice but to depend on Gunnar Freysson, the battle-hardened leader of the Norsemen, to protect her and her young children. Though he makes it clear that she is his property to do with as he pleases, Gunnar shows remarkable concern for Mairead’s wellbeing, and when she risks her life in a dangerous attempt at escape he does not hesitate to strip her bare and spank her soundly.

The strict punishment leaves Mairead thoroughly ashamed yet helplessly aroused, and when Gunnar takes her in his arms and claims her properly she cannot deny her body’s response to his dominant lovemaking. As the days pass, Mairead realizes that Gunnar cares for her deeply, and despite her situation she finds herself falling in love with the stern, handsome warrior. But can she truly give her heart to the man who took her from her home?

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

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Excerpt  (18+)

Would a spanking hurt as much as his belt had? Did he perhaps intend to use his belt again? He had not said, she simply assumed he would–

“Lie across my lap and lift up your sark.”

He interrupted her musings with his curt instruction. Gunnar had seated himself on the edge of the bed, where just a few moments ago Donald had sat. The Viking regarded her over his shoulder, his eyes as dark as she had ever seen them and his expression stern.

She had questions, her head brimmed with them, but she supposed all would be answered soon enough. He kept his belt on, which was a relief she supposed. Mairead slipped from the bed and came around to stand before him.

“Shall I take this off?” She plucked at the fabric at the front of her undershirt.

“No. I want you to get in position then raise the sark for me. You will get yourself ready, bare your bottom for me to spank.”

Oh, sweet Jesu. Something coiled and tingled between her legs, and she sensed a fluttering within which she could not quite name but she knew her most private places were dampening at his words. It would have been difficult to remove her clothing for him, but she had done it once and could manage again. This different approach of his was more intense, more humiliating. She was to aid in her own punishment by arranging herself just so.

“Mairead, do not keep me waiting.”

“No, Jarl.” She almost flung herself across his thighs, her head dangling down by his boot and her hair sweeping the floor. She dreaded what she must do next but wanted to get it over with so she reached back to grab the hem of her linen shirt and hastily pulled it up to her waist, then tucked the bulk of the material under her stomach to ensure it remained in place. She was horribly embarrassed, prayed that no one would see fit to open the curtain and see her thus. Had Aigneis managed to get Donald out of the longhouse in time?

“What are you thinking?” His tone was soft, and she took courage from that.

“I am afraid someone will hear, or come in.”

“They might, but there is nothing you can do about any of that now. None of what is to happen to you is under your control so you might as well let it go. Relax, if you can, and surrender.”

“I do not mean to fight you, Jarl. Or to struggle.”

“I know that.” He laid one warm, solid palm on her bottom and rubbed a large circle around her left cheek. “I was thinking more of what is happening in your head. You need only to feel this, not think overmuch about it.”

“I… I will try, Jarl.” Her voice fell to a breathy whisper. Her bottom was still tender from yesterday and as he pressed her delicate skin those sensations returned. How much more punishment could she take?

“You know why this is happening.” It was a statement, not a question.

“I disobeyed you.”

“Yes, though I now rather think you misunderstood my instruction rather than deliberately disobeyed. You should have checked, asked me to clarify.”

“I will, Jarl. Next time.”

“I shall make sure of it. So, are you ready?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I am ready.”

The first volley of spanks were light, teasing almost. Gunnar rained slaps down on both her buttocks, covering the sensitive globes and causing her to clench and writhe on his lap, but not to cry out. It was painful, but not overly so and there was pleasure in it too, especially when he paused to caress her smarting skin. Now she moaned, but in startled delight rather than pain.

“You like that?”

She nodded, but then realised he may not have seen her. “Yes, Jarl.”

“Will you spread your legs for me?”

“Of course.” On one level, she had no choice, he would make her do as he wanted though he did phrase the command most politely. But on another this was exactly what she desired, what she had hoped for. Punishment, submission, sensuality – these were a heady mix and she no longer knew quite how to separate them, or even if she wished to. So she parted her thighs and lay still.

“So pretty, and so wet.” He slid his hand between her thighs and stroked her soaking folds. Mairead tensed under the sudden wave of lust which seemed to engulf her. “Did I hurt you?” His voice was soft now, and achingly seductive.

“No, it was … more pleasant than I remembered.”

“I see. And this?” Now he toyed with the pleasure nub he had awakened yesterday. Mairead stuffed her fist in her mouth in an attempt not to squeal out loud.

“Answer me. Is this nice.”

“Mmmmm.”

Her muffled response clearly did not suffice. He dropped two hard slaps, one on each buttock. “I expect you to talk to me, to answer if I ask you a question. If you do not understand what I want of you, you may tell me that since I know our tongue is still new to you.”

“It is very nice, Jarl.” She blurted the reply out fast, fearing another onslaught of slaps and craving them at the same time.

“And this?” Now he circled her entrance with his finger tip.

“That too, Jarl. It feels so good…”

“This?” His finger entered her, just to the first knuckle she thought. “Any pain?”

“No, it feels wonderful. Perhaps you might… I mean, maybe a little more?”

“Can I trust you to tell me if I hurt you?”

“You have hurt me. You are spanking me, Jarl. It is meant to hurt, is it not?”

“The spanking, yes. Not this.” He swirled his finger between the swollen, sensitive lips. “You only gave birth a month ago.”

“I am healed, truly I am. The birth was easy, and… oh! Ooooh.” She let out a sob as he slid his whole finger into her.

“Tell me, Mairead. Is this painful?”

“No. No, it is … wonderful. Please do not stop.”

“Greedy wench. You will take your spanking; then, if I am satisfied you have learnt better manners, I will give you what you desire.”

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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