USA Today Bestselling Author Ashe Barker is visiting today.
She's brought along some spicy, sexy, spanking tidbits for us to nibble on too!
Mm, mm... Lucky us :)
Taranc might lust after the Viking noblewoman, he was a male
and
drew breath so how could he not?
But he did not like her, and he had never yet
fucked a woman he disliked.
Now, I'm not a betting woman,
but knowing Ashe's style, if I were,
I'd put money on Taranc changing his mind pretty darn quick.
Maybe we'll find out in the excerpt below...
Her Celtic Captor
By Ashe Barker
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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Here’s a naughty excerpt.
18 and older only and NSFW, so beware
J
"Your hair is beautiful. It was the first thing I noticed
about you."
She snorted. "The first thing I noticed about you was that you
are quite ridiculously tall. And that you lacked the proper respect due to a
Viking woman of the Jarl. You were far too ready with your demands."
"Aye, I daresay. And now you appear to be struggling to
exhibit the required degree of deference due the chief of your village. Perhaps
I should make more demands of you."
"What... what do you mean." She stiffened, her slender
shoulders tightening as she tensed.
Taranc released his grip on her hair and laid his palms on the soft
skin which covered her clavicles. He drew his hands in towards her neck, thumbs
outstretched, then began to trace lazy circles with the pads, right at her
hairline. She flinched, and he increased the pressure, seeking out the spot
where tension lurked.
"What are you doing?" Her voice was a breathless whisper.
"Making demands. Relax, be still. Enjoy."
"I cannot. I do not like you to touch me..."
"Liar. I shall not hurt you, and you know it." He kept up
the relentless, sensual pressure, leaning in to kiss the outer shell of her ear
as he did so. Brynhild let out a soft gasp, but offered no further objection.
Her taut and rigid body softened under his ministrations. He was
not certain she even realised she had done so when she released her tightly
folded arms to lay them along the rim of the tub and leaned back into his
gentle embrace. He allowed his hands to move, reaching forward, then lower to
cup the soft swell of both her breasts. She gasped, her posture tensing again,
betraying her disquiet. But she allowed it.
Taranc caressed the lower curves, his thumbs now rubbing across her
stiff, pebbling nipples. He longed to take one of the deep pink buds between
his teeth but decided to save that pleasure for another occasion. For now, he
had her where he wanted her. She accepted his touch, at least this far, his
intimate exploration of her body. She was learning to trust him.
He continued to toy with her nipple as he drew his fingertips down
the length of her sternum, pausing to explore the hollow of her navel before
continuing on to tease the pale blonde curls at the apex of her thighs. He did
not suggest she spread her legs for him as he knew what her answer would be.
Instead he kissed her neck as he slid his fingers through her soft folds.,
seeking out the pleasure nub he knew he would find there.
Brynhild almost leapt from the tub when he reached his quarry. He
tightened his grip across her chest to hold her in place.
"Relax. Be still. Enjoy." He repeated his sensual
demands.
"What are you doing to me? That feels... wrong. It is not
usual to feel so."
"No, perhaps not until now. It will become usual, I
promise." He continued to draw the tip of his finger across the sensitive
nubbin, noting the way it swelled under his touch. Brynhild trembled in his
arms, her tension mounting. Undeterred, he continued his assault on her
confused, untried senses. He was merciless, his goal clear. As her body spasmed
he took the quivering bud between his finger and thumb and squeezed lightly as
she shattered in his arms.
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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