Ashe Barker

Sure Mastery, book 2 in the Black Combe Dom series by Ashe Barker

Have you caught your breath after reading book 1 in Ashe Barker’s Dark Combe Dom series yet? Great because she’s here today with the next instalament. Book 2, Sure Mastery is out now!

His gifts to her are beyond price, the rewards of submission.

Blurb
He’s hurt her once, and terrified her. He holds her future in his hands. Can she trust him with her body too?
Desperate to escape her past and start over, Ashley McAllister cuts her ties with her old life and heads for the wild landscape of West Yorkshire, the perfect place to reinvent herself. And her carefully laid plans are working, until she encounters her nemesis—the one man she’d hoped never to see again—Tom Shore, the man she and a gang of thugs attacked and robbed, and who swore he’d make her pay. He owns the cottage she’s made her home and adores, and now he wants his pound of flesh. So he takes it.
Intimidated and beaten by her sexy and dominant landlord, and totally confused by her intense physical response to him, Ashley needs Tom to guard her secrets. But will he and his enigmatic and terrifying friend, Nathan Darke, allow her to leave her past behind and start again? Having survived her first explosive and humiliating encounter with Tom, Ashley struggles to get her new life back on track. But Tom wants her. His demanding, persuasive, sensual charm is almost irresistible, his mastery of her assured.
But—can she submit to Tom’s dominance? Should she? Ashley has escaped one violent and abusive relationship. Is she about to be sucked into an even darker and more dangerous liaison?
Disclaimer: Sure Mastery contains spankings, bondage and discipline and other sexual activities. These are fantasies only, intended for adults only. Strong stuff but worth it. If such subjects offend you, please do not buy this book.
This novel was previously released as three separate books, Unsure, Sure Fire and Sure Thing in the series Sure Mastery. In this volume the three books in the Sure Mastery trilogy are published as one combined novel, under the title, Sure Mastery with new cover art, no cliffhangers and a HEA..

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Excerpt:
A long silence follows my little outburst. He doesn’t move, but I can feel his eyes on me. Watching, assessing. I wait for his next attack.
Instead, “He raped you? Kenny?” The question is soft, gentle.
I nod. “Yes. Twice.”
“Did you report it to the police?”
Ah, here we go. “No.”
“Why not?”
“I lived with him, slept with him, had sex with him regularly. Who’d have believed me that once or twice it was against my will? And… I was scared of him.”
He nods, doesn’t press me further, seems to accept this explanation. “I knew he was a vicious git. I saw the way he treated you that night. I just didn’t realise… I understand now why you were afraid of Nathan and me when we came to your cottage.” He hesitates, his gaze softening. “I’m sorry for that, and for the way I spoke to you afterwards. I was insensitive and cruel. You are safe here, with me. I hope you can believe that.” He reaches out, tips my chin up with his fingers, gently raising my eyes to his.
I hold his gaze, assertive Ashley back on her soapbox. “Yes, I do believe that. But only because you don’t fancy me. I’m too scrawny, ‘not enough to go around’ I think you said.” The bitter sting of those cruel, dismissive words still bites. Hard. Without thinking about possible consequences I press my point. “And I’m not having any more of that from you either. No more insults, no more belittling me with your personal comments. I won’t let you make me feel small again. Just leave me be, and if you’ve nothing nice to say about me then keep your opinions to yourself, please.”
Gently cupping my chin with his palm, he holds my gaze, his gorgeous eyes now warm, tender almost. And I see respect starting to dawn there. At last, he speaks, his tone low, serious. A hint of esteem there, just maybe.
“Well said, Ashley. You’re right, and I apologise. For the things I said to you, back then and just now. I was rude, cruel, and what I said wasn’t true. The truth is, you’re so lovely you take my breath away—especially naked.” He smiles, probably at my astonished expression—nothing he could have said to me in response would have surprised me more than that. Lovely? Me? My mind’s still turning cartwheels as he continues. “I’m not apologising for finger-fucking you, though, because I did ask. Maybe a bit late, but still… And you seemed to like that bit as I recall. And I’m not apologising for stripping you and spanking you, although I know probably I should. Nathan certainly thinks so. Trouble is, I enjoyed that part too much to be genuinely sorry now. And if you’ve done the research that I suggested you do you might start to have some idea why I enjoyed it. And why you did too. Do you have any idea why, Ashley?”
I shake my head, bewildered, completely lost for words now. Enjoyed it? He hurt me, terrified me. But a quiet little voice at the back of my head is quick to point out what else he did, afterwards, and how powerfully I responded. And how much more he could have done to me as I lay there helpless on my bed, offering no further resistance. But he didn’t. And Tom doesn’t push his advantage now, just as he didn’t then, he simply leaves me be with my thoughts.
He drops his hand, but his emerald eyes are still holding mine. “I shouldn’t have threatened you again just now, even in fun. Forgive me?” His low tone seems sincere, contrite even.
I do believe he means it. He must have decided to take my continued silence as assent because suddenly he’s all business again, his booted feet hitting the flags with a heavy thud as he gets to his feet. “I need to get off. I’ll be back around one, I’ve a Skype meeting scheduled with a supplier so I’ll see you then. Make yourself at home, have a good look round, try to find everything you need but if you get stuck or need to know anything text me. Oh, and just leave the ironing. Okay?”
Stunned at my success, and the tangible shift in our relationship, I can only nod. Assertive Ashley definitely has her moments. He grabs his jacket from a hook on the back of the door and winks at me on his way out. “Have a nice day, Ashley.” He clicks his tongue and the two dogs trot after him. A few seconds later I hear the Land Rover fire up and drive off, and I’m alone in his huge old house.

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USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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Dark Melodies, book 1 in The Black Combe Dom series by Ashe Barker

Hang onto your hats! Ashe Barker has a new series out. Dark Melodies is super-length book 1 (over 600 pages!)  in The Black Combe Doms series.
Blurb
Who knows where pain ends, and pleasure begins?
The chance of a new life out in the wilds of the Yorkshire moors sounds too good to be true to shy musician Eva Byrne. Stifled and smothered within the cocoon of her brilliant academic career, Eva yearns for something different. Something real and exciting. Something she can feel
Excitement. Passion. Pleasure. She finds that sexy, enigmatic Nathan Darke can provide all these and more when she moves into his home as violin tutor to his young daughter. But Eva’s sensual encounters with her demanding, domineering new employer quickly evoke her deepest fears, as he introduces her to the trauma of submission and marks her with his particularly dark brand of love.
But will Eva’s natural curiosity and thirst for new experiences be enough to withstand the sting of Nathan Darke’s exquisite touch? Will simple surrender be enough as he challenges her every inhibition, taking her on an erotic journey of self-discovery and liberation?
Disclaimers:
Dark Melodies is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include power exchanges, spanking adult women, and explicitly sexual situations. These scenes are fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 
Dark Melodies was previously released as three separate books, Darkening, Darker and Darkest, in the series The Dark Side. In this volume the three books in The Dark Side trilogy are published as one combined novel, under a new title, Dark Melodies with new cover art, no cliffhangers and a HEA.

Buy Link: mybook.to/DarkMelodies
Available in paperback or read for free with Kindle Unlimited.

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Excerpt:
Slipping his hand out of my bra, he pulls me to my feet and quickly turns me to face the table. His hand in the small of my back, he pushes me face down across the hardwood surface, sliding the iPad and my coffee cup to one side.
I start in surprise as he lifts the hem of my dress—surely he just said…
Then I moan out loud as he again slips his hand into my clothing, this time down the back of my lovely red lacy briefs, down the hollow between my buttocks, slowing slightly to circle my anus with one gentle fingertip. I stiffen, waiting…
“So sweet and tight. We’ll come back to this,” he murmurs softly, leaning close to kiss my neck before continuing on between the wet, swollen lips of my pussy. He slips one finger inside my moist entrance, working gently in and out, circling the outer lips, spreading my juices all around. I moan faintly, lifting my bum up in welcome. He slides a second finger inside, whilst with his other hand he attacks from the front to take my swollen clitoris between his thumb and finger, gently rubbing.
The combined pleasure is so intense, so sudden, it overwhelms me, and I come immediately. I scream, unable to contain any of the fabulous sensation of internal fragmentation now shooting out through my outstretched fingers—white-knuckled, still gripping the edge of the table—and my toes, still encased in my lovely, red fuck-me shoes. I whimper, almost in frustration that my climax has hit me before I even saw it coming.
“I’m not finished with you yet. Stay there.”
More? How wonderful.
His voice is low, seductive and commanding. I stay still. Waiting. He straightens, steps away from me, goes over to his desk. He returns a moment later, gently pulling my underwear down to my ankles. “Step out.” His command is clear. I obey.
“You have a beautiful bottom, Miss Byrne,” he observes, trailing his fingertips lightly down the furrow between my buttocks, then tracing the line of each lower curve before bringing something down on me—hard, sharp, fierce. I scream out loud, with shock more than pain, though the sting is real enough. Instinctively I start to stand up, but his hand goes to the small of my back, pressing me back down.
“We agreed on five strokes for every frown. I counted at least four frowns since we came into this room, and that’s me being generous, Miss Byrne. So that’s twenty strokes. Agreed?”
I don’t answer, still reeling from the sudden assault. He strikes me again, and I scream again, louder. “Agreed, Miss Byrne?”
“Yes, yes. Please don’t…”
“Eighteen to go, then. Grit your teeth, Miss Byrne.”
I do, flinching with every blow, my fingers curled desperately around the opposite edge of the table. Counting slowly. He takes his time, waiting between each blow for me to settle again, to be ready. After ten strokes he stops, places a ruler beside my face on the table, and steps away again. I know not to move. He comes back after a few moments and I feel something cool, soothing, being smoothed into my red-hot and extremely sore buttocks. He gently massages me, kneading my tender skin where his ruler has done its work.
“You’re new to this, Miss Byrne, so I’m really being very gentle with you. Next time it will be harder.” He taps my buttock lightly with his palm. “Relax—we’ll soon be done.” He stands, picks up the ruler again. “Are you ready to continue, Miss Byrne?”
I know he will demand an answer, so I whisper my consent, and he starts again. The next ten blows are excruciating. He alternates between bringing his ruler down hard on first one side of my bottom, then the other, always hitting the same spot on each cheek and now not even waiting for me to collect myself between blows. Each new blow builds on the sting left by the one before it. I lie there in my world of pain, biting my lip to keep from sobbing, waiting for him to finish.
After the twentieth stroke he straightens, stands still behind me. I can imagine his eyes on my abused bottom, and just hope he’s satisfied. I know better than to say as much, though, and I wait, desperate for him to give me permission to get up. I lie there, frozen with dread at what might be coming next.
“Open your legs, Eva.”

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Getting to know the amazing Ashe Barker
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.
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Viking Surrender - books 1 & 2 by Ashe Barker

Some very exciting news today! The Viking Surrender Series is now available! The amazing Ashe Barber has written two books in the series: Vikings Prologue (book 1) as well as Brandr A Viking Warrior Romance (book2)
Do you love hard-muscled, dominant heroes? Love Viking romance?
The steamily seductive Viking Surrender series (first released as the 'Vikings' boxed set) has hit Amazon with brand-new epilogues... so you can find out 'what happens next' for all nine couples.
If you're yet to explore this gorgeous set of shared-world romances, filled with scorching scenes of sexy sizzle and supreme alpha hotness, you've a real treat in store.
For a limited time, all the titles are on sale, and you can devour them in Kindle Unlimited. 

Find the whole series on Amazon US here - https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07ZSZV1JV

and on Amazon UK here - https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07ZTM46CL

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Happy Reading... your Viking warrior book boyfriends await

Blurbs:
Vikings: The Prologue is essential reading to find out how it all began … and you can grab this 12000 word appetizer absolutely free from wherever you like to buy your ebooks.
A horde of battle-hardened, ferocious Nordic warriors.
A Pictish village at the mercy of its enemies.
A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides
Delivered into Viking hands, claimed and conquered, each bride must accept that she belongs to her new master. But, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?
The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.
Begin the journey here...
Enter a world of suspense, seduction and adventure, told against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland.
Journey together with indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines, as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.
Brandr : A Viking Warrior Romance
Forced to wed the fierce Viking warlord in order to save her people, Eithne has no choice but to surrender to her powerful and terrifying husband. She submits to his stern discipline, but his tenderness takes her breath away. A man of his word, Brandr means to keep his side of their bargain and will see her village safe and protected from their enemies. But what of Eithne? Who will protect her as she learns to care for this ferocious man who now leads her people and holds her heart in his mighty hands?

Disclaimer: These books are intended for adults only. Spankings and other sexual activities represented in the book are fantasies only, intended for adults only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as anyone advocating any non-consensual spanking or other sexual activity.

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Excerpt from The Prologue
“We shall not surrender, nor shall we flee…. this is an unequal contest, and we cannot win. To take up arms against men such as them would lead to certain death.”
“Better to die with honour—”
“Better still not to die at all. I have another idea. We shall negotiate.”
Rhiannon gaped at her. “Are you quite mad? You would have more success seeking to bargain with a wildcat, or that wolf which Ailsa insists upon keeping.”
“They are men, not animals. They will listen to reason.”
“That is a matter of opinion. I still say—”
“For once, Rhiannon, please, just do as you are told. Put down that weapon and go hide with the others. I shall go and speak with these…these…Norsemen.”
“You are bent on this madness?”
“It is the only way…”
“Then, if you insist upon facing them, I shall be at your side. I consider this a foolhardy notion, but I will not let you go alone.”
Despite Rhiannon’s belligerent tone, Eithne had never been more pleased to have her at her side. Theirs was not an easy relationship, it never had been, but Eithne loved her sister by marriage and was proud of her courage. “Ah, my sister. I see your father in you, and your brother. I shall be glad to have you with me, but by all that is holy, you must keep quiet and let me do the talking.” Eithne turned and dashed towards the path leading down into the narrow cove where the Vikings’ ships already swooped in towards the beach. “And put that damned sword away before someone gets hurt.”
“You are muttering to yourself. What are you saying?” Rhiannon scrambled behind Eithne down the cliff path.
“I am trying to recall a few words of Norse. There were Nordic settlers close to my childhood home on Orkney, and I picked up a few phrases. I thought if I were to greet them cordially…”
“You imagine you might resolve this situation by wishing them a pleasant morning and discussing the weather?”
Eithne did not blame Rhiannon for being incredulous. She could barely believe it herself. But if words were to be her weapons, she would do her best to assemble the best ones.
They emerged from the path onto the sand and shingle, at the same instant that the leading dragon ship swept onto the beach. Already the first of the warriors were leaping over the sides into the surf, wading ashore.
“Wait here,” Eithne commanded. “And say nothing.”
She stepped forward. Alone.

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Excerpt from Brandr
“Lady, what are you doing out here?”
She did not see him but heard his low growl from deep within the forested area to the south of their settlement. Eithne stood a moment, and Brandr appeared from among the trees.
She gasped, stepped back. She had momentarily forgotten just how large he was, how menacing. Brandr’s hand shot out to catch her just in time or she would have tumbled backwards into the undergrowth.
“Steady. I do not wish your bottom to be already covered in bruises before I have an opportunity to take a switch to your tender flesh.”
“A…a switch?” Sweet Jesu, she had not bargained on that. A hand-spanking, perhaps…
“Aye. And you may consider yourself fortunate it is not to be worse.”
“Worse? In what way might it be worse?” she wondered aloud.
“You will be punished within the confines of our home. The rest of your people will no doubt hear your cries, but they will not witness your punishment with their own eyes.”
Eithne stared at him, his hard features illuminated by the lamp she still held, though her hand shook. She supposed she should thank him but could not bring herself to do so. His next words rendered such a response unnecessary.
“I see no cause to bare my wife’s body for all to enjoy. Your nudity will be for my eyes alone.”
“You are a savage, Jarl. A barbarian,” she blurted before she could think better of it. “You say these things to frighten me.”
“I say these things because they are true. And were I truly a savage, you would not be standing in front of me pointing the matter out. You would have already tasted the Norse justice you seem so certain of.”
“I do not understand…”
He sighed and released his grip on her arm. “And I do not understand what brings you out so late. Is there a problem, lady?”
“No. I just… I wondered where you were and…and if you needed me to tell you which cottage is mine. Ours.”
“I think you may rely upon me not to become lost. I know which dwelling is yours, Eithne.”
“You mean to share it with me?”
“Of course.”
“This night?”
His lip quirked, the expression caught in the lamplight. “You seem eager, little Pict. Can it be that you imagine you might distract me from administering your punishment by offering me the delights of your body?”

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Once Upon A Christmas Wedding - an anthology

I love love love a Christmas romance. I also love historical fiction. And weddings! Look at this brilliant treat that promises to get us all in the mood for the upcoming season—a collection of stories from twenty-seven historical romance authors—Once Upon a Christmas Wedding.  

To celebrate the launch of this gorgeous festive collection of historical romances, there's $25 of book money to whizz out to one lucky reader.

Click to enter: http://www.lovebooksdaily.com/featured-read

Buy link - viewbook.at/ChristmasWedding

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And look at what a good deal it is:

Price—FREE with Kindle Unlimited

or $2.99 (rising to $4.99 from 1st November) - yes that's less than $0.11 per story!

The authors will be releasing their romances at $2.99+ each when the set retires in mid-January, so this is a HUGE bargain.

Blurb

So remember tis the season
'Tis the season... for wedding bells!
But, the path of true love never did run smooth... as our brides and grooms soon discover.
From the snowbound Highlands to candlelit ballrooms, follow our fearless heroines as they scorn etiquette and defy danger in pursuit of their heart's desire.
Twenty-seven heart-warming historical romances, all set during the festive season. 

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Check out the star-studded line up:
HELL’S WEDDING BELLS 
by Annabelle Anders

TWO LADY SCOUNDRELS AND A DUKE 
by Tessa Candle

A WICKED WEDDING
by Laura Trentham

THE RUSSIAN BETROTHAL
by Elsa Holland

THE MISTLETOE MISTRESS
by Maddison Michaels 

DEEDS NOT WORDS
by Ashe Barker

HOLLY AND THE BEAST
by Annabel Joseph

THE WINTER BRIDE
by Emma V Leech

MISTLETOE KISSES
by Elise Marion

THE CHRISTMAS COUNTESS
by K.J. Jackson

MISCHIEF AND MISTLETOE
by Stacy Reid

KIDNAPPED WITH THE KNIGHT
by Emily Murdoch

THE RUSSIAN PRINCE’S BRIDE 
by Mariah Stone 

CHRISTMAS CHARITY 
by Beverley Oakley

THE ANGEL OF AN ASTRONOMER
by Linda Rae Sande

WASSAIL, WAGERS AND WEDDINGS
by S. Cinders

HIGHLAND YULE 
by Sky Purington?

MARRYING MISS BRIGHT 
by Dayna Quince

THE LADY’S GUIDE TO MISTLETOE AND MAYHEM 
by Emmanuelle de Maupassant

BEAUTIFULLY RECKLESS
by Virginia Taylor

KISS ME, MACRAE
by Amy Sandas 

HOLLY AND OLD LACE 
by Vanessa Brooks

HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
by Celeste Jones

A SPINSTER AT THE HIGHLAND COURT
by Celeste Barclay 

THE HOLIDAY HUSSY 
by Merry Farmer

DECEMBER DEBAUCHERY
by Em Brown

WEDDED IN WINTER
by Scarlett Scott

Vikings - a box set from a group of stellar authors!

Hang on to your hats! Filled with action and suspense, the Vikings are waiting for you.
Battle-hardened and broad-chested, with arms strong enough to sweep you off your feet, these warriors are pure muscle, with shoulders built for carrying you to bed.
Nine great authors have created this shared-world series of supreme alpha hotness: Ashe Barker, Lily Harlem, Felicity Brandon, Gianna Simone, Vanessa Brooks, Sassa Daniels, Sky Purington, Emmanuelle de Maupassant and Jane Burrelli.

Here’s a taste of some of what lies inside:

A tiny Scottish settlement at the mercy of its enemies.
A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides.
Delivered into Viking hands, the brides of Achnaryrie now belong to their conquering masters but, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?|The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.
Against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland, join these indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.
Disclaimer: Vikings, a boxed set of nine 'enemies to lovers' shared-world romances features happily-ever after endings, and some very steamy scenes, including elements of discipline.
All-new and exclusive.

Buy link: Amazon

This collection is capturing readers’ hearts all over the world. With a rating of 4.52 stars with over 170 reviews on Goodreads, some the reviewers have said:


‘Hot alpha Vikings, strong feisty brides and steamy sex; what’s not to love?’
‘I couldn’t stop reading’
‘Caught my attention immediately’
‘The world building is phenomenal’




Teaser snippets from the Prologue

The Vikings were merciless, murdering barbarians. And they were here.
With a despairing sob, Eithne turned from the sight below. She could still run, might be able to make it into the depths of the forest before the first of the raiders reached the village. She had perhaps a few minutes…
“To take up arms against men such as them would lead to certain death.”
“Better to die with honour—”
“Better still not to die at all. I have another idea. We shall negotiate.”
“By your presence here, I surmise you wish to speak with me.” He leaned down to murmur in her ear. “Or, if you prefer, there is still time to run for your life.”
“You would catch me,” she countered.
“Aye, probably.”
“And kill me.”
“It may not come to that.”

Intrigued, amused, and not a little astonished, Brandr folded his arms to regard her. “A bargain? You seek to bargain with me?”
“I do.”
The female held his gaze, an accomplishment which eluded many of his most hardened warriors. His respect for her audacity and fortitude nudged upwards. “Go on.”

Her Celtic Masters by Ashe Barker

Merry Christmas! If anyone knows can deliver a rollicking romance well told, Ashe Barker is that person. She’s here today with another exciting novel you won’t want to miss: Her Celtic Masters.

Two fierce Celtic Warriors with a thirst for vengeance, and the proud Viking lady with the strength to submit.

Blurb:
Left penniless and without a home by a sudden, tragic turn of events, twenty-year-old Kristin Lofnsdottir plans to start a new life as a seafaring trader. If she is going to have any chance at surviving, however, let alone succeeding, she'll need money and capable men to protect her. A partnership with a pair of Celts offers both, but Kristin quickly realizes that the arrangement will mean sharing much more than just her profits. The two stern, handsome brothers intend to make her theirs, demanding obedience, punishing defiance, and mastering her beautiful body together.
Though Nyle and Bowdyn have been given plenty of reason to hate Vikings over the years, conquering the feisty, headstrong Kristin proves even more satisfying than they had anticipated. As they claim her ever more thoroughly and shamefully, her need for them only grows more intense, but can they be firm enough to tame her recklessness before it puts them all in danger?

Publisher's Note: Her Celtic Masters is a stand-alone sequel to Conquered by the Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

“Open your legs, little Viking.” The command was softly spoken, yet firm. Nyle expected her to obey.
So, she did. She planted her feet on the mattress between Nyle’s long legs and parted her knees.
Bowdyn chuckled. “A tolerable effort, but we can do better.” He took her left ankle and lifted it over Nyle’s leg then set it down on the outside of his brother’s thigh. He repeated the action with her other ankle, then set his hands at her waist to ease her further up Nyle’s body. Thus positioned, Nyle had ample access to her breasts. He could toy with her, torture her nipples as he pleased, whilst at the same time her thighs were spread wide for his brother. “Ah, yes,” Bowdyn confirmed, “much better.”
“Is she wet?” enquired Nyle pleasantly enough.
Bowdyn drew the flat of his palm between her legs, pausing to part the lips of her pussy as though to particularly examine that spot, then rubbed the heel of his hand on the sensitive nubbin at the front.
Kristin stifled a squeal. She knew of that place, had discovered it for herself whilst bathing, but no hand apart from hers had ever ventured there. Baldvin Ryggiason had shown not the slightest interest in exploring his bride’s more sensual desires. Until these last few minutes she, herself, had been largely unaware such urges existed. Certainly, the powerful nature of her own arousal had been a mystery to her. These Celts were a revelation indeed.
“Yes, she is wet.” Bowdyn raised his hand to show his brother.
“Did I not tell you it would be so? It takes but a gentle tug on her nipples,” Nyle paused to squeeze and twist again by way of demonstration, “and she gushes like a waterfall. I believe the staid, proper, and very stern Kristin Lofnsdottir is nothing more than a wanton at heart. Is this not so, little Viking?”
Wanton? The very word sent her senses reeling. Could he be right? Oh, she most sincerely hoped so though the words became lodged in her throat. She could not answer. She could only feel.
“Open the lips of her cunny and put your fingers inside her. I believe this is what she would like. Am I right, my Viking?”
Freya, help me… The silent plea went unanswered. Kristin had to shift for herself in this matter. So, she did. She nodded.
“There, it is as I thought. But be gentle, brother. I get the impression our Viking is unaccustomed to such treatment.”
Kristin could have blessed Nyle for his perceptiveness. It was as though he had somehow crawled into her mind and knew all her secrets, her desires as well as her fears.
Her brief interlude of clarity and coherence shattered the moment Bowdyn spread her nether lips with his fingers and inserted one long digit into her tight channel. She expected to flinch, to hurt. Her previous experience of this act, though infrequent, had been sufficient for her to know she found it uncomfortable, painful even. And oddly disappointing.
All those doubts and uncertainties were swept aside in the surge of pleasure that threatened to engulf her. Bowdyn withdrew his finger then drove it deep again, harder this time, faster.
“If this hurts, you may tell us,” whispered Nyle.
“It… it does not hurt,” she managed. “Oh. Oh!”
Bowdyn increased the speed of his thrusts and added a second finger. The friction was unbearably sweet yet still not enough. Kristin squeezed her inner walls around his long digits and circled her hips.
“I believe our Viking is rather enjoying this. Is that not also correct, Kristin?”
Must she answer? Could she? Was she truly enjoying what was happening to her or was it some other compulsion that drove her to thrust her hips forward and consider begging for more?

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.

Seduced Under The Mistletoe - various authors

It just wouldn’t be Christmas without some new romances to warm our dark winter nights. Seduced Under The Mistletoe brings sixteen hot stories to spread some cheer this holiday season.

Blurb:

From the snowbound Highlands to candlelit ballrooms, follow our feisty heroines as they unmask secret identities, scorn etiquette, and defy danger. See them submit to fierce warriors, sinful scoundrels, and masterful lords.
This boxed set will be available for just three months, so don’t miss out. Indulge in sixteen all-new novellas that will leave you longing for more than twelve nights of Christmas.

Disclaimer: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women and explicitly sexual situations. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

Buy link: Amazon

Featuring authors from around the globe:
Ashe Barke
Amy Rose Bennett
Vanessa Brooks
Em Brown
Ellie St. Clair
Nicola Davidson
Emmanuelle de Maupassant
Brandy Golden
Gracie Malling
Viola Morne
Carole Mortimer
Emily Murdoch
Jaye Peaches
Stacy Reid
Lauren Smith
Scarlett Scott

We hope you enjoy unwrapping these sixteen gorgeous novellas. Our authors, hailing from all over the world, are thrilled to have come together to create this sizzling set of historical romances. These stories appear chronologically, opening with a Viking tale, travelling through the centuries, and concluding in 1903.

Yuletide Yielding – by Ashe Barker
She shares his bed and he has her heart. Lynet is a powerless thrall in Stian’s household, property to be bought or sold on a whim. She adores her Viking master and knows he cares for her. But this Yuletide he is to wed and that changes everything…
Trusting Her Highland Laird – by Brandy Golden
Laird Gallagher loves his feisty Scottish beauty just as she is, but Eileen wishes to overcome her terror of the dark, and demonstrate her trust, by donning a blindfold. Will the experiment drive her fear deeper, or can he prove to her that love conquers all.
Duke of Christmas – by Ellie St. Clair
The Duke of Ware has avoided his betrothed for as long as possible in pursuit of pleasure -- until one fateful meeting. Christmastide takes on new meaning as the man who cares for nothing sets out to win his future wife.
A Christmas Masquerade – by Vanessa Brooks
The French revolution left behind a damaged angel. A bewildered child. A man in despair. Can the bitter Yuletide winds drive a Christmas miracle? Will there be enough seasonal magic to heal all three?
Peril with a Prince – by Emily Murdoch
Prince Éduard of Aviroux is hunting down the Great Whisperer – the spy helping the French nobility escape the guillotine – when thwarted by the delectable Giselle. He's never seen a woman like her: resourceful, cunning, and ready for a fight. What he doesn't realise is that she's just the spy he's looking for. Trapped on an island together, will Éduard discover Giselle's terrible secret - or will he reveal some of his own?
Her Mistletoe Promise – by Jaye Peaches
Sent home from the battlefields of the Napoleonic Wars, disgraced Lieutenant Elias Seton catches the attention of gregarious Jenny Templeton, who has fled London following a scandal. Determined to cheer him up, and with little thought for her reputation, Jenny seduces the officer and promises to keep him company every night between Christmas Day and Twelfth Night.
After their first night together, she discovers Elias is a demanding master of the bedroom. Will she be able to fulfill her promise, and what if her family discover them together?
Mistletoe Mistress – by Nicola Davidson
England, December 1813: Miss Rachel Lindsay is desperate. Abandoned at an isolated country inn on a snowy Christmas Eve, her only hope is a wealthy, stern, and sinfully handsome stranger—masquerading as her husband. Awaiting a carriage repair, Arran Elliott, Marquess of Kyle needs lodgings. And, it seems, a wife. But when their bargain turns into nights of scorching passion and sensual discipline, he can’t let the spirited and curvy beauty go. His—and her—secrets be damned…
The Gentleman’s Seduction – by Lauren Smith
Martin Banks wins a woman in a wager – the daughter of his most hated enemy, yet her spirit and passion remind him of how much he longs for love, in this Regency Christmas tale.Bastian’s Surrender – by Carole Mortimer
Abigail Brown's first meeting with Lord Bastian Forbes, the Earl of Shaftesbury, is to find him tied naked to a bed at the notorious Club Venus, where she now works. The following evening, she learns he is to be the gentleman who claims her virginity. But things are not always as they appear, and despite the unusual start to their acquaintance, Abigail quickly finds herself falling in love with the arrogant earl. However, once the earl learns of her true identity, she has every reason to believe he will never return her feelings.
My Lady of Misrule – by Amy Rose Bennett
When widowed countess Minerva, Lady Harlow, discovers a devastating secret about her late husband just before Christmas, she turns to trusted friend Sir Tristan King for support. However, when a long-denied desire flares to life—and Minerva and Tristan agree to a Twelfth Night tryst—Tristan worries a secret of his own will ruin a treasured friendship. But then again, perhaps this shared night of wicked, unbridled passion will spark an everlasting love...
A Wicked Christmas Wish – by Em Brown
In this wickedly hot Regency, a husband betrayed ventures into the realm of domination and submission to claim his estranged wife. But will his intentions to satiate his burning desires backfire and ruin Christmas?
A Bluestocking for Christmas – by Viola Morne
Addy Blye is pretty, clever, and poor. When her ailing father can’t undertake his newest contract, Addy decides to impersonate him. Arriving in Cornwall, she meets the Duke of Trelawney, who is furious at her deception. Handsome and powerful, he stirs Addy’s darkest desires, but can she trust the duke with her heart?
The Marriage Game – by Gracie Malling
In Victorian England, a Christmas parlour game goes awry when Anna, a virtuous young lady, finds herself upended over the lap of David, her best friend’s rakish older brother. Now, it’s Christmas two years later and David has returned home from the British Army determined to make Anna his bride. But can she trust that he’s serious, or is this just another of his games? Wicked Deeds on a Winter Night – by Stacy Reid
Primrose Markham and Captain Gabriel Northcote cannot deny the burning hunger between them. Will a wicked night of passion on a winter's night lead to the greatest love? Or only to betrayal?
The Night Before Scandal – by Scarlett Scott
When a handsome lord and an eccentric lady meet in the midst of a blizzard at a country house party, scandal is not far behind. What happens in a carriage does not always stay in a carriage, and Lord Harry and Lady Alexandra are forced to make a match to avoid ruination. Will they find true love together by Christmas day?
Master of the Moor – by Emmanuelle de Maupassant
After more than twenty years in exile, Lord Mallon returns to his native Dartmoor – a place vast and barren and mysterious – and there meets the charming Comtessa de Rosselline. Neither believe in love, but the attraction between them is immediate, and irresistible. Can they defy the ghosts of the past, allowing their tempestuous affair to become something more?

Excerpt from Yuletide Yielding by Ashe Barker
He paused, eyed her with a curious blend of exasperation and something else also. Something softer, warmer, more compassionate. “You did not hope to wed me yourself, did you? You must realise that is impossible.”
“I know that. I have never said—”
“But you have wanted it? Wished it could be so?”
“Perhaps,” she whispered. “But I am not a fool. I am a thrall. Vikings do not marry thralls.”
“They do, on occasion. But I am not merely a Viking. My brother is the jarl. I have responsibilities. Even so, I do not wish to hurt you, and I would prefer that you could be content with what we have.”
But even if you are not, it is happening anyway. The words lay unspoken between them.
His expression hardened. “I have said all I wish to on this matter. We will not speak of it further.”
“Very well.” Resigned to her situation since she could not alter it, and to her coming punishment, Lynet stared at her bare toes. “Do you want me to take off my clothes?” Apart from the blanket and Stian’s cloak, she wore only her thin, rough woollen night smock.
“I do. Then you may arrange yourself across my lap.” Stian started to unfasten the leather belt around his waist.
“You would beat me with your belt?” Lynet recoiled. “I had thought you meant just to spank me.”
“Disobedience alone would have merited a spanking. Your dishonesty requires something a little sterner by way of correction. So, you will undress then come here, Lynet, and accept your punishment.”
More about Ashe Barker
Ashe Barker wiles away her time in the wilds of Yorkshire, England, writing smutty books and drinking Earl Grey tea. She loves writing historical stories and has a particular passion for hot, sexy Vikings.
When not writing Ashe enjoys digital photography, reading erotic stories, pole dancing (though not especially well), and listening to Bon Jovi. Loud.

The Master by Ashe Barker and Katy Swann

This is my week for author collaborations. Today Ashe Barker and Katy Swann are here with their book, The Master.

Blurb

After her long-time taekwondo instructor passes away suddenly, Jodie Price is certain her dreams of Olympic glory have been dashed, and she is thrilled when bold, handsome coach Dylan Atkins offers his help. But Dylan’s training regimen will be more rigorous than anything Jodie has experienced before, and she quickly discovers that he is a firm believer in strict discipline.
When she is caught drinking in defiance of Dylan’s rules, Jodie soon finds herself sobbing and promising to do better as she is thoroughly paddled. Dylan’s stern correction arouses her deeply, however, and it isn’t long before he takes her in his arms and masters her completely. But though his skilled, dominant lovemaking leaves her utterly spent and satisfied, will Jodie trust him enough to tell him the truth when a powerful sponsor tries to use their romance to blackmail her?
Publisher’s Note: The Master includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

“It’s just you and me. And the business end of a paddle, obviously.”

Buy link: Amazon – free on Kindle Unlimited

Excerpt (ages 18+)
The deal settled, Dylan glanced about and spotted a vacant spanking bench a few yards away. He offered her his hand, and she took it.
“House safewords, okay?” He gestured to Jodie to assume the position on the bench.
“Red, yellow, green. Yes, that’s fine, Master Dylan. Do… do you want me to undress?”
Dylan seriously doubted that, once out of that dress, she’d be going back into it any time soon. “What do you have on under it?”
“Just a thong, Sir.”
“That’ll be fine.” He was already pushing the boundaries. He had no intention of touching her. A thong would preserve some sliver of modesty whilst offering no protection from his paddle.
He waited until she was draped across the top of the bench, then crouched to secure the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Given that she wanted this spanking, the restraints weren’t needed for practical purposes, but she’d mentioned she enjoyed being tied up, so why not?
“Comfortable?”
“Yes, Master Dylan. Thank you.”
He peeled back the scrap of red latex that purported to make up the skirt of her dress and rolled it up to her waist. The thong beneath was made of bright red satin and disappeared between the rounded cheeks of her delectable ass. He could just make out the darker patch between her thighs that betrayed her arousal.
Good. That makes two of us.
A selection of spanking implements was displayed on the wall behind the bench. Dylan already had a good idea what he intended to use but took his time over making his choice. His little newbie sub would benefit from the wait. Eventually, he lifted down a paddle made of polished wood. It was of medium weight and would deliver a resounding, heavy stroke, more of a thud than a slap really. It would make plenty of noise, and he knew that would add considerably to the experience for Jodie.
“This is going to smart, but you’ll be fine for practice on Monday. That’s almost three days away.”
“Th-thank you.” She clenched her buttocks in anticipation as he took up position behind her.
“Ten strokes. You can count them if you like.”
“Only ten?” She shifted on the bench. “I usually manage more than that.”
Was that a note of disappointment in her voice? Dylan grinned. She’ll learn.
“We’re dealing in quality here, not quantity. Ten will be ample, I assure you.”
“Oh, but—”
“Are you ready, Jodie?” He tapped her upturned buttock with the flat of the paddle.
“Yes, Sir. I’m ready. I… Oh!”
She let out a satisfying squeal when he dropped the first stroke across her right cheek. The outline of the paddle bloomed in bright red across her creamy skin.
Pretty as a picture, he thought.
“Are you counting, Jodie?”
“What? Oh, yes. One, Sir.” Her voice was considerably less even now, her breath coming in short, quick pants. Oh, yes, she would most certainly learn.
He shifted slightly and raised the paddle again.
Jodie yelped, shrieked, writhed in the restraints. This will be a memorable lesson, he reflected as she counted out the next three strokes, whimpering between each one.
He spread the spanks evenly across her buttocks. Each cheek now bloomed beautifully, her gorgeous globes clenching and quivering as he selected his spot for the next slap.
The sound made by the paddle was sublime. A swift whistle as it whooshed through the air, then a deep, resonating thud when it connected with her flesh. From her squeals and grunts it was obvious Jodie appreciated the finer qualities of the implement; in particular, its ability to deliver a serious and memorable lesson with little in the way of aftereffects.

About Ashe Barker
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

About Katy Swann
Katy lives in Kent, UK with her husband, three children and three cats. She writes erotic BDSM romance with a strong emphasis on Dominance and submission. Katy explores both the emotional and sexual elements of D/s, with Doms that are firm but caring and submissives that are strong and feisty. 
She loves the 4 C’s: cats, chocolate, champagne and coffee. When she’s not writing she spends her time as a glorified taxi driver for her children and even finds time now and then to indulge in her interests, which include Tai Chi, dance, music, aviation and reading. 

Rough Diamonds by Ashe Barker

Have you read Ashe Barker's hot novella Rough Diamonds? It sounds like a winner, but did she ever write one that wasn't?

Pleasure is good, but pain is even more exciting if properly applied.

Blurb:

What if someone handed you over a million dollars in uncut diamonds, and a note? For services rendered…

A random act of kindness years earlier gives rise to an astonishing chain of events. Johan Klaas holds the key to the mystery and he will help her – for a price. Can she trust him? Should she? And what has Christa ever done to deserve such a reward?

Swept from her modest flower shop in England, caught up in the opulent global diamond trade in Antwerp and introduced by her millionaire lover to a sensual world of pain and pleasure, Christa is determined to solve the riddle.

Please note: Rough Diamonds was previously released with a different cover. The story includes sexual scenes and BDSM, and is intended for audiences of 18 and over. It these elements offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy links: AmazonKoboBarnes&NobleiTunes

Excerpt:

Johan stood over her, his gaze intense as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. Christa watched, mesmerised by the sight of his sculpted chest. He might spend most of his time in the financial markets of the diamond trade, but Johan Klaas definitely engaged in more physical pursuits, too. His shoulders were wide, the muscles clearly defined, rippling beneath his skin as he moved. His chest sported a sprinkling of blond hair which thinned as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers, drawing Christa’s eye there. She expected his smart suit trousers to follow the shirt, but instead he just kicked off his shoes and peeled away his socks, then came to kneel on the bed between her widespread thighs.

He simply smiled at her, then shoved his hands under her bottom to raise her up from the bed. Then he blew on her clit. Christa shivered, though not with cold. She had never dreamed something so simple could be so erotic, so utterly exquisite.

“Johan, I… Oh! Oh…” She gave up the attempt at speech when he leaned in to draw the flat of his tongue over her wide-open entrance. He repeated the action, and she believed she might melt. He inserted the tip of his tongue inside her weeping pussy, and she lost it entirely. A kaleidoscope of wild colour exploded behind her closed eyelids. Her body convulsed, hips arching up to meet his teasing, torturing mouth as her first orgasm burst from deep in her core.

Christa was panting, amazed at what had just happened. So fast, so fucking overwhelming. She writhed against the restriction imposed by the crimson tie as he continued to tongue-fuck her pussy. She was no expert, not exactly a frequent flyer, but she had enough experience to know she could usually rely on a good ten minutes or so of determined effort from her partner before eliciting so much as a flicker of orgasmic interest. Johan had only to smile at her, tie her up and flick her clit with his tongue and she was lost.

Bring. It. On.

Christa relaxed, spreading her thighs wider, lifting her hips in urgent demand. She prised her eyelids open and lifted her head to peer down the length of her body. Johan caught her gaze, held it, the emerald of his eyes darkened by arousal. He was as turned on as she was. Well, almost.

He paused to smile at her. “Christa…?”

She managed a smile in return, then allowed her head to drop back against the pillow. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t ever stop.”

He returned to his determined, skilful work, tracing the outline of her pussy slowly, deliberately. Then he plunged his tongue inside once more as Christa clenched and bucked under him. He shifted his attention to her clit, taking the swollen nib between his lips and squeezing lightly. He slid two fingers inside her pussy, angling and curling to find that sweet spot where—

“Christ! Jesus, Mary and all the fucking saints…” Christa was almost sobbing with arousal as he brought her hurtling back to the brink of another climax. Johan played her like a musical instrument, teasing just the melody he desired from her body. She was there, hovering, ready to tumble over the edge again, when he stopped.

“Turn over.”

“What…?” Christa gave a swift head shake. “But…”

“There’s enough flexibility in your restraints. Roll over and kneel up on all fours. Now.”

His tone had altered, only very slightly, but enough. A thread of steel now wound around those curt syllables and Christa had no desire to test his resolve. He was in control, that much had been established when she allowed him to tie her to his bed. Now, she wanted to obey him.

An interview with Ashe Barker:

1. Who or what was the inspiration for Christa? Is she anything like you?

Well I’ve never entertained a desire to sell flowers, but the mystery at the heart of Rough Diamonds is based on my experience working in the care system in the UK some thirty years ago so I suppose Christa does draw on something of me.

2. So, tell us a bit more about Johan. He’s stern and sexy, and obviously successful in his career, but what else is there to know?

Well, I think you just about covered the basics there. Johan is driven and successful, but he is also honest in his dealings with a strong sense of duty, and of justice. He wants Christa from the beginning, but he’s willing to work for it and takes nothing for granted. He’s kind to her, and generous, and he shares her sense of adventure and curiosity about the origins of her surprise windfall.

3. Do you see writing as a career?

Yes. I try to be fairly ordered about it. I like to be at my desk (well, more accurately the kitchen table) laptop fired up and coffee to hand, by nine in the morning and I tend to write for most of the day then. There are also a lot of related tasks to keep on top of, mainly to do with promo or research, or keeping in touch with readers and other authors. It’s definitely a full-time job for me.

4. Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

I think it was always there, though I only started writing properly about five years ago. I have always tended to plot stories in my head though, often when sitting in traffic jams on my daily commute. I now work at home so all that time spent inhaling exhaust fumes is finally paying off.

5. If you were to write a book about yourself, what would you name it?

I think at some level or other they are all a little bit about me. I could never write a book about a heroine I didn’t actually like or identify with in some way. Maybe I’d call my autobiography Made a Difference, because I hope that would be true. Perhaps that should be on my gravestone rather than a book cover, come the day.

More about Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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Conquered by the Viking by Ashe Barker

Ashe Barker is back with a brand new book, Conquered by the Viking. You know what that means! A hot new story.

Blurb:

Eighteen-year-old orphan Merewyn has seen enough of Vikings to know she hates them, so she is furious when a band of shipwrecked Norsemen force their way into her home. Despite her best efforts to drive them away, their leader makes it clear they intend to stay for the winter. To her surprise, he also takes an interest in her well-being, and when Merewyn attempts to run off and fend for herself the battle-hardened warrior strips her bare for a painful, humiliating switching.

Despite his willingness to chastise her so shamefully, Merewyn cannot deny that these men are not the savage barbarians she expected, and she does not object when the huge, handsome brute who so recently punished her takes her in his arms and claims her hard and thoroughly. As the weeks pass, Merewyn's uninvited guest masters both her body and her heart ever more completely, but does he plan to truly make her his or will she be left behind when he sails home?

Publisher’s Note: Conquered by the Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

His voice had hardened, the shift almost imperceptible but enough to impel Merewyn to obedience. She tilted her head back for his ministrations, acutely conscious of the cooling air which now caressed her naked breasts. Her nipples swelled and hardened in the draught. Merewyn prayed that he might not notice, though she knew he would.

This Viking missed nothing.

He poured the clean water over her hair, lifting the long tresses to dunk them in the water before applying the soap. He massaged the lather into her scalp, his fingers working large, firm circles on her sensitised flesh. Despite the embarrassing state of her nipples, not to mention the peculiar clenching at her core which she was quite unable to control, Merewyn was mortified when she let out an involuntary moan.

"I am sorry, I did not mean--"

"It is not a problem. Please, relax, make such sounds as you wish."

"I would not wish you to think that I... I..."

"That you are enjoying this?"

"Yes."

"I know that you are, but we need not dwell upon that fact if you prefer not to."

"Thank you," she whispered.

"And this? Do you like this also?" He shifted his fingers to the nape of her neck just as he had done before, and proceeded to caress the delicate skin there.

Merewyn opted not to respond, though her nipples tightened even more and heat furled at her core.

She should have protested when his fingers once again crept over her shoulders, kneading and squeezing until she believed she might expire with the sheer pleasure of it. Her muscles stretched and loosened, the stress of recent days falling away. There was something almost magical in his touch, a knowing, practised ease. He seemed to understand her body's needs better than she did.

Merewyn lay still as he continued his exploration, his clever fingers moving lower, across her chest to find her puckered nipples.

She gasped, tried to find the words to beg him to stop but this time they would not come. He rolled the pebbled nubs between his fingers and thumbs, his touch gentle but firming as she writhed in the water. He squeezed, almost to the point of pain, then relaxed his grip and circled the sensitive peaks with his fingertips.

"Does this feel good, little Celt?"

Merewyn closed her eyes, and nodded. Heat furled within her belly, spreading and blooming. She ached, deep down, between her thighs in that secret place which only she knew of. She fought the urge to reach down, as she did occasionally in the warm privacy of her bed, to seek out that exact spot where pleasure was to be found.

It was as though he was somehow privy to her most secret thoughts, her most intimate yearnings. His right hand ceased to tease and tantalise her nipple and instead he reached down into the water, between her legs to find that precise place. He was unerring, it was as though he knew exactly what would arouse her and drive her wild with desire. His fingers parted her folds and settled on the small nub which lay concealed there.

He rubbed. He flicked it with his finger tip. He slid his digits on either side and traced the outline, then he explored lower, found the entrance to her body and dipped the tip of one finger inside.

Never, when she had touched herself, had she felt like this. Not even remotely. Utterly wanton in her response, Merewyn bucked in his embrace. She lifted her arm from the water to drape it back and around his neck as though to anchor herself. He murmured something in her ear, incomprehensible words in his native tongue. She did not understand but her arousal built and bloomed anyway. It was as though her body were no longer her own but his to control. He stroked her again, caressed that sensitive bundle of nerves until she could bear it no more.

"Please..." her voice was ragged, her breath shallow. "Please do not..."

"Do you wish me to stop, little Celt?"

Yes.  No. She could find no words, so merely hung on as her inner muscles contracted and clenched.

Mathios placed his thumb over her pleasure bud at the same time as he plunged his fingers into her cunny. It was too much. Her senses were totally overwhelmed, her body weightless, floating as white light exploded behind her eyes. She shook with the power of her body's response. Wave after wave of carnal pleasure washed though her, starting at her core where his fingers still worked their sorcery and flowing right out to the ends of her fingers and toes.

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 around seventy 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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