Vanessa Brooks

Thorolf by Vanessa Brooks

This week Vanessa Brooks has taken me to a marvelous, vibrant world, that of the Vikings. Her book, Thorolf, captured me from the opening pages. If you’re looking to be carried away by an absorbing story, look no further. Book 6 in the Viking Surrender series, Thorolf is sexy, suspenseful, and romantic.

Blurb:

Ailsa, a woman scarred by the brutality of men, knowing peace only in the depths of the forest. Thorolf, a cunning warrior, as fierce as the wolves Ailsa adores. Enemies bound by marriage their attraction undeniable. But can her Viking husband mend Ailsa’s wounded heart?
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.
Thorolf is number six of nine powerfully seductive romances in the Viking Surrender series.
Disclaimer: Thorolf is intended for adults only. Spankings and other sexual activities represented in the book are fantasies only, intended for adults only.

Buy link: Amazon

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Excerpt:

A cold wet nose pushed into [Ailsa’s] palm. She glanced down, and there was Shadow, the wolf she had befriended, materialising in his uncanny way to comfort her.
The wolf’s yellow gaze met Ailsa’s briefly then slid away. His size and strength were reassuring to her, his thick pelt warm beneath her palm. Shadow often sensed her mood, appearing silently at her side—especially when she hunted deep within the forest. The Vikings moved again, and Shadow gave a low, growl. Ailsa released a sighing breath.
A sudden shout was followed by loud cries from the village. Ailsa neared the forest’s edge, slipping between the trees while Shadow nervously hung back.
The Viking leader appeared to be holding Eithne tightly, which told Ailsa their intentions were hostile. Readying her bow, she watched closely, swearing to let her arrow fly if anything dangerous happened.
An ominous crack of twigs behind her broke the silence. Shadow’s snarl alerted her to danger. The hairs rose on the nape of her neck. Turning, she saw nothing—then, through the trees, a man emerged. He appeared as thick as a tree trunk and just as tall. Dia! A Viking!|
His muscular chest was wide and strong, while his gaze seemed strangely wolf-like, his amber eyes intently focused upon Ailsa. Taut as the string on her bow, Ailsa lowered her weapon—gradually, carefully.
Calmly raising his arm, he spoke, seemingly without threat, although Ailsa sensed his apprehension. The Viking stretched out his palm, indicating the wolf should stand down and, to Ailsa’s amazement, Shadow sat, his threatening growl diminishing to a mere rumble of discontent.
Ailsa trembled under the scrutiny of the invader, intimidated by his superior physique. Her cheeks heated. How did a man become so muscular?
The Norseman rose to his feet gracefully and, closing the distance between them, held out his hand. At first, she refused to touch him—to trust him. His kind meant only death for her people. Had she not lost her own father during a Viking raid? But there was something about him… Hesitant, Ailsa finally accepted his aid, reaching for his hand. He pulled her up, holding her against his chest. She stared at his bronzed body, hardened by labour and war. Surprisingly, he smelled good.

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More about Vanessa Brooks

International bestselling author, Vanessa Brooks, lives in the heart of Sussex. Her passion is history and when she is not writing steamy romances, peppered with strong, sexy heroes, she spends her time out and about with her husband, eating cream teas and exploring Britain's many castles and stately homes; absorbing the past and dreaming up her next romantic plot!

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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 Match Her Mate Her Master by Vanessa Brooks

Vanessa Brooks’s first book, which is also her latest book is coming out soon. I want to buy Her Match Her Mate Her Master just for the promise of that sexy title. The book has been re-edited and had some spice added to the exciting adventure that begins in America tsravels to England and returns to America.

She has met her match – in more ways than one!

Blurb:

A shrewd, rugged American travels the Atlantic Ocean to England he is to meet a beautiful spoiled aristocratic girl.

This epic tale begins in Georgian England then travels back across the wide Atlantic Ocean into the wilds of America.

A couple mismatched?

Yes.

Are they attracted to one another?

Oh yes.

An adventure that begins with a tempestuous honeymoon and ends with ship wreck. A Lady unsuited to the rigors of the wilderness is kidnapped by natives.

Does this story end well? Read it for yourself and find out!

But most of all buckle up and enjoy this rollercoaster of a read!

Disclaimer: Her Match Her Mate Her Master is 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 Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking or other sexual activity or the spanking of minors.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt: He admired her gorgeous hair, a pool of gleaming copper. Soft, silken, tendrils trailed like fire over the creamy mounds of her breasts, nipples taut, exposed to his carnal gaze. He ached with the need to mate her; she was irresistible, ravishing. Standing, he peeled off his clothes, turning to face her, his manhood pulsing stiffly from his groin.

“Look at me, wife,” he commanded. She gazed at him, never having seen a man naked before, she was fascinated; her eyes devoured the sight of his tumescent hardness that testified his desire for her. How proudly it jutted, long and thick. Were all men made so, she wondered. Her eyes travelled down his long powerful legs, covered in whorls of dark curling hair, the plain of his flat stomach, the wide, well-muscled chest, coated in the same dark hair. Her gaze took in his broad shoulders and strong biceps. Linnet’s gaze finally settled on John’s lean face.

Disconcertingly, he watched her beneath those hooded inscrutable grey eyes, his stare unwavering. As he moved purposefully towards the bed she shyly, nervously, shifted over to accommodate him. He gathered her into his embrace, kissing and caressing her. He began to stir her passion once more. His deft fingers worked their magic, her furrow quivering, slickly plump with desire. He slowly moved above her, this time she parted her legs unconsciously welcoming,   he guided himself to her waiting cleft.

With a thrust, he drove into her yielding channel, she lifted her hips, bucking, meeting thrust for thrust, needing him.

“Now,” he whispered hoarsely, “now... you see, you are mine.”

More about Vanessa Brooks:

International bestselling author Vanessa Brooks lives in Sussex England. She has a lifelong love of history, most especially English and American. She has written a couple of western tales, one notably for the Red Petticoat series which was such a huge success in America. Her Georgian series, Masterful Husbands, set in the 1700's has also proved highly successful both sides of the Atlantic.

Vanessa’s novels are generally historically based; she has a knack of bringing an authenticity to the era in which her novels are set. Vanessa carefully researches each time period and strives to ensure that any historical facts she uses are correct.

More importantly, she likes to write an entertaining book for her readers to enjoy. She includes passion, adventure, romance and domestic discipline, de rigueur within the eras of her popular novels.

Connect with Vanessa Brooks

https://twitter.com/@blushingvanessa

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/vanessanovels

Website: http://vanessanovels.weebly.com

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/450003.Vanessa_Brooks

Blushing Books: http://www.blushingbooks.com/vanessabrooks

Bookbub: https://partners.bookbub.com/my_books

Six Of The Best - an anthology

Get out the fire extinguishers! British authors Ashe Barker, Felicity Brandon, Vanessa Brooks, Jaye Peaches, Gracie Malling and Katie Douglas have joined forces to compile a sizzling new anthology. Assume the position and prepare for Six of the Best!

Blurb:

Six scorching from USA Today and number 1 bestselling British authors! This is the 100% British historical anthology you've been waiting for. So, grab a cup of tea and make sure the smelling salts are to hand, then settle in as our heroines re-write the rules and earn SIX OF THE BEST for their outrageous antics. This dance across history sweeps from the Restoration to Victorian times and will leave you panting almost as much as our naughty ladies.

Publisher's note: These stories in Six of the Best are hot. Hotter than an oven full of muffins in a well-known British cake show. Domestic discipline and other indoor sports feature heavily in them, so if that's not your cup of tea, this is probably not the set for you. Don't say we didn't warn you!

To be released 24th March, 2018 (available to pre-order from Amazon starting 10th March, 2018)

Buy link: Amazon – but get in fast! The special price of 99¢ ends on March 31st.

Excerpt from – The King’s Vice by the amazing Felicity Brandon

One stride and he is right against me, his breath hot over my face, laced with the expensive wine we consumed earlier in the evening. “Yes, Lady Jane,” he answers. “This is where you shall be bared and spanked.”

Bared? I know my eyes widen at the word. “I am to be bared, Your Majesty?” I say, forcing the words from my mouth in a rush of anxious excitement. “All of me?”

He breaks into a low laugh. “There is a choice,” he replies, pushing my shoulders gently downwards, so that my bottom falls to the soft bedding below me. Now he towers over me, and as I raise my head to see him, my eyes meet his groin. I still at the sudden proximity to the place I know conceals His Majesty’s passion, my gaze lingering longer than it has right to, before rising slowly to meet his delicious brown eyes. His grin widens, acknowledging the brazen nature of my thoughts, and unbelievably I blush again, grateful for the shadows which may just hide my shame.

“A choice, Your Majesty?” I manage, my chest rising and falling faster with each passing moment.

He lowers himself in front of me, so that our eyes are at the same level. “A choice,” he agrees, pressing himself forward over my body. I gasp as he shifts his weight, his dexterity taking me by surprise. The sudden appearance of his face forces me backwards, and I find myself pinioned beneath his body, my legs splayed awkwardly under the skirts of my gown.

“There is always a choice, Lady Jane,” he murmurs, the strands of his dark curls hanging about my face.

I bite my lip, confusion and arousal at my change of circumstances, combined with my restricting bodice making it hard to breath. “What is the choice, Your Majesty?” I gasp.

The smile on his face is sin itself, and in this moment, I know that I have walked straight into his trap, although whether I have done so willingly or not is not even clear to me. “You can either be upturned over my knee, your skirts hoisted high over your back so that your delicious bottom is exposed to my palm, or…” He pauses, angling the weight of his stare over my face.

My mind, filled with the image he has just painted of me, reels at the silence. Is he expecting me to reply? What is the etiquette for such moments?

His expression shifts into a low chuckle as he appraises whatever constitutes my expression at this moment, and fortunately he once again takes pity on me, his humble servant. “Or, you can be stripped entirely.”

This time I cannot conceal the audible gasp which escapes from my lips. “Entirely, Your Majesty?” I repeat, as though surely his words cannot be real. Although of course I know them to be true, having only just left four naked ladies in the prior room.

“Yes, dear Jane,” he muses from over me. “A lady can only truly be admired in her own, natural form.”

I contemplate him, this man—my monarch—who has captured me so easily into his delicious game. “No one has ever seen me bare, Your Majesty,” I whisper, the words an admission of my innocence—a fact I have already articulated.

He nods. “I know,” he replies. “And I assume that until this night no man has ever claimed your sweet mouth, spoken to you of such lewd subjects, or pinned you against his bed?”

His brow rises as he speaks, the small gesture releasing a flood of moisture from between my legs. I am not absolutely clear what it is about him which is so alluring, but he most certainly has it. Yes, he is the King, and yet it is so much more than that. He is the devil in disguise, a debauch and beguiling demon, sent forth to worship and corrupt me. The thought makes me smile, in spite of my shame on the subject.

“You’re correct, Your Majesty,” I say with a small nod. “You are the first, on all counts.”

Smiling at the acknowledgment, he lowers his face into mine. Those full lips graze my mouth, parting my lips in an instant as my eyes slip shut. I want him to kiss me, to claim me, to own me. I desire it in a way I have no right to do. I demand it.

The Smuggler's Bride by Vanessa Brooks

I’m starting 2018 with a spotlight on The Smuggler’s Bride, book four in the Masterful Husbands series. This series is a collection of Georgian romances from Vanessa Brooks. Once again, the naughty ladies of the spanked wives’ society manage to get themselves embroiled in yet another tangled mess.

At the end of this blog post there is an interview with the hot Jago Poldrunne – don’t miss it!

Even as she hated him, she craved his touch.

Blurb: Primrose Latimer has a fiancé to be proud of, a gentleman destined to become Lord Trewithe of Pencullen House in Cornwall, but a case of mistaken identity scuppers her chances of ever becoming his Lady wife. Her hopes and aspirations dashed, she is determined that the man who has ruined her, a Cornish smuggler, shall pay dearly for her losses.

However, fate and Jago Poldrunne have other plans for Primrose, as swirling sea mists and smugglers abound!

Disclaimer: If fast paced, romantic, humorous romps, featuring strong, handsome commanding gentlemen are not your thing – then please do not buy this seductive, 18th century romance!

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

They were ensconced together within his cabin. He in his captain’s chair with her tossed cosily across his lap, doing her utmost to avoid his correcting palm with absolutely no success. Strangely Jago could not remember the last time he’d enjoyed himself quite so much. She was a comely baggage, albeit one with a sharp tongue. Although she deigned to show no fear, he had to admire her courage in what must be a singularly frightening situation for her. He continued to raise his arm, bringing it down with strong emphasis, until she slumped dejectedly across his knee. Only then did he lower his hand to rest upon her rounded posterior. Gently he massaged her heated globes, she moaned, unconsciously shifting her hips upward to meet his soothing palm.

More about Vanessa Brooks:

International bestselling author Vanessa Brooks lives in Sussex England. She has a lifelong love of history, most especially English and American. She has written a couple of western tales, one notably for the Red Petticoat series which was such a huge success in America. Her Georgian series, Masterful Husbands, set in the 1700's also proved highly successful both sides of the Atlantic.

Vanessa’s novels are generally historically based; she has a knack of bringing an authenticity to the era in which her novels are set. Vanessa carefully researches each time period and strives to ensure that any historical facts she uses are correct.

More importantly, she likes writing entertaining books that her readers enjoy. She includes passion adventure, romance and domestic discipline, de rigueur within the eras of her popular novels.

Connect with Vanessa Brooks:

Amazon Author page: Vanessa Brooks

Twitter: @blushingvanessa

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/vanessanovels

Website: http://vanessanovels.weebly.com

Blushing Books: http://www.blushingbooks.com/vanessabrooks

An interview with Jago Poldrunne:

VB: “Hello you’re Jago Poldrunne aren’t you? It’s very nice to meet you.” Bloody hell, this man is gorgeous! Furiously fanning face!

JP: ‘An’ who might you be?’

VB: “Vanessa Brooks, It is very nice to meet you.”

JP: ‘What d’you want wench?’

VB: “I’d like to interview you. I would be very grateful if you could spare me the time to answer a few questions.”

JP: ‘Did Primrose put you up to this? Are you married to an Excise man? What exactly is it that you want to know?’

VB:“I have no connection with any Excise men neither does my husband I assure you and Primrose had nothing to do with this but I’m curious, what would you have done if she had been involved?”

JP: ‘Did no one tell you that curiosity killed the cat missy -Carry on with these personal questions and you might wish you hadn’t found out the answers, Mistress brooks.’

VB: “Um, okay, well would mind just telling me a little something about yourself please?”

JP: ‘I’m a Cornish man, born and bred and proud of it. My father t’were Squire of Poldrunne but he died a couple of years ago so now I am Squire. The people of Cornwall relied too heavily upon tin mining and for an age our children ate and had clothes upon their back. Then came cheaper tin imports from abroad and our mines began to close. This caused terrible hardship and starvation, no one seemed to care that the people of Cornwall were dying. Men turned back to the sea. Some returned to a life of fishing while others turned to smuggling but the important thing was our people lived and filled their bellies once again. O’course there was other means to feed a family. Evil men took to wrecking, luring ships onto the rocks in order to steal the cargo then sell it on.’

VB: “I take it that you don’t hold with wrecking?” 

JP: ‘No, I most certainly do not! My but you’re an impertinent wench! You are married you say, Mistress brooks?’

VB: “Yes...why?”

JP: ‘Tis clear to me that you need taking in hand, your husband needs to teach you some manners. I’ll speak with him; assure him that this should do the trick.’

VB “Err...I have just remembered that I have an errand to run I have to go. Thanks for taking the time to talk with me, goodbye Mr... I mean, Squire Poldrunne!”

JP: ‘Here wench give that to your husband, tell him ’tis a gift from me!’

VB “That’s terribly kind but no thanks I...”

JP: ‘Take it. Mayhap I should demonstrate its use?’

VB “Um, no need, thanks for the um, gift. I have to go, bye-ee!”

VB to herself: What exactly is my husband meant to do with a piece of old tar rope?