Her Barbarian Master by Maggie Carpenter

The lovely Maggie Carpenter is her today with her book, Her Barbarian Master.

Blurb:

Serenity has just crossed a line. In an attempt to defend her best friend, the free-spirited, flaxen-haired young woman has challenged the leader of the Bathus, a clan of barbarians that live in a castle ruin above her tiny village.

The leader's son, Killian, decides to chastise her with a sound spanking, and throwing her over his shoulder he carries her away to be punished. Serenity, however, is made of tough stuff. Even with a stinging backside she is unafraid, and yelling her fury she storms off, leaving him stunned and in disbelief.

But when the anger fades, she can't stop thinking about him.

A short time later a rival clan attacks and they are thrown together. Their smoldering chemistry flames, but in the heat of their blazing passion they uncover a diabolical plot that threatens their lives, and the future of the entire clan.

Disclaimer: Her Barbarian Master contains spankings and other sexual activities. These are fantasies only, intended for adults. Strong stuff but worth it. If such subjects offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Serenity had been so focused on keeping her eyes to the ground and choosing her words carefully, she had neither seen nor heard the younger barbarian’s approach. She looked up, and what she saw made her catch her breath. He resembled his father, but his heavy features were handsome, not ghoulish.

“Killian. I didn’t know you were here. This girl over my lap was attempting to steal,” Bastian declared. “A bare-bottom spanking is the least she deserves. I should take a leather strap to her backside.”

“Forgive me father, but I couldn’t help but overhear the girl’s plight. If we were starving, I would enter a forbidden garden to find food.”

“Are you saying she shouldn’t be punished?”

“No, she should. Everyone knows the rules, and this other village girl must be punished as well,” he added, gesturing towards Serenity. “She tried to interfere, and she was disrespectful. I heard everything. I was over there by the plum tree, but I don’t think it right we bare them. It’s their first mistake. If they try it again, then, yes, we should.”

Serenity bristled. The young barbarian had just admitted he would have stolen for his family, yet he was still insisting that Layla be spanked, and she should be too. Suddenly Bastian’s wise words about balance and harmony no longer mattered.

“That’s not fair, not fair at all,” she exclaimed. “You don’t know what it’s like to suffer through a blight of pests. For some reason your plants don’t fall victim to such things, and you have more than enough, and you’re big and strong and you can hunt. We can’t, and for you to be so nasty and pass such harsh judgement on us is wrong.”

The words had tumbled out of her without pause or thought, and as her eyes blazed up at him, then fell back on Bastian, she realized she’d just sealed her fate.

“With your permission, father, I shall spank her. She is rude, and she doesn’t know her place.”

“I agree,” Bastian said solemnly, nodding his head. “She must be taught a lesson.”

“NO! I won’t let you!”

Lunging forward Serenity grabbed Layla’s wrist, yanking her off Bastian’s lap. It happened so quickly, and was so unexpected, it caught Bastian completely off guard. By the time he reacted and tried to catch her, they were both sprinting across the grounds towards the gate, but Serenity realized squeezing through the iron bars would slow them down, and might result in their capture.

“No, not the gate,” she panted, “we have to climb trees and jump over the wall. Let’s split apart.”

“You’re right,” Layla breathlessly replied. “I’ll take the apple tree, you take the orange.”

Serenity darted to the left, but as she did the muscles in her right leg fiercely protested. Ignoring the sharp pain, she tried to run faster, but she could feel her leg refusing her desperate request. Layla, taller and more athletic, had sprinted ahead and was almost at the apple tree. Serenity could hear heavy footsteps behind her, but her leg was badly cramping. Layla was now scampering up the trunk, and determined to beat her pursuer, Serenity pushed through the acute shard of pain, but she was suddenly being lifted off her feet. She let out a wail, then realized it wasn’t Bastian who had her, but Bastian’s brawny son.

“PUT ME DOWN. PUT ME DOWN!”

With deft ease he threw her over his shoulder, then landed a swift stinging slap.

“Be quiet. I will be harder on you if you keep up that racket.”

“YOU’RE A BEAST AND A BRUTE,” she howled, paying no heed to his warning and beating her fists into his back.

She had meant every word, but she was also attempting to distract him. As he had lifted her, she had spied Layla throwing apples across the wall before climbing along the branch and dropping out of sight. A second hot smack hit her backside, and with Layla safely gone, all thought switched to her perilous plight.

“Spank her in the hall.”

Serenity couldn’t see Bastian, but his thick, gravelly voice was unmistakable.

“I would rather have privacy. I’ll take her to my rooms.”

 “Very well, but don’t keep her too long. I don’t want her family coming up here looking for her. I’ve had enough of the villagers for one day.”

“Don’t you dare take me anywhere,” Serenity shouted. “I demand you put me down!”

“I won’t father,” Killian replied, completely ignoring Serenity’s outburst. “Just long enough to do what must be done.”

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More about Maggie Carpenter:

Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.

Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who bring

unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.

Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.

This author loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website: www.MaggieCarpenter.com. To sample her work for free, go to, www.3FreeBooks.com.

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Her Dark Viking by Ashe Baker

Turn up the air conditioning, Ashe Barker has a new book out. Her Dark Viking is another installment in this historical series.

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

Blurb:

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

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

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

Buy Link: Amazon

Excerpt:

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

"Lie across my lap and lift up your sark."

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

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

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

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

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

"Mairead, do not keep me waiting."

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

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

"I am afraid someone will hear, or come in."

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

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

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

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

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

"I disobeyed you."

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

"I will, Jarl. Next time."

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

"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, I am ready."

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

"You like that?"

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

"Will you spread your legs for me?"

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

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

"No, it was ... more pleasant than I remembered."

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

"Answer me. Is this nice."

"Mmmmm."

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

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

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

"That too, Jarl. It feels so good..."

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

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

"Can I trust you to tell me if I hurt you?"

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

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

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

"Tell me, Mairead. Is this painful?"

"No. No, it is ... wonderful. Please do not stop."

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

More about Ashe Barker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Miriam's Rebirth by Pippa Greathouse

The latest book in the Strasburg Chronicles by Pippa Greathouse is now live on Amazon. If you haven't caught the series so far, you may want to know that it's possible to read Miriam’s Rebirth as a standalone book. But beware - these heartwarming romances can be addictive!  

She needed someone to care for her: He wanted to be that someone. But would she allow it?

Blurb:

It was February of 1865. The Civil War had gone on for five years now. Flaxen-haired, blue-eyed Miriam Hanner Clarke was widowed at age twenty-eight, when her husband, Burton died in battle. Since then, she has filled her days of dealing with his loss by working in the dormitory, which had been turned into a hospital. No longer the quiet, shy, stuttering girl she had been when she arrived, Miri had blossomed into a competent young woman who was determined to ease suffering, any way she could.

But she was certainly unprepared for the challenge of caring for Captain Nate Alley, the victim of a gunshot wound, now under her care.

Captain Alley had no patience for being injured. He was accustomed to being in charge and having others submit to his leadership. When challenged by this tiny, independent and stubborn young woman, who was half his size, his first instinct was to put her over his knee. Growing stronger each day, he was determined that she would submit; she was just as determined not to.

Who was going to win this battle?

Publisher's Note: Miriam’s Rebirth is a sweet love story that includes the spanking of adult women. If this is not to your liking, please do not purchase the book.

Buy links:

Amazon │ Blushing Books

Excerpt:

“I am not always the most patient man. Sometimes I speak before considering my words carefully enough. You have seen that already. But I am quick to apologize, when I know I am wrong. And I do try my best to look out for those who are my responsibility.”   He stopped, and rolled his eyes. “And I am doing a wretched job of trying to say this.” He lifted her chin, his eyes narrowed down at her. “Listen carefully, Miri.”

She kept her gaze upward, waiting.

“I told you this morning, that if you had any problems, you were to come to me. Do you understand what I meant by that?”

Miri shook her head from side to side, slowly.

“Well, damnation,” he said, frustrated. “I am totally inadequate at this. I think Dr. Foster must have removed part of my brain.”

A laugh bubbled out from her.

“And another thing you should know. I spank little girls who laugh at me.” 

More about the author:

Pippa Greathouse has been writing since the fifth grade, after each student was given an assignment to read aloud a story to the class of her their writing.  One horrified teacher later and a class of students who thought the horror story was “cool,” and she was hooked.

Since then, the writing has continued.   She now is an author for Blushing Books, and still loves what she does. Her favorite genre is historical fiction romances, where men are “strong, Alpha men” and their feisty ladies who are in need of the discipline they are sure to provide. And historical fiction is perfect for that!

She has two supportive and fantastic children, and is married to the love of her life, who is her very own “Alpha hero” and her biggest fan.

Connect with Pippa Greathouse: may be found at:

Website: http://www.pippagreathouse.com/

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/PippaG6

Don’t miss these other exciting titles from Pippa Greathouse and Blushing Books:

The Strasburg Chronicles,

Angelica’s Rescuer: Book one

Merrie’s Hero: Book two

Cinderella’s Lawman: Book three

The Return of Lucy Grace: Book four

Macie’s War: Book five

Her Rogue Viking by Ashe Barker

Ashe Barker has always been fascinated by Vikings and she’s transformed that love into a hot new book Her Rogue Viking. Strong, sexy warriors, ruthless, dominant and determined – what’s not to like? It was only a matter of time before she wove a story around these fierce raiders who rampaged through Scotland and England for over three centuries, eventually settling and leaving their indelible mark on British history.

A Viking raid was a ferocious affair. They relied on what would nowadays probably be termed ‘shock and awe’ swooping in from the sea on their fast dragon ships to attack with vicious and deadly effect. The Nordic raiders would be gone almost as swiftly as they arrived, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The local people would hardly know what hit them.

She admits that she’s employed a certain amount of poetic license, but was determined to recreate the Viking era to the best ofher ability – their homes, their clothing, what they ate, how they lived. She hopes readers will be as entranced as she is by these creative and charismatic raiders, and perhaps forgive them their more outrageous little foibles.

Abducted. Humbled. Claimed

Blurb

Though Fiona puts up a brave fight when her village is raided by Vikings, she ends up being carried off over the broad shoulders of Ulfric Freysson, the leader of the Norsemen. The stern, ruggedly handsome warrior quickly makes it clear that she belongs to him now, and her best efforts to escape merely earn Fiona a painful, humiliating switching on her bare bottom.

Her captor’s bold dominance sets Fiona’s passion ablaze, and when he brings her to his bed she cannot help begging for him to claim her completely. As Ulfric begins training her to please him in any way he demands, Fiona finds herself falling in love with her new master, but she soon realizes that there are those among his people who still see her as an enemy. When her life is threatened by a member of his own family, will he stand ready to protect her no matter the cost?

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

Buy Link: Amazon 

Excerpt:

Ulfric carried her to the fallen tree and set her down beside it, taking care to allow her to lower her good leg first. Then, still ensuring that her weight remained on her uninjured foot, Ulfric helped Fiona to turn and face the trunk, then eased her torso forward until she was balanced across it. The furs and blanket provided a soft cushion. Fiona could find no reason to complain that her comfort was not considered as Ulfric patted her soon-to-be-punished bottom.

“I will lift you a little higher, to ensure that your feet are off the ground and taking no weight, and to offer me a better target, naturally.” He did not wait for any further comment from Fiona. In moments she was dangling over the tree trunk, her feet inches from the bare earth and her head and shoulders balancing her weight on the other side. The grass and a light dusting of fallen leaves were just inches from her nose but she could just make out their shapes in the gathering gloom as she quivered in this unfamiliar and vulnerable position.

Her father had been no disciplinarian. In all her nineteen summers no one had ever so much as slapped her wrist, let alone bent her over a fallen tree for a public switching. Fiona wondered if it was possible to die of humiliation.

She managed not to whimper as her skirts were raised above her waist, then tucked under the woven braid that served as a belt. Fiona was acutely aware of the half dozen or so Viking warriors who had gathered to observe the proceedings. They were all now afforded a fine view of her upturned, naked buttocks. She was glad she could not decipher the exact meaning of their calls and remarks, though the general gist was plain enough.

The jocularity ceased abruptly at a word from Ulfric. The men remained in place, watching, but they no longer offered their lewd observations.

Fiona was accustomed to harsh winters, but the bitter chill of this Nordic early evening was equal to anything she could recall in her own country. She shivered as the icy breeze caressed her bare backside and could not help clenching as Ulfric bent to select the first switch.

“Fear not, little wench. You shall soon be feeling a good deal warmer.” He swung the switch in an experimental arc, slow at first, then fast enough to produce an ominous whistle. Fiona shrieked.

Ulfric chuckled and moved in close. He laid the palm of his free hand on her bottom, the caress almost affectionate. “Try not to clench, though I realise it is difficult. Are you ready?”

There was nothing to be gained by delaying matters. Fiona nodded, then clenched her bound hands into fists as she tensed for the first stroke.

“Aagh!” She let out a shrill scream as fire exploded across her right buttock. Her entire body jerked with the force of the blow, though she had been expecting it. This hurt though, more than she had ever imagined.

“One,” Ulfric intoned. “Be still, Celt. Settle down and we shall continue.”

Somehow, through the haze of pain, she heard his words and managed to obey. Moments later fire snaked across her left cheek.

“Ooh!” Sweet Jesus, can I bear this?

“Two. Now relax, you do not wish to drag this out, I am sure.”

He was right, she did not. Fiona willed her tense muscles to soften and drew in a shuddering breath.

“Three. Four.”

She was managing the pain just slightly better now, no longer so shocked by the intensity of sensation. She managed not to cry out, and needed no further reminders to keep her buttocks soft.

“That is good. Five. Six. Seven.”

Fiona writhed against the blanket. Despite her determination to bear this ordeal with fortitude she was unable to remain still, nor could she contain her tears that flowed unchecked across her face.

Ulfric paused to once again lay his palm over her throbbing backside. Her bottom was on fire and she flinched under his touch though he was not rough with her.

“You are doing well. Just three more to go. Shall I continue, Fiona?”

No! Enough! “Yes. Please, just finish this and let me get up.”

Author Interview

1. Please tell us a bit more about Ulfric. He’s a stern and sexy Viking chief, with a twitchy palm, but what else is there to know?

Well, I think you just about covered the basics there. Ulfric has a strong sense of family loyalty but that is tested sorely in this book. He has a difficult choice to make, but he is a man who doesn’t shirk his duty and ultimately he will do what he thinks is right for those he loves – whether they like it or not.

2. How many books have you written? Are they all historical or spanking fiction?

I have over forty titles out now, and they are all erotic stories. About a dozen of them are historical novels. Some have more of a BDSM vibe going on and some are spanking/domestic discipline. At first I wrote just contemporary stories, then I started adding a few historicals and sci-fis. I love the variety.

3. Why do you enjoy writing historical fiction?

History was my favourite lesson at school, though some periods are more fascinating to me than others. I always preferred the medieval or even earlier times, though the Victorians were an interesting bunch too. But the Viking era is my current favourite and Her Rogue Viking is the first in a series the three linked novels set among these Nordic warriors and the sassy Celts who bring them to their knees.

In many ways life was simpler in the past, if a lot more brutal, and of course some of the moral issues we would have to deal with in a contemporary setting don’t apply. Inequality was the norm. Women were expected to obey – or else. A spanking author can have a field day.

4. 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. Or a hero I couldn’t relate to and wouldn’t want to meet. 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 best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

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

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

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

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

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

Connect with Ashe Barker on social media:

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Or you can email her direct on ashe.barker1@gmail.com

The Laird and the Sassenach

Ashe Barker is here today with her wonderful novel The Laird and the Sassenach. This is a story of a man with justice to mete out, and a dilemma to face. Sometimes the truth seems to stare us in the face, at other times it may be not so clear where the blame lies. In the middle ages, of course, matters of crime and punishment, guilt or innocence were simple enough. The social hierarchies of the time placed authority and power in few hands and there were no qualifications required which entitled the privileged to rule. They were just handed the job and the common folk had to hope their leaders would turn out to be wise and fair. Sometimes they got lucky, and The Laird and the Sassenach is a story of one such instance.

Side note: Sassenach is a Scottish Gaelic term that literally means Saxon but more broadly refers to non-Gaelic speaking Brits.

A highland warrior with a score to settle

Blurb

After her half-brother attacks the kinsmen of Blair McGregor, Lady Roselyn of Etal is brought before the stern highland laird to answer for her reluctant, unwitting role in the crime. Once she has told her story, she throws herself at his mercy.

Blair soon realizes that Roselyn is as much a victim of her half-brother as anyone, but his people’s demands for justice cannot be ignored entirely, so he strips the young Englishwoman bare and chastises her firmly with a switch applied to her naked backside.

The painful, humiliating punishment both assuages Roselyn’s guilt and leaves her yearning to be even more thoroughly mastered by the handsome laird. Though Blair makes it clear that she is free to return home, she instead chooses to remain with the him in his castle… and in his bed. Their passion soon blossoms into romance, but can the highlander protect his beautiful Sassenach when the villain who caused them both so much pain tries to tear her away from him?

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

Buy Link Amazon

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Excerpt:

“I shall have to trouble you to remove your gown, Roselyn. And your shift. I require you naked to the waist.”

Her eyes darkened to a shade close to violet. “I cannot. You cannot ask that of me.”

“I am not asking. It is not a request, it is a command. You will remove your clothing, or I shall summon a couple of my guards and they will remove it for you.” He stood and reached for her thin shoulder. Apart from offering her his arm to lead her into the solar this was the first time he had touched her and he was oddly pleased that despite her predicament and obvious fear she did not shrink away from him. He squeezed gently. “I do not intend to harm you, Roselyn, and this will be easier for you if just the two of us are present. If you require assistance I shall be pleased to aid you.”

She turned her face in his direction. “You really believe there might still be bruises.”

“It is possible, aye. Shall we find out?” He deliberately gentled his tone, sensing that she was willing to do even this if it would help to bolster her case.

There was a brief pause. She chewed on her lower lip and twisted her fingers nervously. Moments passed, then she raised her face to grant him a tremulous smile. “Very well, my lord. Thank you.”

“Thank you?”

“For your offer of aid. I believe I shall require it for my hands are shaking.”

Fuck. He took no pleasure in that knowledge, though why he should care was beyond him. Blair turned her to face him and with a few deft movements untied the laces which held her kirtle closed at the neck. The garment was simple enough, and practical. He was glad of that as he separated the two halves and slid it off her shoulders and down her arms. Beneath she wore just a woollen leine, loose enough not to require any fastenings. The lower portion disappeared into the skirts of her kirtle, still held at the waist by her belt made of plaited leather. Blair loosened the belt to free the fabric beneath, then pulled the leine up out of the confines of her outer clothing. Despite her acquiescence Roselyn made a grab for the garment as he started to lift it higher.

Blair paused. “Roselyn?”

She released her grip on the soft wool and raised her arms obediently in order to allow him to draw it over her head. She was naked beneath.

She was his enemy, but that was no reason not to speak his mind. Blair made no pretence of not observing what was displayed before him.

“You are quite lovely, Lady Roselyn.”

She gulped and laid her hands over the plump mounds. “Please…” she whispered.

He leaned in to murmur in her ear. “Do not be afraid. I mean you no harm here. I will touch you now, and if I hurt you, you must say so. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Her lovely eyes were closed and she continued to worry her lower lip between her small white teeth. Despite his reassurances she was plainly terrified. The view was delightful but even so he opted to conclude their business as quickly as he might.

“Turn to the right, if you please, to better catch the light from the window.” Not that he particularly required the benefit of improved illumination; the yellows and faint purplish smudges on her skin were plain to see. Blair was familiar with injuries acquired in battle and in training. He had sustained enough himself and had no difficulty in recognising the remnants of a severe battering. Both sides of her slender torso were similarly marked from just below her arms almost to her waist. He could not accurately date the original attack, but saw no cause to dispute her account of it.

He stroked the contours of her ribs on her left side, careful to exert no pressure. Even so, she winced. “Does it still pain ye, lass?”

“Your hands are cold, my lord.”

Blair chuckled. “Ah, I apologise.” He stepped around to better examine the right side also. This time when he laid his fingers on her she remained still.

“Are there bruises, my lord?”

“Aye, there are.”

“Then this will prove my account? You believe me?”

“It helps, without doubt. ‘Tis a pity we have no witness to support your story, though I daresay I could dispatch men to Kelso to question the Reverend Mother.”

“You would do that?”

He was surprised to realise that he would. Indeed he would, for he found he badly wanted to prove the mitigating circumstances which might help excuse Lady Roselyn’s actions. He was not a fool, Blair knew his people well. He would have to present convincing evidence of coercion in order to satisfy the members of Clan McGregor who would demand retribution for the deaths of their kinsfolk. As matters stood they would expect him to hang the English wench and would consider that a merciful end. It might yet come to that, but despite his earlier intentions he now found he had no real stomach for heaping his vengeance upon this fragile wench.

More about Ashe Barker, in her own words:

I love to write historical stories. I am especially drawn to Highland fantasies, and why not? Who can resist the soaring Scottish scenery and sexy men in kilts. I find myself fascinated by that heady cocktail of honour and lawlessness, the atmospheric sensuality of the time and the way an all-powerful laird will reveal his soft centre just when it matters. But the Sassenach in the story also has her little quirks and faces some unique challenges. And look out for an unlikely star of the show. Freya the wolfhound has her part to play and I absolutely adored her.

I hope readers enjoy The Laird and the Sassenach as much as I loved writing it

Question and answer with Ashe Barker:

Tell us a bit more about Blair. He’s stern and sexy, with a twitchy palm, but what else is there to know?

Well, I think you just about covered the basics there. Blair has a strong sense of duty, and of justice. He knows that he has to satisfy the demands of the McGregor clan who expect to see justice done but he is unwilling to do so at the expense of an innocent woman. Blair is determined to know the truth and to apportion blame where it should lie, but he is also an implacable enemy. If he discovers that Roselyn is to blame he will not hesitate to make her answer for her crimes.

Why do you enjoy writing historical fiction?

History was my favourite lesson at school, though some periods are more fascinating to me than others. I always preferred the medieval or even earlier times, though the Victoriuans were an interesting bunch too. In many ways life was simpler in the past, if a lot more brutal, and of course some of the moral issues we would have to deal with in a contemporary setting don’t apply. Inequality was the norm. Women were expected to obey – or else. A spanking author can have a field day.

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

I think it was always there, though I only started writing properly about three 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.

If you had to describe yourself using three words, it would be…

Resilient. Creative. Calm.

What would you do if you were the last person on this earth?

Turn out the lights.

Connect with Ashe Barker on social media:

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Macie's War by Pippa Greathouse

Get ready to one-click: Pippa Greathouse’s latest book Macie’s War has just arrived on the shelves at Amazon. I’ve had a sneak peek at it and highly recommend it as perfect reading for a holiday weekend, or any time you want action-packed romance.

The Major and the spy. He was responsible for fighting for freedom. She was suspected of putting it at risk.

Blurb:

When Macie Welles followed her aunt’s wishes in intercepting a letter to General Howe, in January of 1778, she barely made it back alive. And she had no idea she would be captured by one of General Washington’s most fierce and trusted men, Captain and soon-to-be Major – Jake Wilde. When she was caught, a few days later, rummaging through the captain’s saddlebags, she had no idea her whole life was about to change.

Captain Wilde, forced to take her into his tent to strip her and search her, had no idea that, as he looked down into the pleading eyes of this dark eyed, golden haired, beautiful girl, she was about to steal his heart. Was she truly a spy? Could he possibly save her from the fate that awaited her now? Was it too late?

Publisher's Disclaimer: Macie’s War is a sweet love story, with elements of stern, domestic discipline. If this offends you, please do not purchase the book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

“What do you think I should do about that?”

She met his eyes, her own dark and wide. Her mouth trembled slightly. “I…do not know, sir.”

“Do you not, Macie? I believe you do know. Can I just let it go, in hopes that you will not swear again?”

“Yes?” her eyes met his, hopefully. “Please, sir? I shall be more careful, I promise.”

He shook his head, tilting her chin upward. “No, Macie Elizabeth. It would not be in your best interests for me to do that.”

She was trembling all over, now. “Please do not spank me, sir!”

“And if I let you get by with it this time, it will happen again. And again. I believe I know you well enough to depend on that.”  He turned her and began to pull her across his lap, guiding her face down. “I want you to think about this, Macie, as I punish you. I do not expect you to be completely still, but I do expect you to try. I am more concerned that you remember this, and learn from it. Do you understand?”

A sob escaped. “Yes sir.”  She gasped as he lifted her skirts up above her waist, and tugged at the ribbon that tied her pantaloons, and cried out as he lowered them.

More about the author:

Pippa Greathouse has been writing since the fifth grade, after each student was given an assignment to read aloud a story to the class of her their writing.  One horrified teacher later and a class of students who thought the horror story was “cool,” and she was hooked.

Since then, the writing has continued.   She now is an author for Blushing Books, and still loves what she does. Her favorite genre is historical fiction romances, where men are “strong, Alpha men” and their feisty ladies who are in need of the discipline they are sure to provide. And historical fiction is perfect for that!

She has two supportive and fantastic children, and is married to the love of her life, who is her very own “Alpha hero” and her biggest fan.

Visit Pippa’s website:

http://www.pippagreathouse.com/

Don’t miss these exciting titles from Pippa Greathouse and Blushing Books:

The Strasburg Chronicles,

Angelica’s Rescuer: Book One

Merrie’s Hero: Book Two

Cinderella’s Lawman: Book three

The Return of Lucy Grace Book Four

Coming soon:

Miriam’s Rebirth, Book five (May 11, 2017)

The Return of Lucy Grace by Pippa Greathouse

Update: Pippa Greathouse's latest book is out today – March 16 –The Return of Lucy Grace.

He had grown up; handsome; respectable; trustworthy. But had she grown up at all?

Blurb

Gracie Kennedy had come across “Billy the Bully” Becker the first time, in the woods, when she was seven. He had frightened her terribly that day but had ended up taking her home. To a little girl, lost in the woods, that was what made her believe in him.

Coming home, after years of being away at art school, she was determined to make a success of her life, despite the fact that Strasburg was still a small town. Small, it might have been; to Gracie, it was home.

Now called “William,” Billy was a deputy in the sheriff’s department, and he was given some of the most challenging cases to solve. He was grown, well respected and looked up to—by everyone but Gracie, that is. Yes, he had grown up; but he was not at all sure that Gracie had. She had come back full of disrespect and quite unladylike language, something he was not at all inclined to put up with. And Gracie was about to find that out.

Publishers Disclaimer: The Return of Lucy Grace contains stern discipline of a rebellious young lady. If this is not to your liking, please refrain from purchasing this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

It was then that she saw his badge. "You—Billy, you are on the Sheriff's Department?"

“That surprises you? And no one calls me Billy anymore. It is William, now. I grew up.” His eyes narrowed. “I am not sure, however, that you did.”

“How dare you insinuate that I—”

“Answer me, Lucy Grace.”

She tilted her chin up, defiantly. “Yes. It does surprise me.”

His answering expression showed amusement. “I see.”

“And I do not have to answer to you, Billy—William—Becker. Go to Hell.”

William’s brows rose. “Is that what they taught you when you went away to school? To swear?”

“So what if they did? I do not have to answer to you, or anyone else.”

“Oh, do you not?” He stared down into her face.

She remembered seeing him in the woods, when she was seven, and thinking how fierce he looked then.  He looked no less forbidding now. Her eyes widened.

“Watch your mouth, Gracie. I shall not tell you again. The next time I shall smack your bottom. And afterwards I may take you down to the stream to wash your mouth out with soap.”

She stared, and then looked away.

“I do not need you to tell me what to do, William Becker.” She said, irritated.

“Then control that mouth of yours, yourself, Lucy Grace. Or I shall do it for you.”

More about Pippa Greathouse:

Pippa Greathouse has been writing since the fifth grade, after each student was given an assignment to read aloud a story to the class of her their writing. One horrified teacher later and a class of students who thought the horror story was “cool,” and she was hooked.

She is married, and has two fantastic children, who have grown and left the nest.

Since then, the writing has continued. She now is an author for Blushing Books, and still loves what she does. Her favorite genre is writing historical fiction romances, where men are “strong, Alpha men” and their feisty ladies respond to that. And historical fiction is perfect for that! However, she also loves writing contemporary romantic fiction.

Connect with Pippa Greathouse:

Visit her website: www.pippagreathouse.com

Keep up with her new releases on Amazon: Pippa Greathouse

Follow her on Twitter: @PippaG6

Don’t miss these exciting titles by Pippa Greathouse and Blushing Books:

The Strasburg Chronicles,

Angelica’s Rescuer: Book One

Merrie’s Hero: Book Two

Cinderella’s Lawman: Book three

Coming soon:

Miriam’s Rebirth, Book five (May 11, 2017)

Macie’s War:  April 13, 2017

Cinderella's Lawman by Pippa Greathouse

Pippa Greathouse is back today with Cinderella’s Lawman book 3 in The Strasburg Chronicles. This book is selling fast and collecting great reviews. Here’s why:

He gave her an ultimatum: Be obedient or face the consequences.

Blurb Feisty little schoolteacher, Cinderella Barton, is quite tired of Deputy Henson Andrews telling her what to do. She came to Strasburg to take her first teaching position, and he begins lecturing her the first week, despite her efforts to ignore him. She moves from one boarding home to another, and at the end of the school year, she is forced to move into "Lady Angelica's Home Away from Home for Ladies," in the middle of the night for safety. Once there, she finally feels safe for the first time in months.

Henson becomes more and more determined that she will not ignore him any longer, especially when it comes to his efforts to keep her safe. It irritates him no end when she manages to put herself in harm's way. When she completely disregards his orders - with a bear in the area - and someone shoots at her through the window of the schoolroom after he ordered to stay away from it, his patience runs out. He finally decides to take her firmly in hand - and marry her - if he has to!

When one shooting becomes two and a kidnapping follows, Henson becomes even more determined to find out who was behind it. The main problem, however, is keeping his beautiful little wife obedient and safe. Keeping her safe - he is trying his best... but keeping her obedient? Henson begins to wonder just how many trips Cinderella will have to take across his knee before he will accomplish that task.

Publisher's Note: Cinderella’s Lawman contains mild sexual scenes and the discipline of an adult woman. Please do not purchase this book if this offends you.

Buy links:

Amazon │Blushing Books

Excerpt:

It had happened suddenly, and she gasped, beginning to fight, but was held fast, by his hand on her lower back.

“Henson! Release me—instantly—“

“Oh no, little missy. You have tried my patience all day long today, and I have had it with you. It is time that you learn I mean what I say. Do you understand me?”

He now was lifting her skirts and petticoats, and raising them upward

“Henson! Stop that—Henson, please!”

But in answer, he brought down a large hand, hard, on her bottom. Covered only with her pantaloons now, that had a split up the back, she squealed.

“Oh! Stop it!”

“I asked you a question, little missy. And I will keep this up until I get an answer.”

“Oh! No. Henson! Please—stop!” But his hand kept coming down. She was wiggling desperately, trying to move out of his grasp.

“Henson, I cannot handle this! Please!”

“I’m still waiting for my answer, Cinderella, and trust me, I can keep it up all day long.” His hand kept descending and she froze, over his lap.

“Cinderella?”

Still, she did not move.

“Talk to me, young lady.”

“Henson?”

“What?”

“I—I cannot remember the question…”  her voice was small now.

Five smacks later, he stared down at the wiggling little bottom that he held over his knee, finding himself terribly distracted. He wondered if he could remember it himself. 

More about the author:

Pippa Greathouse has been writing since the fifth grade, after each student was given an assignment to read aloud a story to the class of her their writing.  One horrified teacher later and a class of students who thought the horror story was “cool,” and she was hooked.

She is married, and has two fantastic children, who have grown and left the nest.

Since then, the writing has continued.   She now is an author for Blushing Books, and still loves what she does. Her favorite genre is writing historical fiction romances, where men are “strong, Alpha men” and their feisty ladies respond to that. And historical fiction is perfect for that! However, she also loves writing contemporary romantic fiction.

Visit her website: www.pippagreathouse.com

More exciting titles by Pippa Greathouse and Blushing Books:

The Strasburg Chronicles,

Angelica’s Rescuer (Book One)

Merrie’s Hero (Book Two)

Cinderella’s Lawman (Book Three)

Coming soon:

The Return of Lucy Grace: Book Four: March 16, 2017

Macie’s War:  April 13, 2017

Lord Thayer's Choice - Alyssa Bailey

Almost one year ago today, I did my first spotlight on another author. To round out the twelve months, that same author, Alyssa Bailey is back with her new book, Lord Thayer’s Choice.

Saddles and guns aren’t all they are selling in the shops today

Blurb:

He wanted a burst of sunshine in the morning, a sprite in the afternoon, a Lady in the evening, and a wanton at night, but the choices were slim. Were his desires unattainable?

Annalise Coton was to be sold to the highest bidder. She was eighteen, had met her usefulness as a nursemaid to her half-brother, and with no natural parent to protect her from the outcome, she was to go home with the man offering the best price by the close of business today, proposal of marriage optional.

But if the choice were hers, the attractive lord who entered the leather shop was one she would consider. He was obviously used to having his desires met, but there was a gentleness about him that belied the harder, angular exterior.  She imagined he would be a strict taskmaster, possibly a ruffian in the marriage bed, but a tender caretaker.

She felt the tingles in her lower regions, and her daydreaming began. If he would only pay her price.

Lord Stephen Thayer needed to find a wife, produce heirs, and meet his first son obligations. However, he had prerequisites that were making a choice difficult, and he would not lower his expectations or standards merely to obtain a bride.

Stephen wasn’t a snob, he had needs, and he wanted a woman who had the same desires as he did but how to find her was the issue. With the London season ended, Stephen prepares to return to his estate stopping to purchase some needed leather and possibly a new pistol. He finds that a new saddle and pistol is not all that is offered at the shops today.

Could the lovely blonde haired sprite with the biting tongue, innocent bravado, and enticing pout be the answer to his dilemma? Would she submit to him in every way to include his discipline?

The choice was his to make and hers to take.  

Disclaimer: Lord Thayer’s Choice contains the spanking of adult women, elements of age-play and sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy links:

Amazon │ Blushing Books

Excerpt:

He hardened his voice slightly as he had just done and watched her reaction. “Yes, it is time to go inside, my dear. Up you go.” He took a step towards her and watched her stand quickly in response but take a step back. “No, inside, you’ll catch your death.”

Her eyes flashed. “Well, I won’t. I’ve no reason to abide by your words.” Stephen stifled a smile once again. Yes, while her words were resistant, her tone was hesitant and yet petulant.

Her face was a bit pouty, and yet her stance was stubborn. Lovely.

“What is your name, young lady?” His pitch not changing from the reprimanding tone and he watched her response.

She hesitated for a moment and then answered. “Annalise Coton. If you intend on bringing my stepfather into the fray, you need not bother. He could not care less if I freeze but that he might get less for me.”

“That is a horrid thing to say.”

“Even if there is truth in it?” Her words were delivered quietly, and she shivered with the cold she was refusing to come in from.

He softened his manner and spoke gently. “Yes, little one. You need to learn to curb your tongue.”

“Or aim it better.” She mumbled the words but screeched her dismay at the solid swipe he made to her upper thighs with his walking stick. “I thought those were for show,” she cried out with both hands reaching for her bitten legs.

Even though she had on a cloak, it was too short and the dress too thin for the season. It was no protection from the cold or his cane. The swipe was intentionally hard, landing on her predominately unprotected limbs.

“And now you know they are not.”

Stephen watched her as she rubbed her stinging thighs. He was thinking things he knew he should not as he watched her massage the smarting bite he was sure the cane had left her.

However, his thoughts were of cuddling her after chastisement, and he did not have the right. Yet. He almost smothered the smile successfully but just a twinge touched his lips, and it was not missed by the sweet morsel in front of him.

She was a proud bit of fluff.

More about Alyssa Bailey:

International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the mountains, the mountains meet the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. People, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Her first memory of books was when her mother read to her as a small child. She began writing as soon as she could put letters together to form words. She was writing fanfiction before fanfiction was a ‘thing,' and won journalism awards and special recognition for her academic and fictional writing in high school and college.

Alyssa is a firm believer in all things spanking. She loves writing about domestic discipline and consensual power exchanges between strong, intelligent women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give her space, but Alpha enough to keep his woman safe, in spite of herself. 

If she can throw a little mystery, humor and suspense in her stories, she is content. Her characters predominately live in Regency England amongst lords and ladies, in the Contemporary Realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, All Things COWBOY. 

Connect with Alyssa Bailey online:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alyssabailey.romance

Twitter: @blushingalyssa

Blog/web page:  http://alyssabailey.com/

Email: alyssabaileyromance@gmail.com

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/Alyssa_Bailey

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/alyssa-bailey

Instagram:  @alyssabaileyromance

Amazon: Alyssa Bailey

Don’t miss these exciting titles by ALYSSA BAILEY and Blushing Books!

Cowboy Welcome

Taming Texanna

Lord Thayer’s Choice

Chase Abbey Series:

Lord Barrington’s Minx (book 1)

Becoming Lady Barrington (book 2)

Lady Caroline’s Defiance (book 3)

His Improper Lady (book 4) (coming 2017)

The O’Connor Series:

Liam & Jocelyn’s Story

Her Sweet Complication (Book 1)

Liam’s Lessons (Book 2)

Loving Liam (Book 3)

Ciarán and Katherine’s Story

His Gentle Persuasion (Book 1)

Rancher’s Creed (Book 2)

Katie Consents (Book 3)

Quinlan and Cheyenne’s Story

Quinlan’s Quest (Book 1)

Accepting His Way (Book 2)

A Balancing Act (Book 3)

Kelli and Parker’s Story (Coming in 2017)

Merrie's Hero by Pippa Greathouse

Today author Pippa Greathouse brings two excerpts from her historical romance Merrie’s Hero, (The Strasburg Chronicles, Book Two). Read on! You know you want to!

So he thought she needed a husband’s discipline? Fine. It only strengthened her resolve never to marry!

Blurb:

Merrie had adored Francis Adams since she was a child. But when she was thirteen, he had scolded her and smacked her bottom, for letting her puppy run out into the street and then running after it. She had decided then, she never wanted to see him again. Ever.

Now, six years later, coming home from school, she was shocked to find that he wished to see her again, even more shocked when he asked to marry her. But as drawn as she found herself to him, she did not like feeling his chastening hand on her bottom. Francis, on the other hand, seemed determined to use it; whenever and wherever he thought she needed it.

Merrie had hoped for a marriage in which someone loved her desperately. She knew that she felt that way; but did Francis? The words I love you seemed as if they were destined never to reach her ears.

Or were they?

Publisher's Disclaimer: Merrie’s Hero is a historical romance, containing sexual scenes between husband and wife and adult spanking.

Buy link: Amazon

Two excerpts:

She was moistening her dry lips, still unable to raise her eyes.

"Tell me, Merriweather—"

"Merrie."

"Merrie," he acknowledged. "Are you still upset with me for threatening you, six years ago?"

She gasped, unable to believe he had actually brought it up. Pulling free from his arms, she took a step back.

But Francis, seeing how close she was to one of the staff with a serving tray full of champagne goblets, reached for her. When she saw his extending hand, she quickly backed up another step.

That is when it happened.

Francis could not reach her quickly enough to prevent it. The servant, with his back turned, did not realize until it was too late that Merrie was right on top of him and turned just in time to have the whole tray of full goblets knocked completely out of his hands. As it went flying, the ballroom erupted in gasps. Merrie, seeing the chaos she had caused, cried out in embarrassment. Francis reached for her once again, but she evaded his grasp and disappeared into the crowd.

And ran.

***

His wife stood in the center of the room, holding the towel in one hand, a mirror in the other, facing him. Slowly, he moved toward her. His face broke out in a broad smile.

"Turn, my little miscreant," he ordered softly.

She obeyed silently. Her dark auburn curls ended a little less than halfway down her back; but her hair was still thick and full. There was another layer below her shoulders that curled gently. Soft bangs brushed across her forehead, and tendrils escaped at her temples. With ribbons woven through her hair, the effect was charming.

"Adorable," he said softly. "Liliana, you have done well."

"Do you really like it, sir?" Merrie grinned.

"I was forced to cut off almost a foot and a half, Sir Francis. We shall not have too many choices in the way I can style it for a while. But I am quite pleased with it."

"So, perhaps now, sir…" Merrie's dimples were showing. "You can relax."

His smile disappeared. "Relax?"

Merrie could not miss the look in his eyes as he stared down at her. Her eyes were large now; his voice fierce.

"Merriweather Lynne Adams. You. Little. Brat!" He was punctuating each word now, with narrowed eyes, as he approached her. "Relax, you say?"

His eyes caught Liliana's expression of uncertainty, and he turned to her. "Leave us, please, Liliana."

The maid hurriedly curtsied and left the room, and Francis closed the gap between them and pulled Merrie roughly to her feet. Just as roughly, he threw her over his shoulder. "I intend to have a…discussion with you, young lady," he said, his voice gruff.

Striding into the bedroom, he sent the door to, forcefully, with his heel.

More about Pippa Greathouse:

Pippa Greathouse has been writing since the fifth grade, after each student was given an assignment to read aloud a story to the class of her their writing.  One horrified teacher later and a class of students who thought the horror story was “cool,” and she was hooked.

She is married, and has two fantastic children, who have grown and left the nest.

Since then, the writing has continued.   She now is an author for Blushing Books, and still loves what she does. Her favorite genre is writing historical fiction romances, where men are “strong, Alpha men” and their feisty ladies respond to that. And historical fiction is perfect for that! However, she also loves writing contemporary romantic fiction.

Visit her website: www.pippagreathouse.com

Follow her on twitter: @PippaG6

Don’t miss these exciting titles by Pippa Greathouse and Blushing Books! 

The Strasburg Chronicles

Angelica’s Rescuer: Book One

Cinderella’s Lawman:  Book Three, March 8, 2017

Lucy Grace’s Return: Book Four: April 5, 2017

Macie’s War: Date soon to be announced.