Please give Ashe Barker a warm welcome today! She's here to tell us about her hot new release, The Highwayman's Lady. Be sure to check out her naughty excerpt and also enter the Rafflecopter contest below!
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Hi Sue, and thank you so much for inviting me back over to your blog to give a shout out about The Highwayman’s Lady.
I’m really excited about this story, Gray is a hero I’ve been fantasizing about for a while now, and it just reached the point where he had to emerge. He’s a thief and a rogue and no one at all could mistake him for a gentleman, but I hope readers – and Imogen - will love him as much as I do.
Here’s the blurb…
After the death of her mother, twenty-year-old Imogen Bennett faces the prospect of being coerced into marriage by a scheming relative, but fate intervenes when a masked highwayman accosts her on the road. Desperate to escape the unwanted wedding, Imogen pleads with the mysterious, handsome rogue to rescue her.
Alistair Graham – Gray - is a proud Scotsman who rebelled against British rule, and since the defeat of the highlanders at Culloden he has taken to robbing rich Englishmen travelling through Scottish lands. He is no gentleman, but he is certainly not a man who would ignore a young woman’s pleas for help, and he agrees to do what he can to assist the beautiful girl he has waylaid.
Imogen finds herself drawn to Gray, and though he warns her that he expects a woman’s complete obedience both in bed and out of it, she cannot resist offering her virgin body to him. He takes her hard and thoroughly, leaving her utterly spent yet still aching for more, and when her shock at her own wantonness leads her to speak disrespectfully to him he bares her bottom and punishes her soundly.
A highwayman is no suitable match for a lady, however, and Gray fears that her association with him can only put them both in danger, so he makes her promise that she’ll tell no one about what took place between them and then ensures that she is delivered safely to the home of her honourable cousin in Kirkleven. Yet despite her best efforts to put Gray out of her mind forever, in her heart Imogen knows she will always belong to the man who rescued her, mastered her, and made her his. But will her highwayman ever return to lay claim to his lady?
Publisher’s Note: The Highwayman’s Lady is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
And a nice smutty excerpt….
His hand connects with my quivering, stinging bottom again, but not in a slap. He caresses my scorched flesh, stroking me in large, circular movements. He is not gentle, not really, his touch is painful, as though he seeks to rub the agony deep into my body. But there is a tenderness in the gesture, a caring I had not expected.
Nor had I anticipated my response to it. He slips his fingers between the cheeks of my bottom and even though I am weeping, trembling, still shaken to my core at the punishment I have endured, I spread my thighs. I hear the wetness as he thrusts his fingers inside me again and cannot help but clench around him.
Lord preserve me, I want him again. If anything, my lust for him is stronger now than before, my desperation spiking to near fever pitch as he works his fingers inside my body.
“Imogen, if you still say no, I will stop.” His tone is soft again—gentle, warm, utterly seductive. I am baffled by his words.
“What? No, I don’t want…”
His fingers slow. He is stroking in and out of my drenched quim with aching tenderness, extending one finger to caress my sensitive nub with each pass. He hurt me but now he is pleasuring me. As long as he continues to evoke these intense sensations that threaten to sweep me away, I can accept all else from him.
“Imogen, shall I continue?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice a cracked mix of entreaty and defeat.
“I shall fuck you again.”
Oh, sweet Jesus, yes! “I know. Please, I need…” I squirm across his lap, thrusting my hips backwards against his hand. A thought occurs to me. “Sir, will it hurt this time?”
“No, love. Though if you should feel a need to scream I shall not stop you.”
He rolls from beneath me and arranges me on my stomach, bending each of my legs in turn to lift my bottom into the air. The coolness of the room is soothing, the air wafting across my naked and still flaming buttocks. He presses his palm into my flesh again and I flinch though I hold my position.
“You will be sore for a while, little one. Let us hope I do not have cause to chastise you again before we part on the morrow.”
“I am sorry. Truly, I did not mean—”
“I know you are sorry and it is done. We will not speak of it again. Is this nice?”
I moan as he uses his fingers to open my dripping entrance, tracing the shape of my quim before taking my swollen nub between his finger and thumb.
“Give me your hand, Imogen. Reach back, between your legs.”
I am bewildered but have learnt the folly of disobedience. I do as I am bid. Gray takes my hand in his and guides me to my own moist flesh. He replaces his fingers on my nubbin with my own.
“Rub just there, sweetheart. It will feel so good while I fuck you.”
I clench, outraged at the suggestion, yet drawn inexorably into his decadent web. This is all about pleasure, my pleasure and his. My actions are wanton, his demands positively indecent. I do it anyway. Proper behaviour is for somewhere else, another time. Here, now, I am a strumpet. And I am his.
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More about me:
I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.
I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
I live in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors. When not writing – which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.
I have around thirty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. I write M/f, M/M, and occasionally ring the changes with a little M/M/f. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too.
I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.
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