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Stormy Night, 2017
Stormy Night, 2017
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Released 12 August 2017
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Historical erotic romance, Viking romance
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HEA ending
#eroticromance
#ashebarker #discipline #dominance #spanking #Vikingromance #Vikings
#historicalromance
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Taranc might lust after the Viking noblewoman, he was a male and
drew breath so how could he not? But he did not like her, and he had never yet
fucked a woman he disliked.
“You shall not raise your
hand to me again, lady, lest you wish to find yourself upended across my lap
and spanked. Do I make myself clear on this?"
"Allow me to be plain since I wish there to be no
misunderstanding between us. You are coming with me. You will be silent, and
you will be co-operative. If you cause me no problems we shall get along quite
well, but I will tolerate no disobedience from you. You have been warned.
Further attempts to thwart me will result in you being punished, and a decent
switching will be just the start of it. Do not test me on this, Brynhild. You will regret it."
"If you require a demonstration of my power over you I shall
be delighted to oblige you. A few strokes of my belt should do the job."
“You and I find ourselves
thrown together by circumstances. I do not know how long we shall be in one
another’s company, but I expect it to be a while. Your obedience and submission
are vital, to my safety, and did you but know it, to yours also. If you cross
me, I shall punish you, and then the matter will be closed. A spanking puts an
end to the matter.”
"I would wed you in a heartbeat, my lovely Viking, but I fear
we would spend the rest of our lives tearing each other apart.”
Blurb:
As the
sister of a powerful Viking chief, Brynhild Freysson is used to giving orders
and having them obeyed, which makes it all the more difficult to accept when
she suddenly finds herself at the mercy of a Celtic warrior intent on bringing
her back to his village whether she likes it or not.
Taranc
was a leader of his people before he was taken captive by Viking raiders, and
now that he is a free man once more he has no intention of allowing a
headstrong Norse woman to slow down his journey home with her stubborn
disobedience. When Brynhild refuses to do as she is told, he wastes no time in
baring her bottom for a thorough switching, and he makes it quite clear that
she can expect even more painful and humiliating punishments if she continues
to defy him.
Though
her hatred of the Celts runs deep, Taranc’s stern dominance awakens desires in
Brynhild that she thought she would never feel again, and when he takes her in
his arms and claims her properly it is more pleasurable than she would have
thought possible. But though her passion for him grows by the day, can she ever
truly love a man whose people are enemies of her own?
Publisher’s
Note: Her Celtic Captor is a
stand-alone sequel to Her Rogue Viking
and Her Dark Viking. It includes
spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy
this book
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Taranc bowed politely to Brynhild. "Lady, " he murmured
as be bent to wind Njal's line around his pole.
He expected Brynhild to stalk off after her nephew, but she did
not. Instead, she remained where she stood, her eyes narrowed in a malevolent
glare which remained fixed upon him as he busied himself clearing up his own
fishing rod. That task accomplished he attached each of the three landed fish
to hooks from Njal's bag in readiness to hang them from his own belt for the
journey back to the slave barn. All set to leave himself, he made to pass the
still fuming Norsewoman.
"You will excuse me," he murmured.
"Why?"
He glanced at her, surprised. "Because I am leaving."
"I mean, why are you spending time with my nephew. What do you
plan to do?"
"Plan? Nothing." Well,
nothing that concerns the boy, at least. "He is lonely, and curious.
There is no harm in him. And I mean him no ill."
"I do not believe you."
Taranc's slender patience frayed. "And I do not care what you
believe. Good night."
She moved fast, he would allow her that much. He barely even saw
the slender hand which snaked from within the confines of her cloak to land a
resounding slap across his cheek, and certainly he had no opportunity to dodge
that first blow. Not so the second. As she drew back her hand to strike him
again he grabbed her wrist and squeezed, only relaxing his grip marginally when
she let out a startled squeal.
"I shall let the first slap go, since you are a woman and no
doubt consider yourself provoked. But you shall not raise your hand to me
again, lady, lest you wish to find yourself upended across my lap and spanked.
Do I make myself clear on this?"
"How dare you? Let go of me! I shall—"
"Do I make myself clear?" His grip remained firm despite
her frantic tugging to be free.
At last, with no other choice if she was to be released, Brynhild
gave a sharp nod. "Very well, I shall not slap you."
"Excellent decision. And I shall not spank you. This time.
Instead…"
He bent his head, lowered his face to hers. Taranc took in the
startled expression, the widening of her kingfisher-blue eyes as his mouth
descended to brush across hers. Despite his words of just moments ago he was
without doubt inviting another slap and the Viking woman could hardly be blamed
for delivering it.
Her mouth was soft under his, her breath warm in the cool evening.
She parted her lips as though unable to prevent her artless response and his
tongue found the seam of her mouth. She opened fractionally more, and it was
enough. He slipped his tongue between her lips and caressed the inner surface
of her teeth with the tip.
Her hands were on his shoulders, and she clung to him, her fingers
curling into his rough tunic. The sane part of his mind expected a protest,
expected her to shive him away, to screech her outrage, to summon her guards
but the madness which drove him now ignored all of that.
What am I doing? I don’t even
like this haughty, cruel woman.
His cock disagreed. His rampant erection liked her perfectly well
and tented his pants in instant recognition of the Norsewoman’s ample charms.
He deepened the kiss, tunnelling his fingers through her blonde locks to hold her
head still. Brynhild let out a soft moan, followed by a gasp. Now, at last and
somewhat belatedly, she stiffened in his arms and sought to be free.
Fuck!
Taranc broke the kiss and released her, his own breath less than
steady. Brynhild backed away, her stunned expression one he found he did not
entirely care for.
“You… you should not have done that.”
Probably not.
“Why…? I do not understand…”
Neither did he.
“Go! Go Back to the slave barn. Now!”
A decent plan, at last.
Taranc stepped back to execute an exaggerated bow. "Sleep
well, Lady Brynhild."
More about Ashe Barker
USA Today best-selling author Ashe
Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other
genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good
excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.
Ashe tends to draw on her own
experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An
incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any
of these can spark a story idea.
Ashe lives in the North of England,
on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole
dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often
these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her
teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.
At the last count Ashe had over forty
titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and
several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the
changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes
explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex.
Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling
plots, so that’s what she writes too.
Ashe has a pile of story ideas still
to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments,
so you can expect to see a lot more from her.
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