Revenge in the Highlands
by Brandy Golden
Eileen is driven by pain and betrayal,
can a loving hand heal her broken heart?
I'm so happy to welcome Brandy Golden to the Reading Room today. Reading her bio let me know I'm going to like her writing. We seem to have the same ideas about good stories. Read on to learn more about Revenge in the Highlands.
Morgan MacAlister and his wife, Kat, return to the Highlands to reclaim Morgan's heritage, only to find that the sister he left behind is waging a war of vengeance on their traitorous half-brother, Canton. Eileen is no longer the innocent young girl he remembers.
Gallagher Glencairn has returned with Morgan to reclaim his own inheritance and finds that the golden-haired lass with the beautiful haunted eyes now rules his clan. Gallagher is determined he'll take his clan back any way he can. He gives Eileen two choices: she can agree to wed him, or he will wage war against her and take his inheritance back.
Eileen is tough on the outside but harbors a terrible secret within – a secret of pain, betrayal, and a fierce desire for revenge.
Publisher's Note: This steamy historical romance, set in the Highlands, contains old-fashioned, loving discipline.
The publisher is Blushing Books
“I warned ye never to hit me again,” he snarled harshly, holding her easily. “Ye have brought this on yourself.” He quickly unbuttoned her riding skirts and slid them down with the thin pantaloons in one deft swipe. It was probably improper, but they were going to be married whether she liked it or not.
His heart jumped into his throat at the site of the pale globes he’d uncovered but he persevered in his task. His hand trembled slightly as it passed over the silky contours of those globes before lifting his right arm high in the air.
“Ye are not going to spank me like a child! I won’t allow it…” Her words were cut off as a hard slap exploded against her bare backside, sounding like a pistol shot in the enclosed garden walls. “Ye bastard,” she yelped as she tried to tuck her bottom in, expecting another one. It came, just as merciless as the first, and then another and another. “Let me up,” she demanded, the sharp chastisement resounding in her ears and searing into her unwilling flesh.
“And this is for calling me a bastard. I had a father, however, lacking he might have been.” Gallagher landed several more painful slaps on the wiggling cheeks he held over his lap and then hauled her upright, his mind’s eye memorizing the site of those milky buttocks with his red handprints. He was far from unaffected by the sight and a certain part of his anatomy was becoming painfully rigid.
Eileen scrambled away from him, her eyes spitting sparks of resentment and fury. “I’ll have your head for this,” she snapped hoarsely, holding tears at bay as she quickly adjusted her clothing. Her chest was heaving with the exertion of fighting and she shook her small fist impotently at him.
“I think not,” he replied, watching her very carefully. “And if ye hit me again, I’ll blister that pretty arse until ye can’t sit for a week. Is that clear?”
She glowered scornfully at him, refusing to answer and ignored the desire to clutch her bottom and rub the sting away. No one had ever dared to treat her in this humiliating fashion, not even Donald. Morg had spanked her once. She’d only been ten at the time and had deserved it for throwing rocks at him. That was a long time ago and she was not a child anymore. “I hate ye,” she hissed sullenly, her bottom lip trembling. “How dare ye treat me like a child?”
“You’ll find I dare quite a lot,” he replied mockingly. “Now are ye going to marry me or not?”
I’m a sweet romance writer with some hanky spanky play added in. I like to write about strong alpha males who don’t mind taking their ladies in hand when they need it and who want to share the special bond that spanking can bring between a couple. My stories are mostly basic simple discipline in a romantic setting with very protective men. Cowboys, pirates, business suits, you name it, they are all sexy when they are dominant and I love to write their stories. I’ve been writing on and off for around fifteen years now and I still love it. You can find me in middle america, cowboy and ranching country, with my husband and a wonderful family of children and grandchildren around me. I hope you enjoy my adventures as much as I enjoy creating them for you. Brandy
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