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Seducing His Sassenach

By Ashe Barker

He may be a ferocious warlord, but he needs her help if he is to succeed

Stormy Night, 2020
Historical erotic romance, Highland romance

Seducing His Sassenach is a stand-alone sequel to The Laird and the Sassenach and Sassenach Bride.

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Blurb

When a baby is stolen away from her mother by the English king’s men, nursemaid Jane Bartle offers her help to Robert McGregor and his band of Highlanders as they seek to rescue the child.

Publisher's Note: Seducing His Sassenach includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Seducing His Sassenach : Author Synopsis

When the baby she cares for is stolen by the king’s men, nursemaid Jane Bartle is determined to see the child restored to her grieving mother. She is not sure how she might achieve this, but help arrives in the form of a formidable northern lord, sent by baby Cecily’s new step-father to find out what happened to the child. Jane is able to lead Robert MacGregor to where Cecily is being held.

Robbie is glad of Jane’s assistance. Sher has saved him a great deal of trouble, but he never expected the feisty nurse to insist upon accompanying him and his band of Highlanders the length of England. Their journey is perilous, not least because the King’s armies are on the move, preparing to confront the Scots at Flodden.

As they face danger together, attraction flares between the high-born northern lord and the girl from the Plymouth slums. But once their shared mission is over, what will bind them together?

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Excerpt :

‘I dinna take orders from ye,’ indeed. That is what ye said, is it no’?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“Fair enough. We shall have tae set that little misunderstandin’ straight, then. Come here, lass.”

She frowned at him as he seated himself upon a tree stump. “What do you mean? What misunderstanding?”

“As long as ye are wi’ the pair of us, ye will take orders from me or from Archie, here. Ye will do as ye’re told, without argument. Ye did no’ seem tae realise that before, but I mean tae make sure there is no further doubt on the matter. So, the next time ye’re told tae stay wi’ the horses, ye will damned well do that an’ not go traipsin’ off through the fucking forest.”

She gulped. His expression was uncompromising and fierce. She did not care for it. Not one bit. Belatedly, she tried to placate the angry Scot. “I… I see. I did not realise you meant it so… literally. And, I did remember about the geese, so—”

“D’ye think the pair of us so dull-witted than we cannae spot a goose, even in the dark?”

“Well, no, but I simply thought—”

“Ye have done quite enough thinkin’ for one evenin. Now, I want my share of the food afore my companion guzzles the lot. I daresay ye do too. So, get over here and lie across my lap. Given our brief acquaintance I’ll no’ require ye tae raise your skirts on this occasion, though I shall no’ be so lenient should it become needful tae correct ye again.”

“Raise my…?” Jane gaped, open-mouthed.

“Be quick. A spanking never improves wi’ keepin’.”

“You… you mean to spank me?” She could barely force out the words. The very idea was… was… unthinkable.

“I do, aye. An’ it’s likely goin’ tae hurt so ye’d best put this in your mouth tae stifle the noise. We dinna want to rouse yonder cottage, do we?” He handed her a piece of cloth, rolled into a ball.

“You think to gag me as well?” She glared at the rag.

He nodded. “It seems best, aye.” He paused, then, “Wench, if I have tae come over there an’ get ye, I shall think again about liftin’ your skirts.”

“But, you have no right…”

“Do we have tae go through all o’ that again? I already explained, as long as ye travel wi’ Archie an’ me, ye shall obey us. If ye disobey, there will be consequences. This…” he gestured to his lap, “this is consequences.”

“Who do you think you are?” she blurted. “You have no right to…” She recognized the foolhardiness of such a remark when his features darkened but by then the damage was done.

“Ah, yes, you are quite right. I should have introduced myself properly afore now. I am Robert McGregor, heir to The McGregor, Laird of Skye and the Outer Hebrides.” He gestured toward his companion with his thumb. “An’ that there is Sir Archibald Montgomery. His family an’ mine are close friends, an’ Archie here is captain of my brother’s guards.”

“Your brother…?”

“Aye. My brother is the Earl of Etal and Lord of Mortain. He is now the husband of Lady Eleanor of Ashingburn, whose baby we are seekin’ tae restore to her.”

“Oh. I see.” She had assumed he was merely a man who had been paid to perform a task, not that he had some personal interest in this affair.

“I am glad that ye do. So, will ye submit tae the spankin’ ye have earned, or do I have tae make ye?”

She swung her gaze from one implacable face to the other and realised she had little choice. He meant what he said, she was sure of it. This Robert McGregor intended to spank her and there was not a thing she could do about it.

“You will leave my skirt down, sir?” she demanded, her chin tilted at a rebellious angle.

“Ye’re tryin’ my patience, lass,” came his answering growl. “Here, put the gag in your mouth.”

For want of a better plan, she did as she was told. She was surprised to find the cloth was actually clean, and did not taste foul, though she found the sensation in her mouth utterly horrible.

“Good. Now, ye can just lay yourself across my thighs.”

She moved to stand beside him, then lowered herself cautiously to her knees.

“Here.” He offered his hand, and she took it, then allowed him to tug her across his lap. “Ye need no’ worry about falling as I shall no’ let ye. Now, bite down on that rag an’ try tae be as quiet as possible.”

She could only manage a muffled snort, which she backed up with a half-hearted nod.

Sweet Jesus and all the saints, how did this happen?

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 spent caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.

At the last count Ashe had over sixty 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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