Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Ashe Barker - Her Celtic Masters


Her Celtic Masters



By Ashe Barker


I'm so happy to have Ashe Barker with me today. Now these are men she's talking about here!

#eroticromance #ashebarker #discipline #dominance #spanking #Vikingromance #Vikings #historicalromance


Two fierce Celtic Warriors with a thirst for vengeance, and the proud Viking lady with the strength to submit.

Blurb:

Left penniless and without a home by a sudden, tragic turn of events, twenty-year-old Kristin Lofnsdottir plans to start a new life as a seafaring trader. If she is going to have any chance at surviving, however, let alone succeeding, she'll need money and capable men to protect her. A partnership with a pair of Celts offers both, but Kristin quickly realizes that the arrangement will mean sharing much more than just her profits. The two stern, handsome brothers intend to make her theirs, demanding obedience, punishing defiance, and mastering her beautiful body together.

Though Nyle and Bowdyn have been given plenty of reason to hate Vikings over the years, conquering the feisty, headstrong Kristin proves even more satisfying than they had anticipated. As they claim her ever more thoroughly and shamefully, her need for them only grows more intense, but can they be firm enough to tame her recklessness before it puts them all in danger?

Publisher's Note: Her Celtic Masters is a stand-alone sequel to Conquered by the Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Author Synopsis:

Ripped from their home in a brutal Viking raid, their family murdered before their eyes, Nyle and Bowdyn, sons of Connell of Cynwrig have every reason to loathe their cruel captors. Miraculously, they both survive their ordeal at the hands of the vicious Norsemen who enslave them, to be reunited as free men.

Recently widowed and fiercely independent, Kristin Lofnsdottir is determined to forge her own path in a world ruled by men. Confused and dismayed by her attraction to the handsome but enigmatic Celtic warriors, when they make her an outrageous offer, she can’t refuse them.

Nyle and Bowdyn swear to protect their Viking lady and she adores her Celtic masters. Together they prosper and start to rebuild their shattered lives. But the wrongs of the past must be avenged. Will the burning need for vengeance destroy their fragile happiness and that of those around them?

Fast-Paced and with compelling characters, set in the turbulent and sensual world of the Vikings, if you loved Conquered by the Viking by Ashe Barker, you won’t want to miss this thrilling sequel. Her Celtic Masters, the second book in Ashe Barkers Viking Duet, continues the erotic saga, bringing this haunting and dramatic Viking romance to an unexpected climax.

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Excerpt

“What happened?”
Bowdyn related the story. Nyle listened in silence.
“And the second time you met her?” Nyle took a few sips of the water left close at hand then settled in to hear the rest of the tale.
“It was when we went to Ravnsklif on our search for you. I spotted her in the crowd as Mathios spoke. She is fairly distinctive, as you have yourself observed. I knew it was her, that I was not mistaken. I was angry, she deserved to be punished for what she did. So, I followed her.” Bowdyn paused, dragged his hands though his hair. “I do not know what I intended, just that I wanted to confront her again, face to face, demand some explanation for why she behaved as she did after I went to the trouble of saving her from tumbling into the water.”
“And, you found her?”
“I did. It was in a warehouse. She claimed it to be her husband’s storeroom but at the time I did not believe her. I am not convinced, even now, that she had reason to be there, but that is of no consequence. She did not deny what she had done, and… I spanked her.”
“You spanked her? Properly?”
“Aye. Properly. Thirty slaps on her bare arse.”
“How did she take it?”
“Well enough, eventually. She screeched a fair bit at first.”
“I imagine she did.”
“But after… she was contrite, and I forgave her.”
“So all was well between you?”
“Yes. Then, I kissed her.”
“God’s holy bones, you wasted no time.”
“She slapped my face.”
Nyle choked on a laugh. “I only considered kissing her and she walloped me senseless. I believe you escaped lightly, brother.”
Bowdyn stroked his jaw, recalling the sting of her slap. “It did not seem so at the time, but I suppose she had the right. She was a married woman then, apparently.”
“She is a widow now.”
“And a Viking. It was a moment of madness, that is all, occasioned by the spanking, her beautiful round buttocks reddened by my hand. What man would not have been tempted?”
What man indeed? Nyle could only nod his agreement. “And now?”
“What about now?”
“You and Kristin?”
“There is no me and Kristin. For fuck’s sake, even if she had not slapped my face, how could there be? She might have killed you, and all for a few bits of silver.”
“My head is harder than it looks. And I have no real quarrel with self-interest. Any of us might have done the same in her position. Whatever the means, I am glad to be here, so I have much to thank Kristin for. I must tell her so when next I have an opportunity.”
“I would not recommend it, brother. Take it from one who has reason to know, our Nordic beauty has a tongue like a dagger, a heart of pure granite, and a mean right hand.”
Nyle shook his head. “I am sure she is perfectly agreeable, once you get to know her.”


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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Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Libby Campbell - His Land, His Law



His Land, His Law




by

Libby Campbell


Luke is used to being the boss. Cara answers to no one. 
Can they reach a détente?


I'm happy to once again have Libby Campbell visiting here at the Reading Room. I know you'll enjoy this one.







Since she inherited her parents’ home, Cara Eckford has used walks in the nearby woods as inspiration for her art, so she is shocked and upset upon finding that ‘No Trespassing’ signs have recently been put up on the property. But when she angrily confronts the land’s new owner, the infuriatingly sexy Luke McCrae, she merely earns herself a stern scolding and a sound spanking.
Despite her irritation, Luke’s bold dominance leaves Cara’s heart racing. He soon proves more than ready to tame her fiery temper with his belt applied to her bare bottom, but even with tears in her eyes and her backside on fire Cara’s need for Luke cannot be denied, and when he takes her in his arms his masterful lovemaking satisfies her deeply.
Cara’s newfound romance with Luke grows stronger and more passionate with each passing day, but when conflict over his plans for her beloved forest threatens to tear them apart, can she make use of her powerful connection to both of their ancestors to convince him to change his mind?

Publisher’s Note: His Land, His Law includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



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Excerpt:

The sight of Cara’s well-padded buttocks bent over his knee had woken Luke’s desire with breathtaking ferocity. He’d spanked her to discourage her from defying his rights as a property owner and neighbor, to teach her some civility. He hadn’t expected to enjoy spanking her so much. He hadn’t expected to want to lay her down and make love to her right on the spot.

When he was finished, he was already hoping for an excuse to spank her again, hopeful that it might lead to something cozier than just a bottom-warming. The flush burning up her neck when he helped her back to her feet suggested that she hadn’t hated the experience either. She couldn’t hide the fact that her nipples had stiffened to hard pebbles that pushed against the thin fabric of her t-shirt.

So when she demanded to be set free, he did so while warning her of the consequences of any further disruption to his plans. Her reputation for stubbornness and being a tree hugger said he could count on paddling that gorgeous backside again some time. If he could get her past her romantic opposition to his development plans, they might even have some fun together.

“Every time,” he repeated. “Understand?”

Cara said nothing. She nodded with a half-smile, treating him to an innocent, wide-eyed look that was as genuine as a three-dollar bill.

He released her anyway. He couldn’t call her a liar without proof.

She was much prettier than he’d expected and no less spirited. The way her eyes dilated as she looked at him made his cock stiffen.

Grandpa’s lawyers had warned him that she wanted the land, but he’d done his homework. The value of raw acres was a fraction of what it would be if he cleared it and subdivided it into a tidy collection of small lots. She was going to have to get used to the idea, that was all there was to it.

He turned on his charm. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Cara. Everyone agrees you’re smart as a whip and unafraid of things that make keep most people awake at night.”

“What is there to be frightened of on Salt Spring Island?” Cara snorted before pulling herself a bit taller. She treated him to another empty smile.

He noted the effort it took her to stifle the flare of temper. Unskilled in the artificial body language of the corporate world where people were practiced at concealing their true feelings, she was easy to read. Advantage: Luke.








Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell:



The Romancing the Coast Series

Seeing Ronnie.(book 1)

Holding Cynthia (book 2)

Trusting Ingrid (book 3)






Simon in Charge – 3 book box-set



Libby Campbell in her own words:

I’m in love with love. My romance stories feature strong, self-reliant women who challenge the powerful men who love them.

My books are set in the Pacific Northwest, a part of the world I know well and love deeply.

I’ve lived all over Canada, but the best decision of my life was when I moved to Australia to marry my leading man. After many years there, we moved back to the Pacific Northwest. We now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.

My passions are reading and writing. I also love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.



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I little more from our author:



Where did this story come from?

I spend a lot of time on Salt Spring Island, hiking the forests, enjoying its beaches. Many of the forests were logged about a hundred years ago. Walking past the moss-covered stumps, some of which are six feet tall, feels like walking with ghosts.

Naturally some people would like to log these forests again. While I’m sure there are some places where fewer trees wouldn’t be a disaster, it would be sad to see many of the magnificent trees removed.



Cara is quite a firecracker. Is she based on anyone you know?

Nope. She came to me fully formed. I felt like were old friends from the day she pushed into my life and said, ‘write my story.’
Salt Spring Island has a huge artistic community: artists, writers, musicians and dancers. Cara would fit right in.



Some of the characters are from the far past. Where did those characters pop up?

I don’t know why but when the book was forming in my mind in the late spring, I kept seeing images of WWI soldiers. Even though the Owen and McCrae families were farmers and might have had an exemption for their sons, I knew that Frank McCrae would want to enlist and do his duty.

WWI tragically shatters the love between Amaruq Owen and Frank McCrae. It’s the legacy of their unfulfilled passion that brings Cara and Luke together.

The families are named for two WWI poets, Wilfred Owen (Dulce et Decorum Est) and John McCrae (In Flanders Fields) who shaped my thinking about war at an early age.



How was this writing book different from your others? 

I had to learn a lot about the skills of the Tsawout First Nation, like cedar stripping and Maquinna hat weaving, amongst other things. I studied styles of the late 1900’s and 1920’s. When I came across the detail that in some jurisdictions it was illegal for a woman ‘to wear the attire of the opposite gender’ I had to use it.

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Ashe Barker - The Master



“It’s just you and me. And the business end of a paddle, obviously.”

Another great book for you to check our today. Thanks to Ashe Barker for visiting.

Teaser Snippets

“You like that?” groaned Dylan and pinched again. “You like a bit of pain while you’re being fucked?”

It hadn’t escaped Dylan’s notice that his star pupil was fucking gorgeous. He was male, after all, and he had a pulse. How could he fail to appreciate that curvy, sexy little body, so supple, exquisitely toned, and supremely fit?

 “But he spanked you. I may not be an expert in taekwondo, but I’m pretty sure it’s not normal practice for a coach to spank his pupil.”

“Maybe we can salvage something from this. You want a spanking, I want to teach you the consequences of disregarding my rules. Ergo…”

“There was a connection between us, you know? I’m sure he felt it too. I know his cock did. You should have seen the bulge in his trousers.”
“It’s just you and me. And the business end of a paddle, obviously.”

Her ass burned like it had been whipped with fire.
“You accept my right to do this, as your master, in the dojang and out of it. I have the right to discipline you. Agreed?”

“Your ass looks beautiful with my marks on it.”
“It’s heavier than a belt, stiffer. And it’s designed for this purpose. The tawse was the favoured instrument of correction for hundreds of years north of the border.” He allowed his lips to curl in a half smile. “Those Scots knew a thing or two about discipline.”
She’d asked herself before which was the lesser of two evils, but there was no lesser option. Either of the two evils would ultimately destroy her.

A decent beating had a way of scrambling a submissive’s responses so that pain and pleasure became mixed together. Dylan had no desire to disentangle them.

“Think of the ginger, Jodie. Do. Not. Come.”

“It’s your moods that have got you into this situation. Tonight, your ass pays the price for it.” He lowered himself until they were nose to nose. “It won’t be fun, and you can leave your pissy attitude at the door. Do not expect to enjoy yourself this evening.”

He was trying to be her dom and her coach, and he was starting to fear that he was failing at both.

I own you, Jodie Price, and don’t you forget it.
She had lost the one thing that had been saving her from hitting the depths of despair.
When I fuck you, Jodie, it won’t be here. You will be tied to my bed, helpless and begging for mercy

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Blurb
After her long-time taekwondo instructor passes away suddenly, Jodie Price is certain her dreams of Olympic glory have been dashed, and she is thrilled when bold, handsome coach Dylan Atkins offers his help. But Dylan’s training regimen will be more rigorous than anything Jodie has experienced before, and she quickly discovers that he is a firm believer in strict discipline.

When she is caught drinking in defiance of Dylan’s rules, Jodie soon finds herself sobbing and promising to do better as she is thoroughly paddled. Dylan’s stern correction arouses her deeply, however, and it isn’t long before he takes her in his arms and masters her completely. But though his skilled, dominant lovemaking leaves her utterly spent and satisfied, will Jodie trust him enough to tell him the truth when a powerful sponsor tries to use their romance to blackmail her?

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

Author Synopsis

Life can’t get any better, can it?

Jodie Price has landed a hot new taekwondo coach and the offer of sponsorship to get her to the Tokyo Olympics. She needs to be at peak physical fitness for the qualifying championships so she’s more than willing to promise there’ll be no more drinking or partying until after the selection is over. But she can’t resist one last fling before the work starts in earnest. After all, one night at her favourite BDSM club won’t do any harm…

But she hadn’t bargained on her sexy new coach being a dom, and when she literally bumps into Dylan Atkins at the club he’s determined to show her that he’s her master, in the dungeon as well as in the dojang. A hard spanking settles the matter.

Jodie and Dylan agree to put their relationship on hold and concentrate on their sport, but they can’t keep their hands off each other. It’s not long before Jodie ends up in his bed with her ass burning from another punishment. Their relationship deepens, and Jodie’s life seems perfect as she sets her sights firmly on making it to Tokyo with Team GB.

But when she discovers that the very person she thought of as her saviour is out to destroy her career with blackmail and threats she doesn’t know where to turn. Worse, the repercussions are affecting her relationship with Dylan. Suddenly, she has a lot more to lose than just her dreams of Olympic gold.

Excerpt:
The party was already in full swing when Jodie and Sally arrived later that evening. Hot, glistening bodies moved sensually to the thumping electro music on the dance floor while groups of friends caught up at the bar. The delicious echo of slaps coming from the play area at the other end was a welcome reminder that this was no ordinary party. The club hosted these events every month. They were exclusive to the members, which meant the atmosphere was friendlier than it was on a regular club night.
“I love your dress,” shouted Sally. “It fits like a glove.”
“It should do. It took bloody ages to get into.” Jodie laughed as she thought back to the unglamorous tracksuit she had been wearing earlier. If only Dylan could see her now. She nodded toward the bar. “Fancy a drink?”
“I’ll have a bottle of beer, please. Are you drinking?”
“Yeah, but I’ll only have the one. I’m a would-be Olympic athlete now, you know,” Jodie said with a wink.
With their bottles of beer in hand, they headed toward the play area to check if there were any interesting scenes worth watching. They stopped near a spanking bench where a woman was being flogged by her dom. They were near enough to hear the woman’s gasps, but not so close they couldn’t talk quietly.
“Cheers,” said Sally, holding up her beer bottle. “Good luck with the meeting on Monday.”
“Thanks.” Jodie clinked her bottle against Sally’s and took a long drink of the deliciously cold beer. She would damn well savour this as it would be her last drop of alcohol until the Olympics were over. But, as she raised the bottle to her lips again, someone bumped into her from behind, knocking the bottle from her mouth and spilling half the contents over her chest and dress.
“I’m so sorry,” said a male voice. “Are you okay?”
Not wanting to make a fuss, Jodie turned around to reassure the guy that she was absolutely fine and there was no harm done, but froze as she came face to face with Dylan. Stunned, she stared at him as she tried to work out what the hell he was doing there. Was he a dom? He certainly looked like it with his leather trousers, black t-shirt, and Doc Marten boots.
“Hello,” she said, when she was eventually able to speak again. “I never expected to see you here.”
“Clearly not.”
Jodie grinned up at Dylan expecting him to smile back, but instead he was frowning. In fact, he looked seriously pissed off. And then the penny dropped. In her excitement at seeing her sexy taekwondo coach, she had completely forgotten that only a few hours earlier she had promised him there would be no nights out and no alcohol. She glanced down at the half-empty bottle of beer in her hand then back up at Dylan’s furious glare. Oh, shit!



About Ashe Barker
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

About Katy Swann

Katy lives in Kent, UK with her husband, three children and three cats. She writes erotic BDSM romance with a strong emphasis on Dominance and submission. Katy explores both the emotional and sexual elements of D/s, with Doms that are firm but caring and submissives that are strong and feisty. 

She loves the 4 C’s: cats, chocolate, champagne and coffee. When she’s not writing she spends her time as a glorified taxi driver for her children and even finds time now and then to indulge in her interests, which include Tai Chi, dance, music, aviation and reading. 

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