It’s a Friday blog swap with me and BJ Wane, aka you pimp my book and I’ll pimp yours, especially since we both have new releases.
So, here’s my contribution with a hot alien excerpt from The Barbarian’s Captive.
The Barbarian’s Captive
Primarian Mates, Book 1
Light years from home, plant biologist Lt. Eva La Croix and her all-female exploration team land on a planet they believe is a perfect substitute for the dying Earth. They are set upon by huge alien hunters and Eva is captured by the barbarian leader. Tossed over his shoulder, she is carried back to camp, tethered to his bed, seduced by his touch, and claimed as his own.
In spite of her fear, she is captivated by the gorgeous, dominant male with his long gleaming black hair, smooth bronze skin, and glimmering golden eyes. Expecting her full compliance, he strips her naked and prepares her for an intimate and very thorough inspection. Horrified, Eva protests, but quickly learns defiance will be met with swift consequences, including a bare bottom spanking until he proves to her who is in command.
Deemed compatible, she and her teammates are whisked away to the barbarians’ world where they are mated to these powerful men. While pampered and protected, the women are expected to submit to their male’s authority and breed their young. Will Eva learn to adapt to their unusual beliefs and old-fashioned ways? Can she sacrifice her independence and surrender to this dynamic, highly sexual alien male who has conquered her body, and perhaps her heart? Or when escape is imminent, will she flee with the others, never to see him again and feel the rampant desire that now surges through her blood for her compelling barbarian mate?
Publisher’s note: The Barbarian’s Captive is a romance novel containing sexual scenes, spanking, elements of BDSM, medical and anal play. If this subject matter is offensive, please do not buy this book.
My hot alien excerpt:
He grumbled and rose to his knees, clearly irritated. He twisted, reaching behind him and all of a sudden, her ankles were set free. Thank God, he’d changed his mind. That notion had no sooner settled into her brain before her feet were lifted clear over her head, his large hand spanning the backs of her legs, right above her knees, holding them in place. A resounding crack echoed through the tent at the same time searing fire ignited across one upraised bottom cheek. She blinked, too shocked to process this sudden turn of events before she saw his hand rise and fall as it connected sharply with her other cheek. The same crack reported through the air like an ancient rifle shot, repeating twice more before she found her voice.
“How dare you,” she shrieked. “You big bulging boneheaded brute!” She kicked and bucked to get free, more enraged than in any sort of pain. That he had the nerve to chastise her for resisting being captured, restrained to his bed, protesting his violation of her person, was simply too much. In that moment, rather than focusing on what more he could do, she instead gleaned a tiny bit of satisfaction out of clipping his jaw with her heel. His teeth snapped together with a loud click as his head whipped around, grunting with what she hoped was pain.
It didn’t deter his purpose, however. Having an answer for her flailing legs and thrashing feet, he collected both ankles in one huge hand with embarrassingly little effort and pushed them up against one shoulder. The position forced her to lay nearly folded in half, immobilizing her, her ass lifted clear off the bed. He scarcely missed a beat, his giant slapping hand falling once more upon her vulnerable backside.
As the swats fell, he growled something unintelligible. The tone and cadence reminded her of the few times her father had spanked her for misbehavior. Then it became clear that he was lecturing her. Normally, she would have laughed, her lack of understanding rendering his words a waste of effort and breath. She didn’t dare this time while his palm painted her ass with a fiery heat.
At least two dozen more blows fell before she started yelping with each biting slap. When she howled at a particularly stinging blow, tears stinging her eyes, he stopped and leaned over her, speaking sternly into her ear. She didn’t need an interpreter as his meaning took shape in her mind:
Behave, or there’s more where that came from.
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