BY
ASHE BARKER
I'm thrilled to welcome Ashe back with another hot, historical that's sure to please!
Abducted. Humbled. Claimed.
Blurb
After she is
captured by Viking raiders, twenty-five-year-old Mairead is left with no choice
but to depend on Gunnar Freysson, the battle-hardened leader of the Norsemen,
to protect her and her young children. Though he makes it clear that she is his
property to do with as he pleases, Gunnar shows remarkable concern for
Mairead’s wellbeing, and when she risks her life in a dangerous attempt at
escape he does not hesitate to strip her bare and spank her soundly.
The strict
punishment leaves Mairead thoroughly ashamed yet helplessly aroused, and when
Gunnar takes her in his arms and claims her properly she cannot deny her body’s
response to his dominant lovemaking. As the days pass, Mairead realizes that
Gunnar cares for her deeply, and despite her situation she finds herself
falling in love with the stern, handsome warrior. But can she truly give her
heart to the man who took her from her home?
Publisher’s Note: Her Dark Viking is a stand-alone sequel
to Her Rogue Viking. It
includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please
don’t buy this book.
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Blog post Introduction
I have always been fascinated by Vikings. Strong, sexy
warriors, ruthless, dominant and determined – what’s not to like? It was only a
matter of time before I wove a story around these fierce raiders who rampaged
through Scotland and England for over three centuries, eventually settling and
leaving their indelible mark on our history.
A Viking raid was indeed a ferocious affair. They
relied on what would nowadays probably be termed ‘shock and awe’ swooping in
from the sea on their fast dragon ships to attack with vicious and deadly
effect. The Nordic raiders would be gone almost as swiftly as they arrived,
leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The modern equivalent would be a
helicopter attack on a sleepy rural village by SWAT teams armed with automatic
weapons– the local people would hardly know what hit them.
I have employed a certain amount of poetic license,
but in writing this series of stories I have been determined to recreate the
Viking era to the best of my ability – their homes, their clothing, what they
ate, how they lived. I hope readers will be as entranced as I am by these
creative and charismatic raiders, and perhaps forgive them their more
outrageous little foibles.
Take a peak at this tantalizing peak....
"Spread your legs for me, Mairead."
"What?" She lurched within the cradle
of his arms. "Why?"
"Earlier, you told me that you had much
experience of what transpires between men and women. I am minded to test the
boundaries of your knowledge."
"You would take me? Here? I am not sure
that I am ready, after Tyra..."
"I know, and I will allow you all the time
you need to recover from the birth. I can be patient, and I have no wish to
harm you. But, there is more to what happens between men and women than just
fucking."
"You are very direct, Jarl, yet still I
find myself uncertain. What do you mean?"
He chuckled again, the sound warm and rich and
very knowing. "I shall show you what I mean, but first I require you to
hook your legs over each of mine and allow me to spread your thighs wide. Will
you do that or must I insist on having access to explore what is mine?"
Why, when he spoke to her thus, when he
half-threatened her, when she should be terrified and cringing in fear, did his
soft, sensual command cause her stomach to clench and heat to flare between her
legs? Why did everything he suggested to her sound so... enticing?
"Mairead? What are you waiting for?"
What
indeed?
"I am sorry, master." She lifted each
leg in turn and draped them across his thighs, the position already opening her
to his questing fingers. He kept his left arm across her chest just above her
breasts, but he reached down with his right to tease the reddish-golden curls
at the apex of her thighs. Mairead stiffened, but did not move.
"Good, you please me very much. So soft,
so pretty." He tugged at the curls then proceeded lower still. Mairead
expected him to reach down far enough to plunge his fingers inside her since
this was the usual prelude to a man's fulfilment. It would be quick, she knew
that, and not overly unpleasant.
But Gunnar halted just below the downy curls.
His fingers stroked, explored, caressed, as though he sought something else. He
widened his own legs, and in so doing pulled her thighs further apart. He bent
his knees too which had the effect of raising her up out of the water, exposing
her to his gaze.
She opened her mouth to protest, but swallowed
her words as a peculiar sensation overwhelmed her. Something deep and piercing,
warm, intense and delicious unfurled right where he touched her. Mairead let
out a startled gasp and tried to close her legs.
"No, remain still. I wish to pleasure
you."
"How? I do not understand..."
"Like this." He stroked that
sensitive spot again, his movements precise and knowing as she writhed in his
arms. "Am I hurting you?"
"No." She shook her head. "But
it is strange, I do not believe I like it."
"No? And this?" He altered the angle
of his hand to apply pressure to that quivering little button, then he took it
between his finger and thumb and she thought that perhaps he squeezed.
"Oh. Oh!" Her inner muscles were
clenching, convulsing in a manner quite beyond her control or comprehension.
"What are you doing?"
"I told you, I am pleasuring you. I intend
to do this often, in preparation for you taking my cock when you are fully
healed and quite ready. Will that be long, do you think?"
"I... I am not sure." Oh sweet Jesus
she hoped not. His busy, clever fingers were teasing her, awakening something
she had only half-understood, a dim and elusive awareness suddenly coming into
sharp focus as he stroked and tormented her. As she writhed against his thighs
he applied more pressure, increasing the intensity until she felt she might
burst, or shatter, or simply expire from wanting.
"Do not fight this. Allow it to happen. I
have you." His words were murmured against her ear, his breath warm on her
neck. His lips were on her sensitive skin, kissing, licking, nipping.
"Have me? What...? Why...? Oh, oh dear
Lord."
"Now, Mairead. Let it happen now."
She required no further urging, nor
explanation. The sensation he had built so quickly seemed to spiral and surge
within her until she could bear no more. She thrust her hips forward and her
head back and let out a squeal of pure delight as waves of ecstasy washed
through her. The tingling which bathed her body on the outside was within her
also, coursing right out to her fingers and toes, to the very ends of her hair.
She was weak, powerless to resist yet invigorated by the sensual feast he laid
before her and which she now savored.
The storm of sensation soon passed. Mairead's
trembling body relaxed. She lay within the Viking's arms, limp and sated in a
manner she could not even start to describe. He had satisfied a hunger she had
not even known she possessed, but having tasted this joy once she would never
wish to be without it again.
Something had been missing before. Some
mysterious secret had remained hidden, but no longer. Gunnar had shared the
revelation with her and now she knew what she needed.
Who she
needed.
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.
Ashe loves to hear from readers. Here are her social
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can email her direct on ashe.barker1@gmail.com
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