Today I’m excited to hand the blog over to Ashe Barker so she can tell you about her newest release: A Highwayman’s Lady and about her contest.
Hi Thianna, and thank you so much for inviting me over to your blog to give a shout out about The Highwayman’s Lady. I’m really excited about this story, Gray is a hero I’ve been hatching for a while now, and it just reached the point where he had to emerge. He’s a rogue and no one could mistake him for a gentleman, but I hope you’ll love him as much as I do.
The Highwayman’s Lady
After the death of her mother, twenty-year-old Imogen Bennett faces the prospect of being coerced into marriage by a scheming relative, but fate intervenes when a masked highwayman accosts her on the road. Desperate to escape the unwanted wedding, Imogen pleads with the mysterious, handsome rogue to rescue her.
Alistair Graham is a proud Scotsman who rebelled against British rule, and since the defeat of the highlanders at Culloden he has taken to robbing rich Englishmen travelling through Scottish lands. He is no gentleman, but he is certainly not a man who would ignore a young woman’s pleas for help, and he agrees to do what he can to assist the beautiful girl he has waylaid.
Imogen finds herself drawn to Alistair, and though he warns her that he expects a woman’s complete obedience both in bed and out of it, she cannot resist offering her virgin body to him. He takes her hard and thoroughly, leaving her utterly spent yet still aching for more, and when her shock at her own wantonness leads her to speak disrespectfully to him he bares her bottom and punishes her soundly.
A highwayman is no suitable match for a lady, however, and Alistair fears that her association with him can only put them both in danger, so he makes her promise that she’ll tell no one about what took place between them and then ensures that she is delivered safely to the home of her honourable cousin in Kirkleven. Yet despite her best efforts to put Alistair out of her mind forever, in her heart Imogen knows she will always belong to the man who rescued her, mastered her, and made her his. But will her highwayman ever return to lay claim to his lady?
Publisher’s Note: The Highwayman’s Lady is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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“You are lovely, Imogen. You quite take my breath away.”
I do not answer, though his words send spirals of longing plunging deep into my core. I do not even start to understand the sensations he is evoking, but I know they are good. I desire more. I need—something, though again I am at a loss to name it.
Gray traces his hands along the length of my arms, releasing me from the sleeves of my shift and eventually linking his fingers in mine. He draws my hands into the small of my back and whispers to me to keep them there. I clasp my hands together and try to remember to breathe.
He places his palms on my shoulders and turns me to face him. I am aware of his scrutiny, attuned to the intensity of his gaze as much as if he were actually touching me, exploring my naked breasts, my belly, the secret place still lower down that remains concealed beneath the bunched fabric of my shift. I should be ashamed, mortified, at the very least embarrassed. I am none of those things. I find the experience exhilarating, empowering. I blossom under his admiring perusal.
I gasp when he does at last touch me. He cups my chin in his hand, brushes his lips over mine, then draws his hand slowly down my throat, between my breasts and across my stomach. He pauses to gather my shift and pushes it down my body to crumple on the floor.
“Open your legs, Imogen.”
It never occurs to me to demur or protest. I step from the pool of linen and widen my stance, then hold my breath as he continues on his way.
His hand is warm, his touch gentle yet sure. He slides his fingers through the curls at the apex of my thighs then on to stroke the sensitive folds of my sex. I lurch forward, the powerful clenching of my body taking me by surprise. I had no idea what to expect, still do not, but I find the discovery intriguing. And I am bewildered, confused by the riot of sensation coursing through me.
“Gray?” I whisper his name, unsure what I need to ask him, tell him.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Wider.” He taps my inner thigh with his hand.
I part my legs further and gnaw on my lower lip. I have but the haziest notion of the mechanics of what is to come, though I do not fear it. Not exactly.
Gray slides his hand between my spread thighs again, caressing me in a manner I find both exhilarating and disconcerting. It is intense, yet infinitely gentle; the strength of my reaction at odds with the leisurely, undemanding nature of his exploration. He takes his time, drawing his palm and fingers back and forth as my body clenches in helpless response. There are sounds too—wet, sloppy sounds. I know my body is creating the moisture; this has happened on previous occasions, though not often. It mortifies me that he might notice.
“Ah, Imogen, so hot and wet. This is for me?”
“Sir?” I am not certain if or how to reply.
“It is for me. All mine. So, are you tight too?”
“I do not know, sir.” Dear sweet lord, I hope so for this is what he seems to desire.
He steps back from me, just a fraction, but enough to enable him to cup my chin again in his free hand. He tilts up my chin and brushes his lips over mine.
“Open your mouth, Imogen.” The command is delivered in a low, soft tone, but I have no illusions about his requirement that I obey. I want to obey.
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I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.
I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
I live in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors. When not writing – which is not very often these days – my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.
I have around thirty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. I write M/f, M/M, and occasionally ring the changes with a little M/M/f. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too.
I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.