PIRATES, PASSION AND PLUNDER 

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PIRATES, PASSION AND PLUNDER 

 

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What’s a lady to do when she’s boarded by ruthless brigands and barbarous buccaneers, kidnapped on the lawless High Seas?

Stripped to the skin by piercing eyes.  

Captive and claimed by rough, strong hands. 

She knows it’s forbidden but how can she resist… a pirate’s pleasure.

 

*Warning : Bodices will be ripped!* 

 

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THE CAPTAIN’S CAPTIVE

by Victoria Vale

 

RAVEN

by Ashe Barker

 

ROGUE BOOTY

by Golden Angel 

 

THE BLOND DEVIL OF THE SEA

by Celeste Barclay

 

BOUGHT BY THE BUCCANEER

by Vanessa Brooks 

 

TAKEN BY SIN 

by Sky Purington

 

THE SEA WOLF

by Lee Savino

 

EDWARD’S LAW

by Felicity Brandon

 

PIRATE’S RUIN 

by Marie Hall

 

OWNED BY THE PIRATE

by Sue Lyndon and Celeste Jones

 

TROUBLED WATERS

by Jane Burrelli 

 

PURSUING HER PIRATE

by Jaye Peaches

 

HIS STOWAWAY 

by Measha Stone

 

HIS WICKED WAYS

by S. Cinders

 

CUT AND THRUST

by Simone Leigh

 

PIRATE’S PLEASURE

by Mariah Stone 

 

LADY EVANGELINE’S PIRATICAL PERSUASION

by Emily Tilton

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Edwards’s Law by Felicity Brandon

The Dexterity—designed to be the pride of the King’s navy, is mine.

Or, at least, she should have been, had the scoundrel Edward Law not waltzed into Christy’s auction house and stolen her from right under my nose.

But if Law thinks he can claim what rightfully belongs me to me, then he has another thing coming.

No man can make demands on me, be he gentleman, or otherwise.

I won’t concede to his dark, brooding eyes. I won’t surrender to his iron will.

Edward Law means nothing to me…

 

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Edward smiled. “As you can see, I have news of my own.”

He tilted his head in the direction of Alice, and for an excruciating moment, both men turned and regarded her. Alice’s face burned with embarrassment, and instinctively, she lowered her gaze, her attention falling on the stiff ropes at her wrists.

“A woman, Captain?”

“Very observant, Carlisle,” said Edward with a laugh. “Yes, a stowaway by the name of Alice Jaggers.”

“But a woman, sir,” the other man repeated. “It’s bad luck to have a woman onboard.”

Alice lifted her chin with interest. Bad luck, huh? This could be her way off the vessel altogether.

“Only if you subscribe to superstitions,” countered Law in an amused tone. “Which as you know, I do not. It is not luck that has brought us good fortune in the past but our own fortitude.”

Carlisle raised his brows but said nothing to protest. “How did she get on board, sir? And what are we to do with her?”

Alice’s belly twisted at the last question, her gaze darting once more to Edward Law. Until today, he was a man she had barely even contemplated—the man at the auction, a name on a list at Christie’s, but nothing more. Now, it seemed Mr. Law held Alice’s destiny in his hands, and she was heady with the new reality.

“I found her hidden in my quarters,” explained Edward as he turned to face Alice. “As for your second query, Carlisle, we are not going to do anything with her. As captain, our guest is my responsibility.”

She gulped at the way he made that sound, suddenly unsure if she should be grateful or afraid—worse was the way Alice’s body was reacting to the tattered captain. Where she had previously been disgusted by the sight of the man, she was fast becoming compelled. The weight of his stare and his authoritative presence had affected Alice in ways she could never have foreseen, and as she met his gaze again, she was perturbed by the way heat pooled beneath her gown.

“I should like you to stand guard outside my door while I address the crew.” Edward’s focus was back on Carlisle now. “I am sure you can understand I cannot have any of the men stumbling upon her by mistake.”

Carlisle turned to look at Alice, his brown eyes drilling into her. “Aye, sir,” he responded after a moment. “I can understand.”

Law moved toward him, resting his hand on the shorter man’s shoulder. “I would trust only you with this objective, my friend,” he said solemnly. “Keep her safe for me.”

“You can count on me, Captain,” Carlisle smiled, revealing two crooked front teeth.

“Good. Then I must depart.” Law turned in Alice’s direction, fixing her with a hard stare. “I shall not be long, but until that time, behave yourself.”

Alice pulled in a deep breath as both men stalked from the room. She watched as the door slammed closed behind them, imagining Carlisle waiting just beyond. A potent myriad of emotions stirred as she heard what she assumed to be Law’s boots pacing away.

No man had ever spoken to her that way. Even her father had treated his only daughter with courtesy and respect when he addressed her.

Alice blinked, shaking her head as she processed what she was feeling.

On the one hand, she was embarrassed at her current predicament, entirely of her own making, and no idea how it would be reconciled, but on the other hand, she was seething with indignation at the way she had been treated. The way Law had spoken to her—dressing her down like a servant. Her face flamed as she recalled his proximity and the way he had touched her—the nerve of the man—then had somehow made her admit the error of her ways aloud. That was a feat no one had achieved before. Alice may have been guilty, but she would never have admitted such, especially to a stranger.

She sighed, eyeing the captain’s quarters as she struggled against the ropes. Being bound this way was intolerable—just like Law’s insufferable arrogance and the way he made assumptions about Alice. He assumed she would obey him and would be pliant to his plans. She snorted—the man had a lot to learn about Alice Jaggers if he thought she would remain compliant. She had not sneaked her way on board just to end up his bound captive, yet even as resentment burned in her blood, there was also something else. His commanding presence, just like the bondage, had stirred something in Alice.

Something she had not expected.

Something that felt like desire.

 

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Viking Surrender-JERRIK

 

VIKING SURRENDER SERIES:

 

JERRIK

by

Felicity Brandon

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A horde of battle-hardened, ferocious Nordic warriors.
A Pictish village at the mercy of its enemies.
A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides

Delivered into Viking hands, claimed and conquered, each bride must accept that
she belongs to her new master. But, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?

The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each
Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.

Begin the journey here…

Enter a world of suspense, seduction and adventure, told against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland.

Journey together with indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines, as they discover
that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.

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Brigid: The last thing I need is a husband, especially some Viking brute commanding my surrender.
Jerrik: Fight all you want, little Pict. You will yield to my desire…

 

Forced into a union she didn’t seek, Brigid is terrified and aroused by Jerrik’s masterful behaviour and carnal demands.

But, when he saves her son from the ferocious ocean, Brigid realises he may be the hero she needs, as well as the man she craves.

 

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“You can make it up to me later,” he demanded as he sauntered towards the place
where she was still kneeling. “After I have punished you for defying me.”

Brigid panted at Jerrik’s assertions, and she drew in a deep breath, as if to compose
herself. “I know I am your wife now,” she murmured in response. “But I am also a grown
woman, Jerrik, and a mother. I cannot have you punishing me, especially in front of Bram.”

Her tone was laced with just a hint of insolence, and it was enough to stir his already
unsatisfied cock.

 

“You no longer have the choice,” he reminded her flatly. “You’re my responsibility
now, Brigid, and our children will be of my heritage. Your defiance will be punished. It is
how us Vikings deal with such things.”
She dropped the vegetables and rose unsteadily to her feet. Brigid was trembling, and
Jerrik wondered if it was fear that inspired the gesture, or something else. It had been some time since Brigid had been mastered, and he was starting to wonder if her first husband had ever truly done the job. He sensed there was a part of her that wanted to yield to someone stronger than herself, but the woman had spent so long being responsible for herself and Bram, she seemed to be struggling with the new power dynamic. Jerrik could understand that.

 

He needed to guide her.
“What will you do?” she whispered, gazing up at him with anxious eyes.
Jerrik smiled, moving towards her and taking one of those small, cold palms in his
hands. “Nothing severe,” he promised. “Just enough to remind you of your place.”
“The b-birch?” she stammered, barely able to articulate the final word.
Evidently, his little wife had quite the fear of the birch, and he mused that it would be
worth remembering that for future misdemeanours, of which he was sure they would be a great many.
“No,” he assured her. “Not this time.”
Brigit exhaled in apparent relief. “Then what?”
Jerrik shook his head with a grin. “I had intended to surprise you with the penance
later,” he said, dropping his tone as he inched towards her body.
“Please,” she replied, craning her neck to look up into his eyes. “I’ve never done this
before, Jerrik. Bram’s father never…” She paused, lowering her gaze.
“He never punished you?” Jerrik offered. He wasn’t well versed in Pict traditions, but it seemed ludicrous that the man had done nothing to love or guide his spouse at all.
“He never really did anything to me,” she replied with a sigh. “Apart from the
obvious—usually when he had consumed too much mead. So long as I fed him on time, he generally left me be.”
“I see.” Jerrik’s tone had lowered in response to Brigid’s description. He was pleased
he would never have to meet this man and make him atone for his incompetence. It seemed as though there was already enough to be done.
“You’ll find I am quite a different proposition,” he told her. “I have high expectations
of you, Brigid, but I will repay your effort with my sword and dagger which will protect and provide for you, and with my body, which will honour you. I’m sure you know to what I speak, but if there was any doubt, then I hope the last evenings have reassured you?”
Brigid sucked her lower lip between her teeth at Jerrik’s words. It was clear she did
remember their unions of consummation. “Yes,” she replied in a breathy tone. “I should like more of that.”
Her face flamed at the admission, and he chuckled at her embarrassment. “And you
shall have it,” he told her. “Just as you shall bear my punishment.”
She swallowed, but in those hazel eyes there was a flicker of acknowledgement.
“Aye, well,” she murmured. “I will try and yield, Jerrik, yet I think I am out of practise.”
Jerrik grinned at the concession. “A good, hard, bare-bottomed spanking over my
knee should help you to remember,” he drawled. “Do you not think?”
Her breaths were coming out in short, fast pants. “A spanking?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
Brigid closed her eyes at his edict. “Then please, Jerrik, do not make me endure it in
front of my son. This is new to him also.”
Jerrik appraised her pained expression with interest. He’d never even contemplated
the child witnessing her penance until now; in fact, until this morning, he’d never even
contemplated having a child before.
“We shall find something to amuse him this afternoon,” he decided, raising his hand
to gently tilt her chin in his direction.
The touch of his hand at her face drew Brigid’s eyes open in an instant, and for a long
moment, their eyes locked.

 

“And once we are alone, you will learn how to submit, wife.”

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Holiday Hope

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Holiday Hope

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Libby Campbell

 

When Hannah goes to the wedding as someone’s date, she doesn’t expect to leave with the groom.

 

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Hannah Hansen is only hoping for one thing this Christmas: someone to share her life. She’s not asking for the hottest male model, but please Santa, could he be a little bit alpha? Sensitive new age guys make great friends, but men who are decisive and slightly bossy make her tingle all over.

Then handsome, rich Steve Shewchuk invites her to be his last-minute, plus one at a wedding. Hannah’s hopes soar as Steve’s definitely the dominant type. But before their date is off the ground, Hannah realizes she has made a mistake. Steve’s veneer of an appealing alpha personality hides his thoughtless self absorption. In response to a call from the distressed bride-to-be, he drops Hannah a block from the church, forcing her to walk through a driving rainstorm alone.

Hannah arrives at the church, soaked to the skin, with her expensive hairdo ruined. She realizes her hopes for a future with Steve have washed down the drain along with her mascara.  When the groom, charming Charles Descôteaux helps her in her moment of distress, there is an instant, electrical connection between them.

Could Charles be the assertive man she’s been hoping for? When Charles needs her help, will she be brave enough to rally to his side?

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Wide-eyed with disbelief, people looked from Hannah to Charles back again. A few smiled, enjoying the dramatic change in events. The bride’s family in the front rows on the other side of the church glared at Hannah.

A slow grin crept over Charles’s face. 

“Quite right,” Charles said, sliding his finger around the collar of his shirt again. “I’ve spoken to the Halsey Club and told them to move up the program for tonight. They are expecting the first of our guests to start arriving shortly. There is an open bar. Hors d’oeuvres are being prepared as I speak. A band has been booked so there will be dancing after one of the club’s legendary dinners. Hannah and I hope you will join us.”

A few people stood and pushed toward them, but Charles held onto Hannah’s hand. “We’ll see you at the Halsey Club,” he said and turned off the microphone. Robert was signaling them from the chapel, so Charles led Hannah there at a quick trot. 

The three of them ran out into the rain and Robert pointed down the block. “I’m parked back there. Run for it.”

Charles was careful not to run any faster than Hannah could manage, and she appreciated that he understood how pumps, even with low heels, slowed a person down. Robert got to the four-door sedan before them and opened both the passenger door and backseat door before hopping behind the wheel. 

Charles closed the passenger door and ushered Hannah into the backseat. Then he ran around and climbed in beside her from the driver’s side. He tapped Robert’s shoulder, “To the Halsey Club, James.”

Then he threw his head back and gave one long hoot of laughter. He brought Hannah’s hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “Who are you and what the hell did you just do?”

Hannah saw Robert glance at her in the rearview mirror, waiting for her answer. 

“I’m Hannah Hansen. Mild-mannered accountant by day, undiscovered improv genius and agent provocateur by night.”

“What’s an agent provocateur?” Robert asked. 

“No idea,” Hannah said, enjoying being so close to Charles tall muscular body.

“A general shit disturber.” Charles closed his hands around hers. “You’re shivering.”

“Can’t deny it,” Hannah said. “I’ve been soaked twice in one night. That tends to make me cold.”

When Charles wrapped a muscular arm around her shoulder, she felt instantly warmer, as though he’d pulled her into a protective force field.

Robert said, “I don’t know what possessed you to get up and claim responsibility for canceling the wedding, but I personally want to thank you. Charles was going to wing it but if he’s not talking about the night sky, he can be a very boring speaker. We could still be in the church waiting for him to stutter out answers while people grilled him.”

“When you’ve got a restless crowd, you have to get in front of them,” Hannah said. “Your parents were kind of freaking out. I thought it might help if I drew all the fire onto me. So I started improvising. And I hinted at love spurned because everyone loves a romance. Everyone who has a heart that is.”

Charles chuckled. “But they’re going to know it’s not true. I only just met you.”

“But they won’t figure that out immediately. And now they’ve got a bit of a mystery too. Everyone loves a mystery. Well everyone who has the slightest bit of curiosity does.”

“What were you going to say to the gathered masses, big brother? Got any ideas?” 

“Not offhand,” Charles admitted. “But I’m sure if I stood there long enough, I would have thought of something.”

 

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The Lighthouses of Devmaer

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Bound to the Admiral, book 1

 

Time Travel:

His Land, His Law

A Time For Will

 

Holiday stories (novellas)

Festive Fire

Holiday Hope FREE for a limited time here:

 

Contemporary Romance:

Romancing the Coasta 3 book box set. Individual titles available separately.

Simon in Chargea 3 book box-set. Individual titles available separately.

 

Libby Campbell in her own words:

My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.

Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club. 

Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.

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

 

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Viking Surrender Series… is here

Introducing the: Viking Surrender Series

 

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  Prologue and Brandr

by

Ashe Barker

 

Love hard-muscled, dominant heroes? Love Viking romance?

The steamily seductive Viking Surrender series (first released as the ‘Vikings’ boxed set) has hit Amazon with brand-new epilogues… so you can find out ‘what happens next’ for all nine couples.

If you’re yet to explore this gorgeous set of shared-world romances, filled with scorching scenes of sexy sizzle and supreme alpha hotness, you’ve a real treat in store.

For a limited time, all the titles are on sale, and you can devour them in Kindle Unlimited. 

Find the whole series:

on Amazon US herehttps://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07ZSZV1JV

Amazon UK herehttps://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07ZTM46CL

 

Blurb

A horde of battle-hardened, ferocious Nordic warriors.

A Pictish village at the mercy of its enemies.
A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides
Delivered into Viking hands, claimed and conquered, each bride must accept that she belongs to her new master. But, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?

The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.

Begin the journey here…

Enter a world of suspense, seduction and adventure, told against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland.
Journey together with indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines, as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.

 

Vikings : The Prologue by Ashe Barker (Viking Surrender #1)

 

Essential reading to find out how it all began … and you can grab this 12000 word appetiser absolutely free from wherever you like to buy your ebooks.

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Blurb

Forced to wed the fierce Viking warlord in order to save her people, Eithne has no choice but to surrender to her powerful and terrifying husband. She submits to his stern discipline, but his tenderness takes her breath away. A man of his word, Brandr means to keep his side of their bargain and will see her village safe and protected from their enemies. But what of Eithne? Who will protect her as she learns to care for this ferocious man who now leads her people and holds her heart in his mighty hands?

Excerpt from Vikings:  The Prologue

“We shall not surrender, nor shall we flee…. this is an unequal contest, and we cannot win. To take up arms against men such as them would lead to certain death.”

“Better to die with honour—”

“Better still not to die at all. I have another idea. We shall negotiate.”

Rhiannon gaped at her. “Are you quite mad? You would have more success seeking to bargain with a wildcat, or that wolf which Ailsa insists upon keeping.”

“They are men, not animals. They will listen to reason.”

“That is a matter of opinion. I still say—”

“For once, Rhiannon, please, just do as you are told. Put down that weapon and go hide with the others. I shall go and speak with these…these…Norsemen.”

“You are bent on this madness?”

“It is the only way…”

“Then, if you insist upon facing them, I shall be at your side. I consider this a foolhardy notion, but I will not let you go alone.”

Despite Rhiannon’s belligerent tone, Eithne had never been more pleased to have her at her side. Theirs was not an easy relationship, it never had been, but Eithne loved her sister by marriage and was proud of her courage. “Ah, my sister. I see your father in you, and your brother. I shall be glad to have you with me, but by all that is holy, you must keep quiet and let me do the talking.” Eithne turned and dashed towards the path leading down into the narrow cove where the Vikings’ ships already swooped in towards the beach. “And put that damned sword away before someone gets hurt.”

“You are muttering to yourself. What are you saying?” Rhiannon scrambled behind Eithne down the cliff path.

“I am trying to recall a few words of Norse. There were Nordic settlers close to my childhood home on Orkney, and I picked up a few phrases. I thought if I were to greet them cordially…”

“You imagine you might resolve this situation by wishing them a pleasant morning and discussing the weather?”

Eithne did not blame Rhiannon for being incredulous. She could barely believe it herself. But if words were to be her weapons, she would do her best to assemble the best ones.

They emerged from the path onto the sand and shingle, at the same instant that the leading dragon ship swept onto the beach. Already the first of the warriors were leaping over the sides into the surf, wading ashore.

“Wait here,” Eithne commanded. “And say nothing.”

She stepped forward. Alone.

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Brandr : A Viking Warrior Romance (Viking Surender #2) by Ashe Barker

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Excerpt from Brandr

She lay still and allowed his teasing, his gentle knowing, but she flinched and let out a sharp hiss when he pinched her nipple. The bud had hardened under his ministrations, poking against the fabric of her shift, begging to be squeezed.

He leaned over her, his weight on one elbow.

“Take this off,” he commanded.

“I…”

“Take it off. I would have you naked in our bed. Always.”

“Yes, Viking,” she murmured and knelt to draw the garment over her head. She clutched it, briefly, in front of her breasts, then tossed it to one side and raised her chin to meet his gaze.

Odin’s teeth, but she is beautiful. Brandr bit back a groan, then cupped her face between both his hands. He brushed his mouth over hers and was rewarded when she parted her lips for him. Slowly, cautiously, she raised her hands to rest them on his shoulders as he deepened the kiss. His tongue dived deep, curling, dancing with hers. Her hair was loose and fell across his hands in silky, ebony waves, then spread over the mattress as he eased her back onto the pallet.

Brandr supported his own weight on his elbows and continued to kiss her. Eithne writhed under him. She tunnelled her elegant fingers through his loosened locks and twisted the strands around her small fist as though she was afraid to let go. He broke the kiss, but only for a moment before shifting to fasten his lips around one pebbled nipple.

Eithne arched and let out a cry. Brandr sucked, scraped the sensitive bud with his teeth, then sucked harder. She wriggled and squirmed against him so, encouraged, he shifted to the other breast, at the same time using his fingers to roll and squeeze the slick, swollen nub he had abandoned.

“Viking,” she muttered, then, “Brandr.” Her voice rose as she cried out his given name.

Her arousal built, stoked as much by her fear and anxiety, her relief, perhaps, at having found a protector, and the sensation long denied since the loss of her husband. Brandr cared not what lay at the root of her surrender, but he would exploit the factors at his disposal. He reached down with his hand, stroking the soft mound of her stomach, then parting the soft wisps of hair which guarded her entrance.

Despite her obvious pleasure in his touch, she stiffened. He paused, but only for a moment, enough to allow her to accept, to comply.

He would not force her, though she was not to know that. She relaxed, her muscles softening and she spread her thighs for him.

“Beautiful, little Pict,” he whispered into the shell of her ear. “Trust me. I will not hurt you.”

“Y-you mean to take a switch to me,” she murmured back.

“Not tonight. Tonight, I shall hear your cries for an entirely different reason.”

Meet Ashe

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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The Viscount’s Pet

Today on NEBT EBookI have Kryssie Fortune here and she is going to answer a few questions you might have about her writing, then I’ll show you what is new in the world of Regency England…

Does writing energize or exhaust you?

Definitely energize. I get bad tempered if I don’t do something to inch my writing forward every day.  (blogger note: Must give Kryssie time to create)

Ballpoint or fountain pen?

Ball point. I write in a notebook, type up, then read it through before moving on to the next chapter. (blogger note: That is a lot of work… )

NOW, onto our book!

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When her brother tries to force her into a marriage with a detestable baron, Julianna Halstead flees the family estate she has helped manage since the death of her parents. But as she makes her escape late at night, Juliana’s carelessness nearly results in her being trampled by a galloping horse, and the steed’s handsome rider takes it upon himself to correct her right then and there.

 

Though having her bottom bared and soundly spanked on the side of the road leaves Juliana blushing crimson, the punishment arouses her intensely and her body’s helpless response cannot be hidden. To make matters worse, the gentleman over whose lap she was so firmly chastised turns out to be none other than Viscount Stonehurst, someone she has known since childhood.

 

When Stonehurst learns of Juliana’s predicament, he decides to make her his bride. She will be no ordinary wife, however. She will be something much more shameful. But even as she is leashed, collared, and put on display in a cage wearing only a tail, then brought out to be used in ways no proper lady should enjoy, will Juliana come to love her new life as the viscount’s pet?

 

Publisher’s Note: The Viscount’s Pet is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used and His Innocent Bride. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

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Excerpt

A single tear slipped through her defenses. She blinked and wiped it away. If he said another word, she’d shatter. Anger that he’d spanked and insulted her welled up inside her. She couldn’t decide which hurt more—her bruised ribs or her sore bottom.

Misery blocked her throat and dried her mouth. She’d probably deserved that spanking since her failure ten years ago cost Susanna her life. She’d blamed herself when she heard the French had killed Stonehurst. That her childhood scheme hadn’t sent him to his death was the only bright spot in her miserable evening.

As they rode, her brief spark of anger faded into despair. She never made a sound, but tears flowed down her cheeks.

“Damn it,” Stonehurst muttered under his breath, “don’t cry.”

Despite the balmy summer night, she couldn’t stop shivering. He tightened his arms, pulling her toward him. When he buried his face in her hair, she thought he inhaled in her favorite floral perfume. She hoped it pleased him. His citrus and herbal cologne certainly delighted her.

When he reached the rose garden, the musky scent of the flowers lingered, heady and intoxicating. Despite his wooden leg, he slid easily from the saddle and helped her dismount. His hands rested a few seconds too long on her waist. She relaxed and leaned toward him, but his severe expression condemned her. While her past actions deserved his scorn, it still crushed her.

As if he couldn’t stop himself, he tugged her against him. His mouth slammed against hers, claiming, dominating, and possessing. A soft moan flowed from her. When she nestled into his embrace, her heart told her she’d come home.

He tangled his hands in the loose strands of her hair and anchored her lips to his. As his tongue traced the seam between them, she opened for him. He tasted of fresh lemons and spearmint. His kiss was all-consuming and addictive, a sinful delight that flooded her soul with joy.

The longer he held her, the more she relaxed. Everything about him made her feel sheltered and safe. Deep down she knew it was an illusion. He’d already sided with her brother, and her ribs would suffer for it.

Confused by the feelings he roused in her breast, her grip on reality faded, and she responded with unexpected eagerness. Wrong or not, she’d savor this moment of pleasure. Something hot and sensual sizzled between them. Unable to resist, she slid her arms around his neck, and ran her foot up and down his right calf.

When he crushed her against his chest, the added intimacy made her heart pound and her knees weak. Only, given their past, they could never have a future.

 

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Some of Cal’s spankings she could certainly do without…

Some of Cal’s spankings she could certainly do without. But sex – there was no way she was giving that up! 

 

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PK Corey and another spankalicious book:

 

Searching for Home

 

Book 4 in the Cal’s Law series

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 PK Corey 

 

 

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Jenny is happily married to her strong, gorgeous sheriff. She has great friends and a good job. But life is never perfect is it? Within a short time, she and Cal have to move from the home they rent, need to move in with his parents and receive life-changing news from her mother’s lawyer. Jenny’s friend and boss, Allie, has her share of problems too – money woes, grabby clients and burglaries near her work.

When they try to keep their worries from their protective husbands, they find out what it means to have an alpha man to deal with. After the girls are attacked at work, things seem to go from bad to worse. Taking on adult responsibilities is never easy as they’re finding out the hard way. Good thing they have their older friends, Cassie, Sue, Annie and Lily to fall back on.

 

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The bastard had followed her! He’d come into her own home! The utter fury she’d felt since that morning seemed to surge into Allie’s right arm and she rounded on him. “You son-of-a-bitch! I’ll kick your ass!” she shouted as her fist plowed into his face so hard, he went down. With her right leg raised for a well-aimed kick, she heard Ryan shout, “Stop, stop! It’s me!” 

“What’s happening?” came a shout from the other end of the house. With adrenalin still surging, Allie tried to refocus. She knelt down next to Ryan, helping him sit up. 

He had his hands pressed to his face as he let out a loud, “Ow!” 

Allie heard someone shout, “What’s going on? Who’s here?” Then another shout, “Allie, are you okay?” 

She looked up to see Cassie and Sue charging down the hall. Cassie was in the lead, but it was Sue who was holding Allie’s cast iron frying pan above her head. 

“What happened? Is he still here?” Cassie was demanding, shouting above the music. Allie, ignoring her mother-in-law, was hovering over Ryan. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” “Stop!” shouted Ryan above the din. “Allie, turn off the damn music,” he commanded, and she hurried to comply.

She came back quickly and knelt beside Ryan as silence filled the house.

“What happened?” Cassie asked for the third time. “Did someone break in? They’re not still here, are they?”
Ryan got to his feet. “Sue, will you put that damn thing down before you kill somebody?” Sue lowered the frying pan but still looked around warily.

“I guess I should be glad Allie wasn’t holding it,” Ryan said.
Allie gently pulled his arm down from his face so she could see the damage. It was bad. 

His eye was swelling fast and she could see the angry-looking red skin that would eventually develop into a serious black eye. 

You did this?” Cassie asked Allie in a stunned voice.

 

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Meet PK Corey

 

After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-six-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service. 

 

I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.

 

My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My Cal’s Law series, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together. 

 

I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers. You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com

 

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Bound to the Past

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LIBBY CAMPBELL

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Bound to the Past

The Lighthouses of Devmaer, prequel

 

Will they finally find the love that was denied to them?

 

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Freja, rescued from the flesh markets of Silvelea at a young age, has learned firsthand how difficult life is for orphan girls on the planet of Devmaer. Her “rescue” landed her in the harsh world of Matron Cass Warren’s Girls Crib, where young girls are groomed to be sold off as mates to the highest bidder as soon as they reach maturity.

At eighteen Freja was drawn to Déak Ryba, the first man to ever show her kindness. But he didn’t stand a chance against Iwon Sándor’s money and power. Iwon claimed Freja’s hand, condemning her to a miserable life of abuse and neglect.

After three long-suffering years, Freja’s matehood was cut short by his untimely death.

For the first time in her life Freja finds herself free – free to work like a slave to repay the staggering debts Iwon left her. During her final ritual as his widow, a freak accident sweeps her out to sea and remarkably, right back into Déak’s arms.

Can the love that Déak and Freja once shared possibly have survived long years of separation? Will they finally claim the shared life that was denied them? Or will their happiness be stolen again by the sinister forces circling at the edge of their lives?

This novella is a prequel to Bound To The Admiral, book 1 in The Lighthouses of Devmaer series. It introduces the alien world of the planet Devmaer as well as some of the minor characters.

While it is a part of a series, it has a satisfying ending and can be read as a standalone.
Disclaimer: Bound to the Past is a second chance, fantasy-world romance. Along with a happily-ever after ending, it has some very steamy scenes, including elements of power exchange and discipline.

 

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“I’ll take the rest of your clothes now.” [Déak said]

Freja hesitated and he delivered a sharp smack to her bottom through her wet panties. “When I tell you to do something, My Innocent, I do it for your own good and I expect you to obey. Immediately.” His tone was imperious, but his eyes glowed with tender humor. “We’ve wasted too much time for you to play coy now.”

He hadn’t forgotten her. He’d measured their separation like she had, aware of lost time. And he’d remembered how she responded to a loving whack.

Hastily she stripped off her wet t-shirt, unsure of why she’d been even slightly reluctant to do as he said. Hadn’t she dreamt of this reunion for years? She needed to lay herself open to him, body and soul. When she peeled off her bra, her nipples stood erect, as hard as stones. Déak looked at them and the color of his hair darkened from blue to blue-black immediately. He walked back to the rickleberry bush and hung her t-shirt and bra next to her jeans. She followed him a few paces, determined not to let him out of her sight.

Her breath quickened at the signs of his arousal. She longed to rake her fingers through his gorgeous mane, to press her curves against his sculpted body again but this time with no flimsy cloth separating them.

 

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Don’t miss any of Libby Campbell’s great books:

 

The Lighthouses of Devmaer

Bound to the Admiral

 

Time Travel:

His Land, His Law

A Time For Will

 

Contemporary Romance:

Festive Fire – a Christmas romance

Romancing the Coasta 3 book box set. Individual titles available separately.

Simon in Chargea 3 book box-set. Individual titles available separately.

 

Libby Campbell in her own words:

 

My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.

Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club.

Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.

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

 

Ask Libby:

What was your inspiration for Bound to the Past?

 

I wrote this book as a gift to readers. I wanted to invite them into the alien world of Devmaer, to meet some of the wonderful characters who live there.

 

Of course, the ocean is involved. One of favorite almost-daily things to do is walk the rocky beaches near my home. It was on one of those walks that this story started to take shape.

 

What happens both below and above the waves interests me. This is the first time in any of my books that any of the action is underwater.

 

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