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Viking Surrender-JERRIK

 

VIKING SURRENDER SERIES:

 

JERRIK

by

Felicity Brandon

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Exciting news!

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.

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Vikings : The Prologue by Ashe Barker (Viking Surrender #1) Essential reading to
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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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Happy Reading… your Viking warrior book boyfriends await

 

“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

Who says the holidays are over? Pick up this delightful short read by a talented author and friend. Extend the wonderful feeling you enjoyed just days ago with:

 

Holiday Hope

by

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?

This book is offered free as a thank you to everyone who reads my books. Happy holidays however you spend them.

Disclaimer: Holiday Hope is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women, power exchanges, and explicitly sexual situations. These scenes are fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

 

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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.”

 

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

 

The Lighthouses of Devmaer

Bound to the Past, prequel – FREE for a limited time here

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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Bound to the Past

On this week’s Neverending Blog Tour, we have:

 

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LIBBY CAMPBELL

and her new book:

 

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.

 

Buy link: Amazon

Available free for a limited time here.

 

 

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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She was sent to them to protect…

She was sent to them to protect and became a responsibility they couldn’t resist.

Today on NEVERENDING BLOG TOUR it is my pleasure to visit with

B.J. Wane

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B.J. Wane has brought with her Book 5 in her series Cowboy Doms.

 

If you haven’t picked up one of these books, now is the time with cold winter nights that need to be filled.

 

This is what this one is about:

After Kelsey Hammond was assaulted, her former FBI foster parent’s pleaded with Submitting to two Doms-BJ Coverher to spend a few weeks with their friends in Montana while they investigated the incident. Since she would do anything for them, she grudgingly agreed, wondering how she would pass the time on a ranch in the middle of nowhere without going stir crazy. As soon as she caught sight of her two hosts, Greg Young and Devin Fisher, she decided what better way to take her mind off her troubles than with an affair with one of them.

Ex-FBI agents, Greg and Devin, vowed never to get personally involved with another woman under their protection after their last case ended in tragedy. When their former boss asked for their help, the two best friends butt heads over how to answer them. Between the insecurity reflected in Kelsey’s blue eyes, the desperation behind her flirtations and discovering her submissive side, both men found themselves succumbing to the petite blonde.

While Kelsey basked in the dominant attention of both her cowboys, she continued to insist she couldn’t wait to get back to her life in Philadelphia. It wasn’t until the threat against her was verified that the truth came out about her past and a few disturbing mishaps occurred that Greg and Devin had to consider one of their guests was there to harm the woman they’d both grown to care for. It took the guys saving her life, freeing her to return home for Kelsey to realize home really was where the heart was and hers was in Montana with her two cowboys.      

 

Good, right?

 

Here is a sample to whet you appetite. (PG17)

 

He swore as she spun around and took two steps toward the open door, twitching that cute ass he was sure, on purpose. He understood she was put out by her circumstances and that the ranch offered little in the way of pastimes she was used to. But that was no reason to break his vow not to involve himself on a sexual or personal level. She tempted him, he wouldn’t lie, but not enough to go down that slippery road again with a woman he’d sworn to protect.

After ensuring they were alone in the stable, Greg decided an example of those consequences he mentioned wouldn’t threaten his resolve if he delivered just enough to deter Kelsey from her set course and spare her the embarrassment of Devin’s reaction. Reaching her in two, long-legged strides, he grasped her hand and tugged her back into the stable.

“You need to heed my warnings better, and remember, I don’t bluff.” Ignoring her startled gasp, he yanked her into the crook of his arm, pinned her against his side and delivered five rapid swats on her upturned, jean-clad butt, putting just enough force behind them she would experience a twinge of discomfort and nothing more.

“Hey! What? Holy shit!” Kelsey’s strident cry ended on a gasp, and much to Greg’s surprised annoyance, she lifted her ass for the last slap, as if embracing the humiliating experience instead of balking at it.

Helping her upright, he kept hold of her upper arms as he gauged her reaction. Fuck if the rose hue blooming on her face and dilation of those large eyes didn’t hold a hint of excitement. Not only he, but Devin would be hard pressed keeping their hands off her if they learned she possessed a submissive streak and she kept up with her cock-teasing innuendos.

 

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Here is a little about B.J.

 

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking.  My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.

 

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Marriage, Sex, and Spanking…

They go together like bread and butter unless you think your husband might want you dead!

 

 

Kryssie Fortune

is here today on the

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to tell us about her Regency Romance,

HIS INNOCENT BRIDE

 

 

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HIS INNOCENT BRIDE

 

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Publisher’s Blurb

Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village, Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood, yet when she caught the handsome gentleman’s eye he wasted no time in making her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways of enticing a man.

When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea’s plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea’s life is threatened by her mother’s vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?

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

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Excerpt  PG

Stonehurst’s eyes shone with mischief. “Your wife came to my establishment earlier. She offered me five guineas to fuck her.”

Deanswood spluttered and almost spat out his brandy. “She did what?”

Stonehurst leaned back and savored a second sip of his wine. “Do you want me to repeat it? After you’ve drawn everyone’s gaze? I didn’t take her money or screw her, of course. Let’s find somewhere to talk.”

Anger turned Deanswood’s features haughty and harsh. Fists curled, he glowered at his friend. Make that former friend. He’d rather beat Stonehurst senseless than talk. “You keep your bloody hands off her.”

All Deanswood had wanted was an heir and a spare. Instead, his wife barred him from her bed—unless a quick screw with no foreplay or kisses once a month counted. He’d rather have stayed single.

He’d dreamed of a wife with a warm smile and sweet nature. Curves that made his mouth water and his palms twitch would be a bonus. Leg-shackling himself to Alethea Allerton was the biggest mistake he’d ever made.

He should have made it clear that he expected to bear his children and submit to the occasional spanking. In return, he’d teach her about passion, bondage, and obedience. Until his mother-in-law collared him in the library, he’d been looking forward to his wedding night. His mother-in-law’s words had kyboshed that.

Stonehurst struggled to contain his laughter. “So, what really happened on your wedding night?”

“It’s none of your business,” Deanswood snapped.

Unabashed, Stonehurst grinned. “Your wife made it my business. Her dress sense is shocking. Is that why you couldn’t perform last night?”

Stonehurst was right. Alethea had involved him in the tangled mess of her marriage. “Did Alethea say I couldn’t… Of course, I could… Damn it, I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“It might help to talk about it,” Stonehurst suggested.

Deanswood sighed. “Nothing else seems to. After I’d thrown Lady Babs out, my new mother-in-law collared me in the library. She read me an endless lecture on the sins of marital sex. I’d rather take a dressing down from Wellington than endure that again.”

Inwardly, Deanswood fumed. Why the hell had his wife waited until after the ceremony to send her mother to tell him she didn’t want sex? He supposed she was eager to get her grasping hands on his fortune.

When he learned his wife planned to cuckold him, his eyes narrowed and lips thinned in anger. A trip to Gentleman Jackson’s boxing salon beckoned. Going a few rounds with the champion might calm his soul.

Stonehurst’s teasing manner vanished, and he held up both hands, palm out. “I never touched her. We’re attracting too much attention. Walk with me.”

Deanswood had fought alongside Stonehurst in the Peninsular War and again at Waterloo. They’d shared too much to fall out over a woman. That said, Stonehurst enjoyed the earl’s discomfort far too much.

 

Have you ever wondered…

 

Kryssie, Tell us about your writing process and the way you brainstorm story ideas.

Brainstorm? It’s more like batter them to death with a hammer. I start with a random scene in my head and work out how people got there. Sometimes that one scene doesn’t even make it into the story. Once I’ve got the first draft finished, I edit, and edit, and edit. The first readthrough is to check the plot works. The next three are to polish the words. After that, I print it out and read it again. Words look different on paper. Next, I read it out loud. Then, and only then, do Iet my husband read it. Not that he’s a romance fan, but I’m dyslexic. He sees things I don’t.

After all that, my editor still makes changes. 

 

More about Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie reads everything and anything, from literary fiction to sizzling romance. Her earliest memory is going to the library with her mother. She can’t have been more than two at the time. Reading, especially when a book’s hot and explicit, is more than a guilty pleasure. It’s an obsession. 

Kryssie loves to visit historic sites, from Hadrian’s wall to Regency Bath. The first book she fell in love with was Georgette Heyer’s The Unknown Ajax. After that, she devoured every regency book she could. Part of Kryssie’s psyche lives in in in Regency London. She longs to dance quadrilles and flirt behind fans. Of course, Kryssie’s heroines do far more than flirt. 

Kryssie lives in Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast –about thirty miles from Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. She enjoys gardening, travel, and socializing with her author friends. You’d be surprised how many erotic romance authors live in the North of England!

 

 

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In the beautiful Pacific Northwest, three feisty women are living happy lives of financial independence and social autonomy.

None of them are aware of the storms gathering on the edges of their orderly worlds, about to challenge everything they thought they wanted from life.

The winds of change arrive in the shape of three sexy alpha men.

These men shun political correctness as they seek to challenge, conquer, protect, and possess the strong gorgeous women who intimidate mere mortals.

Here is a nibble of what’s inside this box set:

Excerpts (ages 18+):

Seeing Ronnie:

[Del catches Ronnie snooping at the house where they are attending the engagement party]

“Let’s put it this way, you can take a spanking and we’ll draw a line under this incident.” Del stepped closer to her. “Or I can march you downstairs, past all the guests, and we’ll show Simon how I just found you and what you had in your hand.”

Ronnie pictured all the gathered dignitaries: people of wealth and influence from all walks of life. Politicians, business people, artists, dancers, writers, musicians, all milling around downstairs. Everyone who was anyone for a hundred miles was at this party.

Her face burned at the thought of the public humiliation. She’d be ridiculed for months to come.

“Okay I’ll take the stupid spanking—on one condition.”

“Which is?”

“You can’t tell a soul.” Her voice came out wheedling, but his expression didn’t change. In the midst of her anger and bluster, another sensation simmered, a strange, tangled response to his threat, to the way he stood in front of her, his face stony and resolute.

Moistness dampened her panties and her nipples tightened.

Del seated himself at the end of the bed. “That’s fair enough. For now. If you behave for the rest of the day, you have my word that this will stay between the two of us. Now take off your hat, lift your skirt and lie across my knees. You may leave your panties on. This time.”

“This time?” she snorted. “Like you really think this is ever going to happen again?” Ronnie’s face was so hot she was sure it would combust.

“The longer it takes you to present yourself, the worse this is going to be.” Del’s voice dropped to an ominous level.

She glanced around the room to make sure no one could see or hear what was about to take place. Without asking Del, she darted over to the French doors leading to the upstairs balcony and closed them, shutting out the murmur of laughter and conversation drifting up from the lawn below. She hoped fervently that she had also cut off any noise from the bedroom traveling the other way.

When she got back to where Del sat, her mouth dry and palms sweating, she fumbled her hat off and placed it on the chair by the fireplace. Her long red hair fell across her face, partly shielding the embarrassed blush coloring her cheeks.

“I’ve never been spanked before,” she said in a mouse-like voice and hated herself for her timidity. She stood before him, staring at her feet.

“Then you’re overdue, aren’t you?” Del took her hands in his. He brought one then the other to his lips before looking up at her and speaking again. “This will hurt but it won’t be anything you can’t bear. If it really gets to be too much, simply say safeword and I will stop. Then we will have to find another way for you to pay for your misbehavior. I think you’ll find that a spanking is the fastest and easiest way to atone. Do you agree?”

Ronnie nodded, biting her lip.

Holding Cynthia:

Cynthia is about to move to the West Coast to be closer her daughter. As her plane touches down in her new city, she steels herself for the new life ahead. When she finds Antony, someone she thinks of as a dear friend, waiting at the arrivals gate, a wave of gratitude and desire floods through her.

She is tired and aching beyond all memory, so Antony takes charge. Very quickly, he realizes there is something wrong, very wrong, with Cynthia’s health. He insists that she see a doctor.

She says he is overprotective. He agrees. He is also determined to look after her if she won’t look after herself. A trip over his knee shakes Cynthia to the core. In spite of herself she likes – she wants – this loving correction.

Is Antony too much, too soon, or is he just what the doctor ordered?

Excerpt

[Antony is about to give Cynthia a massage after her bath. He knows she is unwell and wants her to take better care of herself.]

“Not yet,” he said. “Lie down on your stomach. I told you I’m a bit of a masseuse.” He threw back the covers. “You’re about to get the full Antony Jacobson treatment.”

She didn’t argue even though her sulky face said she wasn’t happy about being nude. Too bad, he liked her that way. She had a beautiful body. Not perfect like a younger woman’s, but one that satisfied the Japanese definition of beauty called wabi-sabi, an appreciation of life’s imperfections and impermanence. Cynthia was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen.

Pouring oil onto his palm, he rubbed his hands together to heat it. He started at the base of her spine, gently moving up toward her shoulders. “I’m just doing a bit of effleurage to warm and ease your muscles. I’m not going to do anything too dramatic today. I’m not skillful enough to give you what you really need. That’s okay because you’ll get more appointments with Tiffany [the massage therapist] and give me the dates and times so I can make sure I get you there.”

Cynthia’s face was turned sideways on the pillow. Her garbled reply was something like, “I don’t know if I have time for more appointments.”

He stopped massaging and with an oily hand smacked her right butt cheek. Hard.

“If you don’t have time for Tiffany, you’re going to collect a whole more of those from me, understood?”

Silence.

Slap.

“I said, understood?”

“Yes! I understand. You’re ruining a perfectly good massage.”

“No, you are by not answering me appropriately. Remember rule number one: look after yourself?” His hands trailed from her shoulders down to her waist. She said nothing.

Antony stopped massaging.

Cynthia said quickly, “Yes, I remember.”

“After watching you today, I’ve decided rule number one is look after yourself and engage in a program of aggressive self-care.”

“Aggressive self-care?” she said it like a question.

“By that I mean you should carve out at least one to two hours a day when you do nothing but look after yourself. That might be napping or going for a walk. It might just be reading a book. Find the things that you want to do, that keep you centered. Be sure to include exercise, massages when you need them and preparing proper meals, to make sure you’re getting a decent diet. Tu me comprends?”

She smiled at his use of the familiar noun-verb combination.

“Yes, I understand. I understand that your accent isn’t improving.”

Antony smiled too, before smacking each buttock cheek half a dozen times. She tried to put her hands back to stop him but he was too fast.

“This is just the beginning of some changes in your life that you may not like. But you will adapt to them or risk a lot more time over my knee. Laugh all you like but my rules are only going to get firmer.” He started massaging the tops of her thighs. “You up to the challenge?”

“Ha. I know I am, but what about you?” she teased.

“There’s nothing I’d rather do with my time.”

Trusting Ingrid:

Ingrid Nickel doesn’t want to go into rehab. Again. She tried it once but it didn’t work.

When she meets Lachlan Morrison, the connection is electric. She sees a handsome man, directing and challenging, who won’t be intimidated by a powerful woman like her. He sees a woman whose bluster and sarcasm is a cover for something deep inside her that is badly broken.

The daughter of a grifter, Ingrid has grown up street-wise and lawless. Lachlan has rescued more than one creature whose bark was worse than its bite.

Will his stern, loving magic work on Ingrid?

Trusting Ingrid

“So you can trust me, we should have a safe word.”

“Safe word?” her voice was almost inaudible.

“Yes, a word you can say to tell me that you’ve had enough. When you simply cannot stand another second of what I’m doing to you.”

“So I can stop the spanking whenever I want?”

“That’s not the intention, but of course you could. Just as you could stop the intimacy between us whenever you want. One won’t necessarily lead to the other, but any overuse of the safe word would undermine what the spankings are all about. If you use the safe word more than once, that would very likely end our relationship.” He hugged her a little tighter. “The safe word is only meant to be used in extreme circumstances. It’s an escape hatch. You wouldn’t use it any more than you’d call 911 because you couldn’t get a taxi on a wet day. The word will be there to help you, not carry you past some minor level of discomfort. I have years of spanking experience. Believe me, I have a fair idea of how much you’ll be able to bear.”

Ingrid digested what he was saying, wishing to hell that he’d just get on with it and stop making her think so much. She was thrumming from the mere idea of being over his knee. Didn’t he warn her that cock teasing would get her spanked? How was it fair that he could make her so horny and do nothing about it without consequences?

“What do you want to use as your safe word?”

“I have to choose one?” This was too damned hard already. She had to consent to the spanking. On top of that, she had to choose her own freaking safe word? Then she had to not use it in case that convinced him that she was trying to stop more than the spanking? She wasn’t prepared for any of this, no more than she was prepared for the way he seemed to be taking over her life. “I don’t know. I can’t think of one just like that, like pulling ideas out of the air.”

Lachlan chuckled. “You’re pretty defenseless already, aren’t you? Okay I’ll choose one for you. How about rescue.”

“Yes, that’s just fine. Thank you very much.”

Lachlan unwrapped his arms from around her, and taking her wrist, spun her to face him. After what they’d just talked about, she couldn’t look him in the eye.

“You’re all shy now are you, lass?” For a second his voice took on the strong Scottish accent that frequently crept into Glyn’s speech.

Ingrid’s body vibrated in response. Let’s get the spanking over with, she thought. I can’t wait for the main feature.

Lachlan reached for her cardigan, pushing it off her shoulder. “It’s time for you to strip so we can start today’s session.”

“Strip?” She tried to wriggle away, but Lachlan caught her wrist in a tight grip. “Yes, strip. For one thing I want to feast my eyes on your gorgeous body. For another, being naked is a deeper form of submission. Laying yourself bare is an important ritual that says you accept what is coming.” Ingrid bristled, successfully wrenching away from him this time.

“All my clothes?”

She liked the word relationship. She wasn’t so fond of the word strip.

Lachlan stepped past her, closer to the fire. “Okay. It’s your first time. I think naked from the waist down will be enough. Then you will come over here.”

He pushed an ottoman in front of the hearth. “You will kneel in front of this, your bottom facing the fire, your upper body pressed into the top of it. Now you know the reason for the raised hearth; it delivers heat to upraised buttocks without scorching the lower legs or feet.”

“It was designed with that thought in mind?”

“Absolutely. Glyn and I discussed it at length.”

The image of Glyn and Lachlan analyzing the correct height to set a hearth, so a fire could pre-heat a woman’s bottom for a spanking, left Ingrid speechless. A faint mewing sound escaped her.

Lachlan smiled slightly. “Are you ready?”

Ingrid nodded, afraid to attempt words.

“Sit down, I’ll help you take off your boots.” His voice sounded kind, like a gentleman casually offering to help a lady remove her coat.

Ingrid slumped as Lachlan knelt at her feet. He unzipped the boots, loosened her boot stays, and with more tenderness than she’d have guessed possible, slid first one boot off and then the other.

He laid them on the ground beside her. Time slowed to a crawl for Ingrid. Shocked by how direct he was, how clearly his plans were laid out, she sat dumbfounded for a minute. Start with the easy things, she told herself and began to peel off a sock.

“Leave your socks on,” Lachlan said.

She looked at him quizzically.

“You don’t know? I’ll explain later.” Lachlan stood, moving away from her again. “Take off your jeans and panties. Now. Then assume the position. Don’t make me ask you twice.”

Disclaimer: The Romancing the Coast boxset contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in collection should be interpreted as Blushing Book’s or the author’s advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

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The Simon in Charge series:

 Simon Says (book 1)

Winning Sadie (book 2)

Sadie Says I Do (book 3)

Three-book box set – Simon in Charge

A Time For Will

Novellas in Christmas anthologies: 

Prairie PromiseA Spanking Good New Year anthology

Love at Last Flight12 Naughty Days of Christmas anthology

 

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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Question time with Libby Campbell

Q: All the women in your books seem to be pretty well set up with careers and jobs when they meet their matches. Is this a coincidence?

When there is a real inequity between partners, especially where he is richer, taller, older, bigger etc, then he has the dominant advantage to start off with. I want my alphas to have more of a challenge, so I level the playing field.

I give her a lot of the status that might otherwise be part of his allure. If her life has a solid foundation, then he must work harder to impress and capture her.

Q: Where did the ghosts come from in Seeing Ronnie?

The small city where I live isn’t that old. It was first settled in the mid-nineteenth century, but it is considered one of the most haunted spots in Canada. Ronnie’s ghosts are based on a story told to me by one of my most “show me, I’m from Missouri-type” friends.

He was working as auditor downtown and turned up early at a new location one day. As he entered the ground floor of two-story office building, he heard voices and the sound of an old-fashioned industrial saw running somewhere close. That was odd, he thought, as he was in the middle of the city with no industry nearby.

As he walked up the stairs, he encountered a pocket of icy air, even though it was a hot July morning. The sound disappeared on the other side of the cold cell.

Later he learned the building was known to be haunted by the sawmillers who’d died on that spot a hundred years before.

Right after that, I started writing Ronnie and ghosts appeared almost the minute she stepped onto Seguro Island.

Two fierce Celtic Warriors…

 … with a thirst for vengeance, and the proud Viking lady with the strength to submit.

 

Hey,

Happy February!

I’m here again with Ashe Barker, an author I have enjoyed for a number of years. Today, for all you Viking Spanking Romance readers, you are in for a treat.  Find a link to the first chapter somewhere in this post. Enjoy!

Ashe brings us a stand-alone sequel to Conquered by the Viking.  YUM!

 

HER CELTIC MASTERS

by

Ashe Barker

 

 

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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.

 

 

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“You should not come in,” she whispered when they arrived there. “Someone might see…”

Bowdyn shrugged. “Would you prefer we fuck you out here? I am quite convinced we would attract much more attention were we to try that approach.”

“Do not be ridiculous,” she hissed.

“Kristin is right. It is much too cold to contemplate such a notion.” Nyle reached around her to open the door. “Come, we shall build a fire and make ourselves comfortable within.”

Kristin stood in the middle of her home, her hands on her hips and her irritation rising almost as quickly as her apprehension. She watched as the Celts set about the homey tasks of tending to the fire, lighting lamps and helping themselves to her—well, Merewyn’s—mead. Once matters were arranged to their apparent satisfaction, Nyle sat astride the bench she had set closest to the fire pit and beckoned her to approach. Uncertain what else she might do, Kristin obeyed.

He tilted his head to one side and gazed up at her. “You appear somewhat confused, Kristin. And perhaps even a little scared.”

“I am not afraid of you,” she retorted.

“Good. That is as it should be.”

“I am just…” She paused, drew in a breath, “I am not sure what you want me to do. This is all so… so strange to me. I do not know what you expect.”

“We expect you to obey us.” This from Bowdyn, who had approached to stand behind her. “Did we not mention this yesterday?”

“Yes. No… I am not quite sure…”

“Your memory is not usually so unreliable. A spanking will help with that.”

Kristin did not agree but chose instead to take issue with his suggestion that her recollection of events was flawed. “I do remember. I remember that you described me as strong-willed and obstinate.”

“Yes, and those are fine qualities for one engaged in trade. They are less needful in a woman who seeks to please her men.”

“But how? How can I please you? I have no idea what to do.”

“You were wed, were you not? A recent widow when first we met.”

“I do not think my husband shared my bed on more than a half dozen occasions, and even then, he was never…”

Bowdyn cupped her face between both his palms and ceased her halting explanation with a kiss. Just as he had the previous evening, he silenced her with his lips and Kristin melted in his arms.

His tongue probed her mouth as before, the intimacy causing her to clench even more. Bowdyn broke the kiss and nuzzled the end of his nose against hers. “We will tell you what you should do, and you will do it. Yes?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please.”

Bowdyn stepped a pace back and folded his arms. His handsome features took on a sternness she was beginning to recognise. “I intend to spank you. Nyle will watch, and you may rely on him to ensure you remain still and as quiet as possible while you are punished. Then, when you are ready to accept instruction with rather less in the way of argument, we shall proceed to more pleasant pursuits. You will suck my cock, and at the same time Nyle will fuck you.”

She could only gape at him. Kristin had no problem in comprehending his words, but the acts he described were quite beyond her limited experience.

“I believe you have shocked our little Viking, brother. You must learn to be more delicate.” Nyle rose from the bench to trail the backs of his fingers down Kristin’s cheek. “But even so, you should now gather your wits and obey, little one. You may start by removing your clothes.”

 

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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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