Today I have Ashe Barker over to my blog to tell you about her new book, The Highwayman’s Lady. But before I hand you over to Ashe, take a look at her lovely cover.
What a fabulous cover! And now over to you, Ashe.
Hi Rachel, and thank you so much for inviting me over to your blog to give a shout out about The Highwayman’s Lady. I’m really excited about this story, Gray is a hero I’ve been hatching for a while now, and it just reached the point where he had to emerge. He’s a rogue and no one could mistake him for a gentleman, but I hope you’ll love him as much as I do.
Here’s the blurb…
After the death of her mother, twenty-year-old Imogen Bennett faces the prospect of being coerced into marriage by a scheming relative, but fate intervenes when a masked highwayman accosts her on the road. Desperate to escape the unwanted wedding, Imogen pleads with the mysterious, handsome rogue to rescue her.
Alistair Graham is a proud Scotsman who rebelled against British rule, and since the defeat of the highlanders at Culloden he has taken to robbing rich Englishmen travelling through Scottish lands. He is no gentleman, but he is certainly not a man who would ignore a young woman’s pleas for help, and he agrees to do what he can to assist the beautiful girl he has waylaid.
Imogen finds herself drawn to Alistair, and though he warns her that he expects a woman’s complete obedience both in bed and out of it, she cannot resist offering her virgin body to him. He takes her hard and thoroughly, leaving her utterly spent yet still aching for more, and when her shock at her own wantonness leads her to speak disrespectfully to him he bares her bottom and punishes her soundly.
A highwayman is no suitable match for a lady, however, and Alistair fears that her association with him can only put them both in danger, so he makes her promise that she’ll tell no one about what took place between them and then ensures that she is delivered safely to the home of her honourable cousin in Kirkleven. Yet despite her best efforts to put Alistair out of her mind forever, in her heart Imogen knows she will always belong to the man who rescued her, mastered her, and made her his. But will her highwayman ever return to lay claim to his lady?
Publisher’s Note: The Highwayman’s Lady is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
And an excerpt…
“You want me to undress now?”
“And, you intend to watch me?”
He retreats from me to stretch himself out on my bed. “Was my description of my expectations at all unclear, Imogen?”
“No, sir, I do not believe it was,” I murmur, still unable to bring myself to reach for the fastenings on my gown. It is not so much that I do not wish to be naked before him—quite the reverse in fact, I find the notion strangely appealing. However, the situation has advanced with a turn of speed I find quite startling. I am simply in unfamiliar territory and playing for time. I drop my gaze, then lift my chin to meet his eyes once more. “Please excuse my hesitancy, sir. I am not intending to be difficult, but I have no experience of, of…” I pause, casting around in my head for the right words. I settle on the simple truth. “I find myself somewhat overwhelmed.”
He narrows his eyes at me, his head tilted to one side. “But not unwilling?”
“No, sir.” I meet and hold his gaze, hoping for—something I am unable to articulate.
“Would you like me to help you?” Yes, that was it!
“Could you, sir?” I gaze at him and make a conscious effort not to wring my hands in my nervousness.
“I believe I might since you have been honest with me. I will always appreciate your honesty, Imogen.” He gets to his feet and comes to stand before me again. “Turn around and close your eyes.”
I do as he tells me, trembling a little as he places his hands on my shoulders. He squeezes gently and his breath whispers across my cheek as he leans in to speak to me.
“Despite my words just now, be assured I will do nothing to harm you. If I hurt or frighten you, you may tell me and I will cease or slow down. So, shall we continue?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathe.
“I am about to remove my mask and I shall use it to blindfold you. From the moment I do so, your body is mine to do with as I please. Do you trust me with your body, Imogen?”
“Yes, sir,” I reply, without hesitation. “But I wish you would allow me to see you.”
“It is better this way.” He releases his light grip on my shoulders and moments later the cool fabric of his kerchief covers my eyes. He ties it at the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. I lean back against him and the tension that had built and formed a knot in my stomach starts to evaporate. Matters are no longer in my hands. I am free.
“I am going to remove your gown and your undergarments. You will stand still and only move if I ask you to in order to assist me.” It is a statement, a command, not a request—my first experience of the stern lover I was promised. I relax still further.
Deft fingers loosen the fastenings at my back and my gown drops away from my shoulders. The cool whisper of air against my skin is sensual, almost as arousing as his touch. Gray works quickly, murmuring instructions from time to time. I lean one way, then the other, lift my arms, step out of the pool of fabric when he tells me to. In moments just my shift remains, covering me loosely from shoulders to mid-thigh. Still standing behind me, Gray reaches around to untie the laces between my breasts and draws the soft linen garment down my arms. It catches on my hips, but my breasts are bared. I let out a soft sigh, somehow able to tolerate the intimacy of the moment as I am not called upon to witness it. The blindfold acts as a buffer between myself and the reality unfolding. I am here, but able to distance myself, at least for now.
“You are lovely, Imogen. You quite take my breath away.”
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More about me:
I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.
I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
I live in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors. When not writing – which is not very often these days – my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.
I have around thirty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. I write M/f, M/M, and occasionally ring the changes with a little M/M/f. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too.
I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.
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