Her Celtic Captor
By Ashe Barker
Stormy Night, 2017
Released 12 August 2017
Historical erotic romance,
Viking romance
HEA ending
#eroticromance
#ashebarker #discipline #dominance
#spanking #Vikingromance #Vikings #historicalromance
As the sister of a
powerful Viking chief, Brynhild Freysson is
used to giving orders and having
them obeyed, which makes
it all the more difficult to accept when she suddenly
finds
herself at the mercy of a Celtic warrior intent on bringing her
back to
his village whether she likes it or not.
Taranc was a leader
of his people before he was taken
captive by Viking raiders, and now that he is
a free man once
more he has no intention of allowing a headstrong Norse
woman
to slow down his journey home with her stubborn
disobedience. When Brynhild
refuses to do as she is told, he
wastes no time in baring her bottom for a
thorough switching,
and he makes it quite clear that she can expect even more
painful and humiliating punishments if she continues to defy him.
Though her hatred of
the Celts runs deep, Taranc’s stern
dominance awakens desires in Brynhild that
she thought she
would never feel again, and when he takes her in his arms
and
claims her properly it is more pleasurable than she
would have thought possible.
But though her passion for him
grows by the day, can she ever truly love a man
whose
people are enemies of her own?
Publisher’s
Note: Her Celtic Captor is a stand-alone sequel
to Her
Rogue Viking and Her Dark Viking. It includes
spankings
and sexual scenes. If such material offends you,
please don’t buy this book
What a great book. This was amazing. This book was so
well-written and as
accurately done as possible. I love
historical romance and this was wonderful. This
is the first
book by Ashe Barker but most defiantly will not be the last.
This is Brynhild and Taranc's story. Hilde is the Viking sister
of Ulfric
who has taken the Celts including the chieftain
Taranc and Fiona hostage to be their
slaves. But Ulfirc falls in
love with Fiona and Hilde is not having it. See she
hates
Celts all of them and most are not aware why. It may be
irrational but
not to her and I can understand why. But
she is
taking out her hate on Fiona and her brother will not have it.
So he
makes a deal with Taranc. I will not go into it but let’s
say she will be mad
when she figures it out. But soon she
learns to live with it till the Vikings
return. Let's hope this time
it won't lead to more pain she has had enough.
Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope you
enjoy this book as much as I did.
If you do like this book,
please consider leaving a review. The Authors really
like it
when you do, they value your opinions too.
"Your hair is
beautiful. It was the first thing I noticed about you."
She snorted.
"The first thing I noticed about you was that you are quite ridiculously
tall. And that you lacked the proper respect due to a Viking woman of the Jarl.
You were far too ready with your demands."
"Aye, I daresay.
And now you appear to be struggling to exhibit the required degree of deference
due the chief of your village. Perhaps I should make more demands of you."
"What... what do
you mean." She stiffened, her slender shoulders tightening as she tensed.
Taranc released his
grip on her hair and laid his palms on the soft skin which covered her
clavicles. He drew his hands in towards her neck, thumbs outstretched, then
began to trace lazy circles with the pads, right at her hairline. She flinched,
and he increased the pressure, seeking out the spot where tension lurked.
"What are you
doing?" Her voice was a breathless whisper.
"Making demands.
Relax, be still. Enjoy."
"I cannot. I do
not like you to touch me..."
"Liar. I shall
not hurt you, and you know it." He kept up the relentless, sensual
pressure, leaning in to kiss the outer shell of her ear as he did so. Brynhild
let out a soft gasp, but offered no further objection.
Her taut and rigid
body softened under his ministrations. He was not certain she even realised she
had done so when she released her tightly folded arms to lay them along the rim
of the tub and leaned back into his gentle embrace. He allowed his hands to
move, reaching forward, then lower to cup the soft swell of both her breasts.
She gasped, her posture tensing again, betraying her disquiet. But she allowed
it.
Taranc caressed the
lower curves, his thumbs now rubbing across her stiff, pebbling nipples. He
longed to take one of the deep pink buds between his teeth but decided to save
that pleasure for another occasion. For now, he had her where he wanted her.
She accepted his touch, at least this far, his intimate exploration of her
body. She was learning to trust him.
He continued to toy
with her nipple as he drew his fingertips down the length of her sternum,
pausing to explore the hollow of her navel before continuing on to tease the
pale blonde curls at the apex of her thighs. He did not suggest she spread her
legs for him as he knew what her answer would be. Instead he kissed her neck as
he slid his fingers through her soft folds., seeking out the pleasure nub he
knew he would find there.
Brynhild almost leapt
from the tub when he reached his quarry. He tightened his grip across her chest
to hold her in place.
"Relax. Be
still. Enjoy." He repeated his sensual demands.
"What are you
doing to me? That feels... wrong. It is not usual to feel so."
"No, perhaps not
until now. It will become usual, I promise." He continued to draw the tip
of his finger across the sensitive nubbin, noting the way it swelled under his
touch. Brynhild trembled in his arms, her tension mounting. Undeterred, he
continued his assault on her confused, untried senses. He was merciless, his
goal clear. As her body spasmed he took the quivering bud between his finger
and thumb and squeezed lightly as she shattered in his arms.
A Special Treat from the Author
Taranc might lust after the Viking
noblewoman, he was a
male and drew breath so how could he not? But he did not
like her, and he had never yet fucked a woman he disliked.
“You shall not raise your hand to me again,
lady, lest you
wish to find yourself upended across my lap and spanked.
Do I
make myself clear on this?"
"Allow me to be plain since I wish there
to be no
misunderstanding between us. You are coming with me.
You will be
silent, and you will be co-operative. If you cause
me no problems we shall get
along quite well, but I will
tolerate no disobedience from you. You have been
warned.
Further attempts to thwart me will result in you being
punished, and a
decent switching will be just the start of it.
Do not test me on this,
Brynhild. You will regret it."
"If you require a demonstration of my
power over you I shall
be delighted to oblige you. A few strokes of my belt
should do
the job."
“You and I find ourselves thrown together by
circumstances.
I do not know how long we shall be in one another’s
company, but
I expect it to be a while. Your obedience and
submission are vital, to my
safety, and did you
and then the matter will be closed. A spanking puts an end
to the matter.”
we would spend the rest of our lives tearing each other
apart.”
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Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠· Ashe Barker ·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you
can expect to see a lot more from her.
Or you can email her direct on ashe.barker1@gmail.com
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