On to U of the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews.
I am so excited to have Ashe Barker over today! You know I like writing smut and I like reading smut, but I don't like feeling like I am killing brain cells in the process. Ashe Barker has this way of writing really interesting stories that are also hot and steamy, and I feel like I always learn something.
Today is no different! She's educating me a bit on geography before we get all googly eyed and tongue-tied over her big hulking heroes. So I will shut up and throw it over to Ashe:
Hi Casey, and thank you so much for inviting me over to your blog to join in your A-Z Challenge on U day. So, we have U for Ullswater, the setting for much of the action in my latest release, Shared by the Highlanders.
Ullswater is a lake in England’s Lake District. These days it is a hiker’s paradise, and tourists sail up and down the lake in steamers, enjoying the stunning scenery.
Shared by the Highlanders is largely set in the sixteenth century, but I expect the landscape was much the same then as now, minus the steam boats of course.
Here’s a picture, to help set the scene
Shared by the Highlanders was a dream to write, bringing together several of my favourite erotic romance themes - time travel, historical romance, and of course two seriously sexy highlanders. Here’s the blurb…
After she becomes lost in a thick mist while hiking near the borders of Scotland, Charlene Kelly is shocked to encounter two men on horseback. To her horror, the pair—both of whom are dressed in Scottish tartans—accost her and won’t let her go. Though the men speak with accents so strong they seem to come from another era, Charlene is able to gather that they believe she is a thieving boy. Unsure what else to do, Charlene plays along.
When Will Sinclair and Robbie MacBride discover that their captive is in fact a woman—and quite a beautiful one at that—there is only one thing to be done. She must be punished for her deception, and punished thoroughly. A switch applied to her bare bottom does the job well, and soon enough the two men are comforting Charlene as she nurses her bright red, sore backside.
Upon learning that the highlanders are hand-carrying an important message from Elizabeth of England to the court of Mary, Queen of Scots, it finally dawns on Charlene that she is no longer in her own time. Though she is desperate to find a way home, Will and Robbie are both unlike any man she has ever met, and their unabashed dominance awakens in her a powerful need to submit. Soon enough, she finds herself blushing with shame and quivering with desire as she is taken long and hard by two rugged highlanders at once. But can these hardened warriors keep her safe from the perils of a world far more dangerous than the one she left behind?
Publisher’s Note: Shared by the Highlanders is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including threesomes, anal play.
And of course I have an excerpt to share.
One attacker is bad, but I might have a chance. Two is different story altogether. They have clearly mistaken me for a boy, probably due to my unisex weatherproofs and my hair being covered by my hood. I don’t disabuse them of that notion.
"What do you want? Please, let me go. I won't say anything about this, not to anyone." A ridiculous promise, but I'll try anything. I can hear the tremor in my voice so they must too. That irks me. I don't want them to know how scared I am.
"More to the point, laddie, what is it you want, sneaking around the moors in the mist? Were ye thinking to steal from us, maybe ye have an eye on our horses...?"
"Horses? Why would I want your horses? I'm a hiker not a bloody jockey."
I should learn to think before I speak, and a hard cuff around the side of my head shuts me up. My ears are ringing, though I don't think he hit me especially hard. The horror of being thumped is enough to quell my brief flirtation with defiance though. I don't need to see this man upright to be certain he'll dwarf my five foot four, and his companion is equally tall. I know better than to provoke them if they are handy with their fists.
The mountain on top of me eases himself to the side, then gets to his feet. He extends his hand down to me, and I take it without thinking. I'm hauled to my feet as though I'm weightless, to stand shivering in front of him. The other man is behind me, blocking any chance of escape, even if I could see more than a yard in any direction.
"Will ye be keeping' a civil tongue in your head then or do you need further convincing?"
"Let the lad be, Robbie. Can't ye see he's scared? If he was a thief I think we've maybe cured him of that notion. Am I right, boy?"
I nod, then shake my head, not sure what the right response would be. "I'm not a thief. I'm a hiker. I just want to be on my way, and, and..."
"A what?" This from the man in front of me. Robbie?
"A hiker. I'm doing a twenty miler. I'm expected in Glenridding tomorrow." I clamp my mouth shout, immediately realising my mistake. I should have told them I'd be missed later today, or better still that the search parties are already scouring the fells for me. As it is, I've just informed them that no one will notice me missing for another day at least.
"You're doing what? Did you say you were from Glenridding? Is that near here?"
"Yes, about ten miles north. On the shores of Ullswater. The youth hostel is expecting me. If I don't turn up they'll report it and mountain rescue will be up here."
"What are you blathering on about, lad? Why would you not turn up? And what is this youth hostel? Is that some sort of local laird?"
"A... what? No." I peer at him, only now starting to take in his bizarre attire. He is wrapped in a combination of thick furs, and what looks to be tartan. His feet are booted like those of his companion, but his knees are bare. His hair is long, falling loose and tousled to his shoulders, and is a dark auburn colour. His head is uncovered, though he wears stout gloves. His face is handsome, in a harsh, untamed sort of way. Although he must have shaved in the last few days his beard is making its presence felt again. His mouth is full, strong, and I catch the flash of perfect teeth as he grins at my discomfiture. But his most prominent feature is his eyes. They are a brilliant green, reminding me of the rich, lush grass of the lower slopes. He regards me in silence, and appears to be in some doubt now as to what his next move might be. His decision is made for him by the other man.
"It's getting late. We can't continue on in this, and we're likely to lose the horses if we even try. We'll make camp and keep the lad secure till morning. Then we can decide what to do with him."
Robbie nods, the gesture curt. "Aye, good enough. Pass me your kerchief, Will."
By the scuffling and grunting at my rear it seems that the second man is struggling to comply. Robbie gives a low curse and grabs my arm. He tugs me toward the horses, then leans past me to retrieve something from one of the saddlebags. He turns me roughly, hurling me against the worn leather of the saddle. The scent of the horse fills my nostrils, but I hardly have a moment to register that before my hands are dragged behind my back. I try to escape, but he ties my wrists together. The bonds are tight, not painful, but I can't move.
Panic wells again. He's hit me, and now he's tied me up. This is not going to end well. My knees start to buckle
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.
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, rabbits, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.
I have twenty four (at the last count) titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. 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. Strong, demanding Doms are a given, often paired with new submissives who have a lot to learn.
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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