Conquered Brides – The Widow is Mine

Today Ashe Barker is visiting and she’s brought along not one book, but five new spanking hot novels.


The Conquered Brides Collection – hot new spanking romance.

Hi Jaye, and thanks for hosting me today. It’s fabulous to be back on your blog.

This is such an exciting week for me as I have a new release out with Stormy Night Publishing, and this time I’m in fabulous company. The Widow Is Mine is part of a new box set, The Conquered Brides Collection, where I’m snuggled up with books by Renee Rose, Dinah McLeod, Sue Lyndon and Korey Mae Johnson.

Picture the scene – a medieval castle somewhere in Europe falls to an overwhelming force. The women of the defeated castle are now the spoils of war, at the mercy of the victorious army. But the Queen of Hohenzollern negotiates an agreement. She will surrender the castle, but any women taken from there by force are to be taken as brides. The collection follows the fortunes of five women who find themselves married to men from the conquering armies, men who will do what they need to do to teach their reluctant new wives how to behave, including a hard bare-bottom spanking.

The Widow Is MineThe Widow Is Mine is the story of Lady Natalia de Chappelle. Widowed twice already, Natalia has no wish to remarry, preferring to live out her days in the seclusion of a convent.

The Duke of Richtenholst has other ideas. He didn’t enter Hohenzollern intending to claim a bride, but something about Natalia appeals to him. In his view she’d make a poor nun, but he suspects has the makings of a passable duchess.

Natalia is bewildered by her new husband, and terrified by him. He is a harsh disciplinarian who punishes disobedience, but the Duke is also the most exciting man she has ever met, not to mention handsome, and kind – when he’s not blistering her bare bottom.



Mont OrgueilI loved writing this story. Like many Brits, I grew up on a diet of history. I was fed seductive tales of dashing knights and their beautiful ladies. School trips were often to the ruined remains of medieval castles, the UK landscape is littered with them. Even now I can’t drive past one, much to the dismay of my family. Over the years they’ve had to get used to my fascination with piles of old stones.


Sir HughHere is one of my personal favourites, Mont Orgueil castle on Jersey, in the Channel Islands. I was there last summer, whilst I was planning to write The Widow Is Mine, and the life-size statue of a medieval knight, Sir Hugh Calvesley provided much inspiration for my own Stefan, Duke of Richtenholst.



Here’s an excerpt from The Widow Is Mine

The duke does not keep me waiting long. He re-enters the tent, halting just inside the doorway to regard me. His features bear an odd expression, somewhere between amusement and regret. But I detect no sign of a reprieve.

“Are you all right, my lady?”

I nod.

“Ready then?”

Again I nod, but not so fast this time. I know this is going to happen. There is no merit in drawing it out. But even so…

The duke strides over to the table and pulls out one of the chairs. He turns it to face the bed and seats himself upon it. His bare torso is glistening, droplets of water clearly visible on his skin, and his hair is darkened by the remaining damp. He must have completed his ablutions whilst outside.

“Stop cowering among the furs, Natalia, and get yourself over to me. Now.” His tone has hardened, and the temperature in the tent seems to me to drop. I know better than to delay any longer. This is inevitable, and it is happening now.

I slip from the bed and stand beside it, my weight balanced on my left leg. I cannot resist the urge to cross my arms in front of my chest.

The duke frowns. “You said you were able to walk.”

“Yes, my lord. A little.”

Despite my reply he stands and comes toward me. At his advance my courage fails me and I step back with a small, frightened squeak. I turn to face the wall, cowering, ready to plead for whatever mercy he might see fit to grant me.

He does not speak to me. Instead he places his hands on my shoulders and turns me to face him, then gathers my shivering form against his chest. He enfolds me in his arms, murmuring into my hair.

“Be still, little one, calm down. I mean you no harm.” His hand works large, soothing circles across my back, between my shoulder blades, then reaching lower, to my waist, my soon-to-be spanked bottom.

“My lord, please, I am sorry. Truly.” I am sobbing now, my tears moistening his chest.

He tightens his arms around me, pressing me against him. “Trust me, Natalia. I will take care of you. I would never injure you. This will soon be over.”

“But, I am so scared.”

“I know that, and I know you regret what you did.” He pauses, but continues the calming massage. After a few moments he continues. “I promise you I will be a firm husband to you, but a fair and loving one also. If you cannot bring yourself to accept your punishment now then we will leave it. I will not drag you, weeping and screaming across my knee. But I do want you to accept the discipline you have earned, and to learn from it. If not now, then soon. Can you do that, my lady?”

He does not press for my answer. He just holds me, and he waits.

At last, gulping, I succeed in mustering some semblance of control. And courage. And, incredibly, trust. His words have affected me, in particular his promise not to force his discipline upon me. He is asking me to willingly accept my fault and the consequences of it. I think, now, that I can.

“Very well, my lord. I am ready.”

He uses one hand to tip my chin up, meeting my gaze. He smiles at me, then dips his head to lay a soft kiss across my lips. He releases me from his solid embrace, then turns. He wraps his arm around me, taking my weight.

“I can see that your ankle pains you. Let me help.”

With his aid I make my way to the chair, where he retakes his seat.

“You will lay yourself across my lap, with your hands and feet on the floor.”

I gulp, brush the remaining tears from my face, and chew on my lip for a moment. Then I shuffle to his side. I adopt the position he has instructed, determined to quash my sense of humiliation that he has placed me in such an undignified posture. Sweet Jesu’, let this soon be done.

“That’s good, but could you lift your bottom up a little higher for me please?”

So polite. I have no option but to shift around until I am poised just as he wishes, my bottom raised for him to spank.

“That is fine. I will spank you until I feel you have had enough and I will decide when your punishment is complete. You can make as much noise as you like. I fully expect you to be somewhat vocal. But you are not to move until I tell you to. You will not lift your hands to try to protect your bottom, nor will you kick. You will remain in this position, quite still, until I am finished. Is that clear?”

“Yes, my lord.” I clench my buttocks, anticipating the first spank.

“Do you have any questions about why I am punishing you?”

He seems to be in no hurry to start. I whisper my response, desperate for this to be over. “No, my lord. I know it is because I disobeyed you.”

“Yes, that. And also because of the danger you put yourself in. I left you here to ensure you were safe. By leaving the security of my tent you placed yourself in peril. As your husband it is my responsibility to protect you, to ensure your safety. I will not permit you to compromise that, now or in the future. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. I think so.”

“We will see. But for now…”


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Author Bio:

SONY DSCI’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.

All my books feature BDSM or spanking. 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 alpha males are a given, often paired with women who have a lot to learn.

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3 thoughts on “Conquered Brides – The Widow is Mine”

  1. Hi Jaye, Hi Ashe, congratulations on the release of your new book. The story sounds exciting, I enjoyed the snippet a lot and have it on my TBR list. 🙂

  2. Loved this post. Congratulations Ashe! This sounds like an amazing set and I love the sound of this book. Really enjoyed the snippet. Love how considerate and reassuring he is 🙂 Thank you both for sharing 🙂


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