Welcome Ashe. I love a good anti-hero and a highwayman is the best kind to exploit, so I’m really looking forward to reading this.
Hi Jaye, and thank you so much for inviting me back 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 readers will 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…
He uses his thumbs to part the lips of my quim, then leans down to plunge his tongue inside. I cannot see what he is doing, but it must be his tongue, for nothing else could deliver such sweet intensity. Soft yet probing, the intimate intrusion sending spirals of raw lust spinning through me.
“Gray… sir!” I exclaim, my fingers gripping the headboard as though to anchor me to this earth.
He ignores my startled squeals, shifting his attention back to that nub he teased just moments ago. I am unsure whether to be disappointed or to urge him on. I do neither, my whole body convulsing as the sensation starts to crest. I am terrified, hurtling toward something I do not comprehend but which draws me on like a siren.
“I warned you, do not take your release until I tell you to.”
He pauses, then, “Ah, my apologies, Imogen. Please disregard that last remark of mine. You may take your pleasure as you will. This time.” He returns to his task, licking and nibbling whilst he trails his fingers through my dripping folds.
I arch, let out a sharp cry as he inserts one long finger inside me. He slides it forward, slow but sure, then swirls it within to caress my inner walls.
“Oh, dear lord.” I am thrashing on the bed, still clutching the headboard but thrusting my hips upward. Another finger enters me and he scissors them inside. I am losing any semblance of control. I fear I may be dying but have no wish to stop or slow down. Quite the reverse, I am driving forward, stretching, seeking, soaring.
Gray lowers his head again and closes his lips around that sensitive bundle of flesh again. He sucks and I am gone.
White light flashes within my skull, my body is spasming. Wave after wave of raw pleasure cascades through me. I am flying, weightless, adrift. His fingers in me, his tongue and lips on me, all conspire to rob me of sense and reason and the merest vestige of control. I care for none of that, so intent am I on milking this flow of carnal delight.
Almost as suddenly as the feeling was upon me, it recedes. Gray’s caresses are slowing, inside and out and my senses gradually return. As do my questions.
“What happened? What did you do?”
The bed shifts again and I know he is standing now, no doubt looking down on my form, still trembling from the intensity of the sensual onslaught he just unleashed. I turn my face in the direction I assume he has gone. “Gray? Please…”
“I told you I am a generous lover, did I not? Now you know what shall be your reward for obedience. You want more?”
“You could do that again?”
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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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