VIKING SURRENDER SERIES –
The Prologue and Brandr by Ashe Barker
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Vikings : The Prologue by Ashe Barker (Viking Surrender #1)
Essential reading to find out how it all began … and you can grab this 12000 word appetiser absolutely free from wherever you like to buy your ebooks.
A horde of battle-hardened, ferocious Nordic warriors.
A Pictish village at the mercy of its enemies.
A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides
Delivered into Viking hands, claimed and conquered, each bride must accept that she belongs to her new master. But, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?
The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.
Begin the journey here…
Enter a world of suspense, seduction and adventure, told against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland.
Journey together with indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines, as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.
Brandr : A Viking Warrior Romance (Viking Surender #2) by Ashe Barker
Forced to wed the fierce Viking warlord in order to save her people, Eithne has no choice but to surrender to her powerful and terrifying husband. She submits to his stern discipline, but his tenderness takes her breath away. A man of his word, Brandr means to keep his side of their bargain and will see her village safe and protected from their enemies. But what of Eithne? Who will protect her as she learns to care for this ferocious man who now leads her people and holds her heart in his mighty hands?
Excerpt from The Prologue
“We shall not surrender, nor shall we flee…. this is an unequal contest, and we cannot win. To take up arms against men such as them would lead to certain death.”
“Better to die with honour—”
“Better still not to die at all. I have another idea. We shall negotiate.”
Rhiannon gaped at her. “Are you quite mad? You would have more success seeking to bargain with a wildcat, or that wolf which Ailsa insists upon keeping.”
“They are men, not animals. They will listen to reason.”
“That is a matter of opinion. I still say—”
“For once, Rhiannon, please, just do as you are told. Put down that weapon and go hide with the others. I shall go and speak with these…these…Norsemen.”
“You are bent on this madness?”
“It is the only way…”
“Then, if you insist upon facing them, I shall be at your side. I consider this a foolhardy notion, but I will not let you go alone.”
Despite Rhiannon’s belligerent tone, Eithne had never been more pleased to have her at her side. Theirs was not an easy relationship, it never had been, but Eithne loved her sister by marriage and was proud of her courage. “Ah, my sister. I see your father in you, and your brother. I shall be glad to have you with me, but by all that is holy, you must keep quiet and let me do the talking.” Eithne turned and dashed towards the path leading down into the narrow cove where the Vikings’ ships already swooped in towards the beach. “And put that damned sword away before someone gets hurt.”
“You are muttering to yourself. What are you saying?” Rhiannon scrambled behind Eithne down the cliff path.
“I am trying to recall a few words of Norse. There were Nordic settlers close to my childhood home on Orkney, and I picked up a few phrases. I thought if I were to greet them cordially…”
“You imagine you might resolve this situation by wishing them a pleasant morning and discussing the weather?”
Eithne did not blame Rhiannon for being incredulous. She could barely believe it herself. But if words were to be her weapons, she would do her best to assemble the best ones.
They emerged from the path onto the sand and shingle, at the same instant that the leading dragon ship swept onto the beach. Already the first of the warriors were leaping over the sides into the surf, wading ashore.
“Wait here,” Eithne commanded. “And say nothing.”
She stepped forward. Alone.
Excerpt from Brandr
She was slick already, wet, waiting. He caressed her damp flesh, teasing the sensitive lips, then he curled his middle finger and slipped it within.
Her entrance parted. Eithne gasped and went still. Brandr straightened his finger and slid it all the way inside.
“Oh, sweet Jesus…” Her moans were low, almost hoarse, her mutterings of deities only dimly understood by him, but he got her general gist.
Brandr withdrew his finger, then plunged deep again. He added a second, a third, then lifted his head to look into her eyes as he slowly, thoroughly, fluttered his fingers within her, seeking that one spot where she—
Eithne let out a startled cry, her inner walls clamped hard around his fingers, and her body shook with the force of her first release at his hands. He never broke eye contact while her body convulsed under his ministrations, and continued to stroke and caress until every last shiver and tremble of her spend had been drawn from her. Only then did he kiss her forehead and withdraw his fingers from her tight sheath.
He gathered her close, tucked her up against him, his arm about her slender shoulders. “You should sleep now. Tomorrow will be a trying day, for all of us.”
“But…” She tried to prop herself up on her elbow, but he held her firm. “But you have not… I mean, did you now wish to…to…?”
“I am content with proceedings thus far. Be assured, you would know it if I was not. Now, sleep, Eithne.”
“But I do not understand. You are a man, a Viking, yet you have not taken your pleasure. I would not stop you. I could not…”
“Do you not know that a man’s pleasure lies, at least in part, in witnessing that of his woman? I saw yours, shared it.”
“That is not the same.”
“No, but it is sufficient. Tomorrow, you will become my wife, and I shall fuck you so hard you will probably see stars and your head will spin. Will that be more to your liking, my insatiable, lusty little Pict?”
“See stars? Is that even possible?”
“You will tell me. Tomorrow.