A very warm welcome to my blog, and to Week 180 of My Sexy Saturday, the blog hop where erotic authors share seven scorching words, sentences or paragraphs to spread a little love at the weekend.
Our theme this week is My Sexy Warrior, so I’m sharing a snippet from my recent Highland-themed historical, The Laird and the Sassenach. Blair is every inch the Highland warlord, and he has good reason to be seriously pissed off.
After her half-brother attacks the kinsmen of Blair McGregor, Lady Roselyn of Etal is brought before the stern highland laird to answer for her reluctant, unwitting role in the crime. Once she has told her story, she throws herself at his mercy.
Blair soon realizes that Roselyn is as much a victim of her half-brother as anyone, but his people’s demands for justice cannot be ignored entirely, so he strips the young Englishwoman bare and chastises her firmly with a switch applied to her naked backside.
The painful, humiliating punishment both assuages Roselyn’s guilt and leaves her yearning to be even more thoroughly mastered by the handsome laird. Though Blair makes it clear that she is free to return home, she instead chooses to remain with the him in his castle… and in his bed. Their passion soon blossoms into romance, but can the highlander protect his beautiful Sassenach when the villain who caused them both so much pain tries to tear her away from him?
Publisher’s Note: The Laird and the Sassenach includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Here’s the snippet…
Roselyn flinched as her captor bound her wrists together before her. Her restraints were tight, though not to the point of pain, but even so she felt more vulnerable and isolated than usual. The stern Scot who now held the power of life and death over her was unrelenting though. He grasped her bound wrists and tugged her behind him as he walked across the bailey, then she was unceremoniously lifted and tossed onto one of the loaded carts. Instinctively Roselyn twisted her body but failed to prevent the stab of agony that shot through her ribs and winded her momentarily. She failed to stifle her cry of pain.
“Did I hurt ye, madam?” He sounded surprised. And concerned. “I apologise if I did so, ‘twas not my intent.”
“Nay, my lord. I was startled, is all.”
“Then make yourself as comfortable as ye may. Ye have a long journey ahead.”
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