A very warm welcome to my blog, and to Week 181 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 Sexy saves the day, 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 more used to wielding a claymore than dealing with the intricacies of childbirth. But he’s a flexible man, when needs be…
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…
She groped in the darkness for her husband’s hand. “It is time. The baby is coming…”
He grasped her fingers, turned her hand and kissed her palm. “I know. He will be here with us very soon.”
“I need Betsy. And Elspeth.”
Blair let out a groan. “I know, my love, but you shall have to make do with me. And Aiden.”
Roselyn stifled a whimper. “I mean no disrespect, my lord, but you know nothing of midwifery.”
“What is there to know?” As ever, The McGregor was ready to rise to the challenge. Confidence and self-assurance were all well enough, she would readily concede, but were a poor substitute for experience and knowledge of the intricacies of childbed. Her husband continued unabashed. “We have between us seen more foals birthed than either of us cares to recall. I daresay we can manage a mere Sassenach.”
“I am not a mare, my lord.”
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