A very warm welcome to my blog, and to Week 185 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 to the Rescue, so I’m sharing a snippet from my newest release. Her Rogue Viking is the story of Fiona, and the Viking chief who takes her captive when he raids her Scottish village.
Here’s the blurb…
Though Fiona puts up a brave fight when her village is raided by Vikings, she ends up being carried off over the broad shoulders of Ulfric Freysson, the leader of the Norsemen. The stern, ruggedly handsome warrior quickly makes it clear that she belongs to him now, and her best efforts to escape merely earn Fiona a painful, humiliating switching on her bare bottom.
Her captor’s bold dominance sets Fiona’s passion ablaze, and when he brings her to his bed she cannot help begging for him to claim her completely. As Ulfric begins training her to please him in any way he demands, Fiona finds herself falling in love with her new master, but she soon realizes that there are those among his people who still see her as an enemy. When her life is threatened by a member of his own family, will he stand ready to protect her no matter the cost?
Here’s the snippet. It seems Fiona has two sexy rescuers.
Ulfric stepped closer to the unruly slaves, intent upon showing not the slightest trepidation. He stopped before the man, Taranc. “She is mine now. I told you this. My property.”
“You will not harm her! I—”
“No, I will not. I take care of what is mine. She will be safe.” Ulfric paused, then, “You have my word on this.”
“Your word? What is that worth? The word of a murdering, robbing savage impresses no one.”
“I have offered you the word of Ulfric Freysson, Jarl of Skarthveit. You may rely upon it.” Ulfric stood his ground, his steady gaze unwavering.
Taranc returned his glare. The pair stood almost nose to nose, waves of frustrated fury rolling off the Celt though Ulfric thought the man might be at least considering what he had heard. Long seconds passed before the slave offered a curt nod.
“If you harm her, I shall kill you. You may rely upon that. This is my promise to you, Viking.”
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