I’m really excited about this story, Gray is a hero I’ve been fantasizing about for a while now, and it just reached the point where he had to emerge. He’s a thief and a rogue and no one at all could mistake him for a gentleman, but I hope readers – and Imogen - 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 – Gray - 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 Gray, 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 Gray 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 Gray 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 a nice spanky excerpt….
I hold my breath, stunned, then whisper my protest. “You hit me! Stop! Let me go!” I am terrified. Despite my accusations and ferocious demolition of his character, Gray has offered me nothing but kindness and gentle treatment up to this point. That has changed and now it is becoming clear he intends to subject me to the same violence I had thought to escape. I lie still, shocked, trembling, dreading what this man might do next.
“I did not hit you. I spanked you. I intend to spank you a lot more, Imogen. But first, tell me why you deserve this.”
“I do not deserve it. Please, let me up.” I am desperate not to cry, not to afford him the satisfaction, but he must hear the catch in my voice.
He drops another sharp slap onto my buttock. I whimper, more from fear than real pain—yet.
“Allow me to clarify then. You let go of the headboard, despite my express instructions. You went on to deny your willingness to share my bed, though not until after the event. Prior to your deflowering you were most enthusiastic. Had you given me the least reason to suspect you were reluctant, I would not have fucked you and you know that, do you not?”
“I did not. I mean… I never intended—”
“Did you let go of the headboard?”
“Did you hear my instruction that you should not? Did you understand it?”
“Prior to removing your clothes, did I not ask if you were unwilling to comply with my specific requirements?”
“What was your answer, Imogen?”
“I, I—Aagh!” Another hard spank focuses my thoughts. “I said I was willing, sir.”
“Did you not beg me to fuck you?”
I am weeping now, bitter tears of contrition and humiliation. He is correct. I did do and say all those things and I meant them. I loved what we did, the things he did to me. At the time. Now, afterwards, I regret my impetuous and uncharacteristic behaviour and in my confused state I tried to shift the blame to Gray. In the deeper recesses of my mind I cling to the belief that whatever the real state of affairs, a true gentleman would accept responsibility, but, as Gray has pointed out, he could not be so described. So I am to be punished for my duplicity—and perhaps for my ridiculously poor judgement in finding myself in this situation at all.
“Imogen, do you understand now why I will spank you?”
I swallow, try to compose myself, then, “Yes, Gray, I do.”
“At last we are getting somewhere.”
He proceeds to drop sharp, stinging slaps across my unprotected buttocks, not too hard at first, but fast gaining in intensity. I squeal, try to reach back with my hands to cover my smarting bottom but he just captures my wrists again and holds them in the small of my back. My kicks and squirming are dealt with in short order as he lifts one solid, muscled leg to cover both of mine and holds me pinned in place, defenceless as he spanks my bottom thoroughly.
He switches from one cheek to the other, covering the entire area until my buttocks feel to be aflame. It hurts. It hurts so much that I am screaming, sobbing, pleading with him to stop. He ignores my frantic begging, his palm connecting with my bottom again and again. Each slap increases the fire in my tender, abused skin, but there is nothing I can do, nothing I might say or promise or threaten that will diminish his resolve.
He has me. He is bigger, stronger, and he is angry with me. With a lucidity sharpened by the pain he is inflicting, I acknowledge that he has reason to be angry. It is with a sick fatalism that I realise he will continue to punish me until he decides to stop.
Defeated, forlorn, hurting but no longer fighting or resisting, I droop across his lap and absorb the spanking. I cannot change anything, can only endure and hope he does nothing to exacerbate my existing injuries.
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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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