Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Ashe Barker - Her Rogue Viking

Her Rogue Viking

Ashe Barker

Abducted. Humbled. Claimed.

I'm so happy to have Ashe Barker back to visit here at the Reading Room. You're going to love this one!


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?

Publisher’s Note: Her Rogue Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Blog post Introduction

I have always been fascinated by Vikings. Strong, sexy warriors, ruthless, dominant and determined – what’s not to like? It was only a matter of time before I wove a story around these fierce raiders who rampaged through Scotland and England for over three centuries, eventually settling and leaving their indelible mark on our history.

A Viking raid was indeed a ferocious affair. They relied on what would nowadays probably be termed ‘shock and awe’ swooping in from the sea on their fast dragon ships to attack with vicious and deadly effect. The Nordic raiders would be gone almost as swiftly as they arrived, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The modern equivalent would be a helicopter attack on a sleepy rural village by SWAT teams armed with automatic weapons– the local people would hardly know what hit them.

I have employed a certain amount of poetic license, but I was determined to recreate the Viking era to the best of my ability – their homes, their clothing, what they ate, how they lived. I hope readers will be as entranced as I am by these creative and charismatic raiders, and perhaps forgive them their more outrageous little foibles.

Author Interview
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  1. So, tell us a bit more about Ulfric. He’s a stern and sexy Viking chief, with a twitchy palm, but what else is there to know?
Well, I think you just about covered the basics there. Ulfric has a strong sense of family loyalty but that is tested sorely in this book. He has a difficult choice to make, but he is a man who doesn’t shirk his duty and ultimately he will do what he thinks is right for those he loves – whether they like it or not.

  1. How many books have you written? Are they all historical or spanking fiction?
I have over forty titles out now, and they are all erotic stories. About a dozen of them are historical novels. Some have more of a BDSM vibe going on and some are spanking/domestic discipline. At first I wrote just contemporary stories, then I started adding a few historicals and sci-fis. I love the variety.

  1. Why do you enjoy writing historical fiction?
History was my favourite lesson at school, though some periods are more fascinating to me than others. I always preferred the medieval or even earlier times, though the Victorians were an interesting bunch too. But the Viking era is my current favourite and Her Rogue Viking is the first in a series the three linked novels set among these Nordic warriors and the sassy Celts who bring them to their knees.

In many ways life was simpler in the past, if a lot more brutal, and of course some of the moral issues we would have to deal with in a contemporary setting don’t apply. Inequality was the norm. Women were expected to obey – or else. A spanking author can have a field day.

  1. What advice would you have for writers who decide to try their hand at erotica?
I’d tell them to have a go, but to have a decent thesaurus to hand. And an internet connection. Youtube is the erotica writer’s friend.

  1. Do you see writing as a career?
Yes. I try to be fairly ordered about it. I like to be at my desk (well, more accurately the kitchen table) laptop fired up and coffee to hand, by nine in the morning and I tend to write for most of the day then. There are also a lot of related tasks to keep on top of, mainly to do with promo or research, or keeping in touch with readers and other authors. It’s definitely a full-time job for me.

  1. Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?
I think it was always there, though I only started writing properly about three years ago. I have always tended to plot stories in my head though, often when sitting in traffic jams on my daily commute. I now work at home so all that time spent inhaling exhaust fumes is finally paying off.

  1. If you could have been told one thing that you weren't told when you were a teenager, what would you like to have heard?
I was given lots of advice as a teenager, much of it unsolicited and not especially good. I think we all have to make our own mistakes, but hopefully I haven’t made the same mistake to many times. That would be sad.
Looking back, I think the most important thing I picked up along the way was that we all have choices, all the time. We’re entitled to choose our own way in life, but we should also be ready to own and accept the consequences of our decisions.
Someone once invited me to cast my mind forward to a time perhaps sixty years from now when I’ll be long-gone and my daughter (currently eighteen) is herself entering old age. Imagine she’s talking to her grandchildren, telling them about me. What would I like her to be saying? My actions now, today, will dictate what those obituaries might be so don’t leave it until later to be the sort of person you want to be remembered as.

  1. If you had to describe yourself using three words, it would be…
Resilient. Creative. Calm.

  1. What would you do if you were the last person on this earth?
Turn out the lights.

  1. If you were to write a book about yourself, what would you name it?
I think at some level or other they are all a little bit about me. I could never write a book about a heroine I didn’t actually like or identify with in some way. Or a hero I couldn’t relate to and wouldn’t want to meet. Maybe I’d call my autobiography Made a Difference, because I hope that would be true. Perhaps that should be on my gravestone rather than a book cover, come the day.

Ulfric carried her to the fallen tree and set her down beside it, taking care to allow her to lower her good leg first. Then, still ensuring that her weight remained on her uninjured foot, Ulfric helped Fiona to turn and face the trunk, then eased her torso forward until she was balanced across it. The furs and blanket provided a soft cushion. Fiona could find no reason to complain that her comfort was not considered as Ulfric patted her soon-to-be-punished bottom.
“I will lift you a little higher, to ensure that your feet are off the ground and taking no weight, and to offer me a better target, naturally.” He did not wait for any further comment from Fiona. In moments she was dangling over the tree trunk, her feet inches from the bare earth and her head and shoulders balancing her weight on the other side. The grass and a light dusting of fallen leaves were just inches from her nose but she could just make out their shapes in the gathering gloom as she quivered in this unfamiliar and vulnerable position.
Her father had been no disciplinarian. In all her nineteen summers no one had ever so much as slapped her wrist, let alone bent her over a fallen tree for a public switching. Fiona wondered if it was possible to die of humiliation.
She managed not to whimper as her skirts were raised above her waist, then tucked under the woven braid that served as a belt. Fiona was acutely aware of the half dozen or so Viking warriors who had gathered to observe the proceedings. They were all now afforded a fine view of her upturned, naked buttocks. She was glad she could not decipher the exact meaning of their calls and remarks, though the general gist was plain enough.
The jocularity ceased abruptly at a word from Ulfric. The men remained in place, watching, but they no longer offered their lewd observations.
Fiona was accustomed to harsh winters, but the bitter chill of this Nordic early evening was equal to anything she could recall in her own country. She shivered as the icy breeze caressed her bare backside and could not help clenching as Ulfric bent to select the first switch.
“Fear not, little wench. You shall soon be feeling a good deal warmer.” He swung the switch in an experimental arc, slow at first, then fast enough to produce an ominous whistle. Fiona shrieked.
Ulfric chuckled and moved in close. He laid the palm of his free hand on her bottom, the caress almost affectionate. “Try not to clench, though I realise it is difficult. Are you ready?”
There was nothing to be gained by delaying matters. Fiona nodded, then clenched her bound hands into fists as she tensed for the first stroke.
“Aagh!” She let out a shrill scream as fire exploded across her right buttock. Her entire body jerked with the force of the blow, though she had been expecting it. This hurt though, more than she had ever imagined.
“One,” Ulfric intoned. “Be still, Celt. Settle down and we shall continue.”
Somehow, through the haze of pain, she heard his words and managed to obey. Moments later fire snaked across her left cheek.
“Ooh!” Sweet Jesus, can I bear this?
“Two. Now relax, you do not wish to drag this out, I am sure.”
He was right, she did not. Fiona willed her tense muscles to soften and drew in a shuddering breath.
“Three. Four.”
She was managing the pain just slightly better now, no longer so shocked by the intensity of sensation. She managed not to cry out, and needed no further reminders to keep her buttocks soft.
“That is good. Five. Six. Seven.”
Fiona writhed against the blanket. Despite her determination to bear this ordeal with fortitude she was unable to remain still, nor could she contain her tears that flowed unchecked across her face.
Ulfric paused to once again lay his palm over her throbbing backside. Her bottom was on fire and she flinched under his touch though he was not rough with her.
“You are doing well. Just three more to go. Shall I continue, Fiona?”
No! Enough! “Yes. Please, just finish this and let me get up.”

More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.
Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel.  
At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.
Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.
Ashe loves to hear from readers. Here are her social media links:
Or you can email her direct on ashe.barker1@gmail.com

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Saturday Spanking - Mother doesn't know best

It’s good to be back for Saturday Spankings. I’m sticking with my newest book, Becoming Family. If you do have extra reading time this summer I really think you’ll like my Cassie series too. You can get the first one, Cassie’s Space, for .99, give it a try.
In today’s snippet, Jenny has warned Cal that her parents are nothing like his and it doesn’t take her mom long to prove her right. She quickly gets Jenny off to herself to rage at Jenny for bringing Cal to their home. Jenny and Cal decide to leave even before dinner is served. Jenny’s mother is furious that her daughter will not stay and finish the conversation.

“Conversation? That was hardly a conversation. I think I got the gist, Mother. You hate Cal, though you don’t know him at all. You think he’s not good enough for me and you won’t permit me to associate with a lowly county sheriff. You think I’m seeing Cal as a way of rebelling against you, rather than realizing he’s the best thing that ever happened to me. Does that sum it all up pretty well?
Taking Cal’s hand Jenny opened the front door and headed for the car. Following them out Jenny heard her mother behind her, “You’ll marry that man over my dead body!” she spat at her.
Jenny turned and stared for a moment at the woman who had given her birth, “I wonder if Daddy will miss you?” she asked before getting in and slamming the door.
Cal looked over at her as he pulled away, “Now that’s the girl I fell in love with.”

Against overwhelming odds, Jenny and Cal are together and happy. Their love is strong, but before they can become family Jenny needs to learn what that word means. Jenny has no background in the real meaning of "family" but when Cal wants her to meet his and get to know hers, she knows the time has come. The difference in the two families is wide and jarring. Jenny has a lot to learn, but then so does Cal. When he meets her family, he discovers that the word family doesn't always mean the same thing to all people.

Jenny’s mother has planned a future for her daughter that does not include someone as ordinary as Cal Bennet. What could this small-town hick with no money and no connections do for her? How far will her mother go to see that Jenny accepts a life of high society and prestige? Will these two lovers come to an understanding of what their family will look like?

You can find Becoming Family at:
Amazon UK

PK Corey's Author Page

Other books by PK Corey: The Cassie Series

(If you haven't read a Cassie book, you need to give one a try!)

Cassie's Space (book one)   
Cassie's Tale (book two)                       
Cassie on the Move (book three)          
Cassie's River Living (book four)        
Cassie's Conflict (book five)
Cassie's Influence (book six)
Cassie's Ordeal (book seven)
Cassie Corralled (book eight)
Cassie's Road Trip (book nine)

Cal's Law (book one)
Becoming Family (book two)

Check out more great snippet here.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Maggie Carpenter - Her Barbarian Master


I'm happy to have Maggie Carpenter here with me today. This book, Her Barbarian Master, sound like it's just want I'm looking for. I hope you'll enjoy.


Serenity has just crossed a line. In an attempt to defend her best friend, the free-spirited, flaxen-haired young woman has challenged the leader of the Bathus, a clan of barbarians that live in a castle ruin above her tiny village.

The leader's son, Killian, decides to chastise her with a sound spanking, and throwing her over his shoulder he carries her away to be punished. Serenity, however, is made of tough stuff. Even with a stinging backside she is unafraid, and yelling her fury she storms off, leaving him stunned and in disbelief.

But when the anger fades, she can't stop thinking about him.

A short time later a rival clan attacks and they are thrown together. Their smoldering chemistry flames, but in the heat of their blazing passion they uncover a diabolical plot that threatens their lives, and the future of the entire clan.

"Storytelling at its best!" The love story is amazing, dangerous, and full of ups and downs. The humor is laugh out loud funny.  A sizzling romance full of danger, sprinkled with humor, and an action-packed plot that will keep you guessing.

Precursor To A Punishment

Serenity had been so focused on keeping her eyes to the ground and choosing her words carefully, she had neither seen nor heard the younger barbarian’s approach. She looked up, and what she saw made her catch her breath. He resembled his father, but his heavy features were handsome, not ghoulish.
“Killian. I didn’t know you were here. This girl over my lap was attempting to steal,” Bastian declared. “A bare-bottom spanking is the least she deserves. I should take a leather strap to her backside.”
“Forgive me father, but I couldn’t help but overhear the girl’s plight. If we were starving, I would enter a forbidden garden to find food.”
“Are you saying she shouldn’t be punished?”
“No, she should. Everyone knows the rules, and this other village girl must be punished as well,” he added, gesturing towards Serenity. “She tried to interfere, and she was disrespectful. I heard everything. I was over there by the plum tree, but I don’t think it right we bare them. It’s their first mistake. If they try it again, then, yes, we should.”
Serenity bristled. The young barbarian had just admitted he would have stolen for his family, yet he was still insisting that Layla be spanked, and she should be too. Suddenly Bastian’s wise words about balance and harmony no longer mattered.
“That’s not fair, not fair at all,” she exclaimed. “You don’t know what it’s like to suffer through a blight of pests. For some reason your plants don’t fall victim to such things, and you have more than enough, and you’re big and strong and you can hunt. We can’t, and for you to be so nasty and pass such harsh judgement on us is wrong.”
The words had tumbled out of her without pause or thought, and as her eyes blazed up at him, then fell back on Bastian, she realized she’d just sealed her fate.
“With your permission, father, I shall spank her. She is rude, and she doesn’t know her place.”
“I agree,” Bastian said solemnly, nodding his head. “She must be taught a lesson.”
“NO! I won’t let you!”
Lunging forward Serenity grabbed Layla’s wrist, yanking her off Bastian’s lap. It happened so quickly, and was so unexpected, it caught Bastian completely off guard. By the time he reacted and tried to catch her, they were both sprinting across the grounds towards the gate, but Serenity realized squeezing through the iron bars would slow them down, and might result in their capture.
“No, not the gate,” she panted, “we have to climb trees and jump over the wall. Let’s split apart.”
“You’re right,” Layla breathlessly replied. “I’ll take the apple tree, you take the orange.”
Serenity darted to the left, but as she did the muscles in her right leg fiercely protested. Ignoring the sharp pain, she tried to run faster, but she could feel her leg refusing her desperate request. Layla, taller and more athletic, had sprinted ahead and was almost at the apple tree. Serenity could hear heavy footsteps behind her, but her leg was badly cramping. Layla was now scampering up the trunk, and determined to beat her pursuer, Serenity pushed through the acute shard of pain, but she was suddenly being lifted off her feet. She let out a wail, then realized it wasn’t Bastian who had her, but Bastian’s brawny son.
With deft ease he threw her over his shoulder, then landed a swift stinging slap.
“Be quiet. I will be harder on you if you keep up that racket.”
“YOU’RE A BEAST AND A BRUTE,” she howled, paying no heed to his warning and beating her fists into his back.
She had meant every word, but she was also attempting to distract him. As he had lifted her, she had spied Layla throwing apples across the wall before climbing along the branch and dropping out of sight. A second hot smack hit her backside, and with Layla safely gone, all thought switched to her perilous plight.
“Spank her in the hall.”
Serenity couldn’t see Bastian, but his thick, gravelly voice was unmistakable.
“I would rather have privacy. I’ll take her to my rooms.”
“Very well, but don’t keep her too long. I don’t want her family coming up here looking for her. I’ve had enough of the villagers for one day.”
“Don’t you dare take me anywhere,” Serenity shouted. “I demand you put me down!”
“I won’t father,” Killian replied, completely ignoring Serenity’s outburst. “Just long enough to do what must be done.”


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Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.
Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2ihCNtp), a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2iE0cDa) contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who  bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.
Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.
This author loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website: www.MaggieCarpenter.com. To sample her work for free, go to, www.3FreeBooks.com.


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