The Highwayman’s Lady.
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 smutty excerpt….
“Imogen, shall I continue?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice a cracked mix of entreaty and defeat.
“I shall fuck you again.”
Oh, sweet Jesus, yes! “I know. Please, I need…” I squirm across his lap, thrusting my hips backwards against his hand. A thought occurs to me. “Sir, will it hurt this time?”
“No, love. Though if you should feel a need to scream I shall not stop you.”
He rolls from beneath me and arranges me on my stomach, bending each of my legs in turn to lift my bottom into the air. The coolness of the room is soothing, the air wafting across my naked and still flaming buttocks. He presses his palm into my flesh again and I flinch though I hold my position.
“You will be sore for a while, little one. Let us hope I do not have cause to chastise you again before we part on the morrow.”
“I am sorry. Truly, I did not mean—”
“I know you are sorry and it is done. We will not speak of it again. Is this nice?”
I moan as he uses his fingers to open my dripping entrance, tracing the shape of my quim before taking my swollen nub between his finger and thumb.
“Give me your hand, Imogen. Reach back, between your legs.”
I am bewildered but have learnt the folly of disobedience. I do as I am bid. Gray takes my hand in his and guides me to my own moist flesh. He replaces his fingers on my nubbin with my own.
“Rub just there, sweetheart. It will feel so good while I fuck you.”
I clench, outraged at the suggestion, yet drawn inexorably into his decadent web. This is all about pleasure, my pleasure and his. My actions are wanton, his demands positively indecent. I do it anyway. Proper behaviour is for somewhere else, another time. Here, now, I am a strumpet. And I am his.
I draw my fingers over the tip of that hot, greedy little bud and let out a groan of pure satisfaction as he enters me again, his cock filling me with one deep, swift stroke. It is tight but not painful. I make a conscious effort to squeeze around him, a signal of sorts that all is well with me.
“Ah, little Imogen, you delight me,” he murmurs as he leans forward to drape his body around mine. His chest presses against my back, his hips against my bottom. It still hurts from the spanking but I am no longer concerned with that. I rub against him, gyrating my hips as I ramp up the pressure on my sweet pleasure nub.
Gray withdraws, then plunges back inside. He is deep. I am stretched, so much I am sure I will split in two, but I cannot bring myself to care. I want this. I want it now. I want all of it. All of him.
Despite my untutored thrusting and desperate rolling of my hips, Gray remains unhurried. He fucks me slowly, with exquisite finesse and maddening care. My fingers are quick and I soon discover the action that pleases me most. I bring myself to an explosive climax, once, then again, as he rocks his cock in and out of my slick quim. I am clenching and spasming around him, squeezing his thick rod, muttering my desperate pleas that he fuck me harder, faster, deeper. At last he rams his cock into me and holds still, twitching inside my convulsing flesh. He lurches forward to kiss the back of my neck, then with a hoarse shout of triumph, delivers several powerful thrusts. My climax seizes me. I am lost, spinning, weightless as he fills me with his hot seed once more.
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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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