The Barbarian’s Bride #1 In Historical Erotica
Making personal history for the author, The Barbarian’s Bride has reached #1 in Amazon’s Historical Erotica category. Woo!
That warrants more excerptyness:
“I can see you, little witch,” he growled. “Front and center. Now!”
A slim, comely woman came out from her hiding place and wandered toward him without the slightest sense of urgency. Her demeanor seemed to say ‘yes, and what of it’. No question had yet been asked of her, but defiance was in every line of her attractive frame.
“What were you doing?” Rikiar asked the question, then held his hand up to stay the inevitable response. “Spying, I’ll warrant.”
“She’s beautiful,” Mara confessed without any guilt. “I wanted to see you take her.”
“Shameless!” Rikiar declared. “If you wish to experience such intimacies, you need only report to your betrothed.”
“My betrothed is not a princess,” Mara smiled prettily. Oh Mara was naughty and got away with far too much. As a member of Rikiar’s household, her discipline came under his purview. He had clearly been too forgiving of late, for he did not sense even a glimmer of remorse.
“There have been too many complaints about your behavior,” he said, “and now you do this. Come with me this instant.”
“Come with you?” Mara’s brows rose and she covered a laugh behind her pretty hand. “I see you do not wish to beat me here, lest your lady love hear.”
“Come now, Mara,” Rikiar growled. He strode to the room where he made ready for hunt or for battle, a room with all manner of weapons on the walls. Mara was not intimidated by any of it, for she knew very well that she was only there to meet his palm.
“Bend over that stool,” Rikiar ordered.
She obeyed, but with an expression of insolence, which made raising her skirts and baring her naked cheeks all the more satisfying. Clamping one hand at the back of her slim neck to ensure her continued cooperation, Rikiar laid his palm across her pale bottom once, twice, three times with the fullest of force.