Hi Sara, and thank you so much for inviting me back over to your blog to give a shout out about The Highwayman’s Lady.
I’m really excited about this story, Gray is a hero I’ve been hatching for a while now, and it just reached the point where he had to emerge. He’s a rogue and no one could mistake him for a gentleman, but I hope readers will love him as much as I do.
Sara: Happy to have you! And I mean.. look at that tall dark and handsome hunk of a man... Delicious!
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 an excerpt…
Gray’s lips are on my temple, my cheeks, my forehead. He trails soft kisses down my neck, nibbling my earlobes, biting the point of my shoulder. I wriggle, desperate for him to do that thing again, that thing that sent ripples of lust coursing through me and caused my inner walls to clench and convulse around his huge bulk.
“Patience, little Imogen, we have plenty of time. Your coach does not leave until eight.”
“You intend to make me wait all night?” I cannot keep the note of horror from my voice.
He chuckles. “I fear neither of us would survive that.”
“May I offer an observation?”
“I suppose you may.” I cringe—I have no idea what to expect. Is this truly a suitable time to strike up a conversation? What is normal in such circumstances?
“For a virgin, I find you to be somewhat demanding.”
“You would prefer me timid?” I might be, on another occasion, with another man. But here, now, with Gray, I am quite fearless it would seem.
He kisses me again before replying. “No, Imogen, I would not. On reflection, you are quite perfect.”
I am still formulating my response as he withdraws from me again, then thrusts back into me and all thoughts of polite conversation are driven from my mind.
I let out a groan of startled pleasure and release my grip on the bed head. I reach for him, wrapping my arms around his neck and I hang on as he rocks his hips back and forth. Each stroke fills me completely and I wonder at my body’s ability to stretch. I was not permitted to see Gray naked and I have no direct experience of the male anatomy upon which I might draw, but I am convinced the erection filling me can be nothing short of huge. It must be—the contact between us is so tight, so intense.
Gray’s thrusts set up a brisk rhythm, the tempo slow at first, but gaining in speed as my body adjusts. I find myself willing him to speed up, to drive his cock into me faster, harder. I am whimpering my pleas, my inner walls squeezing him as I seek to increase the friction.
“Gray, please, that is… I mean, I need…”
“Say it, Imogen. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He slows as he murmurs his command.
“Do not stop. Please, sir, do not stop.”
“Tell me, sweetheart.”
“I want you to fuck me.” There, I have said it.
“And so I shall, little Imogen. And after I have fucked you to your absolute satisfaction, I shall spank you for your disobedience in the matter of holding on to the headboard.”
“Ah…” I might have striven to be more eloquent, but he has commenced his relentless thrusting again and I find myself unable to assemble much in the way of coherent thought.
“Ah, indeed. For now though, enjoy.”
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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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