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Book 1 Highland Odyssey
Book 2 Above and Beyond
Two strangers, one outrageous proposal, and the journey of a lifetime.
He offers her a small fortune to drive him to Scotland. Harry McLeod is persistent, and Hope needs the cash. But what are the real terms of this outrageous deal?
A random accident as a teenager wrecked Hope Shepherd’s aspirations to be an international athlete. Now working as a taxi driver, Hope is unsettled by a sexy Canadian she picks up at the airport. With his good looks and easy charm, he’s just the sort of man she can do without. But can she afford to turn down his offer?
Harry McLeod wants to go to the Highlands, to the Isle of Skye where he hopes to discover his ancestral roots. Harry desires Hope, and the attraction is shared. If he can get her in his bed—or better still, tied to it—will she allow him to peel away her protective layers to release her inner submissive? Harry is stern, uncompromising, outrageously sexy and utterly irresistible. How will Hope respond to his dark brand of sensuality? Does he offer more than a generous fare and a few erotic encounters?
When they reach Skye, a feud spanning four generations challenges all that Hope thought she was coming to know about submission. Will it be enough to convince her that this could be a relationship to stand the test of time?
This book was previously published under the title Red Skye at Night. Readers who have already enjoyed that title might prefer to skip this version as it is not substantially different, and go straight to the stunning, all new sequel, Above and Beyond.
Here's an excerpt - enjoy...
He leans over me, a gleam of lustful mischief in his beautiful blue eyes. “So, ready to tell me exactly where you do want me to touch you or do I continue to find out for myself?”
Bastard. He said he wouldn’t hurt me, but he never mentioned tickling. I close my eyes, I know I have to be explicit or be prepared to endure more of his teasing. “My nipples. I like that. I think.”
“Yes. I do. I mean, definitely.”
“I see. What would you like me to do to your nipples?”
I’m about to respond with something non-committal but pull myself up in time. Instead I err on the side of caution. “Stroke them please. And, and lick them.”
“Now you’re getting the idea. Like this?”
I arch my back in stunned delight as he takes my right nipple between his finger and thumb then rolls it firmly. This is my reward for speaking plainly. I suspect I could make a habit of it. The bud has already hardened from my orgasm, but pebbles more under the pressure of his fingertips. He increases the intensity, squeezing the sensitive tip. I wince, and he releases me.
Yes. “No. No, that was fine. Please, could you…?”
“I could.” He takes my left nipple between his fingers and repeats the treatment, at the same time dipping his head to take my engorged right tip between his teeth. The bite is soft, gentle, the merest scrape of his teeth across the hard nub. It feels exquisite, and my pussy spasms in delighted response.
“Oh, oh God. I need, I…”
Harry slips his free hand between my legs and plunges his fingers into my wet and welcoming pussy. If I were able to gain any purchase against the bed I’d be thrusting against his hand. As it is I have to rely on him to provide the friction I crave. He’s on it, seems to know instinctively what to do, how to send me spinning back into orbit. He’s rubbing that inner spot again, stretching and stroking as he continues to pleasure my nipples with his tongue, teeth and fingers. My climax starts to gather once more, tightening and clenching deep in my pussy.
He releases my nipple and raises his head. “Not yet.” His tone is more of a growl, but his meaning crystal clear.
Earlier he commanded me to come. Now he’s commanding me not to. I obeyed him the first time, effortlessly. Now I’m not sure I can.
“Wait.” That relentless growl again, then he returns to his task. He ramps up the pressure now, though, opening his mouth to take my nipple and some of my breast inside. He sucks. Hard. My pussy reacts predictably, starting to convulse around his questing fingers.
“Hang on, Hope. Count to ten, slowly, then let it go.”
“I can’t. Please, I need to…”
“You can. You will. Concentrate.” His determined snarl halts my whimpering.
I do as I’m told, counting in my head. I reach five, start to believe I can do this. Harry has other ideas. His thumb connects with my clit again, circling the throbbing bud once, then again more firmly. He draws the pad of his thumb across the tip, and I’m finished. My strangled squeak of “Seven” is the last thing I manage to utter before my senses are swept away again by the hot rush of my second orgasm.
More powerful than the first, the sensation overwhelms me. I’m shaking, shuddering under the uncompromising, sensual onslaught of his mouth and hands. Harry seems to know what I want, what I need. He intensifies the pressure of his lips, thrusts more firmly with his fingers. My orgasm rushes through my body, starting at my core and radiating outward to my extended limbs, setting my nerve endings to tingling as it slowly recedes.
Only when I am quite still, no longer spasming under his hands, does Harry slide his fingers from my body. He stretches alongside me as he did before he tied me up. He props himself on an elbow to look down at me. I open my eyes and smile at him.
“I tried. I’m sorry. It was just too—”
“No excuses, Hope. You’re a slut That’s the plain fact of the matter.” He says it without rancour, the warmth in his eyes at odds with the harshness of his words.
I’m confused, uncertain how to respond.
“My slut. My beautiful, sexy slut. Are you ready to purr for me yet?”
About Ashe Barker
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.
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