Introduction
Finn
reached around her to pull her closer to his body. The solid shaft of his cock
nudged her bottom as she leaned back against him. Eira writhed as he spread the
spicy-scented soap across her shoulders and down her arms, then returned to her
neck and did it all over again. As she relaxed into the caress he lowered his
hands to cup her breasts.
"Tell
me no, if you don't want this."
Eira
had to concentrate hard, and she was still uncertain that she properly
understood his meaning. Was he seeking permission? Had she not made her wishes
clear by coming into this room when she had no need to? By joining him in this
wondrous indoor waterfall of his?
He
stopped, his hands still on her breasts but motionless now. She could come up
with no words to express her desire, but she could show him. Eira laid her
hands on top of his, pressing his palms more firmly against her smooth curves.
She turned her head toward him, her eyes closed and she let out a soft sigh.
"Eira?
Ja?"
She
understood that. "Ja," she murmured.
It
was enough, it seemed. Finn kissed her exposed neck. His gentle fingers traced
the delicate lower curves of her breasts before circling her nipples. The
sensitive buds swelled and lengthened under his touch. Finn took each peak
between his thumb and index finger and squeezed.
Eira
moaned her delight, then she arched her back, thrusting her breasts further
into his hands. Finn seemed to know what she wanted. He tightened his hold,
increasing the pressure little by little until she tensed with the pleasure/pain
of his touch and cried out but still she did not attempt to stop him.
He
murmured soft words into her ear as he tugged on her nipples. Eira remembered
the joy of a man's touch. Audun had not been without such skills and she had
known pleasure in his bed. Could she reach her release from what Finn was doing
to her now? She thought she might, but it was not to be. Finn had another
surprise ready for her.
He
reached for the source of the cascading water and removed it from the wall
above them. In his capable, powerful hands the jet narrowed down to one
powerful stream of water, which he directed straight onto her right nipple.
The
pleasure was unexpected, but exquisite. Eira gasped, then squealed when he
subjected her other pebbled nub to the same treatment. Next, he pushed his foot
between both of hers and eased her ankles apart. She knew what he would do
next, and held her breath as he slid his free hand around the front and between
her legs. Finn used his fingers to part her delicate folds and pull back the
hood which partly concealed her clit, and his encircling arm to hold her still
when he turned the jet on that most sensitive spot.
Blurb:
When he encounters an injured young
woman while on a motorcycle ride on the small Scottish island of North Uist,
police officer Finn Olsen immediately comes to her aid, but to his surprise her
dialect proves all but incomprehensible to him. To make matters worse, she
first tries to run and then does her best to stab him with a dagger after he
catches her.
Recognizing that the woman is
confused and distraught, Finn disarms her, handcuffs her, and brings her back
to the local police station, which doubles as his home. Once she is in his
custody, however, it quickly becomes clear that his beautiful, feisty prisoner
comes from a very different era, and that she has somehow travelled forward in
time more than a thousand years.
Finn takes it upon himself to keep
the headstrong girl safe in a completely unfamiliar world, even going so far as
to bare her bottom for a sound spanking with his belt when she attempts an
escape. Despite her situation, she is deeply aroused by his bold dominance, and
when he claims her properly she is left utterly spent and satisfied. But as
they unravel the mystery of her arrival in the twenty-first century, will their
discoveries bring an end to their newfound romance?
Publisher’s Note: Held in Custody includes spankings and
sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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About the Author:
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:
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Hi Kathryn and Ashe, I love the sound of this and enjoyed the hot excerpt. Thank you both :)
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