Vikings are usually the raiders, making slaves of the Celts, but in a turn of fortune, Kristin, a recently widowed Viking maid, finds herself in the protection of two handsomely dominant and virile Celtic Warriors.
Excerpt:
“Open your legs, little Viking.” The command was softly spoken, yet
firm. Nyle expected her to obey.
So, she did. She planted her feet on the mattress between Nyle’s
long legs and parted her knees.
Bowdyn chuckled. “A tolerable effort, but we can do better.” He took
her left ankle and lifted it over Nyle’s leg then set it down on the outside of
his brother’s thigh. He repeated the action with her other ankle, then set his
hands at her waist to ease her further up Nyle’s body. Thus positioned, Nyle
had ample access to her breasts. He could toy with her, torture her nipples as
he pleased, whilst at the same time her thighs were spread wide for his
brother. “Ah, yes,” Bowdyn confirmed, “much better.”
“Is she wet?” enquired Nyle pleasantly enough.
Bowdyn drew the flat of his palm between her legs, pausing to part
the lips of her pussy as though to particularly examine that spot, then rubbed
the heel of his hand on the sensitive nubbin at the front.
Kristin stifled a squeal. She knew of that place, had discovered it
for herself whilst bathing, but no hand apart from hers had ever ventured
there. Baldvin Ryggiason had shown not the slightest interest in exploring his
bride’s more sensual desires. Until these last few minutes she, herself, had
been largely unaware such urges existed. Certainly, the powerful nature of her
own arousal had been a mystery to her. These Celts were a revelation indeed.
“Yes, she is wet.” Bowdyn raised his hand to show his brother.
“Did I not tell you it would be so? It takes but a gentle tug on her
nipples,” Nyle paused to squeeze and twist again by way of demonstration, “and
she gushes like a waterfall. I believe the staid, proper, and very stern
Kristin Lofnsdottir is nothing more than a wanton at heart. Is this not so,
little Viking?”
Wanton? The very word sent her senses reeling. Could he be right? Oh, she
most sincerely hoped so though the words became lodged in her throat. She could
not answer. She could only feel.
“Open the lips of her cunny and put your fingers inside her. I
believe this is what she would like. Am I right, my Viking?”
Freya, help me… The silent plea went unanswered. Kristin had to shift for herself
in this matter. So, she did. She nodded.
“There, it is as I thought. But be gentle, brother. I get the
impression our Viking is unaccustomed to such treatment.”
Kristin could have blessed Nyle for his perceptiveness. It was as
though he had somehow crawled into her mind and knew all her secrets, her
desires as well as her fears.
Her brief interlude of clarity and coherence shattered the moment
Bowdyn spread her nether lips with his fingers and inserted one long digit into
her tight channel. She expected to flinch, to hurt. Her previous experience of
this act, though infrequent, had been sufficient for her to know she found it
uncomfortable, painful even. And oddly disappointing.
All those doubts and uncertainties were swept aside in the surge of
pleasure that threatened to engulf her. Bowdyn withdrew his finger then drove
it deep again, harder this time, faster.
“If this hurts, you may tell us,” whispered Nyle.
“It… it does not hurt,” she managed. “Oh. Oh!”
Bowdyn increased the speed of his thrusts and added a second finger.
The friction was unbearably sweet yet still not enough. Kristin squeezed her
inner walls around his long digits and circled her hips.
“I believe our Viking is rather enjoying this. Is that not also
correct, Kristin?”
Must she answer? Could she? Was she truly enjoying what was
happening to her or was it some other compulsion that drove her to thrust her
hips forward and consider begging for more?
Blurb:
Ripped from their home in a brutal Viking raid, their family murdered
before their eyes, Nyle and Bowdyn, sons of Connell of Cynwrig have every
reason to loathe their cruel captors. Miraculously, they both survive their
ordeal at the hands of the vicious Norsemen who enslave them, to be reunited as
free men.
Recently widowed and fiercely independent, Kristin Lofnsdottir is
determined to forge her own path in a world ruled by men. Confused and dismayed
by her attraction to the handsome but enigmatic Celtic warriors, when they make
her an outrageous offer, she can’t refuse them.
Nyle and Bowdyn swear to protect their Viking lady and she adores her
Celtic masters. Together they prosper and start to rebuild their shattered
lives. But the wrongs of the past must be avenged. Will the burning need for
vengeance destroy their fragile happiness and that of those around them?
Fast-Paced and with compelling characters, set in the turbulent and
sensual world of the Vikings, if you loved Conquered by the Viking by Ashe
Barker, you won’t want to miss this thrilling sequel. Her Celtic Masters, the
second book in Ashe Barkers Viking Duet, continues the erotic saga, bringing
this haunting and dramatic Viking romance to an unexpected climax.
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.
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Hi Kathryn and Ashe, I love the sound of this and enjoyed the hot excerpt. This sounds like an awesome read :)
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