Gideon ‘Kinky play in the works’ ;)


Gideon – Order of the Black Knights, Book 1

By Ashe Barker

Dreamspinner Press, 2016

  • Released 5 October 2016
  • MM erotic romance, suspense, paranormal
  • Approximately 65,500 words
  • HEA ending

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 Order of the Black Knights

Every century has its knights, but they are not always seen. Some of them do what must be done—getting their hands dirty when no one else is willing. Assassins and antiheroes who work from the shadows, they are called the Black Knights. From the time of the society’s creation in the 1100s, these men are cursed to repeat their lives of bloodshed. But for each knight, there is one who can bring out the man that waits inside and break the cycle. The question is whether or not the knight will kill his true love before he figures it out.

 Gideon Blurb

Gideon Maybury enjoys a life of wealth and privilege, not to mention the advantages his position offers him in his career as a merchant banker and in his less public life as a high-class, skilled, and very well-paid assassin for Her Majesty’s government. When his brother dies unexpectedly, he becomes the Duke of Westmoreland.

Michael Mathison has hated Gideon since they were at university together. He’s convinced Gideon had a hand in the death of Michael’s college lover, Christopher, and that he had something to do with the death of his own brother. So he gets a job as Gideon’s driver, enabling him to investigate the circumstances surrounding the death of the elder Maybury sibling. At first his suspicions seem to be confirmed, but clues come to light that suggest all is not as it appears at Maybury Hall.

As the mystery deepens, so does the attraction between the two implacable enemies. Each has reasons not to trust the other, but neither is averse to a bit of kinky play. Gideon and Michael end up owing each other their lives, and it results in consequences neither could have imagined.

EXCERPT 1 (PG Rated)

 Gideon Maybury stood in the front pew and gazed straight ahead. Behind him half the aristocracy in the country and plenty from farther afield had gathered to pay their last respects to his brother, the late duke. Their heads were bowed, their voices hushed as they repeated the amens at the required junctures. The Bishop of Carlisle had been prevailed upon to lead the service, though Gideon’s sister-in-law had insisted it take place at the Priory Church in Cartmel rather than at the cathedral. Lydia set great store by family tradition and history, and as the Priory Church was founded in 1190 by her ancestor William Marshall, the first earl of Pembroke, she saw no justification in going elsewhere for such a momentous occasion.

Gideon let her have her way. It made no difference to him. His brother was gone and would soon melt into the annals of history, forgotten by all but his closest family. Richard left a distraught widow, but no children. So Gideon was now elevated to the lofty status of twelfth Duke of Westmoreland.

It had been that easy.

Lydia, his sister-in-law and, he supposed, the dowager duchess of sorts, sniffed at his side. Gideon produced a beautifully embroidered handkerchief from the pocket of his stark black suit jacket and handed it to her. She took it with a grateful but somewhat watery little smile and dabbed at her nose. Her movements were delicate, and her long, slender fingers appeared fragile as she struggled to contain her grief. Gideon knew it to be an illusion. Few people in his acquaintance were tougher than the lovely Lydia, though her sudden widowhood had dislodged even her usually unshakable composure.

Gideon had a lot of time for Lydia. He liked her, and more importantly, he respected her. Lydia Maybury was a lawyer. The firm where she was a partner dealt mainly with corporate clients, because that was where the serious money was to be had, but they would make occasional forays into the murkier world of criminal defense when something interesting—or lucrative—came up. She had been married to his brother for almost five years, and they’d been disgustingly happy together, though that came as something of a surprise to Gideon. Lydia always struck him as too tough and uncompromising for the soft-hearted, affable Richard—or so Gideon thought when they announced their engagement. He had expected them to separate within a year, but he’d been wrong.

Their union turned out to be a happy example of opposites attracting. Gideon was amazed, but dismissed the picture of domestic bliss as an aberration. He performed his duties as best man at their wedding, made a few crude jokes, cultivated some useful contacts among the gathered dignitaries, left Richard and Lydia to bask in a mutual adoration that he found somewhat sickly, and returned to his own, rather stellar, career in merchant banking.

Five years later he was back in the same church where his brother and Lydia were married to play his part as chief mourner.


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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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“Let’s see who’s all smug and smart after I whip your butt.” #sexy #alpha #cowboy

‘To Have and To Scold’

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havescoldcomp_500x755Sparks fly between Annie and her handsome neighbor, Matthew Caine.



Matt chuckled dryly. “How long have we been neighbors, Annie?” She opened her mouth and he cut her off with a stern glower. “I’ve known you since the day you were born. You’ve pestered me from the moment you began to walk. You know darn well that whenever I threatened you with a spanking I made good on my threat, didn’t I?” She rolled her eyes as if bored and he struggled to keep his temper in check. “You better rethink about whether or not you’re coming with me under your own steam before I lose what little control I have left on my temper and believe me it ain’t much.”
The little brat retaliated immediately by kicking him in the shin. Matt’s eyes widened in shock at her open defiance.

“There, I rethunk it, and I didn’t have to say a word,” she declared with exaggerated sweetness.

Raucous laughter surrounded him. By damn, when he got his hands on her, she’ll be singing a high note soon enough. “Let’s see who’s all smug and smart after I whip your butt.” He dragged her over to one of the tables, toed out a chair and propped one booted foot on the seat. Annie wriggled this way and that and managed to squirm her way out of his hold. She dove under the table and stayed there.

Laughter erupted once again. “Wowie, this sure is the most entertainment we had in a
long time.”
“Hell yeah,” someone else shouted. “Show her who’s boss, Caine.”
“Lookee, there, she’s more slippery than a newborn calf.”

Matt scowled at the crowd of onlookers. A few men grumbled at their source of
amusement being taken away, but they relented and stepped back when he refused to back down.
“Annie, come with me right now or it’ll be worse for you when I get you home.”
“I won’t let you take me home.” Her muffled pitiful voice floated up from beneath the
table. “I ain’t going back to the Lazy D.”
Matt’s head thumped along with his shin. Threats wouldn’t work at this point if Annie
believed he was bound and determined to escort her back to the Lazy D. He ran a hand down his face before he flipped up the red-checkered tablecloth. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Holy shit! The little brat had a gun pointed right at him. His throat convulsed. Annie was a good shot, but in her frame of mind, there was no telling what she’d do. “Um, Annie, be a good girl and put down that gun.”

At the mention of a gun everybody scattered. Tables were overturned and Hank suddenly had a whole lot of company behind the bar.
A tear slid down Annie’s cheek. “Please don’t make me shoot you, Matt. I don’t want to, but I will if you try to take me back there. Eva will drug me with sleeping powders and give me to Lloyd.” She choked on a sob. “I don’t like Lloyd. He scares me.”

Matt tamped down his rage. Drug her? Jesus! “She ain’t drugging you with nothing and you ain’t going anywhere near Lloyd so get that thought right out of your pretty little head. Sally told me all about it, Darlin’, and I promise I will not to take you to the Lazy D.”
Annie’s eyes were a vivid green against the paleness of her face. “Why’d you call me
“Call you what?”
Matt shrugged. “It’s just an endearment. Don’t you like it when I call you Darlin’?”

She sniffled. “I’m not used to it. You always call me a brat or a nuisance.”

She sure had a way of making him feel like shit. “A very wise man warned me that
females tend to remember things best forgotten. I apologize, Darlin’ for calling you a nuisance, but you are a brat. I’d love it if you’d be my brat.”

“You would?”

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He promised to protect her identity. She promised to be his sub.

 ray2Collared (Vegas Nights Series) by Author, Rayanna Jamison



Diamond Barrett has spent the last four years hiding in plain sight, working as a show girl in Las Vegas, trying to forget the painful memories of her mother’s untimely death. When the details of the gruesome accident finally surface on the morning of her 25th birthday, Diamond’s pain leads her to a series of bad choices that result in the loss of her job. Now what?

Paxton Donovan’s very presence exudes dominance and captures the attention of everyone around him. He has spent years creating his brand as a business owner and professional dominant. There is no time for anything that interferes with the order with which he runs his business and life. Structure, order, rules, discipline. Business without pleasure. No distractions.

But nothing could have prepared Pax for Diamond as their two worlds collide and both of their perfectly ordered and quiet lives combust. Will their undeniable attraction and intense passion be worth the risk of pain and heartache as they shatter their safe lives?


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“I don’t want to eat. Can you just tell me what you have to say? Do you have a plan to get my job back?”

Pax scoffed at her. It was actually a full on laugh. “No. Once Jason makes up his mind about something, it’s done. There’s no going back. Man’s as stubborn as a pack mule. At least when it comes to business decisions,” he added as an afterthought.

“Oh.” Diamond frowned, and picked up a piece of toast, nervously ripping the crust into tiny pieces.

“I need a new girl. We need some fresh meat to keep up interest and provide regular… entertainment.”

Her eyes blazed, and she dropped her toast, suppressing the urge to pick up her steaming hot coffee and throw it in his face. “I am not a whore! And furthermore, I’m not desperate. I have options you know, plenty of them.” She actually only had one that she knew of, but he didn’t need to know that.

Pax stood, towering over her. He looked about as angry as she felt.  “What are you talking about? Nobody called you a whore or even insinuated as much. You need to chill, girl. You might still be a little bit drunk or something, because you are making zero sense.”

“Oh yeah? Pax’s girls? Ring a bell? Isn’t that basically what you just asked me to be?”

His eyebrows crinkled high into his forehead, and he frowned. “Well, yes. But it doesn’t mean what you seem to think it means. I don’t think we’re on quite the same page here.”

“Oh, really? Enlighten me then.”

“Only if you dial back the attitude.”

“Fine.” It was her turn to cross her arms. She copied his stance from earlier and looked at him crossly. “I’m listening.”

“Rojo, if you didn’t know is a mild BDSM club with a focus on spanking. My girls dance the same as you did here. They don’t do anything else, other than serve the customers drinks and keep them happy and comfortable—and no, that doesn’t mean what you seem to think it means. The only difference is, well for one thing, I take care of my girls. Comped rooms, paid meals, monthly allowance, health insurance, all that jazz. I also pay better than Jason, but don’t tell him I said that. My girls also follow my rules. They keep a curfew, they eat healthy, they work out, and they show up on time. I keep them on a short leash. I want them in tip-top shape at all time. The kind of stunt you pulled last night would not be tolerated.”

“Right I get it. You’d toss me out on my ass—just like Jason is.”

“No. My girls mess up—they deal with the consequences. If you had been mine last night—and that was a regular occurrence—yeah, I’d get rid of you. You’d be a liability, and I’d have no choice. But unlike Jason, I pay attention to things like extenuating circumstances, and according to the things I learned from your file, coupled with the things I saw in yesterday’s paper—for you, last night certainly qualified as such.”

Pax was making it really hard to hate him the way she wanted to, and she kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. She couldn’t get past the idea that she was missing something. Something important.

“Thank you.” She was thankful for the kindness he was showing her, and the care he had apparently shown last night. “So, are you offering me a job?”

“On one condition.”

She stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

“You’re tomorrow night’s entertainment. And that means, you accept the consequences for your mistakes last night. On stage. In front of a crowd.”

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I now reside in Southern Utah with my husband, my two children, two dogs, my mother, my 90 year old grandfather and a lizard named Leo.

I write what I love to read, which is fun romantic stories about submission in its many forms, and often joke that my stories get slightly dirtier with each one I write. When I am not writing, I enjoy my passions, which include cooking, drinking good coffee and good wine, shopping for crazy knee socks, celebrating with sushi for every occasion, and most of all spending time with my friends and family.

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“Can Josh forget those sexy brown eyes?”

A Forever Kind of Thing, new from Author Elodie Parkes.

Publisher Encompass Ink

                                                            An MM romance


Businessman Will has hoped to meet musician Josh for so long, he’s astonished and elated when Josh finally notices and pursues him at one of the band’s gigs.

After a heady night of love, Josh is devastated when Will turns out to be a millionaire. He’s not a hustler. He couldn’t take and he couldn’t compete. He retreats into his music.

Will is sure they could have something special and tries to prove his love for Josh in the only way he knows how. Trouble is—it’s the wrong way.

Josh is shocked to discover he can’t forget Will.

They want each other. Their chemistry is scorching.

But Josh is running in the opposite direction as Will longs to love him.

Can love triumph?




Josh saw Will at one end of the bar and his heart leapt. Flutters started up in his stomach and he took a deep breath trying to steady himself. The encounter had rocked him to the core. He’d never in his wildest dreams expected to feel the way he did about a man whose name he still didn’t know. I want to, though. I want to know all about him. I want him in my life, and from the way he responded, he wants me bad. That’s great. I need it.

He watched the play of emotions cross Will’s face as he approached and stood close.

“Hi. I’m Josh Winters and you are…?” He grinned mischievously.

“Will—Will Trenton.” Will’s eyes held warmth, affection, and desire.

A spark of recognition lit in Josh’s mind. “That’s a familiar name, but I wouldn’t have been able to put a face to it. Are you famous or something?” He gestured to the bartender.

“A beer thanks—and for you?” He gave Will a tender look designed to tell the guy he liked him a lot.

“The same but let me … let me get them.”

Josh shook his head. “We have a tab.”

He saw a look of worry flit through Will’s eyes.

“It’s really okay, Will.” Josh moved even closer to Will. The toe of one boot touched the toe of Will’s. He gazed into Will’s eyes. Time slowed for Josh. This man was even more attractive close up with his handsome face lit by the bar’s sparkling white downlights. He took in the shade of stubble and wanted to bite Will’s chin. He ached to grab Will and thrust his tongue between those perfect lips. He recalled the way Will’s thick hair had felt as he grasped a handful. Softness filled his stomach. He didn’t know if this was love, but it sure was tenderness.

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I love music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean. I work with antiques by day and words by night. Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my home, and I write.

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#Bestselling #Author #AlexisAlvarez

Warning, hot scenes ahead. 18+ Proceed with caution.


Author: Alexis Alvarez

Genre:  Romance with BDSM/kink

Word Count:  93K

Publisher: Stormy Night Publications

Release Date:  September 30, 2016

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Blurb: When trendy young artist Casey Reilly sneaks into Chicago’s most exclusive club under a fake name, it isn’t long before two rich, handsome men are vying for her attention. The club’s owner, billionaire Jax Hunter, is the first to make his move, but when he discovers her deception he has difficulty forgiving Casey.


After Hunter’s cold response to the truth about Casey’s identity leave her dejected, Max Abbott doesn’t waste time in stepping in to pick up the pieces, and he promptly gets to work on mending her broken heart. But when Hunter decides to try to win her back, Casey will have to make the most important choice of her life.

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“What do you think, Casey?  Think I know what to do?” He held up his hands, ran one finger over his lips.  “Think I know how to make a woman scream in pleasure?” He raised one eyebrow.  “Answer me.” His voice was harder now.  “Tell me what you think I might do to you tonight if you’re a good girl.” He sat up and leaned his elbows on his knees.  “Or else you won’t get anything from me.”

She sucked in a breath.  “I think – I think your lips are like magic. If you lick my clit, it will feel like a butterfly kiss, like raindrops, like a storm on the sea. Your fingers will touch me like a thousand points of pleasure. And if you fuck me…” her voice trailed off.


“I’ll combust.”

His eyes flashed at her, dark and dangerous. “Walk to the kitchen.”


“You heard me.” He stood up. “We’re going to find a few things, Casey, and I’ll need your help.”

“What kind of things?” Nervous now, she shifted from one foot to the other.

“What kinds of things?” he mused. “Well, considering you begged for a punishment, maybe you can use your imagination. I’m surely going to.” He put one hand on her shoulder to guide her.  “You are going to find me ten different implements I can use to spank you, Casey.  And if they’re not severe enough, I’ll make you pick five more. Understand?”

She gulped. “Severe enough?”

“That’s right. Pick a few things that you think will sting. And a few that will hurt like hell.” He gave her one sharp slap on her ass that made her squeal and jump.  “Understand me?” He gave her a wicked smile.


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#Ashe #Barker is here today sharing an excerpt from her new book, ‘Resurrection’.

resurrection-cover The past is only a heartbeat away

  • Baronet Press, 2016
  • Released 21 September 2016
  • Paranormal/Time Travel erotic romance
  • Approximately 80,000 words
  • HEA ending


Right from the start she knew it wasn’t about love.

As the youngest daughter of a wealthy family in medieval England, Lady Jane of Acton has been betrothed to Gerard Twyfford, the son of the Earl of Roseworth, since she was a baby. A dynastic marriage such as theirs is about power and property, not love but even so Jane desperately yearns for her husband’s approval. But Gerard’s rare visits to her bed are for the sole purpose of producing an heir, and she’s even failed at that. How can Jane win Gerard over when she cannot even be the wife he needs her to be?

Would one last chance be enough? Could he make things right, even now?

Ged Twyfford doesn’t know what he’s missing in life. A powerful vampire, he’s lived for close to six hundred years and seen a lot during his time but his past still haunts him. On a whim, he purchases Roseworth castle, the keep he used to rule as lord. Mostly in ruins now, Roseworth is a shell of what it was when he was still a mortal but Ged is determined to make it his home again. Maybe this is what he’s been missing, maybe he needs a place to belong at last.

When a woman emerges from the lake beside his castle, looking and sounding a lot like the wife he lost over five centuries ago, Ged assumes she’s a witch out to dupe him. But what if she is who she claims to be? Ged finally realizes just what he had, and just how precious to him was the wife he betrayed all those hundreds of years ago.

Do they really have a second chance or is it just too late to start over?

 From the author,

Resurrection is one of my favourite stories so far. It was a dream to write, and tries to present one of the most infamous anti-heroes in English history in a slightly more favourable light. Richard III is a minor character in Resurrection, but his part in the story is memorable. He was given a seriously bad press by the Tudors, not least after the hatchet-job performed by one William Skakespeare. The politics of the day were unsympathetic, and Richard ended up on the losing side in the Wars of the Roses and even though he went down fighting (he was the last English monarch to actually die in battle) he never got the chance to tell his side of the story.

In truth I’m convinced Richard was more misunderstood than evil, though I suppose we’ll never really know.

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“My lord? Is there a problem?” She could surmise from his stormy countenance as he glared at her across the room that all was not well.

“You attended Norfolk’s bath. Against my express instructions.” His normally bland tone had taken on a cold edge. Jane did not care for it.

“My lord, I but—”

“Do you seek to deny it?” He did not raise his voice, but Jane found herself in no doubt as to the depth of his displeasure even so,

“No, but I—”

Her husband strolled across the room to glance out of the window then turned his head to regard her over his shoulder. “I informed you, did I not, soon after your arrival in this keep, that I did not expect my wife to perform such services. Have my wishes in this matter slipped your mind completely, my lady?”

“Of course not, my lord, and I thank you for your consideration. But I am lady here, and the Duke is an exalted guest in our house. It is expected that I should attend to his ablutions personally. It… it is my duty and my right as Lady of Roseworth.”

He turned to face her fully now, leaning back against the window sill in a posture deceptively casual. He folded his arms across his wide chest and regarded her under lowered brows. His azure eyes glittered, reminding her of icy flints. Not for the first time Jane observed him to be a most handsome man, and utterly intimidating.

Despite her trepidation Jane stood before her husband, her spine stiff and her shoulders back. Gerard might neglect her all he would, but she would not readily permit him to deprive her of her sole remaining purpose in life. She took pride in the quality of her housekeeping, and her responsibilities as lady of the hall included assisting important guests in bathing. It was not a duty she much cared for, and the knowledge that her husband would not insist upon it had been welcome enough. His rank alone was the reason she had made this exception for the Duke of Norfolk.

Her husband narrowed his eyes. Jane stepped back, her brief flash of temper dissipating. Whilst not scared of him exactly, she harboured a healthy respect for Gerard and knew him to have a temper though rarely was it directed at her. He set high store by obedience though, and it was distinctly possible that she had overstepped the mark in her defiance.

“Your right, madam? Your duty? May I remind you that your duty is to obey me. My instructions were clear and you chose to do otherwise.”

Jane’s heart sank. “But—”

“Norfolk is a lecher, as more than one hapless lady is able to testify. I would not have you alone with him, or with any man in such a situation. It is not safe.”

“He would never behave inappropriately. Not here, not in my own home.”

In truth, she had found the entire episode distasteful and Jane had no reason to doubt the accuracy of her husband’s assessment of the man. Norfolk had leered at her as he undressed, sauntering around the bedchamber with his huge, thick cock bobbing before her eyes. He was clearly aroused by her presence in his chamber and insisted upon making sure she was aware of it. Given the slightest hint of encouragement, he might well have pressed his luck further as her husband clearly suspected. She had seen no point in allowing the vile nobleman to know that despite five years of marriage to a man no one would describe as other than virile, Jane was in fact a virgin. This was the first time she had found herself in close proximity to a naked male and she struggled to conceal her revulsion. Jane did what needed to be done and made her excuses as hastily as she decently could.

The duke had seemed to her to be well enough pleased at the courtesy shown him. Jane rather resented this interference now from a husband who really ought to be more appreciative of her efforts on his behalf.

“You put yourself in danger, and I will not have it, Jane. It is my responsibility to protect you, to keep you safe.”

“I do not consider that I was in danger, my lord.”

“I do. What is more, I see in your face that you know I am right in this. Even if Norfolk were the most perfect of gentlemen, he is still a man and you are very young. Inexperienced. God’s bones, madam, you are still a virgin and men’s bathing chambers are no place for you.”

“If I am still a virgin, sir, whose fault is that?”

The moment the words were out Jane regretted them, wished she could gather up her reckless remarks and swallow them again whole. The accusation, the complaint, the implied slur hovered in the air between them as her husband’s features hardened into a stern but incredulous mask.

“I see we have much to resolve, Jane. We shall start with the matter of your wilful and dangerous flouting of my instructions.” He pushed himself away from the wall and strolled past her to sit on the side of her bed. “You will come here, Jane, and lay face down across my lap. You may keep your shift on if you wish, but you will raise it above your waist.”

Jane gaped at him, aghast. “I will not!”

“Jane, if I have to come and get you, it shall be a switch you feel across your bare arse, not merely my hand. Do not make this worse.”

“I.. I… you cannot beat me.”

“You are my wife, mine to discipline as I see fit. I will not beat you, but you have earned a thorough spanking and you shall have it, my lady. You may submit to this punishment, or not, that is your choice. It will happen anyway.”


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Jane Henry’s ‘Surrendered on the Frontier’.

#Author Jane Henry pens another hot sexy western.




After the untimely death of her harsh, overbearing husband left her a widow at the age of twenty-three, Ruth Watson vowed that she would never depend on a man again, let alone submit to one. The hard world of the frontier is no easy place for a woman to make her own way, however, and when the tough, handsome Samuel Stanley takes it upon himself to look out for her, Ruth is ashamed to find that a part of her longs to surrender to his firm but loving dominance.

Though Samuel itches to tame the headstrong Ruth, he is able to hold himself back until she loses her temper and hurts her best friend. Seeing her riddled with guilt, he at last puts the beautiful little spitfire over his knee and spanks her hard and thoroughly. The stern punishment leaves Ruth not only properly chastened, but burning with passion as well, and when Samuel takes her in his arms she yields completely to his mastery of her body.

Samuel makes it clear that from now on Ruth’s impetuous behavior will have consequences, but in her heart she wonders if he will grow tired of protecting her from both herself and the dangers of the frontier. Can she bring herself to trust him to be the man she has always needed, or will her fears bring an end to their blossoming romance?


Publisher’s Note: Surrendered on the Frontier is a stand-alone sequel to Claimed on the Frontier. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


“I feel awful. Just awful.” The anger from earlier, the feeling of helplessness, and the weight that saddled my shoulders seemed insurmountable. I wanted to climb into bed and pull the quilt over my head. I wanted to never get out of that bed again. I deserved to be punished for such a wicked act against my closest friend, and the guilt I felt was consuming me. I covered my face with my hands, tears seeping through my fingers. “She’s so good to me,” I choked, as the tears flowed. “She’s with child, and  I struck her. What a wicked, wicked thing. I feel so guilty, Samuel,” I said to him. “I ought to be whipped for such a thing.”

His arms came around me then, and he pulled me into his chest. One large hand stroked my hair as he held me. “I wouldn’t say whipped,” he said, and his voice was softer than I expected. “But little Ruth, I’ve long since thought that my hand across your backside would do you a world of good.”

I sniffled onto his chest as he held me. Just now, Pearl had told me Aaron would’ve taken her across his knee. She said it with a laugh, even. Would I feel better if he spanked me?

He’d told me he wouldn’t raise a hand to me, because of my past.

But would he if I asked? I pulled back from him.


He nodded, smoothing the dampened hair back from my forehead.

“Would you…spank me if I told you that I knew I deserved it? And I wouldn’t… be angry with you? I feel guilty,” I said. “I ought to be spanked.”

His eyes focused on mine a minute. He was contemplating. He finally spoke after what seemed a very long time.

“You want me to spank you?”

I closed my eyes and nodded. I couldn’t look at him.

“Fair enough,” he said.

I swallowed, fear racing across my chest and a surprising jolt of arousal at his stern but calm demeanor. “Now?” I whispered.

He released me, pulled a chair from the table, placed it in the center of the room, and sat heavily, his large legs spread apart. I looked at his lap and wondered what it would feel like to lay across his knees like a naughty child. He would not make me. He would not forcefully pull me across his lap.

Samuel patted his knee. “Come now, little Ruth,” he said softly. “Come and lie yourself across my knee.”

He would not force me.

I would have to do it myself.


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Other books by Jane Henry:

A Thousand Yesses: They are best friends…can they be lovers?

 Begin Again, book one in the Bound to You trilogy: A desperate wife pledges her obedience to an online dominant.

 Come Back to Me, book two in the Bound to You trilogy: Meredith and Paolo attempt a weekend of intense training to adapt to their new lifestyle of dominance and submission.

Complete Me, book three in the Bound to You trilogy: The conclusion to the Bound to You trilogy, Meredith’s trust in Paolo is put to the test.

 Sunstrokes: Four authors bring you four tales of punishment and pleasure.

 My Dom: Curiosity drives Heidi to yearn for a taste of her amorous neighbor’s kinky pursuits.

His Submissive: Matteo agrees to be Hillary’s Dominant…under certain conditions.

 Her Protector: Can Tony be the Dom Tessa needs?

Claimed on the Frontier: Stern frontiersman Aaron Stanley is determined to protect his headstrong new bride, even if means taking her firmly in hand.



Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.


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