The Aliens Have Landed

The latest instalment in the Brides of Taar-Breck series is now live on Amazon and available via Kindle Unlimited. Featuring a feisty young woman and four alpha aliens who find they've got their hands full dealing with her, it might just be my hottest book yet. You can buy it here : mybook.to/Tamedbyhermates

Viking Anthology

This summer, I'm going to be part of a fantastic new anthology of Viking stories. Each of the stories is linked by a common setting and theme and they're written by some wonderful authors - Felicity Brandon, Jane Burrelli, Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Gianna Simone, Sky Purington, Lily Harlem, Ashe Barker, Vanessa Brooks and myself. 

Keep an eye out for release dates, teasers etc over the coming weeks.

Excerpt from Claiming His Captive

Here's a little excerpt from my latest release, available now at Amazon and free on Kindle Unlimited.

You can get hold of your copy at: 

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“What is it you think’s happening here, sweetheart? This isn’t a game and there aren’t any rules. You’ll take what I give you and be grateful I know when to stop.”

Hannah huffed and turned to bury her face in the bedsheets. It would be foolish to argue with Cameron when there was no way she could win. If he was determined to punish her, he would do it and the more she protested, the worse it would be. Bracing herself, she focused on keeping her breath steady. If she stayed calm, she’d get through this humiliation more easily.

Her reaction as his palm cracked off her butt cheek for the first time was unexpected. A giggle rose up inside her, but she suppressed it. When Cameron struck her again in a different spot, she had the same response to the fleeting pain but this time she couldn’t help but let out a laugh. It had to be some sort of defense mechanism. She often sniggered at inappropriate times, like when she was younger, and her father told her the dog had died. He’d looked at her as though she’d lost her mind and she wondered whether Cameron thought she was a bit strange now.

As Cameron continued to spank her, his hand smacking off different parts of her bottom in a steady rhythm, the urge to laugh disintegrated. This was starting to hurt. Each strike was a little more painful than the last and her flesh began to heat up. By the time he finally stopped, she was panting for breath. Without the blows falling, her bottom seemed to throb harder, making her whimper as the discomfort grew. Closing her eyes, she tried to block out another troubling sensation, her burgeoning arousal.

She drew in a sharp breath as Cameron slid his hand between her legs and gently ran a finger along her feminine slit. Unable to help herself, she rubbed against him.

“Look at that.” Cameron held his hand up for her to see the evidence of her desire glistening on his finger. “Soaking wet.”

“Uh-huh.” She could formulate no other response. How was she supposed to react to the humiliating fact she’d been turned on by being spanked?

“I don’t think you’re going to like this next part quite as much,” he said as he picked up the tawse. “Now, hold still and don’t clench.”

There was barely time to register the instruction before a whooshing sound alerted her to the tawse cutting through the air behind her. As it made impact, there was a sharp sting and then came an unpleasant nipping sensation.

“Owwh!” she screeched. “That fucking hurt.”

She wriggled her hips as she tried to shake out the pain.

“Hold still,” Cameron instructed.

The strap struck again, and she yelped like a dog whose tail had been trodden on. That implement was pure evil. Tears pricked at her eyes and she was sure her arse was on fire. The third strike made her scream and she shook her head violently as though that would somehow make it all better. Cameron tapped her thigh in warning and she stilled. The tawse seared her flesh once more. She might just about have coped with its sting if the stiff leather strands didn’t pinch her skin the way they did as a nasty little parting gift. As one blow fell after another, she lost count of how many strokes he’d given her. Moaning and crying, she clutched at the sheets, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Her bottom ached but worse than that was the humiliation of being unable to hold herself together.

“Two more,” he said sternly and then added, “you’re doing fine, sweetheart.”

That shouldn’t have warmed her to the core, but she had to admit every time he called her that, even sarcastically, she melted inside. She took a deep breath and when the strap landed once more, she whined and buried her face in the bedclothes. She longed for this to be over, not just because it hurt but because there was something else she needed. Her body had come alive in a way she hadn’t expected. Every part of her bristled with sexual awareness as a fluttering stirred her insides. She wanted Cameron’s touch to soothe away the pain.