Held in Custody
By Ashe Barker
Stormy Night, 2017
Released 14 October 2017
Genre: Time travel, Historical erotic romance, Viking
romance
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In his
custody – for her own protection … and his
·
His job
is to protect. He intends to do his job, whether she likes it or not
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In an
unfamiliar, hostile world, who can she trust?
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.
Author Synopsis:
The best laid plans…
He had no intention of touching her. His job is to protect
the community of North Uist in the Outer Hebrides so Police Sergeant Finn Olsen
is not about to let some strange woman run around his island brandishing a
knife almost as big as she is. The mysterious female soon finds herself Held In
Custody, locked up for her own protection. And his.
She is a prisoner in his care, but the more he learns about
his unusual captive, the more Finn begins to suspect all is not what it seems.
Eira speaks a language long dead, has no idea about modern plumbing, and seems
to think he’s a god!
Punished for attempting to escape and putting herself in
danger, Eira soon learns that the stern man who has her in his power intends to
keep her safe but he expects obedience. Confused, lost, alone, she has no choice
but to trust him as her world is thrown into turmoil. But when faced with a
menacing threat from the past can Finn protect her? And can they forge a new
future together?
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Excerpt 1 (PG)
The figure appeared in front of
him, out of nowhere. Finn veered to the left to avoid mowing her down. He
managed to lay the bike on its side in the ditch, causing considerable damage
to the stubby foliage which bordered the road but mercifully none to himself
and he hoped not the bike either. The Kawasaki was his pride and joy, he'd only
had the machine for three months.
Shit!
He scrambled to his feet and
scanned back along the road.
Where
the fuck is she? I managed to avoid her, surely...
Finn started to walk back the way
he had come, glancing from right to left, searching for any sign of an injured
pedestrian.
What
the hell is she doing out here, in the middle of fucking nowhere, on her own
anyway? How did she get here? Where has she come from?
All good questions. He would be
sure to ask them, when he found her.
It was the movement to his right
that alerted him. That and the brief glimmer of moonlight as the glowering
clouds parted for a few moments. It was enough. He spotted her, silhouetted
against the icy skyline as she attempted to flee across the moors. Finn set off
after her at a sprint.
The race was an unequal one,
despite his recent close encounter with the asphalt. He caught up with the
diminutive figure in less than half a minute. She might have done better if she
wasn't hampered by an ankle-length skirt and some sort of flowing cloak that
persisted in wrapping itself around her legs.
"Hey, wait. I just want to
know that you're all right," he called out from a few yards behind her.
She ignored him and scrambled on.
Was she limping? Christ, surely he hadn't hit her...
"Stop. I'm the police, not a
fucking axe murderer." Not that he had his warrant card with him, since he
was off duty, but still it seemed worth a try.
The woman was clearly less than
impressed. She glanced back just once, let out a horrified scream and found a
fresh burst of speed.
"What the fuck...?" Finn
lengthened his own stride and managed to grab a fistful of the billowing cloak.
The sodden garment came off in his hand.
He tossed it to the ground and
charged after her again, this time managing to get a hand on her shoulder. The
woman whirled to face him, brandishing a seriously business-like dagger.
"Holy fuck!" Finn
released her and raised both hands. He retreated to a safe distance of three or
four feet and circled her slowly, his eyes holding hers. Green, he fancied,
though it was impossible to be sure in this light. But she was plainly
terrified. He kept his voice low and calm.
"Put that down, miss. There's
no need for this. I don't mean you any harm, I just want to know that you're
not hurt."
She screamed, her features
contorted in horror as she stared at his face. It was only then that Finn
realised he still wore his full-face helmet. He guessed that could be enough to
scare her, though she must have heard the bike. What did she expect? He removed
his thick leather gauntlet-style gloves, then unbuckled his chinstrap and
dragged the helmet off. He offered her what he hoped would pass for a
reassuring smile.
Excerpt 2 (18+)
He patted his lap and waited for
Eira to resign herself to the inevitable. It did not take long. Eira edged
forward from the head of the bed and eventually threw herself face down across
his knee.
Finn lifted the towel to reveal the
curved perfection of her bottom. He had, of course, had occasion to admire her
body in the shower, though between the T-shirt and his own annoyance that
opportunity had been limited. He took his time to savour her now.
Eira flinched when he laid his palm
on the soft, tender skin of her buttock. He squeezed, then reached for the belt
which he had laid beside him on the bed. Finn took the precaution of hooking
his leg over both of hers to ensure she remained in place, and with his spare
hand he held her wrists in the small of her back. He usually derived
considerable pleasure from taking his belt to a willing woman and he was only
marginally less enthusiastic about administering a decent disciplinary
spanking. Now that he had Eira laid across his lap, waiting, he was ready to
admit that this was where he had wanted to see her right from the moment he had
set eyes on the woman on the road. Even so, he thought it best to get this done
with quickly. It was late, they both needed to get some sleep.
Eira yelped when the first stroke
landed. She wriggled and squirmed on Finn's lap but he held her fast. After a
few moments she settled and he delivered the second stroke. This time she
whimpered but did not struggle. The third and fourth strokes were met with
first screams, then sobbing. By the fifth she lay limp, weeping, her bottom
sporting five vivid crimson stripes.
Finn laid the belt aside and traced
each red wheal with his fingertips. He was gentle, but she hissed with pain
even so.
"I am sorry, " she
gulped. "I will obey."
"I know," murmured Finn.
"I know you will. And now, you know
what will happen if you don't."
"I am sorry, also, for the
knife."
"That's done with, I told you.
It doesn't matter."
"I am sorry, even so."
Finn eased her to her feet, then
held her elbows until he was sure she was steady. "All is forgiven. You
have been punished and we will not talk of it again, the knife or you
disobeying me." He pulled her to him in a hug then smiled up at her.
"You must be tired. It is very late. I made a bed for you."
"I know, in the prison."
"No, not there. In another
room. You can use it until you have somewhere else to stay." He stood up
and held out his hand. Eira took it, and he led her from the room.
"This is for me?" She gazed
at the small but perfectly serviceable spare bedroom.
"Yes. You can sleep here. I'll
bring your clothes when they're dry but until then you'll have to borrow more
of mine."
"May I stay with you?"
"What?"
"May I sleep in your bed? With
you?"
More about Ashe Barker
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:
Or you can email her direct on ashe.barker1@gmail.com
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