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The Duke and the Thief

by Ashe Barker and Jaye Peaches

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The laces were fiddly, the layers of skirts a nuisance and she wished that Madame Irene had not cinched her so tight. However, once the corset fell away, she was able to take a deep breath and the lungful calmed her. Throughout her less than graceful stripping, His Grace, the Duke of Savoy, looked on with immense amusement.

“Dear me, that was hardly done well, was it?” He loosened his waistcoat and rolled up his sleeves.

“I’m sorry, Your Grace,” she mumbled.

“Speak up.”

“I am sorry, Your Grace. Would you like me to get dressed and do it again?” She risked a little impertinence; what gentleman did not like a little riposte?

He narrowed his eyes, but she thought beneath the veneer of his strict face, he might be laughing gently. Or at least, that was what she hoped she saw.

“Kindly, young lady, avail yourself over my lap at once.” He patted his knees.

“Sir. Your Grace.” She dashed to his side and bent. The chair was low and she ended up on her knees with her head nearly touching the rug.

He hooked his arm around her waist. Below, where her belly rested on his thigh, she felt a movement, the stirring of his invisible cock. How long must I wait?

He stroked a few circles around each lobe. “Spread your legs so that I can see your cunt.”

She dared not hesitate a fraction of a second and she shuffled her knees apart and lifted her bottom higher.

“Excellent,” he said. “Would it help if I pinned your legs beneath mine?”

“Probably, Your Grace,” she agreed. She was a terrible wriggler.

“I thought as much.” He raised his leg and pushed the backs of her knees down under it. “Let’s begin, shall we?”

“Yes, please, Your Grace.”

The formula was set, the preludes complete. She inhaled, screwed her eyes shut, and readied herself for the first smack. It knocked the wind out of her lungs as he bounced his hand back and forth between her buttocks without pausing. She squealed, surprised at the energy and vigour of his arm. After their meeting at the Velvet Glove, he clearly had a measure of her endurance and intended to test it.

“Argh,” she cried out. The tears confused her. Why did they fall so easily for this one person? She usually had no problem holding them in check and quite often had to rely on the crocodile version if the client insisted she sobbed. The wetness dripped down her cheeks and off the end of her nose.

He continued, unperturbed by her fuss and futile attempts at squirming. She tried to think of snow or the cold Thames, but all that came to mind was a blacksmith’s forge and a baker’s oven—her bottom was on fire and yet, she could not bring herself to call a halt. Why?

“Tell me again about that first spanking. What did you do, Eloise?”

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Though she works two jobs and earns enough to keep herself off the streets of Victorian-era London, twenty-one-year-old Eloise Smith has developed a naughty habit of stealing trinkets from those around her. When a gentleman who introduces himself as the Duke of Savoy takes an interest in Eloise, he decides to put a stop to her thieving with the aid of his riding crop.

The duke knows how to deal with a young lady in need of stern correction, and when Eloise is caught with yet another item that doesn’t belong to her, she is chastised even more shamefully. As she is forced to confess the full extent of her misdeeds with her well-punished bottom still on display, Eloise cannot help longing to be claimed hard and thoroughly, but the man who has set out to tame her has a secret of his own. Will the truth bring their newfound romance to an end?

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About Ashe Barker

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.

About Jaye Peaches

I’m an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

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The Gate to Eden – Blitz

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The Gate to Eden and Christmas in Paradise Box Set
Historical Romance, Western Romance, Holiday Romance
Published: August 2018
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Bringing back the old west — a box set for lovers of western historical romances. Two great, award-winning reads from NY Times bestselling author Cathy McDavid.
The Gate to Eden
STEALING HIS HEART. Crack shot Maddie Campbell isn’t your ordinary thief. She’ll do she’ll do anything to insure the safety and survival of her young daughter and the three hundred other widows and orphans left homeless and penniless after a horrific mining accident—including convincing those responsible for the accident to “donate” to the cause. Maddie and her merry band have been getting cleanly away with their thefts until the day former sheriff Scott McSween arrives in town.
He’s been hired by the mining company owner to bring an end to the crime spree. Despite her efforts to throw him off track, he’s convinced Maddie is connected to the robberies. Determined to draw out all her secrets, he plies her with soft caresses, passionate kisses, and nights spent exploring her body in ways no man has previously dared. But when confronted with a truth that can’t be denied, Scott must choose between the woman he loves and the law he’s sworn to uphold.
Christmas in Paradise
The 1916 holiday season doesn’t make everyone in the desert community of Paradise, Arizona happy. Millie Berinhard dreams of an impetuous suitor who will sweep her off her feet with grand gestures. Steady, dependable William Dunlap is nothing like Millie’s ideal man. Or is there more to him than meets the eye?
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Edenville, Arizona Territory
1887
THADDEUS NEWLIN DIDN’T LIKE prostitutes. He’d worked too hard and too long building his empire only to risk losing it by succumbing to some dreadful disease acquired from a barroom whore.
He did, however, like women and partook of their pleasure as often as his pressing schedule allowed. Young women with long hair, ample curves, and clear skin were his preference. And innocent — if only in looks. No soiled doves ever found their way beneath his blankets.
His secretary, Zachariah Forrester, had assumed the task of procuring this evening’s entertainment, as he always did when the mood for companionship struck Thaddeus. Mr. Forrester recruited from the residences and ranches of whatever town they happened to be visiting. As times were tough and money tight, he seldom encountered any difficulty locating a willing female who fit his boss’s exacting specifications. Then, like all good secretaries, he conveniently disappeared for several hours after escorting the young woman to the steps of Thaddeus’s private railroad car. Neither did he ask any bothersome questions at the end of the night, regardless of the woman’s disheveled condition.
“Very nice,” Thaddeus said as he watched the pretty little thing standing in front of him slip the narrow sleeves of her camisole off her pale shoulders. Mr. Forrester had done well tonight, and Thaddeus considered giving his secretary a bonus.
“I ain’t never been with a man like this before,” the woman said shyly, lowering her eyes to the richly carpeted floor. “You’re my first…you know.”
Thaddeus doubted the truth of her statement. She might not be a prostitute in the strictest sense of the word, but she’d certainly done this before. The large nipples visible through the material of her camisole and the roundness of her belly attested to previous childbirth. Not that Thaddeus cared. In fact, he preferred experienced women. Just not worldly.
“You don’t have to be nervous, my dear.” He played along with her pretense. “I promise to be gentle.” And he would be gentle. Until the end.
She lifted one stocking clad foot and placed it on the edge of the pinstriped settee, near to his leg. Thaddeus felt himself stirring and smiled. He might be past his prime and have only half the hair atop his head he did at twenty, but he’d not yet lost his ability to perform.
Reaching out a large hand, he stroked her smooth, and surprisingly muscular, calf. “Why don’t we see what we can do about removing this stocking?”
The woman — he couldn’t quite remember her name — pressed a knuckle to her lips. “It were a long walk here from my place. Can I use the…the…chamber pot first?” It clearly pained her to have to ask for the convenience.
“Of course. It’s in there.” He pointed toward a door leading to his sleeping quarters.
She ducked behind the door, quiet as a mouse. No sense wasting time, Thaddeus thought and kicked off his boots. Next, he stood, removed his pants, and tossed them aside. They landed haphazardly on the elegant cherry wood rocker he’d had shipped all the way from Boston last year. By the time he completed undressing, he’d begun to wonder what was detaining his lovely guest.
Wearing only his long underwear, he walked to the door of his sleeping quarters and knocked. “Are you all right, my dear?”
His only answer was a soft scuffling sound.
“Hello.” He knocked again, and the brass knob twisted. Thaddeus smiled and moved away from the opening door. “There you are.”
“So, I am.”
The door swung wide, and the smile on Thaddeus’s face died as the end of a Colt revolver was jammed into his protruding gut.
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As a sophomore in high school, NY Times, USA Today, and Amazon bestselling author Cathy McDavid won a local writing competition with her self-illustrated children’s book. Who knew that small triumph would eventually lead to a career writing contemporary romances with over 1.3 million books sold? With forty-four titles to date, Cathy is also a member of the prestigious Romance Writers of America’s Honor Roll. This “almost” Arizona native and mother of grown twins is newly married to her own real-life sweetheart. After leaving the corporate world three years ago, she now spends her days penning stories about good looking men who ride the range or fight fires or wield hammers while sweeping the girl off her feet. It’s a tough job but she’s willing to make the sacrifice.
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Brave Wolf and the Lady – Blitz

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The Clan of the Wolf, Book 2
Historical Romance, Native American Romance
Date Published: June 2018
Publisher: PK&J Publishing
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He saved her life, then stole her heart….
To escape an arranged marriage, Mia Carlson, daughter of a U.S. senator, instead elopes with the man she loves. As they are escaping from her Virginia home, heading west, their wagon train is brutally attacked, leaving Mia alone and in grave danger. Rescue comes from a most unlikely source, a passing Lakota scouting party, led by the darkly handsome Indian, Brave Wolf.
Although Brave Wolf has consented to guide Mia to the nearest trading post, he holds himself apart from her, for his commitments lie elsewhere. But long days on the trail lead to a deep connection with the red-haired beauty. Yet, he can’t stop wondering why death and danger stalk this beautiful woman, forcing him to rescue her time and again. Who is doing this, and why?
One thing is clear, however: Amid the flurry of dodging assassin bullets, Brave Wolf and Mia come into possession of a powerful love. But is it all for naught? Will Brave Wolf’s obligations and Mia’s secret enemy from the past finally succeed in the sinister plot to destroy their love forever?
Warning: Sensuous romance and cameo appearances of Tahiska and Kristina from the book, Lakota Surrender, might cause a happily-ever-after to warm your heart.
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The Clan of the Wolf, Book 1
Publisher: PK&J Publishing
Published: February 2018
TWO HEARTS BETRAYED
Refusing to believe the rumors that the European prince she was forced to marry had died in a far-off land, the princess, Sierra, sets sail to America, bent on revenge and determined to learn the truth. Because she will require a scout to guide her through the wilderness, she calls in a favor from the man who had betrayed her long ago, the man she had once loved deeply and had hoped to wed, the noble Cheyenne scout, High Wolf.
Many years before, a European prince had invited High Wolf to travel an ocean and as a brother, to live as a member of the royal family. There High Wolf had fallen in love with the princess, Sierra. But instead of an engagement and the planned wedding, the princess had treacherously married his friend, the prince. Betrayed and broken-hearted, High Wolf sailed back to America, determined to forget the princess. But a promise given to her years earlier brings her back into his life, igniting a desire he must resist, for to surrender to her again is unthinkable.
Forced into one another’s company, with the threat of life or death around every corner, overcoming their prejudice might be their only means of survival. But can either of them trust in a love, once betrayed? Or will their past force them apart again, this time forever?…
This book has been previously published.
Warning: A sensuous romance that might fan the flames of desire. Be warned. You might fall in love all over again.
Excerpt
Snarl, yelp, snap!
          What was that?
          Crack!
          Fear washed through her. Was she in trouble?
          “Mr. Lakota?”
          No answer.
          She swung around to glance back in the direction where she’d left him. But where was he?
          Panic consumed her. Had he left her?
          “Mr. Lakota!” She called again. Then, louder yet. “Mr. Lakota, where are you?”
          Nothing… No answer…
          “Mr. Lakota?”
          “I am…here.” The tone of his voice was deep, reassuring, but farther up the slope.
          Relief swept through her. Still, it took several moments before she was able to respond, saying, “Where? I still don’t know where ‘here’ is.”
          With that masculine grace which seemed to be as much a part of his stride as was his careful pace, he stepped out from the tall grasses that grew at the top of the coulee.
          “Oh, there you are.” She looked up. “But how did you get up there?”
          “I climb. Did you not see…wolf?”
          “No, I—“
          “Wolf hungry…crazy. Watching you.”
          She caught her breath before she uttered, “A wolf, looking at me as though I were what?  Food?”
          “Could be. Had to…kill him. Not like to kill a wolf.”
          “But how did you know there was a wolf there? Or that there was any danger at all?”
          “My…duty to know.”
          “Yes, yes. However, I still don’t understand how you could be aware that there was–” She cut herself off short, and paused. “You were so intent on building that lean-to. How do you do that?  How do you know of happenings far away from you?”
          He shrugged as he stepped down the slope and came down farther into the coulee. “I am…toƞwéya, scout.
          He said these words as though they alone explained the world around them from his point of view. And when she encouraged him to expand upon that a little, and said, “Yes…?” he did little more than nod at her.
          “Hear wolf growl?” he asked.
          “Yes, but—”
          “Wolf…pounce…on you before I kill? Spit and…howl? Bite you?”
          “No.”
          His expression didn’t change at all, as he said, “Wolf…rabid. Out of…mind. Had to kill.”
          The wolf was rabid?
          All at once, the enormity of the danger she’d been in struck her. She swooned, but he’d come to stand close to her, and, clutching hold of his arm, she steadied herself.
          “If it had bitten me, then I would surely die a most horrible death.” She swallowed hard and continued to speak as though the words were drawn from deep within her soul. “I am obliged to you once again, Mr. Lakota. I—I hardly know how to repay you.”
          “No…claim on me,” he said. “It my…duty.” He touched her hand where she still gripped his arm, and he loosened her fingers. But as soon as she stood on her own, her knees buckled under her, and she fell.
          He caught her before she reached the ground, and, as his arms came around her, she gazed up into his eyes. They were the color of a crystal-blue sky and looked so foreign in contrast to the deeply tanned color of his skin. So strange a combination for an Indian.
          Then it happened. His head came down toward hers, and his lips were only a fraction of an inch from hers. She was ready for the embrace, and she opened her lips in anticipation of his kiss. But it never materialized.
          As though they had both turned to stone, neither one of them moved. Nor did either of them step away from the other. However, neither took action to close the miniscule distance between them.
          Her whole body was on fire, and she could barely speak as she asked, “Are you going to do it? Are you going to kiss me?”
          “I…dare not,” he whispered, and so close was he, she could feel the movement of his lips on her own as he spoke.
          She whispered, “For what you have done for me, I owe you much. If you wish to—”
          He put a single finger over her lips. “Do not say it. You…owe me nothing. If I…kiss you, it…be because I want to kiss you, not because you…owe me anything.”
          “And do you want to kiss me?”
          “Hau.” He shut his eyes.
          “That word means yes?”
          He didn’t answer.
          “Do you not do it because of your pledge to Walks-in-sunshine?”
          Again, no answer.
          He let his arms fall from around her. With a deep breath, he stepped back from her, putting a little distance between them. When her knees wouldn’t stand under her weight and she stumbled, he quickly moved to catch her, but he placed no more than a single arm around her waist.
          He said, “No kiss…because one kiss not enough.”
          His words stirred her, caused her to realize that he was as moved by her as she was by him, and, in consequence, she might have gone to pieces and plunged to the ground altogether. She didn’t. But only because he held onto her so tightly.
          “These…words,” he continued, “we must not say to…each other. Long…trek. Must not…touch again.”
          “Why?”
          “Forbidden,” was all he said.
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Multi-published Author of American Indian Historical Romances, KAREN KAY has been praised by reviewers and fans alike for bringing insights into the everyday life of the American Indian culture of the past.  As Reviewer, Suzanne Tucker, once wrote, “Ms. Kay never fails to capture the pride, the passion and the spirit of the American Indian…  As in each and every one of her mesmerizing Indian stories, we’re moved beyond words.  We feel more, we understand better, we love deeper.  They are healing stories of hope, of tenderness, of forgiveness, of great beauty and awe.”
KAREN KAY, whose great-grandmother was a Choctaw Indian, is honored to be able to write about the American Indian culture.
“With the power of romance, I hope to bring about an awareness of the American Indian’s concept of honor, and what it meant to them to live as free men and free women.  There are some things that should never be forgotten.”
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From a Lady to a Maid – Blitz

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Historical Romance / Erotica
Date Published: July 2018
Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
 
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‘You marry a man he owns you. I won’t do it.’  Will falling in love change her mind?
Victorian England 1872
Lady Henrietta escapes from her locked bedroom and stepfather’s attempt to starve her into agreeing to an arranged marriage that will only be of benefit to him. Underage, she must avoid his clutches until she turns twenty-one, and as Amelia Brown, she finds employment in the household of Damion, Marquis of Ashton.
High-spirited and fiercely independent, Amelia has a chance encounter with Damion, which establishes a powerful attraction between the two. Their passion ignites, the sex between them of an unrestrained delight hat is contrary to the customs of the times.
But the storm clouds are gathering. Amelia will have to take desperate measures to protect herself and the man she loves.
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Cassie O’Brien is a writer of erotic romance. From A Lady To A Maid is the second book published by Totally Bound. The first was a contemporary romance, The Girls’ Club which was published in February 2018.
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The Unexpected Wife – Virtual Book Tour

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Historical Romance
Date Published: July 25, 2018
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When the Duke of Murnane accepts an unofficial fact finding mission to Canton on behalf of the queen in 1838 he expects work to heal him. He certainly doesn’t expect to confront his wreck of a marriage in such an exotic locale, or to find the love of his life. Zambak Hayden follows her brother to China to escape pressure to make a suitable marriage. When she finds the brother drawn into the world of greed, smuggling, opium, and corruption she resolves to both sort out the truth and to protect her brother from becoming prey to all of it—if only she could stop yearning for the one man she can’t have.  Can love survive when troubles and war explode around them?
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“Don’t go honorable and protective on me, Charles. I know what I want,” she sputtered, grabbing his lapels and snuggling her nose into his shoulder.

“That fills me with more joy than I can explain, Zambak,” he said. He stood, pulling her with him, and turned her outward to face the shore while he put his arms around her waist to hold her loosely from behind. “You aren’t so naïve that you can’t tell how badly I want you,” he whispered in her ear.

Smug and filled with triumph, she spoke without thinking. “I know. I fear I’ve tumbled entirely in love with you, Charles. It is new and precious and—” She sank her head back against him. She felt safe in his arms, yet frustrated. When she wriggled free to face him, he held her at arms length, one hand on each arm.

“You don’t understand what you’re suggesting,” he said.

“Perhaps not entirely, but I’m eager to find out. We can manage this thing between us. I know we can. For now—”

“For now, nothing. Listen to me, dear one.”

Dear one. She felt her smile fill her down to her toes. She sank back on her heels and studied his face, grave in the moonlight.

“You’ve told me over and over again you do not wish to marry,” he reminded her.

“Maybe I was wrong. I don’t wish marriage as dictated by rank and land and the rest. Or maybe I don’t need marriage. There’s Julia in any case and—and I’m jumping ahead.”

He smiled then and loosed his grip, taking a step away. “You certainly are, and I’m making a mull of it.” He reached out a hand to cup her cheek. “Lady Zambak Hayden, I find that I have also tumbled into this maelstrom. I love your brilliant mind and unbounded courage. Your lovely body drives me mad, as you will have noticed. But—”

She growled deep in her throat. Always a “but.” She put a finger to his lips, but he shook his head, and removed his hand from her face.

“Listen to me. You may not believe in marriage, but you deserve no less than my total commitment. I am a married man, who can’t make his addresses with any honor.”

“I thought you and Julia had an agreement,” she reminded him.

“We do. But Julia’s word is always questionable, making any agreement equally questionable. Divorce is tedious and difficult at best, ugly and scandal-ridden at worst. When it’s done, she will have shredded my good name.”

“I know you. I know better. I don’t care.” She didn’t. She couldn’t believe he’d think otherwise.

His smile held infinite sadness. “Your father will care, and your mother wants more for you than a man eleven years your senior with an ugly past.”

“Piffle. Even if that is true—and I doubt it, because they know you. They know what you’re made of—I am of age. They will have to accept it, because I will defy whatever they might do to stop me.”

“Yes, you would,” he replied with a sigh. “You defy them in many things, and it seems to fall to me to keep you out of trouble.”

He reached over and took her right hand between both of his. “Very well, Lady Zambak Hayden, will you—”

She tried to throw herself into his arms, but he held her back. “Wait. Listen to what I’m asking. Will you wait for me to be free? Will you wait as long as it takes to extricate myself from my joke of a marriage so I can come to you honorably and make my offer?”

She sank back, subdued. “I don’t want to wait.” Stony features looked implacably back for a long moment until she gave in. “But I will if you give me no choice, because I promise you this, Charles: there is no other man but you and never will be. I love you.”

His eyes bore into hers. “I won’t hold you to it, Zambak, but I love you for saying it.” He kissed her then—a fierce caress that battered her soul with the enormity of his feelings—stepped away and bowed. “Now I will join the crew on the quarterdeck for both our sakes, since you will not go below.”

He left her in the moonlight, cold and alone, but with hope firmly set in her heart.

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Award-winning author Caroline Warfield has been many things: traveler, librarian, poet, raiser of children, bird watcher, Internet and Web services manager, conference speaker, indexer, tech writer, genealogist—even a nun. She reckons she is on at least her third act, happily working in an office surrounded by windows where she lets her characters lead her to adventures in England and the far-flung corners of the British Empire. She nudges them to explore the riskiest territory of all, the human heart.
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