Addy: Hi Ashe! I'm so excited to have you over. Your Highwayman sounds like he was a lot of fun to write!
Ashe: Hi Adaline, and thank you so much
for inviting me over to your blog to give a shout out about The
Highwayman’s Lady. I’m really excited about this
story,
Gray is a hero I’ve been hatching for a while now, and it just reached the point where he had to emerge. He’s a rogue and no one could mistake him for a gentleman, but I hope you’ll love him as much as I do.
Gray is a hero I’ve been hatching for a while now, and it just reached the point where he had to emerge. He’s a rogue and no one could mistake him for a gentleman, but I hope you’ll love him as much as I do.
Here’s the blurb…
After
the death of her mother, twenty-year-old Imogen Bennett faces the
prospect of being coerced into marriage by a scheming relative, but
fate intervenes when a masked highwayman accosts her on the road.
Desperate to escape the unwanted wedding, Imogen pleads with the
mysterious, handsome rogue to rescue her.
Alistair
Graham is a proud Scotsman who rebelled against British rule, and
since the defeat of the highlanders at Culloden he has taken to
robbing rich Englishmen travelling through Scottish lands. He is no
gentleman, but he is certainly not a man who would ignore a young
woman’s pleas for help, and he agrees to do what he can to assist
the beautiful girl he has waylaid.
Imogen
finds herself drawn to Alistair, and though he warns her that he
expects a woman’s complete obedience both in bed and out of it, she
cannot resist offering her virgin body to him. He takes her hard and
thoroughly, leaving her utterly spent yet still aching for more, and
when her shock at her own wantonness leads her to speak
disrespectfully to him he bares her bottom and punishes her soundly.
A
highwayman is no suitable match for a lady, however, and Alistair
fears that her association with him can only put them both in danger,
so he makes her promise that she’ll tell no one about what took
place between them and then ensures that she is delivered safely to
the home of her honourable cousin in Kirkleven. Yet despite her best
efforts to put Alistair out of her mind forever, in her heart Imogen
knows she will always belong to the man who rescued her, mastered
her, and made her his. But will her highwayman ever return to lay
claim to his lady?
Publisher’s
Note: The
Highwayman’s Lady
is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes,
anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you,
please don’t buy this book.
And an excerpt…
“Please,
wait.” I blurt out my words without thinking. He pauses, turns his
head to regard me over his shoulder.
“Madam?”
“Take
me with you. Please.”
He
appears to consider my request, though just briefly. Then he shakes
his head. “As I explained to your companion when he suggested a
similar course of action, I do not abduct females and would object
most strenuously to being hanged for such a crime. I have my faults,
as must be evident, but I am no abuser of women.”
“It
would not be abduction; it would be… a rescue. I will tell them
that, if we are caught.” I reach for him, grasp his sleeve.
He
makes a point of looking at my fingers as I clutch at his arm but
does not shake me off. His gaze is level as he regards my no doubt
frantic features. “I do not believe the distinction would be
appreciated. I am sorry, I cannot help you other than to afford you
the means to gain your freedom as I have already explained.”
“But,
he will catch me. Sidney, I mean. I just need to get to my family in
Scotland. They will help me.”
He
shakes his head. “This is a secluded spot. It is likely to be
several hours at least before anyone comes by to release him. Sidney,
did you say? You will have good start on him.”
I
nod. “I know, but how far will I get on foot? I do not even have a
cloak.”
“We
could always liberate that fine garment worn by Sidney. I would be
delighted to assist you in that endeavour.”
I
bow my head, disheartened. Sidney’s cloak will help, but I would
still be facing a journey of over two hundred miles with no money, no
food, no change of clothing, on foot and battered as I am. Even if I
am able to reach Lady Beatrice in Stirling, what sort of a sight
would I present by the time I arrive? She is as likely to slam her
door and set the dogs on me thinking me to be an itinerant beggar as
she would be to welcome me as her long-lost cousin. I try one last
tack.
“I
could pay you.”
He
furrows his brow, his head tilted to one side. “Could you? I
thought we had established that you have no money, nothing of value.”
“I
do not, not yet. But I stand to inherit twenty thousand pounds on my
twenty-first birthday, just eight months from now. If Sidney succeeds
in forcing me to wed him, he will gain control of my inheritance. If
you aid me in eluding him and thwarting his plans, I will pay you one
thousand pounds. You will have to wait for eight months, but I swear
to you I will redeem my debt.”
“I
do believe you would, miss. However, even the promise of a small
fortune for my trouble will not induce me to court the hangman’s
noose for such an offence. What is more, if I were the chivalrous
knight in shining armour you clearly mistake me for, I would not take
payment from you in any case.”
I
face the highwayman again and contemplate further pleading. I opt for
a more direct and immediate reward.
“Sir,
I would be prepared to do anything, anything at all you may desire,
in exchange for your assistance.” I trust he will take my meaning
and from the wicked glint that I perceive in his eyes, I can tell it
is not lost on him. Despite my bold offer, a burning flush rises from
below my neckline and creeps up my face. I am oddly calm at the
prospect of sleeping with this outlaw. Indeed, the idea awakens some
rather peculiar sensations deep in my belly. He may be ugly as the
devil himself behind that mask, but I find him to be strangely
attractive and he has treated me with the utmost respect thus far.
Even so, the act of offering my body to him is not one which comes
easily.
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More about me:
I’ve been an avid reader of fiction
for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the
hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty
pleasure – research.
I tend to draw on my own experience to
lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An
incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky
character, any of these can spark a story idea.
I live in the North of England, on the
edge of the Brontë moors. When not writing – which is not very
often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident
taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of
dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.
I have around thirty titles on general
release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have
several more in the pipeline. I write M/f, M/M, and occasionally ring
the changes with a little M/M/f. All my books feature BDSM. I write
explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just
sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling
plots, so that’s what I write too.
I have a pile of story ideas still to
work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely
moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.
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