A scorching excerpt from Reformed by the Scotsman

So I missed the deadline to participate in WipItUp Wednesday this week because of all the work I had to finish for my university course. Now it’s done, I have a scorching excerpt from Reformed by the Scotsman, my new book which is out Saturday (5th August). It’s the 1920s, it’s Edinburgh, and Adeline Hawthorne is getting spanked by Edward Wolstanton, to whom she was sent to be reformed:

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Feeling furiously embarrassed and extremely hot, she turned her head away from him before she recovered her scathing sarcasm.

“Like what you see? Bet you collect magazine-pictures of girls in their underthings, don’t you?” she said.

Instead of wrong-footing him or provoking a series of denials, she seemed to have galvanized his will, for he chose that moment to sit in an overstuffed armchair and pull her over his knee. The position was not lost on her, and she inhaled sharply in horror because there was only one thing anybody did once they had a girl over their knee, bottom upturned, face and feet near the floor. Her black silky knickers almost completely protected her bottom cheeks, though, so even if he really was going to spank her like an errant schoolgirl, it couldn’t possibly hurt.

Telling herself there was no possibility that stuffy, proper Edward would really spank her, she yelped when his hand connected loudly with her bottom, resonating throughout the room with a loud clap. The sting was instant and seemed to cover most of her right cheek. He brought his hand down over and over in a brisk pace, raining hard swats of fire over her bottom cheeks before she opened her mouth to protest.

“How dare you? When my father hears about this, you’ll be sorry!” she protested, trying to avoid the spanks. She was infuriated. How dare he punish her like a naughty child? She shifted around on his knee hoping to escape, but he held her firmly. A warm glow flashed through her nether regions as she realized he had bested her.

“Your father gave me express permission to use any means necessary to improve your attitude, young lady, and that is what I’m doing.” Edward spoke calmly. His voice didn’t match with the flurry of sharp swats he was subjecting her sit-spot to.

“No! He wouldn’t! Not if he knew you were… doing this to me!” she retorted hotly.

“I don’t think he was especially interested in the details,” Edward said. She kicked and wriggled and generally made a nuisance of herself attempting to inconvenience him as much as possible during this spanking. Truly, she was unable to escape, and part of her liked being thoroughly helpless while someone held her to account, not because she had conceded to their pathetic protests, but because they had the guts to overpower her and compel her to obey. There was a strong sense of satisfaction that accompanied the feeling of helplessness. Her underwear grew wet and her nipples hardened in response to being forced to submit.

Horrified at her weakness, she buried her emotions and fought him with redoubled effort. It hurt, though, and despite the fact she didn’t stop fighting him, his swats gave her pause for thought. How long would he keep this up? Could she fight back for longer than he could spank her?

“If you continue resisting me while you are over my knee, and threatening to tattle to your father, I will give you some letter paper once this is over and I will stand beside you and make you write a letter to the Earl of Hathersedge detailing exactly what I am doing right now, including how you are dressed, how your bottom feels, the color it has turned—a tantalizing pink, if you care to know—and what, precisely, you did to earn the punishment, starting with the rummy business at the train station.” Edward paused spanking her and gently caressed her bottom. It burned so much that it even felt pink, especially when he touched her.

He continued outlining the potential future punishment as his fingers trailed along her skin. “I will then expect you to address it and take it to the post office where you will tell the postmistress that you are writing to your father to inform him that you are in disgrace, although you will kindly spare her the details as I wouldn’t want you to offend her sensibilities.”

He landed some particularly hard swats on the skin between the top of her thigh and her bottom cheeks and she growled in frustration. It was so undignified and she growled at the sharper sting as his hand connected with the sensitive skin there.

As if his threat of humiliation and enforced spanking weren’t bad enough, he leaned down to her ear and quietly murmured in a low voice, his Scottish vowels piercing his otherwise refined English accent, “Of course, when writing to your father, you can leave out the fact that your knickers are soaked through.”

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Oooh I can’t WAIT to see what you all make of this story! I don’t write many one-on-ones (although there are more to come), so I really liked having more space within the story to explore the characters’ thoughts, feelings and backstory in greater depth than in Captured by the Highlanders. I’ll be sending copies to my ARC readers the MINUTE I get the files from the publisher, and the cover is being finalized as I write so I’ll post that tomorrow!

 

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Captured by the Highlanders Hits the Top 50!

I am so pleased to announce that my latest book, Captured by the Highlanders, has steamed to number 48 on the Amazon top 100 for Scottish Historical Romance, and it’s still climbing! There isn’t a category for “historical fantasy BDSM menage” but if there was, that’s where this book would be!

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Check out what all the fuss is about here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073T4P1PT

A big thank-you goes out to everyone who has bought and read my book so far, and to all my reviewers, and to everyone at Stormy Night Publications for making this happen!

Lots of Love,
Katie xxxx

A mouth watering excerpt from Captured by the Highlanders!

My new book, Captured by the Highlanders, came out on Saturday and I’m so excited to share a scorching excerpt with you for WipItUp Wednesday! In the last sneak peek, you met Kieran and Jacob, so in this one, I’d like to introduce you all to our third hunky Highlander (and all-round good egg): Callum. For background, they’re hiding out in a barn at night and a thunderstorm just began.

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“It’s all right, lassie, it’s just a crack o’ thunder,” Callum said. Bridget hated thunder almost as much as she hated gunfire.

“The barn has hardly any roof,” she pointed out. “We might get hit by lightning.”

“No, the trees are just over there. It will hit them first,” he said. A bolt of glowing lightning flashed somewhere and lit up the inside of the barn. It was so close she smelled the static, and the men’s hair was beginning to stand on end.

“Please, I want to hide! I have to get out of here! You don’t understand, the lightning will hit us!” Bridget was so scared that she couldn’t even speak sense any more. She got to her feet and ran out of the barn as the pelting rain fell down.

Powerful hands wrapped around her waist and in her blind panic, she kicked and screamed in the storm as someone took her back into the barn. The walls were protecting them from some of the rain but mostly it was soaking through her dress and making her curly black hair relax, so it fell all the way to her bottom, weighed down by the rivulets of water.

She was undressed by whoever had brought her back in, and the second they had their hands full with her bodice, she ran back outside again, certain that the lightning would find the barn before the forest, as the crumbling structure was the tallest thing on the open land.

She wanted to hide under the trees where she thought she’d be safer. Someone tackled her to the ground and wrestled her over their knee. She was soaked and now her front was muddy, too. When the first swat landed on her bottom, she yelled and kicked and tried to get loose, but the man who had caught her was too strong for her.

“I told you, the lightning will hit the trees first!” Callum shouted above the sound of the storm and Bridget’s yelling.

He spanked her hard, and her wet skin stung even more than the last time he’d spanked her. Quickly, she had to stop kicking and fighting, and accept her punishment. “You are running into danger. The trees are not safe.”

As if God picked that moment to illustrate Callum’s point, a bolt of lightning hit a tree about a hundred feet away, ensconcing it in the white electricity with little jets of fire where the twigs were thinnest. Bridget screamed; it was the most fearsome sight she’d ever seen in her life, and it was directly in the path she’d been trying to run in. Her voice was drowned out by the angry growl from the sky, which seemed to be all around them before it receded.

Her bottom, already sore from being spanked earlier, as well as riding a horse, now had a deep ache. The surface tingled and burned, filling her body with warmth and making her little button throb. She began to cry as Callum continued spanking her, the smell of burning wood mingling with the static taste, and she realized he’d just saved her life.

“I’m sorry!” she shouted. “Please, Callum, I’m sorry!”

“Good. I will stop spanking you when I think you have learned the lesson, lass.” He brought his callused hand down on her bottom over and over, until every inch of her cheeks was stinging and she was sobbing uncontrollably, lying still over his lap and accepting her punishment. It stung, but at the same time, she felt cared for and protected. The twitching feeling between her legs turned into a needful ache. When he stopped, the fat drops of rain splattered on her punished behind, cooling it, before he flipped her upright.

In the last vestiges of light, she looked up at him as he towered above her, and before she knew it, they were kissing, deeply, while he was holding her head with one strong hand, and his other was pinching her freshly spanked bottom, making it tingle.

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Want to know what happens next? Callum, Kieran and Jacob are waiting for you here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073T4P1PT

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A sneaky preview of Captured by the Highlanders

It’s WipItUp Wednesday, the blog hop where writers share their works in progress or recently published work, and I’ve got an exciting excerpt to share with you!

Oooh this one is a ménage! 3 guys, one girl, and it’s all about her! Isn’t that the best sort of ménage? In case the title didn’t give it away, the 3 heroes in this story are all Highlanders, although the action takes place in the Lowlands.

Set in 1899, it’s the story of a sassy Irish girl who’s escaping an evil English duke who kidnapped her. When she meets three Highlanders, they think she’s part of the duke’s entourage, so they try to kidnap her to ransom back to the duke. Sparks, of course, fly, when they find out her true identity, and decide they need to rescue her… if only her smart mouth would just stay closed long enough to let them.

Here’s an artist’s impression (OK, I totes DIY’d it) of the three Highlanders:

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I can’t wait to see what the cover will look like! And here’s a steamy excerpt (play nice 😉 as I haven’t got the copy-edited version yet) from a scene with Bridget, Jacob and Kieran:

Kieran suddenly turned to the door, and Jacob followed his gaze. When he saw Bridget standing in the doorway, holding some folded sheets, he frowned. Had she heard their conversation?

 “The polite thing to do is to knock before entering someone’s room,” he chided her, semi-sternly.

She seemed to recover herself, then, and she cocked her head defiantly.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist; I’ll be quiet as the grave. I only came to bring your fresh linens for you as the innkeeper forgot to change them afore we took the rooms. Now, are you going to let me change the bed or would you rather threaten to stick pins under my nails or some such?”

“Oh no, little lady. I’ve got a much better idea what we can do with a willful young lady who can’t be polite,” Kieran told her. Jacob caught his eye and saw it was twinkling with amusement. He’d been waiting for a reason to spank her, and Bridget had played straight into their hands.

“I think you can both go and whistle up a rope,” she retorted. In a moment, Jacob was across the room and closed his hands around her soft arms. Kieran swiftly joined him and took the sheets she held, placing them on the dresser, then closed the bedroom door.

“I think I saw a hairbrush in that drawer,” Jacob remarked, and Kieran grinned wickedly.

Jacob lifted Bridget off her feet and carried her to the bed, where he sat on the edge of it and arranged her over his knee. He slid her dress and petticoat up, and groaned softly when he saw the delicate white skin of her cheeks.

“I won’t let you do whatever you’re planning,” she blustered.

“You’re over my knee, your bottom is bared for me to see, and you cannae move. How do you plan to prevent me?” Jacob asked, as he gently caressed her bottom.

“Why are you doing this?” she demanded.

“Aye, it’s less of the ‘I won’t let you’ and more of the ‘why,’ now,” Kieran observed.

“We are doing this because you need to know who is in charge around here,” Jacob said. He admired her shapely curves as his hand trailed over her skin. He could feel his hardness pressing into her belly already.

“Ye dinnae have a very good attitude, lass, and we think it’s high time ye learn that we won’t stand for any nonsense,” Kieran added.

“Ye ken what this is, aye?” Jacob held the hairbrush in front of her face.

She nodded. “It’s for getting rid of tangles.”

“It’s got its other uses, too,” Kieran’s voice was filled with mirth. Jacob wondered how long they could keep this up before they just bent her over the nearest piece of furniture and filled her with their cocks. She was so hot, innocent, and feisty all at the same time, and he wanted her so much.

Jacob took the hairbrush from Kieran and swatted Bridget’s right bottom cheek with the back of it. It left a fine oval imprint that turned from white to red. She inhaled sharply and he watched her fists clench as she tried not to show how much this hurt. He wanted her to know she was his, just as much as she was Callum’s.

“You’re going to get six of these from me, then you’re going to thank me, then it’s Kieran’s turn to spank you,” Jacob told her conversationally. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kieran nodding emphatically.

Liking symmetry, Jacob brought the back of the hairbrush down on her left cheek, this time, and watched as it colored to match the other one. She gasped and squeezed her fists hard. Jacob landed the brush twice more, so there were four nice red marks on her white skin, then he paused for a moment and caressed her soft bottom with the tips of his fingers, lightly swirling them over the cool white and hot red areas. The contrast under his fingers was highly arousing. Before he’d been doing it for long, she moaned.

“This isn’t fair!” she complained.

“Are you not enjoying yourself down there?” Jacob asked.

She shook her head fervently and her black curls bounced on the wooden floor.

Suspecting she was lying, he put his hand between her legs and felt her sex. It was soaking wet and she cried out when he touched her most sensitive area.

“I think the next two swats should be extra hard because you’re not being very truthful, young lady.”

He brought the hairbrush down on the place where her thighs met her bottom cheeks, hard, and delighted when she whimpered in surprise.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” he prompted her.

“Thank-you.” Bridget said it through gritted teeth.

“Good girl. Now it’s Kieran’s turn.” Jacob tipped Bridget upright and got to his feet as her skirt tumbled back down to her ankles. Kieran gently led her to about three feet away from the window.

What’s Kieran going to do with Bridget? Find out on Saturday, when Captured by the Highlanders comes out!

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx