An excerpt from Rescued by the Woodsman

So I just released a new short (long short) story, entitled Rescued by the Woodsman. It’s book one in a series called Darkholm, set in a world I’ve been hesitating over writing about for almost a year. I kept telling myself not to, because I have been categorically told there’s no market for the concept, but then this story sort of wrote itself last week, while I was in Shanghai.

I self-published Rescued by the Woodsman on Monday morning, after deliberating over expanding it out into a longer story, because it seemed to fit 12,500 words perfectly, so it’s not the right length to send to a publisher. So, instead, I made it free here on Instafreebie.

On top of that, it’s written in the same universe as my single worst-selling book to date (Sharing the Princess). There are a few things that wouldn’t work in any other story world. As well as that, the content of Rescued by the Woodsman is pretty dark, so all in all, I decided self-publishing the Darkholm series was my best plan, although it’s not the super-dark WIP that I’m currently writing; that’s also on its way. The idea for this dark fantasy series has been at the back of my mind for a while, however. I also haven’t put it on Amazon for the time being. I thought about it, and decided I’ll see how it does on Instafreebie, then I’ll maybe put it on Amazon at a later date, when the next book in the series is released. Maybe.

Sharing the Princess isn’t quite part of this series, but it’s set in another kingdom (called Dovedalethorpe. Rescued by the Woodsman, and the next book, Shared by the Beasts, take place in Darkholm) in the same world as Rescued by the Woodsman. 

Do you like the cover? I am really pleased with how it came out, although I can see that there’s room for improvement.

Here’s an excerpt, and the blurb and a free download link are both below it:

Emmett Hartley had watched the young redheaded witch as she made her daisy chain. Since he came out here regularly with his axe, he knew her by sight, although they had never spoken. Sometimes, he saw her crying, and wondered what an evil sorcerer possibly needed to cry over. Witches had killed his mother, and he had sworn if he ever saw a witch he would kill it.

He hadn’t gone near the girl yet, though. Something about her reminded him of the gazelle he hunted sometimes with his cousin Benadrin, when he visited him in the kingdom of Dovedale. The big, soulful, green eyes had the look of one who knew they were prey, and who saw the hunter’s arrow hurtling toward their heart. She never settled, even when she was occupied with a task. Then, every so often, she would pause, staring off into the distance, before dropping everything, waving a hand and teleporting away. He didn’t know how she did that. Now, he went to where she’d been playing with flowers, but all he found were the destroyed remnants of the daisy chain she’d been making.

There was a mystery there, and while she clearly used witchcraft and therefore was his mortal enemy, she was still so young. He knew that one day she would be older and stronger, and would probably kill him, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to take her life. She was barely an adult.

He sighed and ran his hand over the stubble on his square jaw, finding no useful information to explain where she went or why she’d been tearful. Instead, he occupied himself with looking for a good tree to fell.

A Will-O’-The-Wisp fluttered into his path. He paused, knowing they led people to their doom. It hovered near him, waiting. The creatures were fey folk who had been cast out, and now they scoured the world for remnants of fairy dust dropped by other fey. This one didn’t have the wild eyes or the shredded wings of the others Emmett had seen.

“Begone!” he grumbled.

It beckoned to him. He threw a stone at it. Hateful magical creatures, haranguing him in every direction. It continued to hover. When he stepped toward it, it moved away, but as soon as he returned to his task, it was back.

With a sigh, he heaved his axe over his shoulder and followed the Will-O’-The-Wisp. He’d never seen one behave like this before, and all things considered, it was probably something else under a spell or geas. This was why he detested magic. It confused everything and created mysteries where there didn’t need to be any.

He really hoped he didn’t need to kiss a frog.

Continuing after the Will-O’-The-Wisp, he found himself going into a part of the forest he’d never thought of as interesting. Everything in his brain told him to stay out, to turn back, that nothing good ever came of being here. The trees seemed mostly dead, and charred. The static stench of evil witchcraft filled his nostrils.

Adjusting his grip on his axe, he stepped through a wall of trees, and found an abandoned, ruined tower surrounded by a high fence. The Will-O’-The-Wisp wasn’t done, however, and it flew to the twisted iron gate, then reached out its tiny hand and touched it. The gate sparked for a moment, and the Will-O’-The-Wisp jumped back, as though shocked. Emmett stepped closer, and the creature flew through the opening in the gate.

Emmett followed, and frowned. The garden of the tower had looked like it was overgrown with ivy, nettles, dandelions and tall thistles from the outside. Green things. Now, however, he saw only twisted, dead roots, grasping out of the ground like hands trying to escape the underworld. He turned to the gate and pushed a stone against it, so it couldn’t close on him. Emmett had no intention of getting trapped in this place. Clearly, foul magic was afoot. Why the Will-O’-The-Wisp had brought him here, he had no idea, but this might be a nest of witches, and he didn’t know if he’d ever get another opportunity like this to strike a blow against them.

Tiptoeing around the side of the tower, which didn’t seem to have a door, he watched a wizened old man in a black robe being followed extremely reluctantly by the girl who’d made the daisy chain. He spoke some words, then indicated for the girl to sit in a chair. With a lurch of horror, Emmett realized it was a ducking chair, of the sort used for killing witches. Why did he care what one witch did to another, though? Surely it meant one fewer for him to deal with later.

“Do you have perfect trust, Eskara?” The man asked, grinning. He was pure evil, and Emmett didn’t think anyone in their right mind ought to trust him.

“Y-y-y-yes, master,” she stammered. Eskara. Her name was Eskara. Nothing about her reminded Emmett of any of the other witches he’d seen. Even the younger ones were usually arrogant, over-confident, fake-nice, and far too self-assured. But she was something else. Was she even a witch?

“Hmmm… we shall see, won’t we?” The old man spun the wooden beam around, and plunged Eskara into the water. Her terrified eyes met Emmett’s for a split second, and his heart wrenched.

What would fix this? He gripped his axe, and went toward the man quietly, ready to fight him. Apparently, the man had eyes in the back of his head, because he waved a hand and suddenly Emmett was thrown back twenty feet. Every time Emmett ran to the girl, he was thrown back again. It was impossible.

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And here’s the blurb:

Darkholm 1: Rescued by the Woodsman:

Eskara has been enslaved to the evil warlock Garamond for the last three years, and tonight, on her eighteenth birthday, she is doomed to become a sacrifice for one of Garamond’s spells. She doesn’t want to die, but she is resigned to her fate.

Until Emmett steals her away, that is. The hot, gruff woodcutter doesn’t know why he’s drawn to the young witch, but when he sees an evil old man trying to kill her, he has to intervene. Emmett inadvertently claims Eskara, and he has to consummate before the sun goes down or they both die. But when Garamond uses his great power to steal Eskara away again, how can Emmett ensure Eskara is safe, permanently?

Note: This is a standalone M/F short story in the same universe as Sharing the Princess, but it’s darker. The bad guy is a complete bastard. This story contains much unpleasantness. If you prefer Katie’s softer writing, this one is probably not for you!

If you want to read the rest, it’s FREE and EXCLUSIVE to Instafreebie right now! Even if you’re already signed up to my newsletter, come on over and grab a free copy as a thank-you for all your support! 😘 Get it here!

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Katie Reads… A Switching from Sharing the Princess

It’s another YouTube video! I uploaded this yesterday, and I was going to make this the post for the weekend, but I didn’t want to reschedule yesterday’s post because I made a pretty picture to go with it. I always think video posts are a bit of a cop-out, because it feels like I don’t really have to write much. In other news, there are now Tuesday updates on my blog, discussing writing topics for erotic romance and erotica. Friday/Saturday updates are the same as usual and are always BDSM/spanking/romance/ageplay sorta themed.
Anyway, onto the Princess who got shared and spanked. A lot. There are so many spankings in this book that it was difficult to know which one to pick to read to you all, but eventually I settled for one near the end of the book, when Cedric and Lea are spending time alone after a bunch of HUUUGE events in their kingdom. She’s giving him attitude (or maybe even bratitude), and of course, he’s not going to stand for that sort of thing, so he switches her soundly with a willow switch.

You can find the video here: https://youtu.be/bH_ugQ8IvRo

And the book is on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06ZZVBCWR

And in case you missed the stunning book cover, it’s here:

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And on the topic of what’s allowed and what isn’t, to answer this recurring question: Yes, my husband does know I make these videos and I am permitted to do them. He knows all.*
*It’s a well known fact that daddies are psychic.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

A Sexy Spanking Extract From Sharing The Princess

Sharing the Princess came out last week, and today’s post is a sexy extract from one of spanking scenes. In this one, Cedric is teaching Elspeth a lesson because she was topping from the bottom:

He leaned over her, and she felt his cock stir beneath her belly as he murmured into her ear, “I think you should go and stand in the corner and think about how much I’m going to spank you for topping from the bottom.” This time, she could hear the authority in his voice.

He helped her carefully up off his knee, and she went to stand where he’d told her. It wasn’t technically a corner, complained a thought at the back of her mind. She was actually against a flat wall flanked on one side by an ivy-covered marble statue of an ancient goddess with no arms.

Maybe she should have been less critical. She had, of course, met people in the past who hadn’t dished out a spanking in their lives. However, none of them had ever wanted to spank someone, and more to the point, none of them had ever wanted to spank her. She wondered if there was any way she could give him pointers without undermining him. If only Lea was amenable to the idea, Elspeth knew she could show Cedric what to do on Lea’s bottom. It wasn’t going to help right now, though.

She tried to feel even a tiny bit submissive, but it was so far against her nature that she struggled without some outside help. She’d submitted before, years ago, but it had been bondage, not spanking, that had piqued her interest back then. In the intervening years, she’d grown quite fond of spanking other people. Ben was the only man she’d ever permitted to spank her, and his dominance radiated from every inch of his perfectly formed body. She tried to think about how she had felt when Ben had corrected her. When he’d held her down with his huge paws, powered by those devastating biceps, her pussy had gotten so wet. Soon she was feeling more submissive. A tingling sensation shot through her core as she remembered Ben’s hand landing on her bottom.

“Come here, please, Elspeth.” Cedric’s voice interrupted her thoughts. Elspeth turned and walked toward him. “Tell me why I’m spanking you,” he instructed her.

Elspeth tried not to giggle as her face began to flush. Where had that feeling come from? Did she really feel embarrassed about how she had behaved? She almost never felt embarrassed about anything. Ashamed, occasionally, but never outright humiliation.

“Because I was topping from the bottom while you were trying to spank me,” she said in a small voice.

He pulled her over his knee and turned her skirt back, and this time, it stayed where he put it. She felt his hand caress her cheeks through her panties. Before she could suggest that he might want to pull her underwear down, she felt his hand land on her bottom. It was much harder this time, and she gasped involuntarily. He rubbed her skin again, and the warmth was vivid even through her briefs. He spanked her slowly, five or six times, pausing between each swat and sending tingles to her clit as he massaged her bottom. She felt his cock stirring under her, and she moaned with desire. What he lacked in forcefulness, he more than made up for in sensuality. A finger dived between the waistband of her panties and her slightly spanked skin, and he slid her underwear down. Her cheeks felt the cool air, then his hand swatted her again, a little harder and faster this time, making her roll her hips as she felt her cheeks starting to warm up. He paused again, and his caresses made her arch her back and try to grind her pussy into his leg.

“You have been a very, very naughty girl, and you’re going to have to make amends by sucking my cock then letting me claim that bottom hole of yours. Has anyone ever been back there?” His voice was heavy with obvious lust, and Elspeth felt a little liquid trickling out of her wet channel as she heard how turned on he’d gotten from spanking her.

“Yes.” She was mildly amused by the idea that she might be any kind of virgin after the life she’d led, but he wasn’t to know, and his earnest gallantness was endearing.

He spanked her bottom again, and her skin tingled where his hand had touched her. Then a finger dived into her pussy before he used her own juices to lubricate her ass. She had just enough time to be surprised at the sudden invasion, then he withdrew his finger again.

“I’m a knight, so that’ll be, ‘Yes, sir,’ from now on. Do you understand?” His words made her melt slightly, as she realized he was really doing this. Another swat to her bottom made Elspeth squeak.

“Yes, sir.” Her clit twitched as she spoke.

“Good girl.” He resumed spanking her at a much faster pace than before, and although his swats weren’t very hard, they built up fast. Elspeth soon had to catch her breath while her bared bottom burned.

When Cedric stopped, he tipped her upright and gently rubbed her stinging cheeks, then he unbuttoned his pants. His cock sprang out and it was just as hard and thick as the time Elspeth had caned him. She got down on her knees on the flagstones and leaned forward. His huge cock was pulsating and glowing in the eerie light, and when she opened her mouth to take him inside her, the musky taste made her pussy yearn to be filled more than ever. She moved her head down on his shaft and felt his tip touch the back of her soft palate. It must have been years since she last sucked anyone’s cock, but now she remembered how much she enjoyed it. Why had she stopped submitting to anyone? When had that happened? She had always loved the rush of seizing control of someone, but at some point she had forgotten that she needed to balance that out, or the power went to her head. Was that why she’d practically thrown herself at Ben a few days ago? Because after five years of being queen, she needed to stop being in charge for an hour or two?

As she twirled her tongue around Cedric’s shaft, she tried not to shake her head. Ben was hot, any red-blooded woman would have done the same if he’d bent them over a table and firmly disciplined their bottom. And although she was remorseful for fucking Lea without asking Ben, it had been worth it. Lea was damn sexy, even without being paired with the hottest blacksmith in the kingdom.

Cedric was hot too. And he seemed to fit with her so well, in a number of different ways. His cock was the perfect size for this. He seized the back of her head and his member went further down her throat, making long-unused nerve endings tickle as she let him move her along the length of his cock.

He kept going for several delicious minutes before he slowly slid her away from him, then he held her face at arm’s length and regarded her.

“You did that nicely. Maybe if you take my cock in your ass without a fuss, I’ll let you come on it.”

Buy Sharing the Princess now on Amazon.com!

Lots of Love,
Katie xxxx

Sharing the Princess is out now!

Are you excited? I’m very excited! Remember how I mentioned recently that my latest book was out this weekend? Well, Sharing the Princess is out now and you can find it on Amazon.com. I can hardly contain my excitement!

Here’s the blurb from Amazon:

After Princess Leandrina falls in love with a blacksmith named Ben, the couple take refuge in the kingdom of Queen Elspeth of Dovedale. Leandrina’s father offers a great reward to any man who brings her back home, but the knights who take up the quest quickly discover that the princess is quite ably protected by the stern, handsome blacksmith and the beautiful, powerful queen.

When Leandrina puts herself at risk with her disobedience, however, she soon finds her bottom bared for a sound spanking from her firm-handed protector. The shameful chastisement arouses the princess deeply, and she seeks comfort in the arms of Elspeth, but after Ben hears of it and punishes them both soundly, he and Elspeth decide that from now on they will share the princess.

Their situation grows more complicated when Elspeth falls in love with Sir Cedric Wilmslow, one of the knights who had sought to capture Leandrina, and decides to aid him in his quest to free his captive brother. When the princess, the queen, the knight, and the blacksmith end up facing off against a marauding dragon, will they emerge victorious?

Publisher’s Note: Sharing Her Princess includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

And this is what the cover looks like (a bigger version is on its way), I had to share it with you as soon as I could, because it’s so beautiful! It was, of course, designed by the incredibly talented Korey Mae Johnson:

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You can read a free excerpt, which (spoiler alert) includes a menage scene and an extremely steamy spanking scene, here on Amazon.com.
I hope you like it!

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx