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Stormy Night, 2017
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Released 14 October 2017
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Time travel, Historical erotic
romance, Viking romance
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?
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.
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.
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