April Vine joins my blog today with a smoking-hot excerpt from her new sci-fi spanking romance, Taken by the Barbarian! I had a few excerpts to choose from, and it was honestly torture trying to decide which snippet to share–they were all so good. I think you’ll be happy with my choice. But first, here’s a little bit more about this story.
About Taken by the Barbarian
Having spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent, naïve, and utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.
To her surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever imagined.
Though Saraska grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?
Publisher’s Note: Taken by the Barbarian includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
He could spank her behind all shades of color then if he liked but in the end it meant getting rid of him. She could handle a few slaps with a strap, no matter the size. In the last three moons, an uncaring numbness had established itself in her body and only her heart endured all her pain. She wouldn’t die from his spanking and certainly there was a stark flaw in his discipline since she planned never to do her chores anyway. Or start obeying him.
She could do this. She could take this Alien Warlord’s punishment and not falter one bit. He would have to discipline her for the rest of her life, but she would never do her chores, she would never obey him.
She lifted the nightdress and laid over his lap, her feet and hands not touching the floor. The hardness of his thighs penetrated her middle. Her mind reeled with the differences in their bodies and that strange feeling of heat covered her skin again. Only when she was with him did she forget the cold. Where she was small, soft, smooth, and without a strand of hair save for her head, he was massive, hard, rough, and his jaw darkened with hair.
“Ah, fuck,” he growled softly. For long moments, nothing happened. She braced herself for her first strike but none came. Instead she felt a rising hardness against the side of her curved into his lap. Her heart thudded. She turned her head. Was that part of his body? Some Alien characteristic?
But he growled, pressed into her lower back and released a raw streak of heat across her previously pampered skin. It burned like a flame and yet the pain didn’t register just as pain alone. Her whole body erupted into countless electrical sparks, all of them notably and oddly pleasurable. Just like when he touched her. The second one landed in the same place, deeper and more severe and directly after the first. She cried out, then bit her lip.
“Will you do your chores?” he asked.
“No,” she said forcefully.
Another series of strikes whipped across her backside. She clutched her thighs together, her whole focus on the ever-rising heat between her legs taking over every other part of her body. His hand, no matter how he touched her seemed to ignite her forbidden place. And why did her nipples swell and hurt so much and now she believed only his mouth could ease her ache there, yet where his mouth could give her fleeting relief, he evoked other wild uncanny sensations everywhere else in her body when he did. She scrunched her eyes tightly, not from the sting of his spanking, but from the desperate need to spread her thighs so she could ease the tightness there.
APRIL VINE is a night-time erotic romance writer and a daytime professional dreamer. She adores books, chocolates and shoes, and is happiest doing all three at the same time.
She lives in a house with boys and a few four-legged furry things and has come to accept both species for the strange creatures they are.
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