I’m excited to share that my new Scottish Highlander book, which I cowrote with the fabulous Susannah Shannon, is live and available to read today.
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About Given to the Highlander
Marisol Adams grew up aboard the space station which has served as humanity’s refuge since the great cataclysm, and when she is sent to join a recently established colony in the Scottish Highlands she quickly discovers that her new life will be quite different. Not only has she been given to the future clan chief as his bride, her new husband will have complete authority over her and will enforce that authority with a firm hand applied to her bare bottom as often as necessary.
Though it doesn’t take long for Marisol to find herself over the stern, handsome Scotsman’s knee for a sound spanking, she cannot help longing for his touch even after her already bright red backside is paddled until she is well past tears. Her desire for him and her love for him grow with each passing day, but can she make a place for herself among the rugged people of this land?
Publisher’s Note: Given to the Highlander includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Reviewers Are Raving!
“A brilliant story.” –Mozzy, Amazon
“Although Lennox is stern and demanding, he has a very soft, sweet, almost joyful side that is sometimes missing in alpha heroes. Great book!” –BookKitten, Goodreads
“Sweet and sexy.” –Anna, Goodreads
“Wow! I just love a romance by Amelia Smarts, the characters are just so vivid, they burst off the pages and into your imagination.” –Coline, Amazon
“I couldn’t stop turning the pages until I finished reading the very last page!” –Pat, Goodreads
“Cleverly written, engaging and action packed.” –Sue, Amazon
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Lennox held her against him as their breathing slowed. In the lake she felt weightless, similar to the low-gravity chamber on the starship. She could have rested her head on his shoulder forever, but she became aware that he was pulling them toward a menagerie of smooth boulders, each a different color that appeared half in the water and half out.
It was only when he laid her on her stomach over one of the boulders that the memory of his threat returned to her.
She was naked, bent over a boulder, with her feet dangling and her toes touching the water of the lake. “No!” she cried, squirming to remove herself. “I can’t take another spanking!”
His hand pressed firmly against her lower back, keeping her in place. “Silence, wife!” A mighty slap against her bottom rang out like a crack of thunder, the wetness of her cheeks against his palm creating a sharp pang and an even sharper noise.
His voice was sterner than she’d ever heard it when he said, “You will learn not to lie to me. I asked if you were sore, and you plainly said you weren’t.”
“I won’t lie again,” she panted. “Please, Lennox…”
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice as hard as the rock upon which she lay.
She knew it would be unwise to question or disobey him while in her current position. With a whimper, she slowly parted her thighs. A cool rush of air made her viscerally aware of her bare pussy, which ached deeply from the sessions of rigorous lovemaking.
Lennox touched her pussy with a gentleness she was not expecting. She stayed still in a state of bewilderment as one of his fingers entered her and swirled around inside of her, collecting the remnants of her honeyed arousal.
Her bewilderment only grew when he pulled his finger out and, with his other hand, pried her cheeks apart.
“Oh!” she cried, feeling the flush of shame spread across her face up to the tips of her ears. She could only imagine what he saw, with her cheeks spread open. Was this punishment? Enduring his gaze on her most private places?
His finger caressed her bottom hole, and she was so embarrassed she couldn’t speak. Her eyes shut tight and her fists clenched, she willed herself to remain silent, but that was not enough for Lennox. He pressed his lubricated finger against her rosette, and she moaned, finally realizing what he intended to do.
“You will learn today that your body is mine. Relax and let me in,” he growled, sounding so stern she felt she had no choice but to obey.
Whimpering, she unclenched her fists and her sphincter, giving him access to her bottom hole. He plunged his finger inside of her and stroked within her, moving his finger in and out at a steady tempo.
“This is what happens to a lying wife,” he said. “Next time you lie, I will plunder your back hole with my cock.”
“Oh!” she cried, horrified at the prospect of enduring his large member in her tight bottom. But as he continued pumping his finger in and out of her, she became aware of a sensation even more powerful than the discomfort. Surely she couldn’t be enjoying this. That thought embarrassed her nearly as much having her husband knuckle-deep in her private channel.
She moaned and arched her back, unable to hide the arousal growing inside of her.
“No, you don’t,” Lennox said, suddenly removing his finger. “What am I to do with you? Every punishment makes you want to come.”