Ashe Barker is visiting with a hot Highwayman!


Hi Morganna, and thank you so much for inviting me back over to your blog to give a shout out about The Highwayman’s Lady.

I’m really excited about this story, Gray is a hero I’ve been hatching for a while now, and it just reached the point where he had to emerge. He’s a rogue and no one could mistake him for a gentleman, but I hope readers will love him as much as I do.

Here’s the blurb…

After the death of her mother, twenty-year-old Imogen Bennett faces the prospect of being coerced into marriage by a scheming relative, but fate intervenes when a masked highwayman accosts her on the road. Desperate to escape the unwanted wedding, Imogen pleads with the mysterious, handsome rogue to rescue her.


Alistair Graham – Gray – is a proud Scotsman who rebelled against British rule, and since the defeat of the highlanders at Culloden he has taken to robbing rich Englishmen travelling through Scottish lands. He is no gentleman, but he is certainly not a man who would ignore a young woman’s pleas for help, and he agrees to do what he can to assist the beautiful girl he has waylaid.


Imogen finds herself drawn to Gray, and though he warns her that he expects a woman’s complete obedience both in bed and out of it, she cannot resist offering her virgin body to him. He takes her hard and thoroughly, leaving her utterly spent yet still aching for more, and when her shock at her own wantonness leads her to speak disrespectfully to him he bares her bottom and punishes her soundly.


A highwayman is no suitable match for a lady, however, and Gray fears that her association with him can only put them both in danger, so he makes her promise that she’ll tell no one about what took place between them and then ensures that she is delivered safely to the home of her honourable cousin in Kirkleven. Yet despite her best efforts to put Gray out of her mind forever, in her heart Imogen knows she will always belong to the man who rescued her, mastered her, and made her his. But will her highwayman ever return to lay claim to his lady?


Publisher’s Note: The Highwayman’s Lady is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



And an excerpt. You did ask for a particularly smutty one so naturally I have tried to oblige.

“I want you to fuck me.” There, I have said it.

“And so I shall, little Imogen. And after I have fucked you to your absolute satisfaction, I shall spank you for your disobedience in the matter of holding on to the headboard.”

“Ah…” I might have striven to be more eloquent, but he has commenced his relentless thrusting again and I find myself unable to assemble much in the way of coherent thought.

“Ah, indeed. For now though, enjoy.”

I do enjoy. I enjoy exceedingly. He manages to angle his thrusts such that my body quivers with arousal, the pleasure building, blossoming. I am close to losing control as I did just minutes ago, edging toward it, reaching for something I cannot yet name but that my body recognises and yearns to possess.

Gray knows it too and again he slides his hand between us to apply direct, devastating pressure to my most sensitive little nubbin. It is the work of moments. I unravel with a series of short, panting cries, my body spasming around him.

Gray pounds his cock into me harder, just as I want it, offering exactly what my body is demanding from him. He utters something I cannot quite decipher, something guttural, crude, and incredibly erotic. He gives one last, deep thrust and holds still for several seconds. I cry out in alarm at the sudden rush of heat deep inside me but Gray seems content with matters so I remain still, trusting him.

Long moments pass in which I concentrate on drawing in each breath, my head still whirling from what has just happened, what I have done. I would not undo a moment of it… would I?

“No more bruises, Imogen?” Gray speaks first, his tone low.

I shake my head. If there is damage, it is not to my battered limbs. So where has been the harm? What have I hurt?

“Imogen? Are you all right?”

I do not reply. I am still grappling with the dawning enormity of my reckless actions. I did not wish to be left alone in my little room here at this inn, so I struck a deal. An expensive deal. I am starting to think I have paid a heavy price for the dubious company of this enigmatic highwayman.

“We should not have done this.” I attempt to wriggle from beneath him.

“I disagree,” he shifts to let me go, but quickly gathers me to him when I would have scrambled from the bed, “as did you just a few minutes ago.”

“I made a mistake. I became quite—intoxicated. You caused me to, to—”

“I caused you to experience pleasure, as you wished. To become lost in it.”

It is true. I was lost. No more. “I did not realise, I was—not myself.” I reach to remove the blindfold but his hands on mine prevent that.

“No. You may not see me. I have explained the necessity for this.”

I try to wrench my hands from his. I might as well have sought to shift the moon. “You take my virginity and I may not even see your face.”

“I took nothing you did not wish to give up to me. And you understood the terms of our arrangement perfectly well.” His tone has hardened; it is clear he does not find my remarks to be to his liking. And I find I do not care.

“Sir, you are not a gentleman. Not in the least. You took advantage of me in a weak moment.” I pause, considering my situation. “I wish I had not met you.”

“Had you not met me, Miss Bennett, you would likely be dead now. And I must beg your forgiveness if my memory fails, but I do not recollect ever giving you cause to suspect I may be a gentleman.”

Holy crap that was a steamy scene! If that doesn’t make you want to one-click below nothing will! I’ve already got mine, grab yours today! Happy Reading! ~Morganna

Buy Links

Grab The Highwayman’s Lady now on Amazon and Allromance

More about me:

I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.

I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

I live in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors. When not writing – which is not very often these days – my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel.

I have around thirty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. I write M/f, M/M, and occasionally ring the changes with a little M/M/f. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too.

I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.


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