Emmaline’s Groom by Casey McKay

Emmaline Lawford, the youngest daughter of an English Marquess, is intended to marry. Though to whom might be up for debate. Her older brother, Samuel, has his sights set on marrying her off to a Duke. Emmaline finally accepts her fate, until a breach in etiquette finds her back in the arms of the man she truly loves.

Leo Colston is stunned when Emmaline is thrust back into his life. He had resigned himself to the fact that he would never marry the woman he loved. Now they are taking hasty wedding vows and being urged to move to America, where they can leave the talk of scandal behind them.

Emma and Leo realize settling into marriage is not going to be as smooth sailing as they thought. As they try to work out their differences and get used to living in close quarters Emmaline finds herself in trouble with her new husband on more than one occasion. Leo’s favorite way to end an argument is to take his lady over his knee and spank her bare bottom until she submits. Emma thinks he should just give in to her womanly charms. Who will win this battle of wills?

Emmaline’s Groom is a stand alone book, but is also the first book in The Ravenswood Manor series.

This book includes spankings, graphic sex, anal play, and more. If any of this subject matter offends you, please do not purchase this book.

SKU: B00J9KSSTM Category: Erotica Tags: alpha male, BDSM, Casey McKay, erotic romance, Historical romance, Spanking

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About the author:

Casey McKay enjoys fighting the boredom of her soul crushing day job by being a spanking fiction writer by night. Writing books she would like to read- not surprisingly they all become romance novels, with lots of spanking. She likes a good romance, with a little bit of comedy, a happy ending, and of course some spanking.

What inspired you to write your book?

I am a huge fan of historical romances. Especially the Victorian Era. I like writing stories with a spanking and BDSM theme to them and it just seems to fit into a historical setting.

Here is a short sample from the book:

Emma took in a deep breath. The scent of leather and pine permeated her senses. She glanced about, wondering where it came from. The smell of leather would forever be connected to Leo. Her Leo. She knew if she let her mind drift too much she would talk herself out of it. But it felt right, everything about this felt right, and she remembered her mother always told her to follow her heart. Emma’s heart was positively bursting with glee at the rightness of the situation. She sat on Leo’s bed, perching herself on the edge of it. She had been wearing a hole in the floor pacing the length of the room.
She had briefly seen Leo this morning and he had told her to wait for him in his room. Now, she second-guessed the conversation. Had he said his room or her room? Emma cursed herself for not even being able to follow the simplest instructions. Leo was already cross with her and she did not want to upset him further, not when she had such good news to share with him. She had finally made a decision and she wanted him to know right away.
She heard a floorboard creak in the hallway and she held her breath. She said a silent prayer that it was Leo, keeping thoughts of spirits and ghosts at bay. Ravenswood Manor was empty at the moment, something that never happened. In all her years growing up, Emma could not remember a time where she had been alone in the big house. Her brother, Samuel, and his wife, Clara, had gone to visit her father in London. They were staying with him until her brother Wesley got back from America. Emma was supposed to be staying with her sister Vivian and her husband while they were away, but she had fallen ill and was not up to making the trip. This was the source of Leo’s ire with her. He told her she did not think things through, and she was always putting herself in situations where she could get hurt. She knew he was right, but she did not like being scolded. The weather had not been in the forefront of her mind when she set out on her walk. She certainly did not think a walk would cause her to be sick in bed for days.
Her mind had been swirling, her thoughts a tangled mess, and she had needed some fresh air. She felt she did her best thinking outside. She obviously had not been thinking when she set out on her walk because she did not realize how cold the air was, how grey the sky was, and did not start to feel cold until the snow started to fall. By the time she turned around and got back to the house she was soaked to the bone and freezing. Leo had been the only one around to witness her mistake. He was supposed to be depositing her at Vivian’s the next morning, but instead he had drawn her a bath, tucked her into bed, and told her to stay put.
Since the house was supposed to be empty, all the servants had a few weeks off, Leo had been the only one around to nurse her back to health. He made her stay in bed, brought her meals to her, and doted on her. She felt like a princess. It was scandalous being all alone with Leo for a whole week, but no one had been around to find them out, and in her state of illness he would not lay a hand on her. Not that Emma had not tried to entice him.
During the week they had talked a lot to pass the time. Emma always found it easy to talk to Leo. She had fancied him since they were both children and she admired the man he had become. She shared with him her fears- that she would end up like her sister, forced into a marriage of titles and status and end up becoming part of the décor. She had never gotten along with Vivian, but she had even less of an opinion of her sister now that she had married a Duke and let herself become eclipsed by his status and title.
Leo gave her a glimmer of hope. He had told her that she did not have to end up this way. Leo himself was not just sitting back and taking what life gave him. He insisted to Emma that she could make decisions about her own life. She was ready now, ready to make her own decisions, but she needed Leo to know about them first.
The door finally began to open. She held her breath, of course it was Leo, no one else was here. She did not exhale until she finally saw his familiar form fill the doorway. She had to stop herself from running to him and crushing herself into his embrace.
“You are here,” Leo said. It came out more as a question than an observation and Emma was not really sure what he meant by it. Had she misunderstood where he wanted to meet?
“Yes,” Emma smiled at him, “you asked me this morning.”
Leo entered the room and quickly shut the door behind him.
“This is where you said to meet, correct?” She started to feel less certain, she could not wait to share her news, but she wanted to be sure Leo would hear her out.
Leo’s face lit up with a smile, “Were you listening at all when I was talking, Emmaline?”
“I always listen to you,” she giggled at her half truth.
“I believe that you always hear me,” Leo crossed the room so he stood just a half step away, “but I do not know how often you are actually listening.”
Emma shrugged her shoulders and could not help but smile up at Leo. He made her heart beat more quickly when he was around, and her knees started to feel like they would not hold her up any longer. He reached his hand out and cupped her cheek in his warm palm.
“You are well?” Leo asked, “Feeling all better?”
Emma leaned her face into his hand. It felt rough against her skin, but its presence steadied and reassured her. “Mmm,” she breathed out, closing her eyes, “I have an excellent nurse.”
He caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb, then placed his hand under her chin and tilted her face up. She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze.
“No more walks in the snow,” Leo said in a serious tone.
“Yes, I know,” she replied, with a little bit of a giggle.
“Emmaline,” he raised his eyebrows at her.
“Yes?” She was not giggling anymore, she could feel the heat of his gaze running through her.
“Promise me,” he dropped his hands and took hers in his grasp. “Tell me you understand.”
“I promise, Leo,” Emma parroted back, feeling silly to be repeating him, “I understand.”
She studied his face, he seemed satisfied with her promise. He looked so concerned, he had been worried about her all week, alternating between making sure she was comfortable and scolding her for her carelessness. She was suddenly overwhelmed by the feelings she carried for him and she needed to act on them. She raised up on her tip toes and softly placed her lips to his.
Emma thought he might pull away. But then his hand came up and tangled in her hair, drawing her closer and deepening their kiss. She put her hands on his forearms to brace herself, not wanting this moment to end. Leo parted his lips and she felt his tongue teasing along her bottom lip. This was not like the stolen kisses she had shared with him when they were still children. Hidden away behind the barn, they had been quick and chaste. This, this was something entirely different. Leo had obviously improved with age and she let a thought flit across her mind that he must have been practicing with someone.
He let out a groan and released her, pulling himself back from the kiss. Emma’s lips tingled and she could feel where the new growth of his beard had scratched around her mouth and chin. Her senses were on fire, it felt like something had been ignited within her.
Leo scrubbed his hands over his eyes, “I just wanted to talk, Emma.”
His tone was apologetic, as if she had not been the one who kissed him.
“I do too,” she needed him to know now, “I have made a decision.”
“You have?” Leo gave her a questioning look.
“Yes,” she could barely contain the excitement bubbling up within her, “I have decided to come with you.”
Emma looked at Leo expectantly as his questioning gaze turned pensive. Her heart felt like it stopped as she realized she had acted impulsively again.
“On your journey,” she prompted when the silence kept stretching between them, “to America.” Her voice trailed off to a whisper at the end of her sentence. She wished the floor would open and swallow her up
“Emmaline,” just hearing him speak her name could send shivers down her spine. Tears were welling in her eyes as she braced herself for his rejection, surely she would die. “Come, sit with me,” Leo sat on the edge of the bed and patted the space beside him.
Her feet felt like lead as she crossed the room to him. Her earlier excitement was replaced with embarrassment that Leo did not want the same thing as her. Her face flamed as she thought about the week they shared and her obvious misunderstanding of the situation. Everything Leo had said to her about the future and her making a decision for her own life. She thought he had asked her in a roundabout way, she thought they wanted the same things, to start a new life together.
Emma perched herself on the edge of the bed, leaving a space between them. She was startled when she felt Leo’s arm around her waist, he slid her toward him with the greatest ease. Once she was up against him, the length of her thigh resting against his, he did not release her, but seemed to tighten his arm around her.