The amazing author, April Vine, is joining me in celebrating our barbarians. Escape the mundane and lose yourself in Roark’s alien world, then turn back the clock to ancient times and surrender to Killian here on earth.

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April Vine




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.


For utter proof he had taken King Stynard’s daughter, he had to send the king’s council what they called the princess’s purity marker.
Kilkians were by creation unapologetic about cross-breeding between species. Roark’s source had told him Kilkian females were born with a marker that matured and activated when they reached the child-bearing age of eighteen seasons. The ring-like marker not only ensured their good reproductive health, but would also reject any seed that wasn’t of the highest level of Kilkian gene from passing through, maintaining a pure breed of species.

The princess, by virtue of her status and carrier of a specific royal gene would be the recipient of a ring different to the others and highly distinguishable by color apparently. Unless her mate was of a carrier of a similar noble Kilkian gene, her purity marker would reject any other seed. Roark’s source had also informed him once the marker became activated, it could just as easily be removed. And with the princess already twenty seasons old, her marker had long since been activated already. Being in possession of her royal purity marker would be undoubtable proof for the councilors of Kilkian that Roark had taken their princess.

But she was an unfair enemy.

When her honey-saturated flesh danced with sweetness on his tongue, he immediately replaced her sweet taste with the bitter flavor of death. The demise of his subjects, slain by a treacherous Actual army under her father’s command, taking what didn’t belong to them.

When her scent, like sun-kissed roses, lingered on him, he remembered the utter defeat running through his veins as he sliced off heads of an army that seemed to multiply before his eyes.

He owed his citizenry solid retribution and he’d take it any way he could.

Sentara could take a decade to regrow, to strengthen. He now had to train the young into soldiers and that would see them as an easy victory for anyone wishing to take the famous Sentara land. The Kilkian king had placed Sentara at their weakest directly after the biggest battle of their lives with Toria and slain more than half of the Sentara council.
This was war.

A different kind of battle but war still the same. He reached for her bound wrists and untied her. Her hands immediately fell to his chest. His finger slid into her entrance and her breath fell staggeringly from her pretty lips. He ground his jaw, vowing not to be affected by her delicate petal-soft flesh. She was as smooth and silky soft there as the rest of her skin.

Her gaze held his, sparkling with confusion. As he deepened his touch just a little more, making contact with her ring that laid shallowly inside her, her eyes glazed over and her back arched.


He lowered his head and glanced at her hardening nipples. Her sweet wetness now coated the tip of his finger. Her fist opened and her palm lay over his heartbeat as she clung to him. Her touch enflamed his blood causing him to clench his mind against her sudden power over him. Still he wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand so big it spanned over onto her ass where he knew she’d be glossily streaked red by his hand. He pulled her closer as the tip of his finger traced her ring. He shouldn’t have. The scent of her seemed to weaken him completely like he had never been weakened before.


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Barbarian Master Final



Serenity doesn’t care much for rules. The free-spirited, flaxen-haired young woman lives in a small village under the authority of barbarians who inhabit a castle above the tiny town. When her best friend is caught in the clan’s forbidden garden, Serenity rushes to her rescue and challenges the clan’s no-nonsense leader.The leader’s son, Killian, is shocked by her brazenness. Deciding to remedy her impudent mouth with a hot spanking, he throws her over his shoulder and carries her away to be punished, but when the discipline is over, unrepentant she rails at him, then storms away.

A rival clan springs a surprise attack. They are thrown together. A smoldering chemistry suddenly flames to life, but as their blazing passion takes hold they unearth a diabolical plot, one that threatens not just their lives, but their future, and the future of the entire clan.

If you like brawny take-charge men and feisty females, you’ll love this one! Click the link and get lost in an ancient time when men were men, and women adored them for it.




She was crying out her joy, and though he had not given the water behind his eyes the freedom to cascade down his cheeks since he was a child, they had their own will and he was powerless to stop them. His groans were loud, and as the powerful orgasm shuddered its last spasm, he felt his heart shatter.With a stifled sob he slipped flaccid from her depths, and as he collapsed next to her and felt her nestle into him, he knew their contentment was fleeting. The Alamans would be now entering the fortress. They had to dress, and he had to walk her out to the gate.

“I know you have to be with your father,” she whispered, “and I know I have go home, but please don’t make me wait too long before you send for me.”

“It will be a lifetime,” he muttered, “but I will think of you every moment.”

“I’ll be thinking about you too, and you’re right, it will feel like a lifetime until we’re together again, even if it’s only a day.”


Reluctantly rising from the bed, they pulled on their clothes and headed from the room. Killian’s broken heart was aching in his chest, his stomach was churning, and as they moved down the stairs he spotted Soraya walking towards the dining hall. He felt strange, as if he was in a trance, the feeling staying with him as they passed through the great hall and out into the grounds. When they reached the gate a sick feeling began rolling through his entire body, and unable to look at her, he stared down the lane towards the village.

“Killian, something else is wrong, I know there is. You must tell me. I cannot leave until I know. I’ll be panicked with worry.”


He wanted to say more, but his voice refused to work, and a searing heat had returned to his throat.

“Killian, whatever is the matter?”

She watched his chest rise with a heavy breath, then he slowly turned his gaze back to her, and as she stared up at her powerful barbarian Master, she was shocked to see his eyes brimming with tears.

“You’re right,” he stammered, “I must tell you. I am to marry Soraya. She is here for that express purpose.”

Had Killian just told her he was going to spend his life with Soraya? That was impossible. He loved her, she loved him, they were meant to be together.

“Marry her?” she muttered, dropping her gaze to the ground as she tried to make sense of it.

A heavy silence filled the small space between them, then Killian realized he couldn’t leave her. No matter what it took, they would be together.

“Nooo,” he murmured, shaking his head as the revelation took hold. “No, I cannot say goodbye to you. I cannot and I will not.”

“I don’t understand,” she bleated, stifling a sob, too lost in her grief to hear him. “How could you be with me the way you were if…?”

“I just learned of this,” he said, gripping her upper arms in an effort to make her listen. “Father and Dolan arranged it to unite our tribes, but I will find a way out, I will, I promise you.”

She didn’t respond, but remained still and silent, her eyes locked on the dirt under her feet.

“Serenity! Did you hear me? I’m going to find a way out of this. I want to be with you. Only you.”

His suddenly stern tone snapped her out of her odd state, and she raised her eyes to gaze up at him. His brow was furrowed, his eyes were bloodshot, but she could see his resolve.

“You do?”

“Of course. I love you.”


“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “when you said you had to be with Soraya it made me go all funny, like I couldn’t breathe, or think, or—”

“I don’t know how I can change things,” he said interrupting her, “but I will find a way. You must stay strong, you must believe in me, believe in us. Will you do that?”

“I will do anything for you, Killian.”

“No matter what you hear, do not doubt me, do you promise?”

“I promise.”

“Go home, be with your family, and trust we will soon be together.”


“Go. You’ll hear from me soon, I swear it.”

Without caring who might see, she threw her arms around him, smelled in his woodsy, barbarian scent, then stepped back, took a deep breath, and locked his gaze.

“It will work out,” she declared, fighting back her anxious tears.

“The angels would not have brought us together if we weren’t meant to be.”

“You’re right, and your faith will help me find our path forward.”

“Soon…” she mumbled, then walking backwards to keep him in view, she added, “you go in, then I’ll turn and run home.”

He wanted to grab her and lead her back into the compound and confront his father, but he knew that would only turn into a hellish scene and would achieve nothing, so he summoned his courage, turned around, and walked back through the gate and into the castle.

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