Wednesday, 26 April 2017


That's right! And I read them all in one sitting. Filled with action and suspense you also get to relive a classic Romeo and Juliet romance of a long gone era. 
The beautiful and intelligent Serenity doesn't follow the rules! When she lands up in the clutches of Killian, The Barbarian, their attraction is unexpected. Soon they are inseparable. But rival tribes bring them to the brink of war, a traitor is on the loose, and Killian is forced to make tough choices for the survival of his clan. 
Gripping doesn't begin to describe this book! I give it FIVE FAT BELLIED STARS!

Barbarians roar through a sleepy village, settling in a battered castle that overlooks the tiny town. A free-spirited, flaxen-haired young woman named Serenity sneaks into their forbidden gardens.

The leader's son, Killian, throws her over his shoulder and carries her into his chambers. What she endures is not just a spanking, but another form of chastisement that leaves her breathless. Serenity, however, possesses a defiant soul, and when the discipline is over she rails at him, then storms away.

Killian cannot believe it. Haunted by her brazenness and beauty he arranges for her return. Disaster strikes. During her visit a rival clan launches a surprise attack. The compound is under siege. Serenity is trapped.

The dire circumstances throw them together! Their smoldering chemistry flames to life, but as they surrender to their carnal heat, they unearth a diabolical plot, one that threatens not just their lives, but their future, and the future of the entire clan.

Can Killian protect a willful young woman, while trying to uncover a traitor and save his tribe?

Maggie Carpenter has created engaging characters, an action-packed story, and a thrilling romance. Get lost in the world of ancient earth, where barbarians rule with their physical might, follow enduring rituals, and protect what's theirs with fierce determination. Pick up this riveting romance today.

Precursor To A Punishment

Serenity had been so focused on keeping her eyes to the ground and choosing her words carefully, she had neither seen nor heard the younger barbarians approach. She looked up, and what she saw made her catch her breath. He resembled his father, but his heavy features were handsome, not ghoulish.
“Killian. I didnt know you were here. This girl over my lap was attempting to steal,” Bastian declared. “A bare-bottom spanking is the least she deserves. I should take a leather strap to her backside.”
“Forgive me father, but I couldnt help but overhear the girls plight. If we were starving, I would enter a forbidden garden to find food.”
“Are you saying she shouldnt be punished?”
“No, she should. Everyone knows the rules, and this other village girl must be punished as well,” he added, gesturing towards Serenity. “She tried to interfere, and she was disrespectful. I heard everything. I was over there by the plum tree, but I dont think it right we bare them. Its their first mistake. If they try it again, then, yes, we should.”
Serenity bristled. The young barbarian had just admitted he would have stolen for his family, yet he was still insisting that Layla be spanked, and she should be too. Suddenly Bastians wise words about balance and harmony no longer mattered.
“Thats not fair, not fair at all,” she exclaimed. “You dont know what its like to suffer through a blight of pests. For some reason your plants dont fall victim to such things, and you have more than enough, and youre big and strong and you can hunt. We cant, and for you to be so nasty and pass such harsh judgement on us is wrong.”
The words had tumbled out of her without pause or thought, and as her eyes blazed up at him, then fell back on Bastian, she realized shed just sealed her fate.
“With your permission, father, I shall spank her. She is rude, and she doesnt know her place.”
“I agree,” Bastian said solemnly, nodding his head. “She must be taught a lesson.”
NO! I wont let you!”
Lunging forward Serenity grabbed Laylas wrist, yanking her off Bastians lap. It happened so quickly, and was so unexpected, it caught Bastian completely off guard. By the time he reacted and tried to catch her, they were both sprinting across the grounds towards the gate, but Serenity realized squeezing through the iron bars would slow them down, and might result in their capture.
“No, not the gate,” she panted, “we have to climb trees and jump over the wall. Lets split apart.”
“Youre right,” Layla breathlessly replied. “Ill take the apple tree, you take the orange.”
Serenity darted to the left, but as she did the muscles in her right leg fiercely protested. Ignoring the sharp pain, she tried to run faster, but she could feel her leg refusing her desperate request. Layla, taller and more athletic, had sprinted ahead and was almost at the apple tree. Serenity could hear heavy footsteps behind her, but her leg was badly cramping. Layla was now scampering up the trunk, and determined to beat her pursuer, Serenity pushed through the acute shard of pain, but she was suddenly being lifted off her feet. She let out a wail, then realized it wasnt Bastian who had her, but Bastians brawny son.
With deft ease he threw her over his shoulder, then landed a swift stinging slap.
“Be quiet. I will be harder on you if you keep up that racket.”
“YOURE A BEAST AND A BRUTE,” she howled, paying no heed to his warning and beating her fists into his back.
She had meant every word, but she was also attempting to distract him. As he had lifted her, she had spied Layla throwing apples across the wall before climbing along the branch and dropping out of sight. A second hot smack hit her backside, and with Layla safely gone, all thought switched to her perilous plight.
“Spank her in the hall.”
Serenity couldn’t see Bastian, but his thick, gravelly voice was unmistakable.
“I would rather have privacy. Ill take her to my rooms.”
“Very well, but dont keep her too long. I dont want her family coming up here looking for her. Ive had enough of the villagers for one day.”
“Dont you dare take me anywhere,” Serenity shouted. “I demand you put me down!”

I wont father,” Killian replied, completely ignoring Serenitys outburst. “Just long enough to do what must be done.”


Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.
Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, (, a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, ( contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who  bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.
Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.
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“Where do you get your story ideas?”

What’s that old saying? If I had a nickel for every time I’ve been asked that question I’d be a millionaire. The shoe definitely fits. I thought it was time I offered an answer, and while  I can only speak for myself, I suspect many authors would agree when I say, inspiration is everywhere.

I am a horse person. I own a mare and I’m at the barn every day. One afternoon I was chatting to a friend about finding a new shoer, and she happened say, “I just found this great gal. She wears hot pink chaps.”

I was writing a cowboy series at the time (Cowboys After Dark) and it was like a bolt from the blue. The Cowboy and the Girl in the Hot Pink Chaps. I had no idea where the story would take me, but that was the title, and it was the next book I wrote for the series. The girl in the hot pink chaps turned out to be a drop-dead gorgeous barrel racer, but she’d once been a ugly duckling. When she came out of her shell and grew into a beauty, she’d decided to make a statement to the world by wearing hot pink chaps when she competed.

Songs are a huge contributor. Her Christmas Cowboy was inspired by a Brad Paisley song called, We Danced. I heard the song, and the lyrics jumped out at me.

The bar was empty
I was sweeping up the floor
That's when she walked in
I said, I'm sorry but we're closed
And she said "I know,
But I'm afraid I left my purse.”
I said, “I put one back behind the bar
I bet it's probably yours.”
And the next thing that I knew
There we were, lost in conversation
And before I handed her her purse
I said, You'll only get this back on one condition"
And we danced
Out there on that empty hardwood floor
The chairs up and the lights turned way down low
The music played, we held each other close
And we danced

What a perfect way to start a love story! It was time for me to write a Christmas book, and I could totally see this cowboy alone in his bar on Christmas Eve remembering a girl he’d spoken to for only five minutes, and wishing she come back in. This is the first chapter.

Connor McBride let out a frustrated sigh as he stared at the door. Why did he think shed return? It had been only five minutes that hed been able to talk to her, just five minutes exactly one month ago, but in that short five minutes she had mesmerized him. He still wasnt sure if it had been the way her blue eyes told him she was sweet but sassy, or the long dark hair that seemed to reflect every light in the room. Perhaps it had been the way she drank her beer, holding the nozzle to her lips and tilting back her head. It had been so damn sexy hed wanted to lean over the bar, rip it out of her hands, and kiss her like it was his last night on planet earth.

Photographs are also fodder for ideas. I was searching for an image for another book, and when I saw this, it reached out and grabbed me. I’d been talking with a former Dominant about writing his memoirs, and this photograph nailed it. I refused to take no for an answer, and I Am A Dominant was my next novel.

But not every idea comes from the material world. The Barbarian Master literally fell out of the sky. I’d finished Motorcycle Master, and it occurred to me that a barbarian master would be just as compelling. My warrior trilogy is a fairytale set in a fantasyland. A barbarian master would be very different. His half-naked body, the loin cloth, and the extreme alpha maleness of it sent my head reeling. I imagined an animal hunting tribe of huge muscled men who shared their ancient world with smaller, genteel folk who lived in villages, plowed their fields, and carried talents the barbarian’s lacked. It did help that I had Angel Macho’s image fresh in my brain from Motocycle Master, and perhaps that tickled the back of my brain.

Where do you get your story ideas?

Everywhere. Casual conversations, songs, photographs, even sitting in a coffee shop people-watching. Perhaps it’s ‘life’ that inspires those of us who write, paint, or create in other forms. Life in all it’s painful pleasure-filled glory.


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