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Author Spotlight- Ashe Barker #NEBT

Salvaged; shared; theirs.

The last surviving member of her species, alone, scared, she needs a reason to live

Excerpt:

Luca continues to hold me, but Sylvan peels his body away from mine. I hear him, his footsteps, the rustle of clothing. He is undressing, and despite my apprehension curiosity overwhelms me. I have viewed images, naturally, but I have never seen a male unclothed, not in the flesh. I turn to watch him over my shoulder.

“Come around to this side,” suggests Luca. “She needs a decent view.”

I appreciate his concern for my comfort. Sylvan obligingly moves around to stand in front of me and I watch with avid interest as he removes his tunic. The sharp contours and rippling musculature of his upper body fascinate me. His hair is a pale colour; it reminds me of the subtle pastel shades of the floral plant life that used to thrive on Fyorli and that now exist only in our databanks. More of this soft, curling hair is sprinkled across his wide chest, disappearing like an arrow down beneath his pants. I wonder if he might allow me to touch it, to trail my fingers through the softness. That thought evaporates when Sylvan pulls off his pants and I am treated to my first view of his cock.

I believed I knew what to expect, but I was wrong. I gasp, my disappointment a bitter, acrid taste on my tongue. This will not work. Human males and Fyorlian females are simply not compatible. He is… huge. He will not fit inside me, it is impossible.

“Llianna, are you all right?” Luca murmurs in my ear. “It’s okay, we can take this as slow as you need.”

I shake my head. “I cannot. It is just too, too…”

“Too what?” presses Luca.

“Too big,” I whisper as I bury my face in his chest again. “It is much too big.”

Both males chuckle, but they seem not to grasp the truth of my words. Do they not have eyes? Can they not see the problem here? It is simple physics, surely.

“Trust us, this is going to be just fine.”

Luca’s assurance utterly fails to convince me. I shall just have to manage, somehow. The phase will pass, eventually. I shake my head and cling to Luca.

“Llianna, I’m going to roll you onto your back. It’ll be easier for you that way.”

“No, no, please, do not do this.”

“Honey, nothing’s going to happen if you don’t want it. We’re just asking you to trust us and give this a try.”

“Human females must be bigger than Fyorlians,” I protest. Can they not work this out for themselves? Did they know all along?

“No, they aren’t, not especially. We’ll go slow. It may be tight, but you will manage this. I promise.”

His voice is low, soothing, and very determined. He has never lied to me before, neither of these males has, but what Luca is suggesting is quite impossible. Despite the evidence of my own eyes, I do want to believe him. I want to trust him, trust them. My pussy clenches viciously, and I realise I have little choice, really. What is the alternative?

“You will stop, if I ask you to?”

“Absolutely,” affirms Luca.

Sylvan echoes his promise, and the bed dips again as he re-joins us. “Very, very slow, and lots of lube, if you need it, but I doubt if you will. Are you ready to turn over now?”

I gulp, pause for a moment to consider that suggestion, then I manage another nod.

Luca is gentle as he rearranges me on my back. He is behind me, leaning against the pillows at the head of the bed and he pulls me back into his arms. “Lift your hands up, honey, and put them behind my head.”

I do as he asks, the position lifting my breasts as though presenting them for inspection. Sylvan kneels in front of me, and his green gaze is warm, admiring. I feel good, in spite of my anxiety at what is about to happen.

“Gorgeous tits, don’t you agree?” Luca reaches around me to cup my breasts and presses them together. They fill his hands, my stiff nipples poking between his fingers as he squeezes.

“First thing I noticed, after that luscious arse.” Sylvan moves forward, lifting his gaze from my breasts to my face. “I hope it’s still pleasantly sore.”

“It is sore, certainly,” I assure him. The slight quiver in my voice owes much to the trepidation I still feel, but now there is something else too, something warm and pleasant starting to unfurl low down in my abdomen.

“Good. So, Llianna, you’re a virgin, yes? I know there were no males on board the Renascient.”

“That is correct.”

“Okay…”

“But, I do know what is to happen. I have read about it and spoken to other females, older than I, and I understand. That is why I am concerned that, that—”

“Spread your legs, Llianna.”

 

Blurb

 When they board a derelict spacecraft in search of valuable scrap metal, the last thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon a beautiful, naked woman in need of medical assistance. Despite her protests, they bring her back to their ship, treat her illness, and take it upon themselves to look after her.

 After she contracted the virus that wiped out her people and killed everyone else on her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive, and she is shocked when she awakens from a comatose state with two men standing over her. Once she regains her health, however, she is horrified to realize that she is about to enter her fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for females of her species.

 Knowing that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan to take her in any way they please if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her partially-repaired ship, only to be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly. The stern punishment leaves her desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as her handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.

 Though Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free to go once her ship is finally fully operational again, Llianna finds herself yearning to belong to them completely, and as she learns to submit to their firm, loving dominance, her passion for them grows more intense with each passing day. But when she discovers that she is not the last of her kind after all, will she leave the men she loves to live amongst her own people?

Publisher’s Note: Theirs: Found and Claimed includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

 

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Ashe Barker stops by with a sexy, new historical.

Ashe Barker is such an amazing writer. Here she is with her latest. The excerpt pulled me in quickly, and I immediately one clicked. I can’t wait to read this! (My poor TBR list is so huge now)

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Hi Katherine, and thank you so much for inviting me 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 you’ll 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 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 Alistair, 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 Alistair 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 Alistair 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.

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And an excerpt…

“Sidney, the rats in your cellar are too good for you.”

I should have guarded my tongue. The moment the words are out he gives a shriek of rage and pounces on me. I roll onto the floor, curling up into a ball in a vain attempt to evade his slaps, his kicks, his murderous punches. The blows rain down on my body as I bury my head under my arms, convinced he is finally going to kill me and wondering if perhaps that is preferable to the fate worse than death he has in mind.

Just as I am convinced matters could get no worse, they actually do.

“Stand and deliver.” The curt command rings out, plunging dark terror into my already despairing soul. I cringe, dreading the harsh retort of a pistol, perhaps the scream of our coachman as he tumbles from his perch.

Instead, the carriage lumbers to a halt. Sidney, amazingly, seems oblivious to this terrifying turn of events. He continues to punch me, cursing my very existence as he lays in with boots and fists. I manage to scramble partly under the seat and thus gain some measure of protection. Sidney is intent on dragging me back out, presumably in order to continue his beating. He kneels on the floor and yet again wraps my hair around his fist and yanks hard. I let out a scream but am powerless to avoid being dragged back within his reach.

The click of a pistol being cocked penetrates Sidney’s red mist of pure rage. The sound is not loud but somehow reverberates around the enclosed space of the carriage. My stepbrother loosens his grip on my hair and I scramble the few inches I am able, then cower in the corner of the coach, expecting every breath I draw to be my last.

“You appear not to have heard me. I said, get out of the coach.” The soft highland brogue is an incongruous surprise, but it is a tone I know will brook no argument. I nod and reach for where I suspect the door handle might be.

“Not you, miss. You may remain where you are for now. You sir, out. Now!”

If I am to die, at least I may not meet my Maker in such close proximity to Sidney. I offer up thanks for that mercy as I gasp for air, willing the agony in my ribs to subside enough that I might at least regain my seat and some shred of dignity. Meanwhile our assailant has grabbed Sidney by the collar and hauled him from the coach. A loud thump follows his exit and a muffled curse as he bounces the couple of feet to the ground, the highwayman not having deemed it needful to first position the small set of steps usually employed to avoid such mishaps.

I take a perverse pleasure in his discomfort and likely demise. Highway robbery and murder could not befall a more deserving character.

 

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 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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“Bound, Spanked and Loved” box set is LIVE! #LOVED2016

Woohoo, it’s live folks!

The hottest box set of the season is now available, and it’s only 99 cents for a little while longer.   The price goes up after Valentine’s Day.

This set has so many amazing authors, and something for everyone

Here’s where you can get this sizzling set of sexy stories. ( say that fast three times 😉 )

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Ashe Barker visits with a hot, spanking new anthology!

Ashe Barker is visiting today to tell us about her sexy new story, part of the Over the Knee Anthology. I love Ashe! She really knows how to write an erotic scene. Her story, In the Eyes of the Law, was yummy! Here she is 🙂

 

 

Hi there Katherine, and thank you so much for inviting me back over to your blog today. I’m so pleased to be here to chat a bit about the Over The Knee anthology, six wonderful, wicked tales of spanking and submission.

The collection came out last week. It’s a smokin’ hot anthology of spankingly awesome short stories, over a hundred thousand words of bottom-warming naughtiness ready to melt your kindle, a sizzling treat for the spank-lovers among us. I’m so thrilled to have a story in the set, and I’m in fabulous company too snuggled up with Lily Harlem, Lucy Felthouse, Katy Swann, Dolly Watt, and Wendi Zwaduk.

 

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My story in the set is In the Eyes of the Law and is all about a woman who finds herself having a seriously bad day. Libby accidentally steals a bottle of perfume from a shop and ends up facing the head of security at the shopping mall. Just her luck that he’s her estranged husband, the Dom she never quite got round to divorcing. Oddly enough, he never quite got around to reminding her to complete the paperwork either.

It’s been two years, but Libby and Josh are both very angry still. They have a lot of unfinished business. He feels she betrayed him, she believes he let her down and put his career before her. They never got round to talking when it might have made a difference, but is it too late now? And does the fact that they have remained married mean anything?

This story was fun to write – short, snappy, and sexy as hell. I just adore this sensual cover too.

The whole collection is out now and you can snap it up on Amazon or wherever you like to buy your ebooks. The individual stories will be out next month.

 

Here’s the blurb for In the Eyes of the Law

She’s still his wife, in the eyes of the law. But is she still his submissive? His to spank?

A momentary lapse of concentration places Libby Novak on the wrong side of the law. A criminal conviction could cause her to lose her job. How much worse could this get?

Libby soon knows the answer to that question when the head of security at the mall shows up. She hasn’t seen her estranged husband for years, and now she discovers Josh has a strict policy on how best to deal with shoplifters. He was her husband and her Dom. Will he turn her over to the police, or would a hard, bare-bottom spanking be sufficient redress for her misdemeanor? After all, that’s how he always dealt with her in the past.

Josh has never forgiven Libby’s betrayal. She let him down. She deserves to be punished. But does he still have that right?

Libby meant to divorce him. She was granted the decree nisi but never quite got round to making it final. They both know she’s still his wife—in the eyes of the law—but is she still his submissive? His to spank?

 

Check out the rest of the collection…

 

‘Kneel for You’ by Katy Swann

Should she agree to be spanked? Just the once? It would all be in the name of research, of course…

 

‘Silk and Decadence’ by Wendi Zwaduk

There is always fun in the club, but taking the fun outside and into life might be exactly what’s needed for a lifetime of passion.

 

‘Properly, or Not at All’ by Lucy Felthouse

How will a husband and wife cope when they’re told one of their favourite kinky pastimes is temporarily off the menu?

 

‘A Private Education’ by Dolly Watt

Archivist Emma Willoughby learns a lesson in kinky lust when she’s invited to assess the ninth Earl of Folchester’s private library.

 

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And of course we can’t leave without an excerpt from In the Eyes of the Law

“How long is it since you were last spanked? Really spanked, I mean, into sub-space?”

“Not since you and I… Oh!” I let out a sharp cry as he ramps up the intensity.

“Okay, and has it been just spanking or have you tried anything else?”

“If you mean have I fucked anyone else, the answer is no. I’m not— I mean, I like kink, but…”

“Okay, I get that too. This still all right?” He’s dropping quite hard slaps against my bottom now, raining them all over the tender flesh. I’m managing not to clench because I know that just increases the pain, but it isn’t easy.

“Yes, Sir. It’s fine. Thank you.”

“I missed you, Libby.” He delivers this line without breaking his rhythm.

“I—I missed it too.”

“It? I said I missed you, girl. Not this. Well, not only this.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be. You should never have left me.”

“I had to. You knew why I had to.”

“I know what you told me, but you were wrong. You were impatient. You should have given me more time.” The pressure of the slaps has risen again, the spanking is really hurting now and it’s linked to this conversation somehow. He isn’t striking me in anger. He never did and never would. But there is a connection.

I feel compelled to at least attempt an explanation, though my wits are scrambling fast and I’m not sure how coherent it will be.

“I couldn’t stand it. I begged you to leave but you refused. In the end, I had no choice.”

“I would have put you first. You knew that.”

“I didn’t. How could I? Oh, oh, Sir…” The spanking pauses for a few moments as Josh leans down to pick up his belt from the floor beside him. I suck in a breath and hold it.

“I always did. I asked you to wait. You should have trusted me.”

“I… Aagh!” There’s a whoosh as the belt slices through the air, then a loud crack as it lands across my bottom, wrapping itself around both buttocks. “Oh God, oh Jesus that hurts.”

Josh ignores my comment and my scream, as he readies himself to swing the belt again. Another rush of air, louder this time, and the belt again connects with my searing flesh.

“Oh, oh. Christ.” I screw up my eyes. Tears are already prickling behind my eyelids. Surely I used to be much more resilient than this. I’ve become soft, out of practice.

“Why couldn’t you trust me, Libby? Did I ever let you down?”

The belt lands again, leaving a third river of agony across my bottom. My arse feels to be on fire, yet still I lift it to him for more punishment. I know—I’m sure we both know—this isn’t about a bottle of perfume, nor is it about a lapse of memory, a moment of carelessness. This is about trust, broken promises, disappointment and long-suppressed anger.

 

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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.

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 couple of dogs, two tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.

I have twenty seven (at the last count) titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. 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. Strong, demanding Doms are a given, often paired with new submissives who have a lot to learn.

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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Ashe Barker visits with her hot, new menage

Ashe Barker is visiting today, and boy, did this excerpt get me tingling. I love non-con spankings. And this one is being delivered by two Scottish hotties. 😉

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Shared by the Highlanders, by Ashe Barker

 

  • Genre (s) – Historical, erotic, ménage
  • Publisher – Stormy Night Publications
  • Release Date – 19 June 2015
  • Buy Links – Amazon US Amazon UK  AllRomance   Barnes&Noble
  • Approximately 70,000 words

Blurb:  After she becomes lost in a thick mist while hiking near the borders of Scotland, Charlene Kelly is shocked to encounter two men on horseback. To her horror, the pair—both of whom are dressed in Scottish tartans—accost her and won’t let her go. Though the men speak with accents so strong they seem to come from another era, Charlene is able to gather that they believe she is a thieving boy. Unsure what else to do, Charlene plays along.

When Will Sinclair and Robbie MacBride discover that their captive is in fact a woman—and quite a beautiful one at that—there is only one thing to be done. She must be punished for her deception, and punished thoroughly. A switch applied to her bare bottom does the job well, and soon enough the two men are comforting Charlene as she nurses her bright red, sore backside.

Upon learning that the highlanders are hand-carrying an important message from Elizabeth of England to the court of Mary, Queen of Scots, it finally dawns on Charlene that she is no longer in her own time. Though she is desperate to find a way home, Will and Robbie are both unlike any man she has ever met, and their unabashed dominance awakens in her a powerful need to submit. Soon enough, she finds herself blushing with shame and quivering with desire as she is taken long and hard by two rugged highlanders at once. But can these hardened warriors keep her safe from the perils of a world far more dangerous than the one she left behind?

Publisher’s Note: Shared by the Highlanders is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including threesomes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt:

“You’ll do as you’re told, lass. Which brings us to the next matter we need to address.” Robbie glances around, his gaze coming to rest on a small stone building about hundred yards from us. Beside it stands a sturdy oak tree, already tall enough to be spreading its branches over the solid looking roof. He turns to Will. “That should do fine, do you think? That bough sticking out to the side?”

Will nods. “Good choice. Best sling a blanket over it though. We don’t want her getting all scratched, after all. Striping her arse is punishment enough I reckon.”

“What? What are you talking about?” I so do not like the sound of this. Any discussion of my arse and punishment surely heralds disaster.

As Will peers into his saddlebag, presumably in search of the blanket he mentioned, Robbie continues the explanation.

“Well, lass, there’s the matter of honesty. And truth, you understand. We set high store by it, and we will have it from you. Always. And from your argumentative tone I daresay your obedience is soon to become an issue too. It’s time for you to learn what the consequences will be when you lie to us, or if you fail to obey an instruction. With luck, and if you prove to be a fast learner, it may not be necessary to administer another punishment spanking for some time. But right now, we have no real alternative.”

“Spanking! No way. You are not spanking me.”

Robbie grins, his expression unrepentant. And determined. “We are, lass. Right here and now. See yonder oak beside the stock shelter there? You’ll be bent over the branch that stretches out to the side, your wrists and ankles tied together to make sure you don’t shift from where we place you. You’ll be naked of course, your arse tilted up for easy reach. Then you’ll take six strokes of the switch. From each of us.”

“No! No, you can’t do that. That would be… it would be – assault.”

“Aye, you could call it that I daresay, since you’ll not be acquiescent by the sound of things. Don’t look so stricken lass, it’ll soon be done with and we can all be on our way.”

“You promised I wouldn’t be hurt. Last night, you said that.”

“I think what we actually promised was that we would do you no harm. And we won’t. A little firm discipline though, now that’s another matter entirely. I’ve yet to meet the woman whose disposition was not the better for a well administered paddling. And most are truly thankful for it too, in the fullness of time of course.”

 

Ashe Barker visits to “Tell Me” about her sexy new book

Ashe Barker is visiting today with a snippet from her hot new BDSM! 🙂

Ashe Barker – Tell Me

Hi Katherine, and thank you for inviting me back over to your blog today to chat a little about my latest release. Tell Me is without doubt one of my favourite stories ever. It’s gritty, and realistic, and like many of my books is set in the UK, in the north of England.

Tell Me is about a woman who can’t accept her submissive nature. Neither is she able to resist it. She plays in secret, with a Dom she met at a BDSM club. She knows his first name, nothing else. But she trusts him absolutely and he has never let her down.

Tony is everything Thea believes she is not. Sure of himself, comfortable with his kink, skilled and intuitive. He is the perfect Dom. What could go wrong?

Thea keeps her submissive side completely separate from her ‘real life’ so when her worlds collide she is stunned. How did this happen? She has been so careful, so private. Her instinct is to run, and keep on running. Her Dom has other ideas. Tony is not about to let her scurry away and hide from him. He is uncompromising in his demands, he wants all of her, not just the sexy little sub he plays with at their BDSM club. He is determined to hold her, and keep her safe. Most of all, he wants Thea to feel comfortable in her skin, proud of the woman she yearns to be. His methods are harsh, but will they work?

Tell Me is about trust, and acceptance, and about breaking down barriers. There are plenty of hot, sexy scenes – these two adore their kink and are perfect for each other. But it’s as much about the emotional undercurrent of an intense D/s relationship and the security if offers if Thea can just find a way to accept it. And herself.

I hope readers love the story as much as I do.

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Here’s the back cover stuff…

Tell me, Thea.

After months of frequenting her local BDSM club, Thea has found what every submissive dreams of, the perfect Dom. He understands every gasp and shiver of her response and gives her exactly what she craves. He pushes her limits, takes her to the edge and then holds her while she floats back to reality. He knows every inch of her body in intimate detail, but nothing else about her at all. Though he tries to delve into her personal life, he respects her wishes when she refuses. Thea feels compelled to keep her ‘real’ life separate from anything that happens on the BDSM scene, it’s the only way she can exist.

Tony is bewitched from the first moment he lays eyes on his perfect little sub at The Wicked Club. Months of scening with her only makes him crave more. But any pressure for information about her private life has her scurrying away like a frightened kitten. He needs to keep his cool and take it slow in order not to scare her away.

That is until a twist of fate lands Thea in Mr Tony diMarco’s office and her worlds collide. Her perfect Dom is sitting behind the desk at her new job. It’s too much and she refuses to mix her personal and professional lives. But Tony won’t take no for an answer. He needs Thea Richmond in his bed and in his office and he is determined to have his way.

Thea is reluctant to blur the lines, but it’s becoming more and more difficult to maintain her well-ordered existence. Will she trust her Dom to push her to the edge like he always does? Or will she risk losing the man she has come to love?

And of course, here’s a steamy excerpt to get you in the mood.

“The bench. Lay across it.” He turned her in the direction of a spanking bench a few yards away in another part of the dungeon. Thea was oblivious to the presence of other couples engaged in similar play to her own, and to her own near-nakedness as she walked slowly over the warm, polished wood floor. She wore only her thong, as a passing nod to The Wicked Club’s rule forbidding nudity in public areas, and the studded leather collar which Tony insisted on locking around her neck at the start of every scene they played.

Her body was sore, delightfully so, every movement reminding her of what she was, what she craved and why she was here. She reached the bench and draped her body across it, knowing exactly the right position to gain maximum exposure to whatever Tony would offer her next.

She turned her head to see her Dom crouch beside his bag, the rucksack he always used to carry his toys and equipment. He rarely played with anything other than his own personal items, things he knew, and could use with consummate skill. He selected his next implement.

The cane.

A ripple of terrified anticipation spiked through Thea’s nervous system, causing her to jerk on the bench. Tony caught the movement and turned to regard her, his expression stony.

“Will you need me to tie you in place?”

“No, Sir.” Thea bristled a little at the suggestion. She was no newbie, she knew what a caning was like, and she loved the bite of the rattan against the backs of her thighs. Maybe not while it was actually happening, but always afterwards. Without fail.

Tony straightened and leaned on the bench beside her. Thea had to twist her neck to keep him in sight.

“Are you sure? You know I won’t permit you to move once we start. I have no wish to punish you this evening if that can be avoided so if you think you may fail in this I’m prepared to help you.”

“I’ll be fine, Sir. I promise.”

“Good girl.” The cane in his left hand, Tony caressed her waiting buttocks with his right palm, pressing on the areas she knew must be already crimson from the flogging. “How many strokes do you want?”

“You decide, Sir. You know how it needs to be.” Which was code for You know how much I need.

“Okay, until I decide to stop then.” He stood and moved into position behind her.

Thea nodded, then realised he could no longer see her head so she verbalised her agreement. He wouldn’t start otherwise.

“Yes, Sir.”

Her active participation now concluded, Thea allowed her slim frame to drape over the bench with a fluid, boneless grace. Her head felt heavy, her thinking slurred already as she sank deeper into her submissive haze.

She let out a sharp hiss as the first stroke landed across both cheeks of her arse.

“Wake up, subbie. Do I have your attention?” Tony sounded impatient, his words clipped and curt. Her head cleared in an instant.

“Yes, Sir. Sorry.”

“Good. We can continue then.” Tony shifted his position slightly to stand at right angles to her upturned bum. From her position across the bench Thea could pick out the sharp crease of his smart trousers and the shine of his gleaming leather shoes, but he was obscured from the knees up.

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  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.

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, rabbits, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.

I have twenty four (at the last count) titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. 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. Strong, demanding Doms are a given, often paired with new submissives who have a lot to learn.

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.

I love to hear from readers. You can find me on my blog, and on the Totally Bound site. I’m on Facebook, and twitter and now on Tsu as well. I’m on Pinterest too, and Goodreads

 

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Ashe Barker stops by with an orgasmic excerpt

 

I am a brand new Ashe Barker groupie. Holy cow, the woman can write! So you can guess how excited I am that she has stopped by to talk about two of my favorite things: competitive sports (The Tour De France), and beautiful eroticism. Yep, they do go together. You’ll see 😉

Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

Take it away, Ashe:

 

Hi there Katherine and thank you for welcoming me to your blog. I’m here chatting about Spirit, my newest release from Stormy Night.

Much of the story takes place against the backdrop of Le Grand Départ, the start of the Tour de France cycle race which in the summer of 2014 took place in Yorkshire. Maybe took place is the wrong description, took over is closer to the mark. It was a massive occasion, and I suspect the sheer scale of the event, and the audience it attracted, took most of us by surprise. One of the features I most enjoyed though was the way we saw bits of artwork popping up all over the moorland landscape as the race got nearer. Farmers decorated their fields, and their sheep, in the race colours. Everywhere along the route was decorated with the iconic yellow bicycles.

We saw specially designed crop circles, painted cows, and of course iconic sculptures. Most of these pieces were transient and have now gone, though a few remain. One of these more permanent sculptures is featured in Spirit, and gave me the title of the book.

 

Here’s the blurb…

When Matthew Logan offers a homeless young woman a bed for a few nights, he expects the girl to eat, sleep, recover from the flu, and then move on. Instead, in no time at all eighteen-year-old Beth Harte has captured his affections completely. Though Matt wants only to protect her and has no intention of sleeping with her, Beth has other ideas, and she proves to be very persuasive.

But after Beth is attacked by a friend of Matt’s and subsequently learns for the first time that Matt is an experienced dominant, she is unable to separate the man she is growing to care about from her hateful memories of previous exploitation. Confused and frightened, she runs away.

Almost six years pass before Matt sees Beth again, and in that time his vulnerable little waif has reinvented herself as an artist. Now she has a stunning proposition for him and his environmental engineering company: to collaborate on a project fusing art and science to promote one of the most prestigious sporting events in the world. But when Matt demands to know what went wrong before, she tells him the truth, both about her childhood and about his friend’s actions.

Matt is determined to make Beth’s abusers pay for their crimes, but he’s also not about to let her run away from him again. Can Beth bring herself to trust Matt despite her fears and give him the chance to love her and show her the pleasures of being his submissive, or will the wounds of her past keep her from trusting anyone ever again?

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

 

And of course a sexy excerpt, to whet your appetite.

 “Keep still a moment, if you can.” He murmurs the words as he presses something hard and unrelenting past my opening. The vibrator slides in easily, my own juices throwing down the welcome mat. There’s a delightful sensation as Matt’s fingers rim my inner lips, embedding the toy deep inside me, then I let out a keening cry as the vibrations start. It’s both glorious and alien, a pulsing deep inside me that I can’t control, that I can only feel, experience. The bullet is in direct contact with my inner walls, sending deep tremors through my nervous system. All the signals seem to head direct to my poor, swollen clit, and I’m ready to scream if he doesn’t do something, anything, to put me out of my misery.

Suddenly his hands are not on me any more. He steps away to hitch a hip on the balcony rail at my side. I turn my face to him, ready to plead, to threaten, to promise anything.

“Hush, love. Don’t talk unless it’s to say red or yellow. Just feel. Concentrate on holding that bullet inside you. Don’t let it slip, you need to squeeze it. Hard.”

I do as he says, and the sensation becomes so intense I want to let go, to relax. But I know if I do, if I drop the toy, I’ll get no orgasm. I want it now, need it, but restrained as I am I have to wait for him to give it to me, that sweet friction against my throbbing, needy clit.

“Sir, you promised, if I held on to it that you’d be stroking my clit. Please Sir, I need it, you…”

“Okay, as you’ve asked so nicely. And you are doing as you’re told so beautifully.”

He leans forward and reaches under me to scrape his fingernail across the tip of my clit, the merest, most delicate of caresses but it sends shock waves through my entire body. I stiffen, every nerve ending on red alert, reaching out for the next touch, greedy for it, desperate for it.

“Again?” He is circling my clit now, his fingers gentle but maddening as they avoid my most sensitive spot.

“Yes. Don’t stop. Oh God, please don’t stop again.”

“I haven’t stopped, just off target. Do you mean me to touch you here…?” He adjusts his angle just enough to bring the pad of his finger into contact with the base of my clit. He strokes around it, long and slow and tantalisingly close. I’m almost there, just another moment, a little more.

“Or would you prefer this, perhaps?” He shifts suddenly to kneel behind me. I instinctively lift my bum more and spread my legs wider. He uses his thumbs to fully expose my clit. Then, he takes it between his lips and he sucks it.

“Christ, I – aaagh! My orgasm is instantaneous and so powerful it would have brought me to my knees but for the ropes securing me to the rail, and Matt’s shoulders between my thighs holding me up. My body shakes as the waves of sensation punch my nervous system into a quivering wreckage, the aftershocks alone still strong enough to make me groan with pure pleasure.

At last it stops, my scrambled senses start to gather again and I become aware of my surroundings. I open my eyes and attempt to focus on Matt’s hallway several feet below. His tongue is still flicking my clit, but more slowly now, leisurely, drawing me back into this moment of shared intimacy. He draws back and stands, leaning over me to whisper in my ear.

“Well done, love. You didn’t drop it.”

“What? Drop what?”

“Our little toy. You can let me have it now though.”

“Oh, okay, how should I…”

Allow me.” He parts the lips of my pussy and inserts two fingers to grasp the end of the vibrator. It’s still throbbing as he pulls it out. He says nothing more as he inserts one slick finger into my arse. My sated, relaxed state makes the penetration easier, and I’m beyond any shred of modesty or resistance. Shit hot screaming orgasms can have that effect, I’m learning. Has he more in store for me?

 

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You can grab a copy of Spirit from wherever you like to buy your ebooks

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More about Ashe Barker

I’ve been writing seriously for about two years but I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, erotic and other genres. I love reading historical and contemporary romances in all pairings – the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.

My stories are often set in the north of England where I live but I draw inspiration from all over. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. But ultimately my tales of love, challenge, resilience and compassion are the conjurings of my own lurid and smutty imagination.

On the rare occasions I’m not writing my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises. And most recently a very grumpy cockatiel. I’m a rural parish councillor too.

My other titles are many and varied, and include the ‘Black Combe’ trilogies, The Dark Side, Sure Mastery, The Hardest Word and A Richness of Swallows, all set in the atmospheric moorland of West Yorkshire or Cumbria and with a strong BDSM theme. My stand alone novels are The Three Rs, Chameleon, Red Skye at Night, and Faith but this list grows all the time. The Widow Is Mine is a full length medieval erotic romance which I wrote for The Conquered Brides collection. I’ve also written several short stories, including Re-Awakening, a raunchy pirate tale, Right of Salvage, and a MM story, Bodywork, which was included in the Amazon best-selling collection Brit Boys on Boys. You can find all my stories on my author page on Amazon.

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.

I love to hear from readers. You can find me on my blog, and I’m on Facebook, and twitter too. And more recently on Tsu