Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Getting Up Close and Personal with Ewan Lord from FAITH...Ashe Barker visits!

I'm excited to have Ashe Barker on my blog today. She's here with a fun interview with the hero, Ewan, from new release, Faith. Please give her a warm welcome and be sure to check out the excerpt! Take it away, Ashe...

Hello Sue, and thank you so much for inviting me to come and hang out on your blog today. All this week I’ve been chatting about my latest release, Faith, the first book I have published with Stormy Night. It’s been a hectic roller-coaster, but so exciting and I’m loving every minute.

Faith goes on general release this week, and you’ll be able to grab a copy from,, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, and All Romance eBooks 

Faith tells her story from her own point of view, but today I thought it might be nice to hear from Ewan for once. So, I fired a few finely hones questions at him and here’s what he had to say for himself. I thought I’d start with something straightforward…

Me: If I gave you an elephant and asked you to keep it a secret, where would you hide it?

Ewan (jaw dropping) : A what?

Me: An elephant. You know, big thing, grey, with flappy ears.

Ewan: I know what a f**king elephant is. Right, so it’s that sort of interview is it. Okay, I‘d stash my elephant in Faith’s back garden. She’s always complaining about the dandelions so perhaps Jumbo could eat the weeds for her. Might do a bit of damage in her flower beds though. On second thoughts…

Me: Do you like gardening, Ewan?

Ewan: No, I hate anything like that. I think gardening is a war of attrition. It would be me against the forces of nature and I know who would win in the end. I settle for paying a local lad to cut my grass a couple of times a month and that’s the lot. I’d have got him to do Faith’s too but she won’t hear of it. She thinks it’s therapeutic to poke around in the dirt all weekend.

Me: What do you like to do to relieve stress then?

Ewan:  I find a decent flogger and a St Andrew’s Cross to be an effective combination, with the right sub strapped to it, of course.

Me: By which you mean Faith?

Ewan (nodding) : She does have some intensely calming qualities…

Me (polite cough) : Moving on, what’s your favourite colour for socks?

Ewan: Right, we’re back to the sensible stuff I see. Black. Next question.

Me: Boxers or briefs?

Ewan: Boxers, probably. More comfortable. And of course Faith prefers them as she can get her hands inside more easily. Who am I to interfere?

Me: Indeed. Tell us something else we don’t know about Faith.

Ewan: She used to be in the brownies when she was a little girl, but got asked to leave for swearing. She was seven, I think.

Me: Faith was fired from the brownies?

Ewan: Allegedly.

Me: Right. And what was the naughtiest thing you ever did as a child?

Ewan: I almost caused a multiple pile-up by roiling tyres across a main road. Me and a couple of friends found some old tyres that had been dumped in a field. We dragged them to the top of our road, quite a steep hill, and we let them go to see whose would get to the bottom first. We never gave a thought to the six lane dual carriage-way they would have to bounce across to get there. It was chaos, but mercifully no harm was done apart from to the nerves of the motorists. I’ve never run so fast… Don’t tell Faith though. She thinks I’m an upstanding pillar of the community.

Me: I doubt that somehow. And on that note, I think we’ll leave it. Thank you for stopping to chat.

Ewan: My pleasure.

Personal confession coming up … both these ‘crimes’ were ones I actually committed as a child. Feel free to leave a comment about the worst prank you ever got up to when you were young – or even not so young.

Here’s the blurb…

After her husband’s sudden, tragic death, Faith is left widowed after only six months of marriage. She wallows in grief until a neighbour, Ewan, reaches out to her. Although his work takes him away a great deal, Ewan slowly becomes Faith’s rock, helping her heal and encouraging her as she struggles to rebuild her life. As time passes, Faith grows more and more attracted to Ewan, but one thing holds her back: Ewan is a dom, and she is not ready to be a sub.

Though the idea of kneeling naked at Ewan’s feet excites her in a way she can’t fully understand, Faith fears that his sexual appetites would prove too much for her. But when he discovers that she has been exploring the lifestyle without his knowledge and hiding her activities from him, Ewan issues an ultimatum: either she becomes his submissive, or they go their separate ways. This is just the push Faith needs, and in the end her decision is not a difficult one.

Ewan quickly proves to be a firm, commanding lover who is more than capable of mastering her completely. He challenges Faith’s boundaries and introduces her to a level of sensuality she never dreamed she could experience, and Faith soon finds herself at peace in a way she has not felt in years. But when fate takes another turn and she learns the truth about her husband’s death, can Faith count on Ewan to be by her side as she adjusts to a new reality yet again?

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

And here’s an excerpt from Faith. Things are about to sizzle between these two.

“In here.” I call out to him as I pour his tea. “Did you manage to find the place alright?”

Ewan comes into the room and takes a seat at the table opposite me. He has objects in his hand, which he tosses onto the table with a clatter. They lie there, incongruous, between my teapot and the half-full bottle of milk.

A pair of leather cuffs, and a spanking crop.

I gape at the items before me, then at Ewan. “What? What are these?”

He leans back in his chair, eyeing me in silence for several seconds. Then, “I think we both know what these are.” His tone is ominous, low and quiet, and endowed with a steely quality I find disconcerting.

I have a bad feeling, though why I should be alarmed has yet to be revealed. I don’t doubt though that it won’t be long. I play for time.

“Okay, I know what they are. What I meant was, what are they doing here? On my table?”

“We may need them. Later. First, we need to talk.” If anything, his tone is even cooler. I suppress my involuntary shudder.

“So talk.” I find I resent his clear intention of intimidating me. I tilt my chin in a reckless show of bravado I am far from feeling.

“Okay. I’ll start then. Thank you for the loan of your car. And your satnav.”

Right… “So, you found this place in Leeds then?”

“I did. And while I was putting the trip details into your satnav, the machine came up with a list of your recent journeys.” He pauses, his eyes narrowing. “Sheffield?”

Oh. Shit!

Somehow, in the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind I knew it had to be this. What other connection could I have to cuffs and a leather crop? What I couldn’t work out was how he knew. So simple. So fucking easy. Idiot!

Ewan says no more. He sits across from me, one eyebrow raised in expectation. He seems to be anticipating an explanation. I have none to offer.

Indeed, why should I have to explain? It’s obvious he knows what my destination was in Sheffield, but I had every right to go to a BDSM club if I chose to. It was before he and I started sleeping together. On reflection, maybe I need to make that clear at least.

“Ewan, I know how this could look. But you have to believe me, I haven’t been there in ages. It was before we, before you and I…”

“Before you asked me to fuck you and I so helpfully complied?” His level tone is at odds with the crudeness of his words. Even so, I detect no anger, not even annoyance. He’s quite calm, perfectly at ease as he regards me across the teapot. I squirm in my chair.

How does he do that? How the fuck does he reduce me to this with just a look?

“Yes. Before that.” I whisper my reply, dreading what he might say next. It’s clear the chronology of events has not impacted on his view of this matter. I study my cooling tea, seeking inspiration. There is none to be had.

He leans forward, reaches for my chin, and tips it up. I have no choice but to meet his eyes.

“Tell me, Faith. Tell me why you were there.” His voice is more gentle now, his gaze less arctic. I take encouragement from that.

“It was a few months ago. I was lonely. I hadn’t had sex in ages, not since, since…”

“Since Ed died. Yes, I get that. But the first time I fucked you, you were still saying you still hadn’t had sex all the time you’d been a widow. I’m assuming that was true?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

“No. I didn’t think you would. So, if not sex, what did you get up to at Fairlawns?”

“I… I…”

“Faith, I’m waiting. Don’t make me ask again.”

“I got spanked.” There. It’s out.

A bit more about me…

Until 2010 I was a director of a regeneration company in Leeds, in the UK, before becoming convinced there must be more to life. So I left, and at last I’ve been able to realise my dream of writing erotic romance. 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.

In my own writing I draw on settings and anecdotes from my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. 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, and I’m passionate about evolving rural traditions and values to suit twenty first century lifestyles.

My other titles 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. The Three Rs is a stand-alone novel set in Berwick in the Scottish border. I’ve also written a couple of short stories, Re-Awakening, and a raunchy pirate tale, Right of Salvage, as well as a novella, Carrot and Coriander. All are available from   Barnes and Noble  All Romance 

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.

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