Sunday, April 12, 2015

Spirit by Ashe Barker #bdsm #spanking #romance #mustread


Ashe Barker is visiting today with the details and an excerpt from her hot new release, Spirit. Please give her a warm welcome! :)

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Hi there Sue, and thank you so much for inviting me over here today to give a shout out about Spirit, my latest release.
 
Spirit is first and foremost a sexy romance, but with some serious issues underpinning it. It’s a story about one young woman’s route to homelessness, and about childhood abuse. For all that though it isn’t really a dark tale. This is a book about kindness, generosity, and moving on.
 
Spirit has its lighter side too, with some endearing minor characters of the human and non-human variety. Look out for Ethel, the exuberant little Westie dog, and rather bad-tempered macaw. Ethel is modelled on my own little dog. I just had to put her in a book somewhere and this seemed like a good home for her. George the macaw is inspired by my husband’s grumpy cockatiel. There are other creatures in our menagerie too, so I probably need to find places in my future books for a couple of tortoises, and some rabbits.
 
Enough of the Noah’s Ark, here’s the back cover stuff for Spirit...
 
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.

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?

He withdraws his finger and replaces it with the solid head of the bullet, still warm from my body.

"Try to push back against it if you can." Matt twists the blunt end inside me, easing it through my sphincter. It doesn't hurt, but it does feel strange, more alien than his finger did. I obey him, pushing back in opposition to the gentle pressure he's exerting. The vibrator sinks in deeper, and I let out a sharp hiss, more of uncertainty than any real protest.

"Okay?"

I nod, grunting as he nudges it a little further in.

"Enough I think. Now we have some real fun..."

I'm not convinced there is any more fun to be had this side of heaven, but say nothing. I rest my forehead on the rail, acutely aware of the stretching in my arse though the toy is small and slim. Moments later it erupts into life again as Matt activates the vibrate function. I flinch, gasping at the intensity as the shudders rock my core.

"Oh, oh, Matt, it's too much."

"Hang in there a few moments, let it happen, love." His hand on my naked back makes large, soothing circles, steadying me when I might have caved in to the unfamiliar sensations. I draw in several deep breaths, filling my lungs them emptying them slowly.

He's right, I can do this. I can. I let out another long, low moan as the exquisite beauty of the inner pulsing fills my senses, and suddenly I'm desperate for him to caress my clit some more. I can come again, long and hard and deep, if he'd just...

"Is this what you need?" He's there, reaching between my legs. He takes my throbbing nub between his finger and thumb to squeeze and roll it, tugging just a little.

"Yes, oh yes..." I sway my hips, rolling my forehead across the rail as I stretch under his gentle ministrations.

Matt's touch is more firm now, more demanding. My response builds, gathering at my core, blossoming as he strokes and stretches and presses on that sweet spot. I let out a sharp cry as the intensity of the vibration increases. He's ramped it up a little, then a little more as I keen softly. He slips three fingers into my pussy, stroking the most sensitive spot there too, and I'm lost.

I convulse around his fingers and the vibrator, gyrating my hips hard as I squeeze down on the precious digits and pulsing toy, wringing every last shred of delight from them.

I'm still trembling as Matt flicks the switch to stop the vibrations and slides the bullet from my arse. He drops it onto the carpet then unties my hands. His arms are around me or I would just crumple onto the floor. Instead I'm lifted and laid on the bed, on my back. I open my eyes to see Matt at last removing his jeans.

 
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

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