Markus and his belt are waiting #SatSpanks

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I am so excited!  We are down to just a few days until the next book in the Passion Series is released.  Having it All will be released on April 21st.   Today I’m sharing a snippet from a night out on the town for Brianna and Markus.  Bri has been dallying in the ladies room and Markus has sent a woman in to make sure she is okay.   I’d love a show of virtual hands at the end of the snippet to know who would like to be in Brianna’s shoes?

Excerpt:

“You wouldn’t be Brianna, would you?”

Brianna is surprised. “Y-yes. I’m Brianna.”

“Thought so. Your husband is waiting outside. Seems he was worried something happened to you since you’d been gone so long from your table.”

“Oh. I’m fine. Thanks.”

The woman’s smile grows as she starts to chuckle. “I think I’m starting to understand.”

Brianna is confused. “Understand what?”

“The second part of your husband’s message. He told me to get him right away if something was wrong, but if you were fine, he asked me to pass along a rather personal message.”

Brianna has an uneasy feeling that she’s not going to like that message. “Do I want to ask?”

“I guess that depends.”

“On?”

“On if you like spankings. He said to tell you he and his belt are waiting impatiently outside the door.”

“Oh, shit.”

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If you are a fan of Wanting it All, I think you’ll enjoy how much fun Brianna and Markus get to have in this book compared to how heavy things were in the last two for them.   If you haven’t read the start of their story, why wait?  Start here.

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Even Lukus Can Lose his Shit #WIPITUP

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This will most likely be the last week I’ll be sharing excerpts from my work in progress Having it All, book three in the Passion Series on #WIPITUP because God willing, by this time next week it will be released and all you lovely people who have been encouraging me to get it out to you will be too busy reading it to come check out my blog anyway!   (Hey, a girl can hope).  Watch for a coming cover reveal this week.   Now check out this fun excerpt from early in the book.   You gotta love Derek, the voice of reason, guiding Lukus through his first meltdown.

Excerpt:

For the first time since she got there, Lukus smiles. The surprised look on her beautiful tear-stained face is adorable. The thought that he’s about to lose her is a sucker punch to the gut. She finally looks his way. He can see her confusion and that’s when it hits him. She’s floundering right along with him.

He forces down the emotions rumbling through him. “Derek is right. Go back and splash your face, then lay down for a bit. I’ll be back in a while.”

Tiffany looks conflicted. Derek spins her around and smacks her ass. “Go on. Get going.” She finally shuffles off with one last pitiful look over her shoulder at Lukus.

The second she’s out of sight, Lukus is up in Derek’s face. “What the fuck? Don’t touch her ass. Who the hell do you think you are?”

In typical Derek fashion, he doesn’t back down. “I’m the asshole who just stopped you from making the biggest mistake of your life, that’s who. I’ve been waiting for this. I thought we’d have a little more time, but hey, no time like the present.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You. Losing your shit. I knew it was coming. So let’s deal with it.”

Lukus has had enough. He moves around Derek to beeline it to the bar and pour himself a tall shot of whiskey. The burn flames on the way down. He downs one more before walking to the floor-to-ceiling wall of windows facing east.   The familiar Chicago skyline greets him like an old friend. He’s relieved. Finally, something in his life that is steady, that isn’t out of control.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there before Derek joins him, handing him a cold beer. They stand silently looking out on the city together until Derek senses Lukus feels more like himself again.

“So, you ready to talk about it yet?”

“No.”

“Too fucking bad.”

“Fine. What the hell just happened?”

“You lost your shit. That’s what happened.”

“I don’t lose my shit.”

“No. You never used to lose your shit. Now, I have a feeling you’re going to lose your shit regularly. It goes with the territory.”

“Like hell it does. You’ve been married for years. You don’t lose your shit.”

Derek’s rolling belly laugh surprises Lukus. “Damn. I guess I’m a better actor than I thought I was. First of all, I lose my shit all the time. It’s worse than ever these last few weeks with Rachel pregnant. I’m constantly worrying if I’m doing the right thing by her, and now the kid.”

“Maybe, but at least she doesn’t look you in the face and say fuck off. That’s what Tiffany did tonight. Less than five minutes after I told her not to go into the club, she went into the club.   She might as well called me and told me to fuck off.”

“I know you see it like that, but you’re not being rational.”

“Now it’s me saying it loud and clear to you. Fuck off.”

Derek ignores the insult. “Second, and most importantly, I married a woman who is submissive to her core. In fact, I’m worried about how Rachel is going to be authoritative enough to be a mom to the kid. She was submissive when I met her and I’ve had years to train her. You have a bit of a different situation going on here.”

“I’ll tell you, this is my fault. All week I’ve been playing it slow. Trying not to freak her out, knowing she was a newbie. I gave her too much freedom. I should have been laying down the rules harder from the start.” Derek laughs again. It’s really starting to piss Lukus off. “So glad I can provide you with comic relief.”

Getting his laughter under control, Derek pushes for answers. “What did you say to me in the alley on Sunday right after Tiffany left?” When Lukus doesn’t answer, he barges ahead. “You told me that you wanted it all. More accurately, you told me that Tiffany was going to give it all to you. Remember that?”

“I was obviously delusional. All she’s gonna give to me is a fucking nervous breakdown.”

“She may do that, yes, but she’s the one, Lukus.”

“What one?”

“The one you’ve been looking for.”

“She’s not a sub, Derek. I can’t do this. What the fuck do I know about being in a vanilla relationship? No, it’s better that we found this out now before we get hooked on each other.”

“Wow. So you’re gonna quit that easy. I never in a million years thought of you as a quitter.”

“Fuck you. I’ll just end up hurting her.   I’m not too proud to say thank you for coming up here tonight. I was about to really screw up. I could have hurt her. She’d never forgive me. Hell, I’d never forgive myself.   She makes me…” his voice trails off.

“She makes you lose your shit.”

“Stop saying that, will ya? I hate it.”

*****

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Guest Post: Changing his Little’s Mood – Renee Rose

I am excited to have the amazing Renee Rose visiting me today to talk about her newest release.  Welcome Renee!!

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Hi Livia! Thank you so much for having me today! I’m here to pimp Her Hollywood Daddy, my new ageplay romance. A good daddy can change his Little’s mood. In Her Hollywood Daddy, Marissa, a young Hollywood starlet, has just made an arrangement to be Joel’s Little. In this scene, her sister’s constant partying and her own inability to set limits in her life have caused her to be stressed and lash out at him. Here’s how he handles it:

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“Hey,” he said, “what has you so riled up?”

“Are you kidding me?” she snapped, whirling to face him. “Did you see the state of the house? Those same people have been in my house for like, three days now.”

“So why didn’t you ask them to leave?”

Her hands balled into fists, her jaw thrust forward. “Why don’t you just keep out of it?”

He recoiled, shocked at the amount of anger directed toward him. “Hey,” he said sharply. “You don’t talk like that to me. Ever. Are we clear?”

She didn’t answer, turning away to stomp to her closet, but not before he saw the tremble in her lower lip.

Damn. What she really needed was another good spanking, but there was no way he’d risk embarrassing her by doing it there. “Come here.”

She ignored him, opening and closing the drawers to her dresser with more energy than necessary.

“One….two…three.”

She arrived at his feet just as he finished the third count, her lower lip stuck out, her arms folded across her chest.

He hid a smile. She was absolutely adorable when she pouted.

She actually stamped her foot, dropping her arms, her fists balled at her sides. “What’s so funny?

He reached for her waist and pulled her closer. “Nothing. I’ve just never seen such a sexy sulk before.”

Her shoulders relaxed and the anger on her face disappeared. She nibbled on her lip, her eyes skimming his face but not landing anywhere.

He pulled her up to straddle his waist, squeezing her round bottom through her Daisy Dukes. “Baby girl, I know there are a lot of open issues for you here with your sister and your mom and the house. I know it stresses you out. But it’s no excuse for being naughty.” He continued kneading her bottom, pulling her hips tight against his, his growing cock pressing against the seam of her shorts. “Daddy won’t tolerate sass from his little girl. I’m going to take care of your naughty bottom when we get home. Right now I just need to you to pull it together enough to pack what you need for a few days and we’ll get out of here. Okay?” he asked, peering into her face.

The ghost of a smile appeared and she nodded.

Her Hollywood Daddy

Hollywood starlet Marissa Sparks’ career teeters on the brink of implosion. Her mansion is nearly under foreclosure, her rockstar boyfriend left her for a supermodel, and her habits of partying all night, drinking to excess and taking prescription drugs get her fired from her current picture. Her only hope is to convince Joel Sutherland, her co-star and one of the movie’s producers to give her another chance.

Joel knows Marissa has talent and a sweet, submissive nature, but believes her mother and sister are a terrible influence. All she needs is a strict daddy to take her in hand and give her some firm over-the-knee discipline and loving guidance. When she shows up at his door begging for his help, he agrees to advocate for her return to the movie on one condition: she must move in with him and live as his Little until filming is complete.

Marissa submits to Joel’s dominance and seems to thrive under his structure and protection, but he isn’t sure if it’s all a ploy to stay in the movie. She is, after all, a talented actress and could be faking everything. At the end of filming, she might just pick up and walk out his front door, taking his heart with her.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains elements of ageplay, including spanking and erotic sex scenes.

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Renee Rose / Darling Adams is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink.

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Who is worried about Traci? #WIPITUP #CorbinsBend

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So I heard from more than one of you who read Life’s Unexpected Gifts that you were worried about what was going to happen to Traci, Troy’s sister.  I did kind of leave her hanging at the end of last season’s book, but I wanted to make sure Traci got her own story in season three.  Psychology of Submission will be released on June 4th.  I thought it would be fun to share the opening scene of the book with you this week.  It is a nice long excerpt chock full of some of your favorite Corbin’s Bend residents.  Check it out and let me know what you think!

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Excerpt from Psychology of Submission

“Oh my fucking God! This cheesecake is to die for!”

The words were still hanging in the air when the crack of a large hand connecting with a bikini-clad bottom could be heard from across the pool. Hallie’s surprised squeal was drowned out by the fits of laughter from the dozen or so other couples already gathered for the Corbin’s Bend annual Summer’s Here picnic.

“Troy! I can’t believe you just did that!”

“Hallie, I can’t believe you continue to talk like a truck driver.”

Traci’s heart physically contracted with love as she watched her brother and new sister- in-law bantering playfully. Seeing Troy happily married was bittersweet for her. She honestly couldn’t be happier for Troy and Hallie. Still, it was ironic that the siblings had gone years living far apart while Troy had been deployed across the globe, yet now that they lived a few blocks from each other, Traci had never felt more alone.

The time since her brother’s wedding had brought her a much-loved sister-in-law. In fact, Hallie was more than her new sister; she was her close friend. But in watching the couple embrace across the pool, Traci was keenly reminded that she was no longer the most important person in her brother’s life.

Correction. I am no longer the most important person in anyone’s life.

Traci tried to shake herself out of her funk. She despised feeling sorry for herself, and refused to allow feelings of jealously to come between her and the two people she loved most in the world. Yet, the couple wasn’t helping.

The newlyweds had just returned from their honeymoon two weeks earlier and were still in that sickly-sweet romantic mode where they were rarely more than a few feet from each other. They’d come to dinner at Traci’s the night before and had even had to excuse themselves to go to the guest bedroom. Troy had made it sound like it was to punish Hallie for her continued potty- mouth, but Traci was no fool. The walls in her Corbin’s Bend home were not thick enough to camouflage the sounds of sex. Passionate… hot… naughty… sex.

At least they’d had the decency to blush when they’d returned to the kitchen twenty minutes later with Hallie’s hair sex-mussed and Troy’s shirt untucked. Just because Traci’s love life was non-existent didn’t mean the people around her needed to suffer the same affliction.

Troy and Hallie returned to the long picnic table where Traci had been sitting, observing. They plopped down next to their sister. Zach and Erin Cunningham tagged along to sit across the table. Traci had gotten to know the married couple pretty well since they served as Troy and Hallie’s mentors. She’d begun to count them among her close friends these days.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna to do with you, Hallie. I think your cursing is getting worse, not better.”

Zachary cut in before Hallie could reply. “What punishments have you established to help her stop?”

Traci hid her smile as she listened to a conversation that outside of Corbin’s Bend would seem barbaric. Here, it’s just another Saturday afternoon.

“I always give her a crack to the bottom right away to let her know I noticed and didn’t let it pass, but I don’t think it’s enough.”

“It’s not, if you’re trying to get her to stop. One swat isn’t enough of a deterrent, is it, Erin?”

Erin’s blush told Traci she wasn’t comfortable with the topic. “No, sir, and I’d like to thank you for pointing that out in front of our friends.”

Zach reached to hold his wife’s hand while sharing their experience. “Erin’s language has never been too bad, but she would let a 4-letter bomb slip at times. I didn’t really care until Avery was a toddler and started repeating the words she learned from her mommy. I’ll never forget how embarrassed I was when Avery called my mother a ‘damn busy-body.’ That was the night Erin got her first real punishment for her language choices. It only took a few intense sessions and the problem was solved, wasn’t it, baby?”

“It felt like more than a few to me, thank-you-very-much.”

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it?”

“Unfortunately.”

Hallie had been listening silently, her eyes growing larger by the minute. She glanced sideways at Traci as if to look for moral support. Traci had to chuckle. “Don’t look at me. I still can’t believe Adam didn’t set you straight when you lived with them.”

“Some sister you are. I thought you’d back me up that there are way worse things than having a colorful vocabulary.”

They were joined by several new couples at the table next to them. Dr. Marcus Devon must have been close enough to catch their earlier conversation when he weighed in. “Troy, I’d suggest using those bars of soap I gave you as part of your wedding present. Those work wonders for naughty language slips.”

Before Troy could respond, the next alpha male to join the group, Vance Foster, shared his own opinion on how Troy should handle this particular problem. “A paddle. That’s all you need. One nice, hard, wooden paddle. I guarantee it does wonders for helping make behavior changes, wouldn’t you say, Ettie?”

The pretty young woman with the studious glasses waited until she’d gingerly lowered herself to the hard wooden bench, shifting to try to find a comfortable position, before answering. “You seem to think the wooden paddle is the answer for everything.”

Vance grinned at her. “It helped us arrive here on time today, didn’t it?”

“Yes, sir, although now the paper will be released late since you didn’t let me finish the story I was working on.”

“Somehow, I think your subscribers will understand. They’d rather have the pleasure of your company here at the picnic. Not to mention, you wouldn’t want to release the next edition without a report of how today’s festivities went.”

“Of course not. Honestly, I’m an article or two short this week. I hope something really juicy happens today so I have a good story to add this week.”

Traci smiled across at Ettie. Traci read Ettie’s paper faithfully, in part to enjoy the author’s creative exaggerations of the demise of several of the prominent town figures. More importantly, Traci loved to read the erotic serial stories she printed at the end of each edition. The current tale about a Dom cowboy who spanked his naughty horse trainer was one of Ettie’s hottest stories to date.

Traci must have zoned out thinking of hot cowboys because she was suddenly aware that all eyes had turned to her, waiting expectantly. She blushed under everyone’s scrutiny. “I’m sorry. I think I missed something.”

Ettie responded, her voice high pitched with excitement. “Would you really give me an interview? That would be so awesome.”

Traci had a bad feeling. “Why would you want to interview me?”

Ettie sighed, exasperated. “Chicago. The conference. Weren’t you listening just now when Troy told us about your big conference coming up this week? How impressive that you’re going to deliver one of the keynote speeches! What’s your topic?”

A wave of dread washed over Traci. She’d been doing her best to push down her rising panic over the last few weeks, but the mere mention of the conference she dreaded had her stomach churning. She stumbled through her answer.

“Well… honestly, I’m not sure… I’ve been reconsidering and…” She hated the quaver in her voice. Her eyes connected with Troy’s and she saw concern etched on his face. Traci took a cleansing breath before answering more calmly. “There really isn’t a story here, Ettie. I’ve decided I’m not going to go this year.”

Troy’s brown eyes sparked with anger. The siblings were caught in a stare-down before Troy abruptly stood. “Trace, I’d like to speak with you privately, please.” He was already stepping away from the picnic table, his hand reaching for her own.

“I don’t think so. We just got our food.”

“Traci. Now, please.” It was his HoH voice.

Hallie sent her sister-in-law a supportive smile, although Traci suspected the new bride was relieved to have the conversation swing away from her own potty mouth. Recognizing the firm set of Troy’s jaw, Traci knew it was futile to argue.

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Blurb:
Traci Jackson has been a therapist in Corbin’s Bend for several years. She’s helped many residents navigate their own D/s and DD relationships, but she hasn’t found her own HoH. Through her patients, she’s been researching and writing about the dynamics of dominance and submission in relationships for years. She loves her field, but she hates attending professional conventions where she’s treated like her specialty isn’t valid.

Sean Campbell is juggling raising his teenage daughter alone in Chicago while running a large convention hotel. When the annual psychologist convention comes to town, he literally bumps into the most beautiful and intelligent woman he’s met in a long time. He gets the surprise of his life when he finds out her specialty is D/s with an emphasis on corporal punishment.

They may find sparks from the minute they meet, but Traci and Sean have more than just the long distance between Chicago and Corbin’s Bend separating them. Sean has never heard of domestic discipline before. Will Traci pack up and leave Corbin’s Bend to be with the man she’s falling in love with, even if he can never be her true HoH?

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Guest Post: Spirit by Ashe Barker

I’m honored to be hosting the wonderful and talented Ashe Barker today.  She has a new release out and I was drawn to it when I read the blurb, but after hearing more about why Ashe choose to write this story, I can’t wait to read it.  I love that she is tackling a rather heavy topic (my fans know I’m known to do that myself).    When I was getting more information for this post, Ashe was kind enough to answer what compelled her to write the story. Here is her answer in her words.

Spirit was inspired in part by the plight of homeless young people who we see on the streets of all our major cities, anywhere in the world. That’s a harsh, unforgiving existence, especially for young people, and I often wonder what their stories are. I suspect many of them are pretty dire. Spirit charts the journey made by one courageous young woman, and the help she receives from an unlikely source. It’s a sexy story, naturally, would I write anything else? But in among the kink the issues at the heart of Spirit are serious ones and I hope I’ve done them justice too.

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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.

Here’s a sexy excerpt, to whet your appetite.

He dumps his mug on the bedside table and props himself over me, leaning on one elbow. “So, how shall we amuse ourselves for the next hour or so? Any ideas?”

I make a show of considering hard, then offer him a bright smile. “Scrabble. We could play Scrabble. Or perhaps Cluedo.”

He answers me with a wicked grin. “Cluedo I think. So where was the crime committed? In the bedroom, with a rope. Or perhaps in the hallway with a candlestick. Are you into bondage or wax play at all, Beth?”

“I…what?”

“Sorry, bad joke. Maybe a game of hide and seek then? I’d be particularly keen to find what it is you’re hiding under here.” He whips the duvet back and I squeal. He pounces, and in seconds I’m pinned under him, my thighs spread wide as he holds me still for the few moments it takes to grab a condom and sheath himself.

He enters me without further preamble. I sigh and arch up towards him, loving the sensation of fullness as he drives his cock deep, then holds the position, the head of his dick rammed up hard against my cervix. I reach for him, linking my fingers at the back of his neck.

“Matt, that feels so good, so…oh.”

I chew on my lower lip as he withdraws and enters me again, but only a couple of inches this time, just the head and part of his shaft. He sets up a fast rhythm, teasing me as I instinctively seek greater penetration, more depth. He withholds his length, his leer one of a man who knows what he is about.

“Please, Matt. More, I need all of it.”

“Greedy girl. You need to be patient, to wait until it’s your turn. You’ve already come twice this morning.”

“So have you. I… aagh”

He drives his cock forward, hard and deep, stretching me. I squeeze around him, wriggling my hips to increase the friction.

“So eager. I like that about you Beth. Would you like me to fuck you harder perhaps?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“Did I hear a ‘please’ there?”

“Yes please!”

“Good girl, so polite. Just for that…” He shifts his angle of entry just a little, but enough to ensure the head of his cock slides along my inner front wall with each stroke, caressing my most sensitive spot. It’s a trick I had no notion of until Christmas Day, when he gave me the first of what I hope could be many more lessons in the siting of my erogenous zones. Certainly, he is well-versed in the exact location, hitting that special spot every time, his accuracy unerring.

My orgasm starts, coiling and unfurling deep inside, then surging to flood my senses. I let out a soft gasp as my pussy spasms.

Matt is attuned to every sound and quiver, and slides his fingers between us to circle and stroke my clit. His touch is light, but enough. Just enough, he knows what I need better than I do myself. While I’m squirming under him, vocalising half-formed pleas and desperate urgings his deft caress ends my torment beautifully. This is the final impetus to send me spinning, my world filled momentarily with white light as my climax seizes me, then hurls me into free fall.

With a low growl, Matt drives his cock into me, fucking me hard as I convulse and tighten, his erection a solid, demanding, giving presence within me. He pauses as my orgasm wanes, then his cock twitches hard. He drops his face down into the hollow between my shoulder and neck, and groans. I squeeze him harder, my actions deliberate this time as I seek to increase his pleasure. He grinds his hips and loops his arm under my knee to lift my leg and gain deeper penetration.

I bite back a yelp as he drives deeper, impossibly stretched now but loving it still. His entire body stiffens, then that familiar hot wash as his semen pumps into the condom.

“Fuck, Beth, so good, so fucking tight. Love it…”

“Mmm, me too. Do we have to stop?”

He nibbles my neck, sending delicious tingles through my already overworked nervous system. “For couple of minutes at least. I’m only human.”

“Yes, I know. And elderly too. Do you dribble when you eat?”

“You know well enough how to make me dribble I suspect.” He withdraws his cock and rolls onto his back. “You know, for a girl who doesn’t even pay rent you’re very lippy all of a sudden.”

I snuggle up against his side, one leg draped across his hip. “I will pay rent. When I get a job.”

“Fair enough. For now could you earn your keep by passing me my coffee?”

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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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