The Ultimate Bad Boy~ Guest Post by Ashe Barker

Ashe Barker has a new release out! She's one of my favorite writers, you should give yourself a treat and download her book! Thanks for stopping by my blog today, Ashe.

I’m really excited about Hardened. I’ve written quite a few M/f stories, and they mostly tend to start out with the male hero in a position of power or influence. Hardened is different. When we meet Jared and Molly he is a prisoner serving time for armed robbery and she’s a prison officer. The chemistry between them is off the scale sexy though, and even though it spells trouble for them both, but especially for her, they can’t keep their hands off each other. For a while I’ve been thinking about a story that starts out a bit different and this is it.


Jared is a bad lad (don’t we all just love one of those?) but he’s bright too, and talented, and can see where he’s gone wrong. He’s made some bad choices when he was younger but he’s determined to forge a different life for himself, though it’s not always that simple. I suspect the same is true for most ex-offenders – it can be hard to completely walk away from your old associates and as Jared discovers, the past has a habit of never being that far behind you.

“Pearson, you’re going to be late.” He has plenty of time, but I want to talk to North alone.
“No, miss. I’m fine for a bit yet.” Pearson seems quite content to continue shoving clothes into the steam press and slamming down the lid. I watch him for a couple of minutes before I try again.
“We’re short-staffed today, everything takes longer. Better get a move on, Pearson.”
“Is someone else coming, then?” Pearson switches off his laundry press and ambles over to where I’m stationed by the door. The regulations require at least two people to be present when the laundry is in use in case of accidents.
“Soon. I’ll let you out then I’ll stay with North until Jackson arrives.”
It’ll be at least half an hour before the next prisoner is detailed to come down and take over from Pearson, which should be ample time to ask Jared North about the camera. I precede the prisoner down to the gates at the end of the utility wing corridor and let him through. From there another officer will let Pearson back onto the wing, and onto the visitors’ suite. I relock the security gate and return to the laundry room.
North is still occupied with his task, though he does glance at me over his shoulder as I re-enter the huge room, then he switches his attention back to his work.
“I want my property back.” His curt remark is delivered without even looking at me. He straightens, flexes his muscles, and drags another wheeled bin of dirty laundry in the direction of an empty washing machine.
“You’re not supposed to have a camera in here. You know that.”
“Neither are you, Miss MacBride.” Now he does turn to regard me fully, one hip propped on the edge of the bin, his expression inscrutable. “Care to explain?”
I don’t. I don’t care to explain at all. I have nothing even vaguely resembling an explanation to offer, either to North or to myself.
“Where did you get it?” I try to inject a note of authority into my question.
He simply shakes his head.
I try again, piling on the officiousness as best I can. “Someone brought it in for you. I want to know who that was.”
More head-shaking.
“I could put you on report, you do realise that?”
Now he just chuckles. “But you won’t. You can’t.”
“I—”
He continues as though I hadn’t spoken. “Because if you do, you’ll have to also explain why you didn’t report it yesterday. Why you hid it, and I assume took it home with you. And why you brought it back. I hope you did bring my camera back, Miss MacBride.”
“Why did you take pictures of me?” I blurt out the question, homing in on the one aspect of all this that makes me most uncomfortable. And most exhilarated.
He smiles and meets my gaze, though he appears rather calmer than I am right now.
“Because I like looking at you.”
“What do you mean? That’s, that’s…”
“You’re prettier than Mr. Drummond.”
“That’s not saying much.” Our wing supervisor is certainly no oil painting, I’m not sure I appreciate the comparison.
“Perhaps not. So, are you going to give it back to me?” He holds out his hand, one eyebrow raised in what could only be described as a direct challenge.
I tilt up my chin; assertiveness is everything in these confrontational situations between officers and prisoners. “No, North, I’m not. It’s a contraband item and it’s been confiscated.”
He appears quite unruffled. “I see. Very well, I’ll apply to the governor for it to be returned.”
“No! No, you can’t.” I take a step toward him, then pause, uncertain how best to proceed.
“Can I not? Oh, I understand, because then you’ll have to explain how it found its way into your pocket during the cell search. Yes, I can see that might be awkward. Still, that isn’t really my problem.” He starts to load the laundry into the machine. “Could you close the door as you leave, Miss MacBride?”
I stand, glaring at his muscled back, intensely aware of the camera nestling in my pocket. He has me, it’s as simple as that. I have no choice.
“Okay, you can have it back. But you have to delete the pictures of me.”
He turns to face me again. “Are you still here, Miss MacBride?”

Despite the fact that he is doing time for armed robbery, Molly MacBride is drawn to Jared North almost from the moment she sets eyes on him. Even behind bars his confidence and dominance are undeniable, and soon enough she is willingly baring her bottom and placing herself across his strong thighs, surrendering to both firm punishment and intense pleasure.

When all hell breaks loose during a prison riot, it is Jared who saves Molly’s life, but she is so shaken by the incident that she quits her job and does her best to put him out of her mind. As the years pass, however, Jared never relinquishes his place in her heart—or her fantasies—and when she learns that he has been released on parole Molly cannot resist seeking him out.

Through a combination of hard work and natural talent, Jared has forged a career for himself as a world-renowned photographer, yet in spite of his newfound sophistication and wealth he is no less dominant than he was when she first met him. It isn’t long before Molly finds herself submitting to both his stern discipline and his masterful lovemaking, but can she truly risk falling for a man whose criminal past could come back to haunt them both at any moment?

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

Buy links:

Amazon

All Romance

Barnes & Noble

Kobo

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.









Newsletter Sign up
www.ashebarker.com
Amazon
google.com/+AsheBarker
Facebook
Twitter

Read More

Imogen's First Kiss~ Ashe Barker Visits!

I have Ashe Barker visiting today with a snippet from her new book, The Highwayman's Lady!

Hi Casey, 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.

And an excerpt…
He steps back from me, just a fraction, but enough to enable him to cup my chin again in his free hand. He tilts up my chin and brushes his lips over mine.
“Open your mouth, Imogen.” The command is delivered in a low, soft tone, but I have no illusions about his requirement that I obey. I want to obey.
I part my lips and he slides his tongue between, angling his head against mine to deepen the kiss. I am stunned, had not anticipated this. I had always assumed kissing to be a mere touch of the lips—chaste and essentially dry. This is not. This is hot and wet, intimate in a way that both offers and demands. The sensation of being breached in this way is incredibly compelling. I want to nibble his invading tongue, twist my own around it, suck on it.
Dare I? Would he mind?
Unable to resist I stroke my tongue against his, tentative at first, then gathering my courage to play as he plunges further into my mouth. His tongue dances around mine, licking, tasting and I respond with an enthusiasm I could not have dreamed I might. This is my first kiss and it is truly wondrous.
I am lost in the moment, focused entirely on the sensual dance between our tongues. Gray continues to stroke my wet core, but without warning he shifts the angle of his caress. He locates a spot where the sensations seem to be at their most intense and he circles there, increasing the pressure as I struggle to remain on my feet. My knees start to buckle and he drops his hand from my face to encircle my waist. He takes a half step forward. I am compelled to retreat. He moves again, easing me the few feet backwards until I connect with the bed. He leans forward and I have no option but to sit.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to issue his next commands. “Lie down on your back and spread your legs wide. Take hold of the headboard and do not let go or I will tie your wrists to it.”
“There is no need to bind me to the bed, Gray. I… I do not wish to leave.”
He chuckles. “I know that, little one.” He offers no further explanation, but as he has resumed kissing me, I am not minded to pursue the matter either. I do as I am told, bending my knees and spreading my thighs as wide as I am able. I curl my fingers around the slats of the bedstead and hang on.
He slips his hand between my legs again, going straight for that special place. He rubs, presses, squeezes. I break the kiss to let out a squeal.
It hurts, almost. Yet there is pleasure too, intense, hot and needy, curling through my body, which spasms and convulses in ways I can barely comprehend. Something is happening to me, something wild, wonderful, and quite terrifying. Gray increases the pressure, to the point of real pain.
“Do not take your release until I give permission.”
I am baffled. “Sir? I do not understand.”
“I will tell you when you may come.”
“Have I done something wrong? I am sorry, I do not understand what is happening. You are hurting me…” I could ask him to stop, he said that I may, if I was to become scared. I am scared but still I do not say the words. My fear of his stopping is far greater than my fear of what he is about to do, or of what more he may have in mind for me.
The pain stops. His fingers are gentle again, stroking through my moist folds. He had been leaning over me, his lips against mine, but now the bed shifts as he moves to kneel between my thighs. I do not need to see him to know that his eyes are on me, perusing my most secret places, spread wide for his enjoyment—just as he told me, exactly as he requires.
“So pretty, Imogen, such a sweet, pink little quim. And mine. You are a virgin, yes?”
I nod.
“There will be pain but it will be quick and soon over. Then comes the pleasure. You want the pleasure, do you not, Imogen?”
Again, I nod, drawing my tongue across lips, which are dry suddenly. “Please, Gray, I want it now. I am ready.”
“I think not… not quite ready yet. But you will be.” He presses my knees further apart and upward toward my chest.
I have no time to reflect on the vulnerability of my position, nor on the fact that whilst I am naked and spread out on the bed, he remains fully clothed as far as I am aware. Any protest I might have made and in truth I have to doubt there would have been so much as a whimper, is swept away by the wave of pure sensation he unleashes next.
He uses his thumbs to part the lips of my quim, then leans down to plunge his tongue inside. I cannot see what he is doing, but it must be his tongue, for nothing else could deliver such sweet intensity. Soft yet probing, the intimate intrusion sending spirals of raw lust spinning through me.
“Gray… sir!” I exclaim, my fingers gripping the headboard as though to anchor me to this earth.

Buy Link
Grab The Highwayman’s Lady now on Amazon

Rafflecopter Competition
To celebrate the release of The Highwayman’s Lady I’m running a competition. You could win a $10 Amazon Gift Card – just join in my Rafflecopter. The competition finishes on 14 March so don’t hang about.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

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.

Let’s keep in touch. Here’s how to stalk me…
 Newsletter Sign-Up
www.ashebarker.com
Amazon
google.com/+AsheBarker
Facebook  
Twitter  

Read More

Ashe Barker Interviews and Shares!

I have Ashe Barker taking over today. She brought along a special guest and a little excerpt from her new book!

Hi Casey, and thank you for inviting me over today to share a little from my latest release, A Scandalous Arrangement. It’s great to be back.

I thought it might be a nice opportunity to get to know Victoria Wynne a little better. Victoria is my heroine from the story, and I tracked her down in her office to I fire some finely honed questions at her. Here’s what she had to say…

Me: Thank you for chatting to me today, Miss Wynne. Tell me, what impression do you make on people when they first meet you?

Victoria: I believe I may be quite intimidating to business associates, and that is intentional. Many men fail to take a woman in business seriously. I set out to prove them wrong. With my family and close friends it’s different though. Or, I hope it is.

Me: What impression did you make on Adam?

Victoria: I suppose he must have liked me, and he was willing to enter into a business arrangement with me so that proves he respected me. I think.

Me: Your arrangement was anything but business-like though, was it not?

Victoria: As it turned out, yes. Though I do not regret anything I did. Nor does Adam, I’m sure.

Me: What are you most proud of in your life?

Victoria: My mill, I suppose. I worked hard to build the business, and even harder to keep it. I employ people, they depend on me and I work hard not to let them down.

Me: What about on a personal level?

Victoria: My family, without doubt. But also, my little school I suppose. It offers a chance to children from working class families, especially the girls. I offer them the chance of a good education, and decent employment.

Me: Is that important to you?

Victoria: Yes, very. 

Me: What does Adam think of your philanthropic tendencies?

Victoria: I believe he approves. He is a stern man, but kind, and generous too. I would not love him otherwise.

Neither would we. Enough from Victoria, for now. Here’s the blurb from A Scandalous Arrangement.

After a foolish wager costs her brother ownership of the weaving mill in Yorkshire which provides her income, Victoria Wynne is left with no choice but to confront the man who took the bet and seek to dissuade him from claiming his prize. Unfortunately for her, that man turns out to be Adam Luke, an experienced, ambitious entrepreneur who is intent on keeping what he won.

Upon meeting her, Adam is enchanted by Victoria’s beauty and charm as well as her nerve and self-reliance. Adam is a man of singular tastes, and when Victoria asks to manage the mill in return for a share of the profits, he offers her a bold proposal of his own. She will continue to run the mill as she has for years, but in return for a substantially larger portion of the profits she will also serve at his beck and call behind closed doors, submitting to him in any way he desires.

Wanting to earn enough money to buy back the mill as quickly as possible—and with some part of her shamefully aroused by the thought of kneeling naked at Adam’s feet—Victoria accepts his terms. But submission initially proves difficult for a woman used to running her own affairs, and soon enough she finds herself bare-bottomed over his knee for a firm lesson in obedience.

Adam’s plans for Victoria run much deeper than just an occasional spanking. She will be stripped naked, bound, and teased until she is aching for release, and then at last he will take her long and hard. As Adam continues to train her, teaching her to yield to his mastery while bringing her more pleasure than she ever thought possible, Victoria cannot help falling for him. But can a lifelong bond truly emerge from such a scandalous arrangement?

Publisher’s Note: A Scandalous Arrangement 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.

And now, an excerpt from A Scandalous Arrangement. 

Dinner that evening was a pleasant enough affair, if he could manage to disregard the silence emanating from Victoria. She was not surly exactly, more preoccupied. He had given her plenty to consider, certainly, but he did not believe it was his unorthodox business proposition which occupied her thoughts. Or, perhaps not entirely.
Hester Wynne and her younger daughter, Georgina, did a fine job of filling any gaps in the conversation. He was entertained by tales of local life, the social events dominating the West Yorkshire summer season, the weather at this time of year, the difficulties inherent in securing beef of adequate quality. The latter was not a problem he felt their cook encountered on a regular basis if the fine braised steak he was enjoying was any indication. The food was exquisite, and the company effervescent.
As soon as dessert was over Victoria excused herself.
"But, my dear, we have a guest. Surely you can remain with us a little longer." Hester fixed her daughter with what seemed to Adam a particularly pointed look, but to no avail.
Victoria smiled at the assembled company as she folded her napkin. "I am tired, mama. I will see you at breakfast." She bent to kiss her mother's cheek, then Georgina's. She bestowed a cool smile on Adam as she left the room.
Hester shook her head. "She may be tired, but she'll still spend the next three hours in the library, poring over her accounts, checking invoices, studying her order books. She really does too much, Mr Luke. I worry about her."
Adam smiled and nodded. He could find nothing in Hester's statement with which to disagree.
Thirty minutes and a fine port later the remaining three left the table. Hester declared herself ready to retire to her room, and urged Georgina to do the same in readiness for some charitable function the following day. They both bid him goodnight.
Adam waited until their footsteps faded on the upper floor, then he made his way along the ground floor hallway. He could eliminate the parlour and the dining room, so located the library without difficulty. The door was ajar. As he had expected, Victoria was there, her back to the door as she bent over a large desk which was scattered with papers. The faint scratching of her pen across the surface of the document she worked on could be heard as he stood in silence for few moments, taking in the sight of her. She really was lovely. A trifle prim in her attitudes perhaps, and definitely sharp-tongued. Independent too, but he admired that and could deal with the rest.
Starting here.

Buy it today!
Amazon US
Amazon UK

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

Read More

A to Z Challenge~ Ullswater and Some Sexy Highlanders

On to U of the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews.

I am so excited to have Ashe Barker over today! You know I like writing smut and I like reading smut, but I don't like feeling like I am killing brain cells in the process. Ashe Barker has this way of writing really interesting stories that are also hot and steamy, and I feel like I always learn something.

Today is no different! She's educating me a bit on geography before we get all googly eyed and tongue-tied over her big hulking heroes. So I will shut up and throw it over to Ashe:

Hi Casey, and thank you so much for inviting me over to your blog to join in your A-Z Challenge on U day. So, we have U for Ullswater, the setting for much of the action in my latest release, Shared by the Highlanders.

Ullswater is a lake in England’s Lake District. These days it is a hiker’s paradise, and tourists sail up and down the lake in steamers, enjoying the stunning scenery. 
Shared by the Highlanders is largely set in the sixteenth century, but I expect the landscape was much the same then as now, minus the steam boats of course.
Here’s a picture, to help set the scene
Shared by the Highlanders was a dream to write, bringing together several of my favourite erotic romance themes - time travel, historical romance, and of course two seriously sexy highlanders. Here’s the 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.

And of course I have an excerpt to share. 
One attacker is bad, but I might have a chance. Two is different story altogether. They have clearly mistaken me for a boy, probably due to my unisex weatherproofs and my hair being covered by my hood. I don’t disabuse them of that notion.
"What do you want? Please, let me go. I won't say anything about this, not to anyone." A ridiculous promise, but I'll try anything. I can hear the tremor in my voice so they must too. That irks me. I don't want them to know how scared I am.
"More to the point, laddie, what is it you want, sneaking around the moors in the mist? Were ye thinking to steal from us, maybe ye have an eye on our horses...?"
"Horses? Why would I want your horses? I'm a hiker not a bloody jockey."
I should learn to think before I speak, and a hard cuff around the side of my head shuts me up. My ears are ringing, though I don't think he hit me especially hard. The horror of being thumped is enough to quell my brief flirtation with defiance though. I don't need to see this man upright to be certain he'll dwarf my five foot four, and his companion is equally tall. I know better than to provoke them if they are handy with their fists.
The mountain on top of me eases himself to the side, then gets to his feet. He extends his hand down to me, and I take it without thinking. I'm hauled to my feet as though I'm weightless, to stand shivering in front of him. The other man is behind me, blocking any chance of escape, even if I could see more than a yard in any direction.
"Will ye be keeping' a civil tongue in your head then or do you need further convincing?"
"Let the lad be, Robbie. Can't ye see he's scared? If he was a thief I think we've maybe cured him of that notion. Am I right, boy?"
I nod, then shake my head, not sure what the right response would be. "I'm not a thief. I'm a hiker. I just want to be on my way, and, and..."
"A what?" This from the man in front of me. Robbie?
"A hiker. I'm doing a twenty miler. I'm expected in Glenridding tomorrow." I clamp my mouth shout, immediately realising my mistake. I should have told them I'd be missed later today, or better still that the search parties are already scouring the fells for me.  As it is, I've just informed them that no one will notice me missing for another day at least.
"You're doing what? Did you say you were from Glenridding? Is that near here?"
"Yes, about ten miles north. On the shores of Ullswater. The youth hostel is expecting me. If I don't turn up they'll report it and mountain rescue will be up here."
"What are you blathering on about, lad? Why would you not turn up? And what is this youth hostel? Is that some sort of local laird?"
"A... what? No." I peer at him, only now starting to take in his bizarre attire. He is wrapped in a combination of thick furs, and what looks to be tartan. His feet are booted like those of his companion, but his knees are bare. His hair is long, falling loose and tousled to his shoulders, and is a dark auburn colour. His head is uncovered, though he wears stout gloves. His face is handsome, in a harsh, untamed sort of way. Although he must have shaved in the last few days his beard is making its presence felt again. His mouth is full, strong, and I catch the flash of perfect teeth as he grins at my discomfiture. But his most prominent feature is his eyes. They are a brilliant green, reminding me of the rich, lush grass of the lower slopes. He regards me in silence, and appears to be in some doubt now as to what his next move might be. His decision is made for him by the other man.
"It's getting late. We can't continue on in this, and we're likely to lose the horses if we even try. We'll make camp and keep the lad secure till morning. Then we can decide what to do with him."
Robbie nods, the gesture curt. "Aye, good enough. Pass me your kerchief, Will."
By the scuffling and grunting at my rear it seems that the second man is struggling to comply. Robbie gives a low curse and grabs my arm. He tugs me toward the horses, then leans past me to retrieve something from one of the saddlebags. He turns me roughly, hurling me against the worn leather of the saddle. The scent of the horse fills my nostrils, but I hardly have a moment to register that before my hands are dragged behind my back. I try to escape, but he ties my wrists together. The bonds are tight, not painful, but I can't move.
Panic wells again. He's hit me, and now he's tied me up. This is not going to end well. My knees start to buckle

Buy Links:
Amazon US   
Amazon UK

Author Bio:
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.

Author links:
Blog
Facebook
twitter
Amazon author page
Goodreads
Ashe Barker's Newsletter 

Read More

A to Z Challenge~ Ice Play

Welcome back to the A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews. 

We are up to letter I and I wanted to talk about ice play. There is something about being all hot sweaty and getting ice into the mix, right? At least I would be fine with that now as we have decided it is not quite hot enough yet to switch the A/C on, but it's still hot enough that I am sweating while typing this.

I have had more time to read since being laid up and I finally got around to reading Ashe Barker's Chameleon. There are a lot of things about this book I liked. First of all it is just a good book with great characters. The second thing is that it is set in a fascinating location Marrakesh, Morocco. The third thing (last, but not the least important) is it is a freaking hot story!

And apparently it is very hot in Morocco so you should take advantage and add a little ice to your BDSM scenes. I asked Ashe if I could share a little excerpt from this scene I loved so much and she indulged me, so thanks to her! It's a long scene and I had a hard time picking a part of it, but the whole thing is just yum!

Her nipples still stood erect, though they had softened a little since he had carried her from the courtyard. Ethan soon brought them back to a solid, swollen hardness as he wrapped his cold lips around them and sucked. His touch now was infinitely gentle, so erotic she thought she might weep. Despite his firm instructions, she thrust her hips forward.

“Slut. Be patient. Your cunt will get plenty of attention, all in good time. You really don’t want to be earning a spanking right now, do you? That said, an ice cube or two in your arse. Now that might be fun…”

Fleur squeaked again. “I am not moving, Sir. I swear.”

“Coward. Maybe after I’ve fucked your arse, you’ll be more agreeable to my suggestion. We’ll see. So where was I?”

He managed to resume his place without further input from Fleur, who concentrated fully on keeping perfectly still as he drew his wet, icy pathways back and forth across her torso. Her breasts and nipples received particular attention but so did her navel as he dropped the small remnant of an ice cube into it and left it there to melt. The chilly water trickled across her stomach and down her side onto the thick towel beneath her. Fleur shivered, though she thought not with cold. Even so, Ethan went to the thermostat to adjust the air conditioning before dipping his fingers into the glass for another ice cube.

Now his trail took in Fleur’s legs. First, the right one. He explored her inner thigh, her knee, her calf, leaving a slipstream of icy wet skin. Fleur ground her teeth, determined not to shift an inch, though she had had no inkling that her ankles were quite so sensitive. He reached her foot and there he chose to linger. With the sole of her foot turned towards him, he used his fingers this time to tease her with the ice. He drew it across the ball of her foot and her heel. Then he tucked it between her toes and reached for another ice cube to start all over on the other side.

Now he covered the path in reverse, trailing the ice over the side of her left foot until her toes involuntarily curled and flexed. He slipped a cube into his mouth then sucked on her big toe. Fleur let out a small yelp, once more overwhelmed by the sheer eroticism of his play. He seemed to be in no hurry, though she knew the main event was yet to come. Or was it? Everything he did, every place he touched her became an erogenous zone—her heel, her instep, that little hollow at the back of her knee.

Slowly he made his way back up her inner thigh, studiously ignoring her throbbing pussy. He had not touched her, at least not there, but she was convinced that her cunt was glowing. Her limbs ached from the sheer tension of holding still, every muscle tight and poised, every nerve ending standing at attention. Her stomach muscles clenched hard, her shoulders rigid with anticipation. And still he played—teasing, tempting, promising.

Fleur forgot to breathe as he reached the top of her inner thigh and traced the crease between her leg and her pussy with a half-melted cube. He brushed her outer pussy lips, as though by accident. Fleur closed her eyes and considered praying. Her mother’s influence at work, without doubt, though there was nothing of the Blessed Virgin about this.

She shrieked, whether with relief or delight, or perhaps sheer exhaustion, when he at last laid his cool lips against her pussy, an ice cube held between them. He traced her outer lips, caressing them with his freezing kiss.

“Oh, oh… Sir.” Fleur managed to drag in a breath, caught between earth-shifting arousal and the sharp intensity of the ice against her heated skin. Ethan circled, spiralling inwards, and she knew it would be mere moments now until…

“Argh!” Fleur let out a scream, unable to contain her response. Ethan might have been concerned at the prospect of hotel staff rushing to investigate, but he gave no sign of it. He continued to torment her pussy with the ice, using his tongue to ease it from his mouth and between her pussy lips. He pushed it right inside, following with his tongue. He licked at the ice inside her, nudging it farther into her pussy as her inner walls closed around it.

Reaching with his tongue, he pulled the ice back out and into his mouth, then slid it back into her pussy. He fucked her with it, slowly, so gently, the sensation intense. Fleur gripped his tongue and the ice tightly, squeezing hard with her inner muscles and wriggling now, despite his instructions. He growled, his warning clear. She stiffened, forcing herself to remain motionless as he continued to slip the ice in and out of her cunt.

“Please, Sir, I want to come.”

“Not yet. I’ll tell you when.”

“Sir, I cannot…”

“You can. You will. Do as you’re told or accept the consequences.”

Fleur groaned to herself as she struggled to suppress her response, grateful that at least he was not yet carrying out his threat to suck her clit until she screamed for him to fuck her. In fact, she might just scream anyway.

Ethan selected another ice cube and inserted that into her pussy along with the first one, now almost melted. He licked away the chilled water as it trickled from her, though Fleur was sure the towels would be soaked in any case.

“Bring your knees up to your chest please. I want your arse now.”

“But I haven’t… I mean, you said…”

“Do it, Fleur. Now, please.”

<!-- end LinkyTools script →

Read More

"Trust Me"~ Ashe Barker Visits!

I have Ashe Barker here today with an excerpt from her newest release! It's waiting patiently in my TBR pile, but after reading her explanation, it may just move to the top!

Hi Casey and thank you for inviting me over to your blog to help get the word out about my latest release, Spirit.

Spirit may seem at first to be something of a dark tale, dealing with themes of homelessness, childhood abuse, violence. It does look at those aspects of life, but it’s also about survival, generosity, and most of all it’s about moving on. Spirit has its lighter side too, with some endearing minor characters. Look out for Ethel, the exuberant little Westie dog, and rather bad-tempered macaw. I’ll let you into a secret, Ethel is my own little dog. I just had to put her in a book somewhere. And George the parrot is inspired by my husband’s grumpy cockatiel. Most of my stories have animals in them, perhaps a reflection of the menagerie I live in. At the last tail-count it was two dogs, two tortoises, two rabbits, an indeterminate number of fish, and of course that feathered fiend. Sometimes I think I could stock my own ark.

Anyway, enough about me. 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.

He reaches around me to cup my left breast, grazing my nipple with the palm of his hand. The sensitive peak swells and stiffens, then pebbles even more as he squeezes it between his finger and thumb.

"Do you like this, Beth? Do you like me to touch you?"

"Yes," My answer is more a breathy moan than an articulated word, but he seems to get my meaning. He brings his other hand around to apply the same treatment to my other nipple. He turns me to my right so I can see myself reflected in the mirrors on the front of the wardrobe, my skin pale in contrast to his tanned hands covering my breasts.

"See, you are lovely. You always were."

I lean back against him as he trails his left hand down over my stomach to feather his fingers in the trimmed curls at the apex of my thighs. "This is nice too, very neat."

"Thank you. I think."

"Thank you is good, but if I'm to tie you to those railings I really believe it should be thank you, Sir."

"Sir?"

"Mmm..." He squeezes my right nipple and the shock ricochets through me, straight to my clit.

"Oh, oh, Sir I ..."

"Nice? More?"

"Yes, more. Please."

"Please what?" Another sharp squeeze, more painful this time."

"Please Sir."

"Better." He returns to massaging my breast at the same time as he slides his left hand between my legs. I widen my stance instinctively.

Matt's fingers part my folds as he reaches further, exploring the length of my slit. I hear the sounds of my gathering moisture, and close my eyes, embarrassed. Matt angles his hand and slips two fingers inside me. My knees almost buckle, but his arms around me provide enough stability to keep me upright. Just. He withdraws his fingers, only to plunge them back into me. I let out a long, low moan, my inner muscles starting to convulse.

"So wet, so ready." He pauses, then, "So, those railings?"

"Yes?"

He slides his fingers from me and releases my breast. As he steps back I stagger as I have to support my own weight again. He leans in to murmur in my ear. "Go lean on them, fold your arms along the top. Lift your bum as high as you can."

I turn, peep up at him. "What are you going to do?"

Now that it's come to it my nervousness must be plain, written all over my face. Matt drops a quick kiss onto my lips.

"Trust me."

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

Spirit Buy Links

Amazon US

Amazon UK

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

Read More