Saturday, April 18, 2015

Body and Spirit

By Ashe Barker (Guest Blogger)

Thank you so much for inviting me over to Beyond Romance today to give a shout out about Spirit, my latest release.

Much of the story takes place against the backdrop of Le Grand D├ępart, the start of the Tour de France cycle race which in the summer of 2014 took place in Yorkshire in the North of England. Maybe took place is the wrong description, took over is closer to the mark. It was a massive international occasion, and I suspect the sheer scale of the event, and the audience it attracted, took most of us by surprise. Roads were closed, Yorkshire was a no-go area, unless you were on two wheels. Or two feet.

Somewhere between 2.5million and 3.5 million people turned out to watch. It’s impossible to know the number for sure as no one had to buy a ticket. They just turned up, often hiking across miles of moorland, and lined the route, local communities and international visitors alike. Ice cream sellers reported a whole year’s trade in two days! The audience on television was 3.5 billion, a truly spectacular showcase for this little bit of England.

The whole thing was fabulous, a wonderful atmosphere and it was a weekend we won’t forget. One of the features I most enjoyed though was the way bits of artwork popped up all over the moorland landscape as the race got nearer. Farmers decorated their fields, and their sheep, in the race colours. The route was decorated with bunting, spotted jerseys, and the iconic yellow bicycles. We saw specially designed crop circles, painted cows, and of course some fabulous sculptures. All of these bits of public art were free to be enjoyed by the billions watching. Most of these pieces were transient and have now gone, though a few remain. One of these more permanent sculptures is featured in Spirit, and gave me the title of the book.

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 from Spirit, to whet your appetite.

* * * * 
"Will you fuck me now?"

"Mmm, that's the plan, though I'm considering spanking you first."


"For fun, and to get it out of the way. A girl's first spanking is a big event, I'm thinking you might be nervous about it. Having another wobble maybe."

"Maybe, but..."


"But I'm sort of excited too. I want it to hurt."

"I see. I can manage that I reckon."

"But I want you to fuck me as well. At the same time. Could you do that?

"Oh yes."

"I hoped you'd say that."

"Get on all fours then. And spread your legs wide."

I scramble into position as Matt reaches for his bedside drawer. There's a snap of foil, then the head of his cock is at my entrance. He waits, poised, and I quiver with anticipation.

He doesn't move, just holds that pose. I wriggle, roll my hips and try to shuffle backwards. I'm rewarded by a resounding whack, and a sharp pain resonates through my right buttock.

"Too impatient, girl. Keep still."

"Oh, oh Matt.."

"I think you mean Sir. I've been lax until now, but you need to start obeying the rules."

"Sir, sir, sir!"

"Don't overdo it. And if you move again, you'll get another slap. Harder next time."

"Yes Sir....oh, oh my God!" Matt drives his cock deep into me, right to the balls. My body offers no resistance, so well prepared and utterly ready am I, but he holds still as I stretch around him and I'm glad of the moment's respite to gather my wits.

He withdraws, then sinks his erection into me again, long and slow. I grasp the duvet under me and cling on tight. My pussy squeezes around him, and he slaps my bum again, this time on the left side.

"I told you to keep still. That means on the inside too."

"I couldn't help it. I...oh, oh!!

Two more hard slaps land, the sound harsh in the otherwise silent room. My pussy convulses again, and I tense, expecting more punishment.

It doesn't happen. I turn my head to look at Matt behind me.

"I don't understand, why didn't you spank me? I squeezed."

"Have I unleashed your inner pain slut? How interesting. But I spank when I choose to. And right now, I choose to fuck."

He pulls back, almost out of me, then drives his cock forward again, pounding into my cunt. Several more swift strokes and I lurch forward, my face buried in the mattress and my bum held up high for him. He manages to find that perfect angle to hit my G-spot with each hard thrust. My cunt is spasming, my inner muscles well beyond any conscious control of mine. I want him to spank me, and I'm afraid of it too, Afraid of wanting it.

Matt drops several more swift slaps onto my buttocks, each one making me squeal and writhe under him. The conflicting sensations are a heady cocktail, confusing signals scrambling my ability to think straight. In this moment though reason seems over-rated. I relinquish any residual hold on sanity and allow myself to sink into a submissive fog where all that matters, all that counts, is what Matt wants, what he chooses to do.

The slaps continue, each one sharp, stinging, the pain beautiful in its purity. My clit is quivering, swollen beyond belief. I want to feel his touch there, but don't know if or how to tell him. But I need, I need so badly.

"Sir? I, may I..."

"Do it."

The curt command answers my unspoken question. I reach down to caress my clit, then slide my fingers further back to feel the fast motion of his cock plunging into me, the lips of my pussy splayed wide to receive him. I let out a groan as I return to caressing my swollen bud, rubbing harder as he picks up a pounding rhythm. He slaps my bottom again, really hard now, and I scream, the perfect blend of agony and ecstasy so intense it fills my consciousness. Suddenly I'm spinning, weightless, my body collapsing into helpless spasming as my orgasm washes over and through me, reaching every corner, every nerve and muscle and melting my bones.

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

Spirit Buy Links

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


Lisabet Sarai said...

Hello, Ashe,

Welcome back to Beyond Romance (and congratulations on your LSR nomination, too!)

This sounds like another great book. I love the cover - I have to say that in your excerpt, Beth sounds exactly like the girl in the image.

Lisabet Sarai said...

I mean, your LR cafe best book nomination LOL.

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