By Ashe Barker (Guest Blogger)
Thank
you, Lisabet, for inviting me back to your blog. It’s not that long
since I was last here giving a shout out about Red
Skye at Night.
This time I’d like to chat a little about my other current release,
Chameleon.
As
I write this I am looking out of my window in the north of England at
snow falling steadily outside. I suppose spring must be just around
the corner, but that’s hard to imagine right now as I contemplate
digging my car out – again. It’s at this time of year that my
thoughts always turn to warmer climes and I start planning my summer
holidays. For me that inevitably means finding my place in the sun,
but I like to absorb my UV rays with a large side order of history
and culture.
It
was with that thought in mind that we decided to visit Morocco some
years ago, the setting for Chameleon. It’s a truly beautiful
country, close to Europe but a world apart. Morocco is a seductive
blend of the traditional North African Berber way of life and the
sophistication of a modern tourist destination. The French influence
is everywhere, and I recall that this was particularly apparent in
the hotels.
As
is the case in many Muslim countries striving to attract Western
tourism whilst retaining their traditional values, the hotels are
often a microcosm environment containing an alien way of life.
Alcohol is offered for sale, dress codes are more relaxed, even as
far as tolerating topless sunbathing within the confines of the
perimeter walls. But the contrast as soon as the visitor steps
outside couldn’t be more pronounced – covered heads, modest
dress, a proliferation of coffee houses serving a potent local brew
which just about lifts the roof of your head off, and clattering with
the sound of backgammon being played at lightning speed.
In
the bustling, cosmopolitan Moroccan cities such as Tangier and
Marrakesh camels vie with taxis and vans for space on the grid-locked
roads – and often come out best. Children accompany tourists
everywhere offering to shine your flip-flops or carry your bags in
exchange for a dirham or two. Everywhere is loud, vibrant, teeming
with life, in sharp contrast with the quiet serenity of the private
hotels and riads.
The
story is set in the Totally Five Star hotel in Marrakesh. Given that
hotels can mask the traditional way of life, cocooning visitors in a
fake reality, I wanted to make TFS Marrakesh as authentic as
possible. I wanted to create a hotel which would be comfortable,
offering the best accommodation, the finest services, a luxurious and
unforgettable experience for guests but without sacrificing the
qualities which are uniquely Morocco. So guests at TFS Marrakesh can
enjoy fine wines and the best in international dining, but the hotel
architecture echoes the traditional way of life which has evolved
over centuries. It takes a little ingenuity on the part of Ethan
Savage to adapt the facilities to suit his requirements as he
introduces Fleur to his brand of BDSM, but I think he does a fine
job.
I
hope Chameleon succeeds in capturing some of the ambience of this
atmospheric country. The main characters, Fleur and Ethan, couldn’t
be more different. Their lives are worlds apart, yet they manage to
find common ground, and the attraction between them is electric. This
is a hot BDSM romance, erotic and fiercely sensual, but sensitive to
the cultural issues this couple will face if they are to find their
happy ever after. I suppose it’s fair to say that neither Fleur nor
Ethan is especially true to their traditional roots, but their
ability to compromise will be stretched to the max if they are to
make this work.
Here’s
an X-rated excerpt from the book.
Ethan raked his
eyes over every inch of her from her small, slender feet, her slim
legs, her smooth mound and slightly rounded stomach, up to her
breasts and their swollen nipples now verging on the decadent. His
eyes reached hers and held her gaze for a few moments before he
lifted one finger, twirling it to indicate that she should turn
around to show him the rear view.
Fleur obeyed,
standing still as he trailed one fingertip along the top of her
shoulder, from arm to neck, then slowly down her spine. It tickled,
but she willed herself not to move. He reached the base of her spine
and continued on, down the furrow between her buttocks until he
reached the tight little hole of her anus.
“Shall we have a
little biology lesson, submissive style? Bend over, please. If you
need to rest your hands on the table, that’s all right.”
Fleur’s pussy
clenched violently. It was starting. He was starting. Now. She
had to move slightly to be able to place her hands easily on the
table that pressed her bottom more fully into Ethan’s hands. It
felt strangely nice. She had no qualms about doing as he asked,
assuming the position and even spreading her legs before he asked her
to.
“That’s good
anticipation. Be careful, though. Usually, I’ll tell you exactly
what I want. Can you open your legs even wider, please?”
Fleur complied and
was rewarded with a long, open-handed stroke across her pussy, from
clit to anus. Despite her anxiety, she groaned aloud.
“When I refer to
your cunt, I mean all of this. I’m not being specific. Pussy means
the same. I’ll use both words a lot. What would you call it?”
She thought for a
moment, searching for the correct medical terms and translating those
into English. Or was that Latin? She wasn’t sure. “I would say
vulva, Sir. Or labia majora. Labia minora. Perineum. Vagina.”
“Ah, yes, very
clinical.”
“But I do know
pussy, Sir.”
“Excellent. We’ll
be talking about your pussy and your cunt. Which includes here, too.”
He slipped one long finger inside her, sliding easily through her
entrance to bury the digit deep. He thrust twice before withdrawing
to trace the outer lips on either side of her opening.
“Pussy lips.
Clit?” He slid his finger forward to rub the swelling nub.
Fleur gulped,
struggling now to hold still. “Yes, Sir, my clitoris. Clit. I am
familiar with that word too.”
“You’ll be more
familiar with it soon, sweetheart. You’ll come to know it
intimately.” He swirled the pad of his finger lazily across the tip
of her clit before working his way backwards to her circle her anus
again.
“And here?”
“My, my anus.
Sir. Oh!” Fleur jumped as Ethan slipped the tip of his exploring
finger inside, now lubricated from his brief foray into her pussy.
“Arse to us,
love. Do you like this?” He rotated his finger slowly, pressing
gently to ease it past her sphincter.
“I am really not
sure, Sir.” Then, as an afterthought, “It does not hurt.”
“It’s not meant
to. I will hurt you, a little perhaps, but not by accident. And not
now. I intend to be very, very gentle with your arse, when I fuck you
here.”
Whether her
unsteadiness was caused by his words or his actions, she had no idea.
Fleur only knew she stumbled forward as her knees threatened to give
way. Ethan slipped an arm around her waist quickly, holding her in
position. His finger sank deeper inside her arse.
“Are you all
right, Fleur?”
“I… I think I
am, Sir. It is difficult to remain on my feet, though, while you
do…that.”
“While I
finger-fuck your arse? Is that what you mean?”
“Yes, Sir. Oh…”
She ground out the words as he withdrew his finger then plunged it
back inside, hard.
“Did that hurt?”
“No, Sir.” She
braced her hands more firmly on the low table top, closing her eyes
as his firm, rhythmic movements in her anus focused her attention
totally. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, biting down hard
in her concentration.
Ethan continued to
support her, taking most of her weight, she realised, as he thrust
his finger in and out of her now unresisting arse. It felt
good—incredibly good, in fact. Intimately wicked. This was in
essence only the same thing he had done to her yesterday, but it felt
different, more intense. And this time, she knew he would not stop at
just a finger.
Fleur’s arousal
grew. She panted, squeezing her pussy muscles. She wished he
would—what? Touch her. She wanted him to stroke her clit.
“Please, Sir,
could you…?”
“What, Fleur?”
“I want you to
touch me, Sir.” There, the words were out. Well, he did say she had
to articulate her needs. He had even taught her the words he
preferred to use. She intended to prove a diligent pupil in the short
time that she would have him as her tutor.
“Do you? Where?
How?”
“My clit, Sir.
Please.”
“How polite you
are. I always find it amazing how a finger in her arse will do
wonders for a sub’s manners.”
And
here’s the blurb:
A
chance meeting, two strangers whose paths cross—in the same place
at the same time, yet a world apart.
When
mining engineer Ethan Savage spots the cloaked, veiled woman riding a
donkey in the Moroccan desert, he can be forgiven for thinking that
in some respects nothing much has changed in two thousand years. She
wouldn’t look out of place in Biblical times. They pass, nod, smile
politely and go their separate ways, two strangers a world apart.
But
when, moments later, she rescues him from his crashed car, the first
words she utters make Ethan realise that appearances can be
deceptive. His little Berber peasant is not what she seems.
Shifting
effortlessly between her traditional roots in the foothills of the
Atlas Mountains and her professional life as the Totally Five Star
hotel doctor, Fleur is a human chameleon, able to adapt and blend
into any environment. At first irritated then amused by the handsome
stranger, Fleur knows the assumptions he’s made about her. As their
paths cross once more at the luxurious hotel, she realises he, too,
is not all he seems. This sexy Englishman holds the key to her most
secret and sensual desires, dangerous yearnings she’s kept locked
away for years. Now she has a choice to make.
Ethan
is only in Marrakesh for a few days, then he’ll be gone and she’ll
never see him again. No one will ever know, so surely it will do no
harm? Can she pass up this opportunity? And once she’s trusted him
with her body, experienced all he can offer, will she be able to
return to her old life? Or will the sensual chameleon need to
reinvent herself once again to fit into his world?
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can get hold of Chameleon from wherever you
prefer to buy your ebooks.
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 (at the last count) titles on general release, with
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.
