I’ve
done promotional posts for Ashe Barker, but never an interview.
Here’s a bit of personal chit chat with one of my favorite BDSM
authors.
How
many books have you written? Are they all erotic fiction?
I
think I have about sixty titles out now, and yes, they are all erotic
stories. Some are more BDSM themed and some are spanking/domestic
discipline. At first, I wrote just contemporary stories, then I
started adding a few historicals and more recently I started writing
sci-fi too.
What
advice would you have for writers who decide to try their hand at
erotica?
I’d
tell them to have a go, but to have a decent thesaurus to hand. And
an internet connection. Youtube and Google are the erotica writer’s
friend, and Wikipedia of course, the fount of all wisdom and
knowledge.
Do
you see writing as a career?
Yes.
I try to be fairly ordered about it. I like to be at my desk (well,
more accurately the kitchen table) laptop fired up and coffee to
hand, by nine in the morning and I tend to write for most of the day
then. There are also a lot of related tasks to keep on top of, mainly
to do with promo or research, or keeping in touch with readers and
other authors. It’s definitely a full-time job for me.
If
you could have been told one thing that you weren't told when you
were a teenager, what would you like to have heard?
I
was given lots of advice as a teenager, much of it unsolicited and
not especially good. I think we all have to make our own mistakes,
but hopefully I haven’t made the same mistake to many times. That
would be sad.
Looking
back, I think the most important thing I picked up along the way was
that we all have choices, all the time. We’re entitled to choose
our own way in life, but we should also be ready to own and accept
the consequences of our decisions.
Someone
once invited me to cast my mind forward to a time perhaps sixty years
from now when I’ll be long-gone and my daughter (currently
nineteen) is herself enjoying a ripe old age. Imagine she’s talking
to her grandchildren, telling them about me. What would I like her to
be saying? My actions now, today, will dictate what those obituaries
might be so don’t leave it until later to be the sort of person you
want to be remembered as.
If
you had to describe yourself using three words, it would be…
Resilient.
Creative. Calm.
If
you were to write a book about yourself, what would you name it?
I
think at some level or other they are all a little bit about me. I
could never write a book about a heroine I didn’t actually like or
identify with in some way. Maybe I’d call my autobiography Made
a Difference, because I hope that would be true. Perhaps that
should be on my gravestone rather than a book cover, come the day.
Blurb
What
if someone handed you over a million dollars in uncut diamonds, and a
note? For services rendered…
A
random act of kindness years earlier gives rise to an astonishing
chain of events. Johan Klaas holds the key to the mystery and he will
help her – for a price. Can she trust him? Should she? And what has
Christa ever done to deserve such a reward?
Swept
from her modest flower shop in England, caught up in the opulent
global diamond trade in Antwerp and introduced by her millionaire
lover to a sensual world of pain and pleasure, Christa is determined
to solve the riddle.
This
book was previously released with a different cover. The story
includes sexual scenes and BDSM, and is intended for audiences of 18
and over.
Excerpt
He
was still lying on the bed when she emerged from the luxurious en
suite clad in just her new pyjamas and a generous splash of Chanel
Coco, the expensive perfume a Christmas present from her sister. The
sheer, camisole-style top tied in front with a couple of fragile
ribbons of lace, and the fabric left little to the imagination. Her
breasts were outlined clearly, the dark pink nipples pressing little
points into the delicate material. The pants were long and loose and
Christa thought they would not look out of place in a harem. Very
appropriate, Christa reflected… Or inappropriate, depending on your
view.
Christa
paused in the doorway, self-conscious suddenly. She was normally so
cautious, prim almost. This was so unlike her, really, she ought to—
“You
were right, chérie. The outfit is very pretty indeed.”
Perhaps he recognised her indecision, her wavering, but Johan allowed
her no time in which to reconsider. Christa was glad of it as he
rolled from the mattress and came to stand before her. He gently
fingered the ribbon which masqueraded as some sort of shoulder strap.
“May I…?”
“May
you … What?” Her voice was a husky whisper.
“This.”
He eased the strap down her arm, causing the gossamer-thin fabric to
cascade away in a soft sweep. One breast was exposed. Christa held
her breath. It never occurred to her to seek to cover herself.
Johan
lowered his gaze, his lip curling in sensual appreciation. He cupped
Christa’s face between his hands to hold her still for his kiss.
She was going nowhere, in any case. His lips were warm, soft, teasing
hers until she opened for him. His tongue explored her mouth, curling
around hers in a hot, suggestive dance.
Christa
mewled deep in her throat when he lowered his hands to stroke her
shoulders, then trailed his fingers lower still to tease the erect,
exposed nipple. He circled it with his fingertips, then took the
hardened bud between his finger and thumb and applied just enough
pressure to make her gasp.
“You
like this, ma petite? Did I hurt you?”
“No,”
she breathed. “It was just, I never…”
“Pleasure
is good, is it not?” He cupped the full mound in his hand and
caressed her slowly, stroking his fingers across the quivering peak
before he caught it again and, this time, squeezed hard enough to
make her squeal. “But pain is even more exciting, if properly
applied. Do you not agree, little Christa, my beautiful
flower-seller?”
Christa
should have been frightened: his words made no sense. At the same
time, she understood him perfectly, and was in no doubt as to his
meaning. He intended to hurt her, and he meant her to enjoy it.
How
had he known? How had he had even the slightest inkling that she
might respond? She had hardly known, herself, until this moment.
“Yes,”
she murmured. “Oh yes.”
He
chuckled and kissed her mouth again, at the same time easing her
other strap from her shoulder. A tug was all it took on the two
fragile scraps of lace which tied in front to hold the two halves of
the top closed. The garment opened and he was able to slide the top
from her body and drop it behind her on a low sofa.
Now
his palms caressed both breasts, his touch firm yet still gentle.
Christa arched, presenting her body, asking for more.
Johan
broke the kiss to trail a hot, damp path across her collar bone and
down to her breasts. He locked his hands behind her, under her bottom
and lifted her so he could better reach her nipples with his lips.
Christa grasped his shoulders and flung back her head as he took
first one peak, then the other, into his mouth.
Christa
moaned. “That’s… That feels so…”
He
sucked, curling his agile tongue around one engorged nipple. A
crackle of electricity surged from the pebbled nub straight to her
clit. Christa opened her legs and wrapped them around his body, not
minding in the least that he remained fully dressed whilst she was as
near naked as made no difference.
He
turned, and walked back toward the bed, as Christa crossed her ankles
in the small of his back. He leaned forward to tip her onto the duvet
then followed her down.
His
mouth closed around her nipple again, the suction harder now, the
sensation more intense. Christa’s pussy tingled and clenched as she
writhed against him, desperate, purring, seeking more.
“The
pants are gorgeous, as are you, chérie, but I think we might
lose them now. Do you agree?”
Christa
did agree, whole-heartedly. She reached for the waistband, intending
to shove them down past her hips, but Johan caught her hand and
stopped her.
“No,
allow me. Please.”
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.
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