Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Theirs : Found and Claimed By Ashe Barker


Theirs : Found and Claimed
By Ashe Barker



When they board a derelict spacecraft in search of valuable scrap metal, the last thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon a beautiful, naked woman in need of medical assistance. Despite her protests, they bring her back to their ship, treat her illness, and take it upon themselves to look after her.

After she contracted the virus that wiped out her people and killed everyone else on her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive, and she is shocked when she awakens from a comatose state with two men standing over her. Once she regains her health, however, she is horrified to realize that she is about to enter her fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for females of her species.

Knowing that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan to take her in any way they please if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her partially-repaired ship, only to be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly. The stern punishment leaves her desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as her handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.

Though Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free to go once her ship is finally fully operational again, Llianna finds herself yearning to belong to them completely, and as she learns to submit to their firm, loving dominance, her passion for them grows more intense with each passing day. But when she discovers that she is not the last of her kind after all, will she leave the men she loves to live amongst her own people?

Publisher’s Note: Theirs: Found and Claimed includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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EXCERPT 

Extinct.
Not quite. Not yet, though as near as really makes no difference.
I gaze at the screen, my thoughts baleful as I take in that final, damning word, that crushing indictment of all that means anything to me.
Fyorli - home world, dematerialised
Fyorlian - population extinct.
They are wrong, those who take it upon themselves to decide on these matters, those who record such rubbish. Of course the Fyorlians are not extinct. I am still here, the living proof of their error, their arrogance. What do they know anyway, these nameless, faceless omniscient beings?
The characters flash before my eyes, the dark grey in sharp contrast to the pale background, the blinking lights innocuous individually yet the huge import of their collective weight crushes me. It’s not the first time I’ve viewed this screen, but I daresay this will be the last. We are not extinct, but I am all that remains of my race, the final, sole surviving Fyorlian in this galaxy, in all known galaxies. And I am dying.
My head aches, my eyes feel ready to explode. Every limb is like lead, my breath coming in short, desperate spurts as I struggle to hang on to the few agonising minutes that remain to me. I have no notion why I bother; what possible difference could it make? Yet I do it, some powerful, primeval instinct drives me toward survival, however slender the hope, however meaningless my continued existence. Even now, after all that has happened, after all that has befallen my species, I find myself unwilling to finally abandon the fight and bow to the inevitable.
Soon, perhaps, but not yet. I still have work to do, a mission to complete. The scientist within me refuses to depart this fragile existence and leave no trace, no clue that we were ever here. Others will come, eventually they will come and we shall be discovered. They will not be Fyorlian, I know that, but they will be some species with the capability to travel the galaxies and reach the furthest extremes for that is where I shall be found. I want them to know me, to understand my work, to appreciate the knowledge I and my people leave behind.
I manage to get to my feet and cling to the metallic walls of my control capsule as I inch toward the anti-gravity lift, which will convey me down to the laboratory on the deck below. My breath comes in short, painful gasps as I emerge from the conveyance and stagger to my workbench where my samples and artefacts are laid out before me. I cannot resist casting an admiring, wondering gaze over them, the items collected and catalogued over the course of a mission lasting over a dozen decades. These fragments of metal have been scorched and frozen countless times over, weathered by eons of atomic storms, meteor showers, and heliotropic decay, yet each artefact still bears the signatures that denote their origins. These are pieces of history, the remnants of past worlds such as mine, lost civilisations, peoples long gone but remembered for all eternity because of the work I do. My efforts and those of others such as I will ensure that those who walked upon alien worlds before us are remembered and understood. They are our roots, the source from which we all sprang. They cannot be lost again.
I record a brief message and encode it in a sub-photonic pulse. Then I embed translations into all known languages. I tell of my mission, of where our data and findings are to be found, the records meticulously kept and stored. I report also on the other members of my team who succumbed before I did to this virulent virus that now paralyses my lungs and cripples my limbs. By now it has become difficult to move, to even think, let alone construct a coherent account of our work and our eventual fate. But I do it because I must, because there is no one else.
I glance across the laboratory to the series of cryo-cubicles ranged at the far end. There are eight in total, seven occupied, one remaining empty. That will be mine, or would have been had I not been the last. I activated all the others, one by one, as my colleagues fell victim to this illness. We could not be certain but we assume the contagion was present in decayed carbon matter we discovered in a mass tomb on the second moon orbiting the world of Acerbus. That was over five helio-cycles ago but the incubation period was extended and by the time we detected the infection it was too late to prevent it spreading through our small colony. For several lunar cycles I believed I had escaped, that somehow I had developed an immunity, but seemingly not. It just took longer with me but the end will be the same.
I finish my message and seal it, then activate the send command. A rapid series of blinking lights indicate success and at last I allow my head to drop onto the workbench. It is done. I am finished.
Had there been someone else remaining who could have sealed me into my cryo-cubicle I would have made my way over there to join my colleagues, but there is no point. Instead, I shall die with dignity, and in comfort, on my bed. I force my protesting limbs back into action and return to the anti-gravity elevator.
This time I travel upwards, through nine decks, to the accommodation sector. There I make for the commander’s quarters, the best on this craft, which I appropriated for myself when the previous incumbent expired. She had no further use for the luxurious circular holo-mattress but I have loved the sensation of floating it creates and it is here I shall remain now, quite possibly for the rest of eternity.
I drag myself across the outer chamber and into the inner sleeping sanctuary. It requires the last of my remaining strength to reach the bed and clamber up onto it but I am determined so I manage it. I sink in, face down, suspended within the cocoon of invisible forces that support my weight as I close my eyes for the final time.
I listen to my own laboured breathing, the slow, thready thump of my heart, and the muted, inexorable hum of the ship’s photonic engines as they drift on, carrying my work onward into a future that will not include me. I have done all I can; it is in the hands of others now.




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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7.     If you had to describe yourself using three words, it would be…
Resilient. Creative. Calm.

8.     What would you do if you were the last person on this earth?
Turn out the lights.

9.     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.

10.  What's your favorite love story? (movie or book)
I adore Love Actually and I can’t count how many times I’ve seen that movie. It has lots of love stories all rolled up and woven into each other, but I think perhaps my favourite is the one featuring Hugh Grant.
I also remember reading Katherine by Anya Seton many years ago, and I’ve never forgotten the magic that shimmers between Katherine and her hero, John of Gaunt. Their lifetime love affair is set against the dramatic backdrop of medieval England, a period I also like to write about.









Saturday, April 15, 2017

More Rules for Cheri By Markie Morelli

 
Cheryl Reynolds may have just made the biggest mistake of her life. How could she have known that mere days after agreeing to take their age-play relationship to another level, one that would require her to give up her job and submit to her dominant husband on a full-time basis, she would be offered the opportunity of a lifetime?
 
How many dreams-come-true moments could one woman get? Her lackluster marriage to Judge Michael Reynolds was nearly on the rocks when he insisted on some changes. That was three years ago, and since then, she'd been gloriously happy. She adored being his little girl; loved, pampered and subjected to more delightful sexual experiences than she'd ever imagined. It was with a full heart and high hopes that she agreed to make it permanent. His brand of loving dominance was indeed a dream come true as far as she was concerned.
 
But that was before another one of her dreams was dangled in front of her nose like a carrot. After closing the biggest deal in the history of Waters Advertising, Cheryl is offered the VP position. It was something she'd only wistfully fantasized about during her years at the company. Now it's a real opportunity, complete with the luxurious corner office, company car, expense account and a huge raise. It's what she worked for, prayed for - and to finally have her work recognized would be a huge slap in the face to those schmucks who for years have treated her like a blonde bimbo. Oh, it is almost too much to resist!
 
Michael will never agree. It would mean longer hours, traveling, and a frazzled, irritable wife coming through the door each night. Their marriage would return to the boring place they were in three years ago - and that is only if he doesn't divorce her. Can she do it? Can she turn down an offer that is oh so tempting? Could she risk her marriage to the man who's already rescued her once from her own controlling, driven nature and shown her how to be his precious wife, his loving babygirl? Will she give up sweet submission for power?
 
   
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Every marriage has its ups and downs and for twenty years, Judge Michael Reynolds has been reminding himself of that fact. His wife, Chéri, is the epitome of the perfect suburban wife. Chéri works for an advertising agency, raises their twin sons, and micromanages them all to within an inch of their lives. It's working, he reassures himself. It's not working well, but it's working. He keeps his nose to the grindstone and stays out of her way as best he can, avoiding confrontations and acting as a buffer between her and the boys. Even now he isn't sure if he is having a mid-life crisis or it has something to do with the boys going off to college - but one day he's had enough, more than enough! It's time for some new rules, and for the first time in a very long marriage, he feels capable of enforcing them. Michael tries not to present them as an ultimatum, but Chéri knows what they are just the same. Her husband is tired of her domineering, controlling ways. While he readily accepts his part of the blame for what their marriage has become, he is not willing to continue with the status quo.
What he wants shocks her to the core. At the same time, there is a certain aspect of his idea that appeals to her in a way she never would have suspected. You see, Michael wants to take over. He wants to be the one in charge of their household and especially of her, as he's convinced it will improve their love life as well as their marriage. He wants to try age-play. They will start slowly, he assures her. On the weekends he will become her daddy. She will leave her troubles and adult responsibilities at the door when she walks in the house on Friday evening. From then on, it is his turn to take care of her. He will provide for all her needs, love and care for her, and discipline her when the need arises. In return for her obedience, she will be pampered and sexually satisfied in ways only he is aware of. For sure it is a leap of faith, but Chéri takes it, and finds far more than she bargained for as this forty-something couple learns you can teach an old dog new rules.
 
 
 
 

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Friday, April 14, 2017

Cal's Law by PK COREY #neverendingblogtour


He was too old for her, and she was too much of a spoiled little rich girl for him.


Jenny is the typical rich-kid, sorority girl. Getting good grades isn’t high on her priority list. In fact, that sits well below getting into the secret faction of her sorority. To do that she must pull off a daring bit of mischief.
Cal Bennett is the town sheriff. He’s a relatively young, no-nonsense, kind of guy – with a heart of gold. He is the moral center of this small town in North Carolina. But when his and Jenny’s paths cross unexpectedly, things get complicated and he questions his morals and his heart.
His plan to save Jenny from herself by enforcing strict discipline seems like a sound one.  To both of them. At first. He enacts a touch of martial law and Jenny agrees to learn more than English Lit. Cooking, cleaning, and laundry are but a few of her new subjects. Along with time-management, telling the truth and doing homework. Breaking any one in this new set of rules will result in a sound spanking. It all sounds simple enough when she signs on the dotted line of the contract between her and her sheriff.
But, life is messy and she is faced with one tough decision after another. She’s a college student! Shouldn’t life be easier than this? Less complicated? But she is pulled in two directions: her moral, upstanding sheriff leads her down one path, and a cute frat boy leads her down another. In one direction lies maturity, and a future. In the other, the simplicity of being a rich kid in college where Mommy and Daddy pay for everything. Now she must choose: Will she continue to let her parents pay for it all, or will she learn to pay the price for her own actions?


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Jenny stared into Cal’s eyes. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen and she realized all her fantasies were about to come true.
“There really is an ‘us’? This isn’t part of my daydream?”
Jen there’s no way you want this as much as I do.” Cal scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. He sat her on her feet and she stood still and he pulled off her tee shirt.
Damn, Cal thought to himself, matching bra and thong, I’m back to my teenage fantasies. Turing her around he unhooked her bra and turned her back to him. He pulled the straps down her arms until her breasts were free. They were incredible and his mouth was drawn to them. He felt the nipple harden in his mouth as he sucked gently and her abdomen tensed as he reached for the other.
“Cal, Cal…” Jenny repeated softly.
Cal lay her back onto the bed and slid her thong down her long legs, hungrily taking in the sights he’d been longing to see, to touch, to taste. Cupping her breast, he softly asked, “Jenny, are you a virgin?”
“A virgin? That’s what you’re worried about now?”
Cal laughed, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not a virgin and you won’t hurt me.”


PK COREY

The love of writing came to me late in life and I spent time trying to fit writing into a busy schedule. Recently I retired, the kids are out and on their own and my wonderful husband encourages me to spend more time exploring the world of writing.

I always hear you should write what you want to read, so I have. I write loving domestic discipline with the stress on ‘loving’. I want a strong man who cherishes the woman he loves and will go to any length to keep her safe and protected.

My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free spirited ways Tom is determination to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.



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Author Interview


1.    When did writing become important to you?

I discovered spanking blogs just over ten years ago. They really caught my interest and they stirred a desire to write some of the stories that had long been in my head. I wrote my first story after I turned fifty.

2.    Do you view writing as a career?

I’ve recently retired from teaching, so I can’t say I see writing as a true career yet, but it’s more important to me than just a hobby.

3.    What puts you in the best mood to write?

I’m alone at home, fresh cup of coffee, turn on the gas logs, convince the cats to lay on my feet and not the keyboard and I’m ready to write.

4.    You’ve written nine books in the Cassie series and this book begins a new series. What draws you to writing series.

I’ve been an avid reader since I was about ten. I’ve never put down a book I enjoyed without asking, ‘But then what happened?’ Now I get to do the writing and I can answer that question.  I really get into my characters and I want my readers to get to know them just as well. I like series to be able to show how the characters grow and develop and change over time.