Today we have Ashe Barker on out guest couch to offer a tantalizing tidbit from her alien menage release "Theirs: Found & Claimed." Before we start I asked her a question about her writing, which she answered.
Why do you enjoy writing sci-fi?
Because I love
the idea of playing God. I can create just the world(s) I want, set up whatever
social system suits my story, and craft the most amazing characters. The usual
laws of physics, time, and cultural behavior don’t count so the story-telling
can be much more creative and inventive in an alternative universe. Stories
which might be really controversial if written as a contemporary romance can be
‘cloaked’ in a sci-fi.
I totally agree, although I sort of feel that way about any book I write. However, for my contemporaries I do adhere to the laws of physics and time. As to my characters' cultural behavior and mores, I also insist my hero and heroine stick to a rather rigid code.
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Her past gone, her future unknown, and a love that is out of this
world
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Excerpt:
“How much
longer?”
“This session,
maybe a couple more hours. Then I’ll see how she does on her own. The virus
might well start to multiply though as soon as I disengage, so I’ll probably
need to link us up again fairly soon to complete the job. Assuming her
autoimmune system isn’t compromised, though, she should be all right after
that.”
Luca nods, his
attention now drawn to the exquisite form of the petite alien nestled at my side.
I can’t say I blame him; she is nothing short of stunning.
“Fine-looking
females, these Fyorlians,” he observes. “No body hair, apart from on her head.”
I had noticed
that. No eyebrows either, though she has long eyelashes in the same bluish
black of her hair. I can’t find it in myself to argue with Luca’s overall
assessment.
I wait another
three hours before I ask Luca to disconnect the tubes from the alien’s
cannulas. She is starting to stir a little now, and she seems restless. We need
to handle the next stage with care. She’ll be fucking confused when she does
regain consciousness and we have no idea how she might react to the presence of
two alien males, and to finding herself on another ship, though she shows no
sign of wanting to move away from me. If anything, she is clinging to my side
even more tightly.
Before long, her
eyelids flutter and she cracks them open to reveal irises of a deep amethyst
shade. At once she closes her eyes again, her forehead crinkling. Luca calls
out the command to CAID to lower the illumination in here. The sound of his
voice seems to cause her to curl into a ball and we exchange a glance. This is
not going to be easy.
I’m just
considering whether to try to speak to her again when suddenly, all hell breaks
loose. The soft, pliant body in my arms becomes rigid and she hurls herself
across the bed. She kneels up, glaring at me, then at Luca, her small fists
raised as though to batter us into submission. Neither of us moves.
“It’s okay,” I
offer. “You’re safe here.”
Her beautiful
eyes flash and she lets loose a stream of incomprehensible sounds. I suppose
‘get your hands off me, you bastard’ is much the same in any language.
“CAID, activate
multilingual sensors and translators, please.” Luca issues the request, then
steps forward to speak to her, his tone low and even. “Do you want to try that
again, honey?”
She swivels her
head to peer at him, clearly bewildered, though it is equally obvious that she
understood what he said this time. We both attempt a reassuring smile.
She opens her
mouth again, closes it, then, “Why am I naked? And what are you doing in my
bed?”
Luca laughs out
loud, the fucking moron. “Ah, sweetheart, I don’t blame you for taking issue
with that. Please forgive my companion’s clumsy approach, his skills as a lover
have never been up to much.”
“Lover?” She
narrows her eyes at me, though I like to think Luca is included in her general
disgust at the situation.
I seek to
rectify matters. “Ignore my colleague’s inane ramblings, he’s an idiot and
can’t help himself. I believe he was dropped on his head in a previous life.”
The Fyorlian
backs away from me, only halting her retreat when she comes up against the
wall. “What is this previous life? Who are you and where is this place?” She
lowers her fists, but only to attempt to cover her perfect breasts from our
perusal. Her expression is accusing now, and fearful though I suppose that is
to be expected. “Where are my clothes?”
Ah, her terror
of us seems to be for reasons I had not entirely expected. This, I can put right.
“You were naked
when we found you and we assumed that was your preferred state.” I get to my
feet and move slowly across the room to the closet where I store my clothes. I
grab a loose shirt and toss it on the bed in front of her. “You can wear that,
for now, until we find you something more suitable.”
The alien
doesn’t move. It’s as though she has no notion what the shirt is or why I am
offering it to her. I step forward again and pick it up, then open the buttons.
I drape it around her shoulders. “There. Better?”
She grabs the
fabric and clutches it before her chest.
“So, if your
nudity is such a problem for you, why were you naked when we found you?” It
seems a fair enough question to me, and we have to start somewhere.
The alien glares
at me, her pretty mouth working. Her brow furrows, as though she is trying to
remember. She takes her time before responding. “I was alone. Who, then, might
I dress for?”
“Okay,” I agree.
“Fair enough. So—”
“Who are you and
why have you brought me here?” She interrupts my next question with some of her
own. Her expression is wary as she looks from Luca to me then back again. “What
do you intend to do to me?”
Ah, such
delightful possibilities occur to me, and I daresay to Luca too, but now is not
the time.
Blurb:
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.
About the Author:
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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