Hope Welsh: April 2016

Black as Obsidian (Karm's Witches Book 9) is available now in print and e-book. For a limited time, I have the print version on sale for only $2.99. Likely one of the least expensive print books by an Indie Author.

In this installment, the stakes are higher for everyone. There's a new threat no one expected...

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Here's a teaser....

I couldn’t put those that I loved in danger. My brother, Steele, Summer, and the others wouldn’t understand why I’d left. Everyone I loved in the world was in my brother’s house. That didn’t matter. Keeping those I loved safe mattered more. To do that, I needed my body back. Stuck as I was on the astral plane left me helpless.

The problem, of course, is that I really didn’t have the first clue as to how to get my body back. My life back. I’d thought finding Summer would be the answer. Finding her at Wal-Mart, briefly, had made me believe getting my body back from Royal may be possible. Now, I wasn’t so sure.

Giving up just wasn’t an option. Those I loved were at too big of a risk if we did not stop Royal. Hell, we all knew that Royal wasn’t going to stop with just taking my body. He wanted powers. As many as he could get his hands on. I had little doubt that he’d go after the poor woman I’d pulled into this mess, Summer Daize. I prayed that Steele could keep her safe.

He’d already killed Natalie—his pregnant wife. Another set of triplets, just like Flint, Steele and I. And, of course, my sisters, Amethyst, Amber, and Topaz. He’d sacrificed Natalie and taken over my body. I could still see her trapped on that altar. So terrified. Almost nothing is worse than being trapped inside your own body while someone else was doing unspeakable evil—other than being the victim, of course.

If I was any judge of my brother, Steele, and I considered myself to be, I had little doubt that he’d keep a close eye on Summer. A blind man—or one on the astral plane—could tell that he had the hots for her.

Perhaps something good would come out of this, were they to get together.

I shook my head to clear it. I needed to keep my mind on the issues at hand—like how to get my damn body back.

Sensing Royal—I refused to call him my father again—close was becoming easier. I could feel him. He was very, very close. I lingered about a block away from Steele’s house. So, that meant that Royal—my evil father, heaven help me—was that close to all those that I loved.

He would not get away with destroying even one more person. Not one. No more babies left motherless—not if I could help it. I was determined that I would stop him if it was the last thing I ever did.

The problem now, though, is that if I can sense him this easily—it’s very probable that he can sense me too. At least if I’m close to him, that is.

I needed to get away from Karma. As far as I could get in this form. With no active powers, though, traveling might be a bit difficult.

When he’d taken my body, I’d simply floated for a while. I’d had no real sense of time. But once I’d found my way back—somewhat—I was much more aware of what was going on around me.

Perhaps I could go to the truck stop near the freeway and travel unseen by the driver to get away from here. With any luck, Royal would leave the others alone if he could no longer sense me.

Decision made, I started walking. This was the only thing to do, I told myself. There were no other options. I had to plan—and I couldn’t do that here in Karma.

After a block, I felt him—Royal—and he was close. Too close. A sudden surge of rage filled me and I clenched my fists.

He was coming for me.

Let the best man win, I thought, just as the black swirling mass enveloped me.

The Dark Side, Ashe Barker

Hi Hope, and thank you for inviting me over today to chat about the re-release of The Dark Side.

This series was my first attempt to write anything steamier than a birthday card and I was delighted with it. I’ll always be proud of how well the books did and the fabulous reviews they received. I am eternally grateful to Totally Bound for accepting them and for taking a chance on the unpublished rookie I was back then.

So, if it ain’t broke, why mend it?

As I wrote The Dark Side I had no idea if anyone but me would ever read the books. I knew next to nothing about the world of publishing or professional writing, so although my editor did a fabulous job of making the books fit to be seen among decent folk (or should that be indecent folk?) there were always aspects of the story I felt could be improved. There were scenes I had thought about writing but left out, and ways in which I believed the connection between Nathan and Eva could be deepened. The re-release was a rare opportunity to have my time again and come up with some new scenes which I feel complete the job.

There’s new content in each of the three books, but I won’t spoil it by saying exactly what. Suffice it to say we see yet another quirk in Eva’s already complex nature, and aspects of Nathan which I hope will endear him to readers even more. He’s a hard Dom, stern, demanding and insanely sexy. We lose none of that, but the additional content helps to bring out his caring nature a little more.

There’s also a whole new epilogue to conclude the story. This picks up a loose end which always bothered me a little, so I feel the series is better rounded now.

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Series Blurb

The Dark Side trilogy charts the sensual journey of academic musician Eva Byrne as she struggles to overcome painful shyness, sexual inhibition and personal tragedy. Lonely, unsophisticated, desperately seeking love and approval, Eva is easy prey for sensual and experienced Nathan Darke.

He wants her submission, and he knows how to go about getting it. Eva is quickly caught up by the whirlwind of his effortless seduction, though she has her own reasons for agreeing to join him in his world of pain and pleasure, on the dark side.

Inexplicably fascinated and at the same time totally frustrated by his new submissive, Nathan is increasingly drawn to her as she opens up in his hands and he realises there is much, much more to his latest playmate than he ever could have imagined.

The Dark Side charts the turbulent relationship between Eva and Nathan as their mutual fascination builds. They both discover what surrender truly means as together they explore the fragile bonds of desire, trust, risk and reward, and the destructive power of betrayal.

Of course, we can’t do without an excerpt. This one is a sizzler, taken from the first book in the trilogy, Darkening…

“I think we need nipple clamps, don’t you? Nice pink ones with vibrating bullets suspended from them. Vibrating bullets are great on your clitoris too. Very versatile,” he whispers in my ear.

I can only nod as he clicks on the item and adds it to the basket.

“Now what? Butt plugs? A girl should have her own personal butt plugs, I think. More hygienic. Don’t you agree, Miss Byrne?” He never lets up the pressure on my nipple, squeezing it between his fingers whilst his thumb rubs the tip, hard, as he swiftly adds more products to the basket. “And some anal beads, I think. Very interesting sensation. You’ll like those. Would you care to bend over the table and lift your skirt, Miss Byrne, let me demonstrate?”

What? Now? “Do you have some handy?” Did I actually say that?

“Never leave home without them, Miss Byrne. But maybe now’s not the time. Definitely something to look forward to, though. Have we finished shopping?”

I nod, desperately writhing against his hand.

“Okay.” He taps the screen a few more times to complete the purchases. Then, slipping his hand out of my bra, he pulls me to my feet and quickly turns me to face the table. His hand in the small of my back, he pushes me face down across the hardwood surface, sliding the iPad and my coffee cup to one side.

I start in surprise as he lifts the hem of my dress—surely he just said…

Then I moan out loud as he again slips his hand into my clothing, this time down the back of my lovely red lacy briefs, down the hollow between my buttocks, slowing slightly to circle my anus with one gentle fingertip. I stiffen, waiting…

“So sweet and tight. We’ll come back to this,” he murmurs softly, leaning close to kiss my neck before continuing on between the wet, swollen lips of my vagina. He slips one finger inside my moist entrance, working gently in and out, circling the outer lips, spreading my juices all around. I moan faintly, lifting my bum up in welcome. He slides a second finger inside, whilst with his other hand he attacks from the front to take my swollen clitoris between his thumb and finger, gently rubbing.

The combined pleasure is so intense, so centered, so sudden, it overwhelms me and I come immediately. I scream, unable to contain any of the fabulous sensation of internal fragmentation now shooting out through my outstretched fingers—white-knuckled, still gripping the edge of the table—and my toes, still encased in my lovely, red fuck-me shoes. I whimper, almost in frustration that my climax has hit me before I even saw it coming.

“I’m not finished with you yet. Stay there.”

More? How wonderful.

His voice is low, seductive and commanding. I stay still. Waiting. He straightens, steps away from me, goes over to his desk. He returns a moment later, gently pulling my underwear down to my ankles. “Step out.” His command is clear. I obey.

“You have a beautiful bottom, Miss Byrne,” he observes, trailing his fingertips lightly down the furrow between my buttocks, then tracing the line of each lower curve before bringing something down on me—hard, sharp, fierce. I scream out loud, with shock more than pain, though the sting is real enough. Instinctively I start to stand up, but his hand goes to the small of my back, pressing me back down.

“We agreed on five strokes for every frown. I counted at least four frowns since we came into this room, and that’s me being generous, Miss Byrne. So that’s twenty strokes. Agreed?”

I don’t answer, still reeling from the sudden assault. He strikes me again, and I scream again, louder. “Agreed, Miss Byrne?”

“Yes, yes. Please don’t…”

“Eighteen to go, then. Grit your teeth, Miss Byrne.”

Review Quotes

Holy crow! I knew Eva was intelligent but WHOA! (OK no spoiler reveals).
The sex … is bow-chica-wow-wow hot! Note to Eva - if you get tired I'll tag in for you! Yes this is an erotic story but there is so much more than just sex. The soul baring and secret revealings have me alternating between laughing, gasping and tears.
Author Ashe Barker has definitely mastered the art of cliffhangers because just when I think her books are going to end on a high note, BAM! there it is. I know I will just be crushed to see this story end … an absolute must read and I do highly recommend reading the Dark Side Trilogy.
What a fantastic third book. The ending was everything you could hope for. Ms Barker knows what it takes to satisfy her readers, and she doesn't disappoint. My only complaint is that there are no more books to read in this trilogy.
Wow, I have enjoyed these three books so much that I would like his version of this love story, please it would be nice.

About Ashe Barker

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.

I live in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors. 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, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.

I have over thirty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. I write M/f, M/M, and occasionally ring the changes with a little M/M/f. 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.

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.