Theirs : Found
and Claimed
By Ashe Barker
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Sci-fi erotic romance
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Approximately 62,500 words
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HEA ending
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They bring her back to life, but can they keep her?
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 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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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.
Author Interview
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1.
How many books have you written? Are they all
spanking fiction?
I think I have
approaching fifty titles out now, and 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 as well, and
one paranormal so far. Theirs : Found and
Claimed is my third sci-fi and I love writing in this genre.
2. 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.
3.
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 to help with the creative
vocabulary. And an internet connection. Youtube is the erotica writer’s friend.
4.
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.
5.
Do you recall how your interest in writing
originated?
I think it was always there, though I
only started writing properly about four years ago. In the past I always tended
to plot stories in my head though, often when sitting in traffic jams on my
daily commute. I now work at home so all that time spent inhaling exhaust fumes
is finally paying off.
6.
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 eighteen) is herself entering 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.
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.
Thanks for sharing,
Anita
