Title: Chameleon
Author: Ashe Barker
Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
Genre: BDSM
The Magic of Totally Five Star
I love to travel, mainly for leisure but occasionally for
business too, and there are few sights more welcome than the calm oasis of a
hotel reception area at the end of a long journey. Air conditioning is a must,
but also glamour, style, efficiency - all help to set the tone. It should offer
a welcome that draws guests in without being over-familiar, oozing confidence
and charm.
The Totally Five Star imprint takes all that is best in
world class hotels and puts knobs on.
As soon as I read about the new imprint I wanted to be a
part of it, and I particularly wanted to tell the Marrakesh Marrakesh
The guest accommodation in TFS Marrakesh is designed around
the local tradition of riads. These are secluded residential villas built
around a central courtyard. They offer privacy and shade, and are perfectly
attuned to the Moroccan climate.
The TFS hotel design echoes the architecture
and cultural flavour of the local medinas and souks, connected by a warren of
passages used by staff. Guests are assured privacy – which is of course just
what Ethan and Fleur desire – whilst enjoying the absolute finest cuisine and
service to be found anywhere in the world. It is a place both exotic and
evocative, but sacrificing nothing in luxury and facilities.
And it does exist, more or less. I modelled my TFS Marrakesh
on the real Hotel Royal Mansour which is right in the heart of Marrakesh
Upon entering the great gate guests will discover the
enchanting courtyard – an oasis of peace and calm. Vividly coloured and sweet
scented flora and a multitude of trees and plants are laid out in geometric
designs around a beautiful fountain in the centre. The perfect symmetry is
reminiscent of the gardens of the Alhambra
Palace in Granada
Who could resist? Certainly not
Ethan and Fleur. And not me either. I felt this typified what the finest hotel
chain in the world should aspire to. It should drip with atmosphere, yet be
ultra-modern too, the perfect backdrop for sexy, sensual story-telling.
I hope my Marrakesh
Blurb for Chameleon:
A chance meeting, two strangers whose paths cross—in the same place at
the same time, yet a world apart.
When mining
engineer Ethan Savage spots the cloaked, veiled woman riding a donkey in the
Moroccan desert, he can be forgiven for thinking that in some respects nothing
much has changed in two thousand years. She wouldn’t look out of place in
Biblical times. They pass, nod, smile politely and go their separate ways, two
strangers a world apart.
But when, moments
later, she rescues him from his crashed car, the first words she utters make
Ethan realise that appearances can be deceptive. His little Berber peasant is
not what she seems.
Shifting
effortlessly between her traditional roots in the foothills of the Atlas Mountains and her professional life as the Totally
Five Star hotel doctor, Fleur is a human chameleon, able to adapt and blend
into any environment. At first irritated then amused by the handsome stranger,
Fleur knows the assumptions he’s made about her. As their paths cross once more
at the luxurious hotel, she realises he, too, is not all he seems. This sexy Englishman
holds the key to her most secret and sensual desires, dangerous yearnings she’s
kept locked away for years. Now she has a choice to make.
Ethan is only in Marrakesh
About Ashe Barker:
Until 2010 I was a director of a regeneration company in
Leeds, in the UK
In my own writing I draw on settings and anecdotes from my
own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters.
My stories are often set in the north of England
On the rare occasions I’m not writing my time is divided
between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for
a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises.
And most recently a very grumpy cockatiel. I’m a rural parish councillor, and I’m
passionate about evolving rural traditions and values to suit twenty first
century lifestyles.
My other titles include the ‘Black Combe’ trilogies, The Dark Side, Sure Mastery, The
Hardest Word and A
Richness of Swallows, all set in the atmospheric moorland of
West Yorkshire or Cumbria and with a strong BDSM theme. The Three Rs,
part of Totally Bound’s What’s Her
Secret? imprint is a stand-alone novel set in Berwick in the Scottish
border. I’ve also written a couple of short stories, Re-Awakening,
and a raunchy pirate tale, Right of Salvage,
as well as a novella, Carrot and Coriander.
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.
I love to hear from readers. You can find me on my blog,
and I’m on Facebook, and twitter
too. And more recently on Tsu
Excerpt from Chameleon:
The
space was every bit as perfect as she remembered, quite palatial, the utmost in
traditional Moroccan opulence yet underscored with the most modern facilities
available anywhere in the world. An iPod and mobile phone docking station had
been built into the wall over the dressing table, air conditioning of course,
top of the range coffeemaker, every variety of tea imaginable, minibar, room
service offering everything from a portion of hand-cooked crisps to a four-course
dinner for twelve. The fresh fruit came as standard, as did the flowers, which
were changed daily. The Totally Five Star knew how to take care of its guests.
And its consultants who happened to be friends of the CEO.
The bed
dominated the room. She estimated it to be at least seven feet wide, floating
on a small platform and lit from below. Cedar wood panels made up the floor,
the cool surface broken by stepping stones of hand-made Berber carpets. These
drew Fleur’s expert eye as she appreciated the thousands of hours of
nimble-fingered artisanship that had gone into the weaving. Each carpet was
unique, each as much a statement about the woman who had created it as the
location it would eventually grace.
Ethan
drew her into the room but not immediately to the bed. He led her instead to
the deeply upholstered window seat overlooking the courtyard where they had
cavorted just minutes ago. He seated her then turned to take a bottle of
chilling champagne from a cooler on a low table alongside the window. He poured
them each a half glass, handing one to Fleur. She accepted it, sipping the
light bubbles daintily. Ethan took his place at the other end of the seat and
leant forward to clink his glass against hers.
“It’s
good to have you here, Fleur.”
“Yes, I
know. I mean…” She shook her head, trying to get the words right. Usually her
command of English was so much more sophisticated. He somehow managed to confuse
her, without apparently even trying. “I mean, I am glad to be here too.”
He
smiled, understanding perfectly. “No second thoughts? No regrets?”
“No.
Absolutely none.” Over the rim of her champagne flute, she eyed the huge bed
with a mounting degree of impatience. That was where she wanted to be, but her
host seemed not to share her sense of urgency. With a resigned sigh, she knew that
this was not to be a hurried encounter. She leant back, noting with amused
interest how little her nudity now concerned her. His too. On the contrary, she
felt oddly liberated by it. She sipped her bubbles and allowed her gaze to
wander around the luxurious surroundings.
On her
rounds taking care of the sick and the sunburned, Fleur had seen many of the riads that made up the guest
accommodation at the Marrakesh Totally Five Star. All were different, each one
unique, but all offered the ultimate in comfort and style. Even so, she thought
that this must be one of the finest suites in the hotel. Hangings of pure silk
adorned the walls, bright splashes of burnt orange, vibrant reds, earthy browns
perfectly complementing the natural tones of wood. The soft lighting was
provided by two chandeliers, one directly above the bed, the other above the
dressing table and seating area.
The illumination was controlled by a remote
dimmer switch. Ethan adjusted the level until he achieved what he must consider
the optimum blend of practicality and intimacy. She thought he had it just
right as she glanced at her companion, his eyes glimmering a deep, dark blue in
the muted illumination.
“We
have a candle-lit bathroom I thought might be nice later. I’m minded to
experiment with the house speciality—rose petals. How does that sound to you?”
Fleur
smiled mischievously, entering into the spirit of his easy seduction. She was,
after all, sold. “It sounds wonderful. I do not think I have ever had a rose-petal
bath before.”
“No? Me
neither. I’m sure I’d have remembered. Music?”
Fleur
shrugged. “If you like. What do you have?”
“Everything,
I should think.” He stood, walked across the room to the dressing table to
activate the inbuilt sound system. Moments later, the soft strains of Chopin
drifted from the concealed speakers. “Okay?”
Fleur
nodded and sipped her remaining champagne quietly. Waiting. Patient. She set
her empty flute back on the low table and turned to Ethan.
“May I
kiss you?”
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