- Baronet Press, 2016
- Released 21 September 2016
- Paranormal/Time Travel erotic romance
- Approximately 80,000 words
- HEA ending
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Tagline. The past is only a heartbeat away
Blurb
Right from the start she knew it wasn’t about love.
As the youngest daughter of a wealthy family in medieval England, Lady Jane of Acton has been betrothed to Gerard Twyfford, the son of the Earl of Roseworth, since she was a baby. A dynastic marriage such as theirs is about power and property, not love but even so Jane desperately yearns for her husband’s approval. But Gerard’s rare visits to her bed are for the sole purpose of producing an heir, and she’s even failed at that. How can Jane win Gerard over when she cannot even be the wife he needs her to be?
Would one last chance be enough? Could he make things right, even now?
Ged Twyfford doesn’t know what he’s missing in life. A powerful vampire, he’s lived for close to six hundred years and seen a lot during his time but his past still haunts him. On a whim, he purchases Roseworth castle, the keep he used to rule as lord. Mostly in ruins now, Roseworth is a shell of what it was when he was still a mortal but Ged is determined to make it his home again. Maybe this is what he’s been missing, maybe he needs a place to belong at last.
When a woman emerges from the lake beside his castle, looking and sounding a lot like the wife he lost over five centuries ago, Ged assumes she’s a witch out to dupe him. But what if she is who she claims to be? Ged finally realizes just what he had, and just how precious to him was the wife he betrayed all those hundreds of years ago.
Do they really have a second chance or is it just too late to start over?
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- Resurrection is one of my favourite stories so far. It was a dream to write, and tries to present one of the most infamous anti-heroes in English history in a slightly more favourable light. Richard III is a minor character in Resurrection, but his part in the story is memorable. He was given a seriously bad press by the Tudors, not least after the hatchet-job performed by one William Skakespeare. The politics of the day were unsympathetic, and Richard ended up on the losing side in the Wars of the Roses and even though he went down fighting (he was the last English monarch to actually die in battle) he never got the chance to tell his side of the story.
In truth I’m convinced Richard was more misunderstood than evil, though I suppose we’ll never really know.
- I’ve always loved time travel romances and this is the second one I’ve written. In Resurrection the heroine comes forward in time and has to adapt to twenty first century life – a far cry from the hardships of medieval England. I’ve often wondered what would come as the biggest surprise – pleasant or otherwise – in such a situation. For Jane it’s plumbing. She loves the hot showers and flushing toilets, as well as the many and various kitchen gadgets we take for granted nowadays. She also has a soft spot for shopping, which I can empathise with. A lot.
- Sometimes fact is stranger than fiction. No spoilers, but Resurrection just screamed at me to be written and as the story unfolds in there are some amazing twists in the tale, extraordinary events which really did happen and will never be repeated. Add in the romance of time travel, not to mention an über-sexy vampire and five hundred years of English history and there is a fabulous story to be told. I loved writing it, I hope readers enjoy Resurrection as much as I have.
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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 1 (PG Rated)
“I apologise for keeping you, my lord, but I wondered—is there news? Of the King?” Jane sat upright in her bed, leaning against the pillows as she clutched her coverlet to her chest. Her husband, his monthly duties performed with his usual perfunctory efficiency, hopped about beside her bed, balancing on one leg as he shoved his feet back into his hose ready to depart for what Jane could only assume to be a bed he found more to his liking. Gerard rarely remained with her for more than few minutes after depositing his seed within her infertile body, and this night was no exception. He would dress, offer her a polite bow, and leave her chamber as quickly as he decently might. She rarely saw him during the day, and certainly not in a manner conducive to private conversation, so if she was to press him for news it must be now.
Recently returned from the fighting in the midlands, her husband would even now be commanding his army in defense of King Richard were it not for the injury to his shoulder which had necessitated his temporary presence at home to recuperate. The last news they had received informed them that the King’s forces were to meet those of the usurping Henry Tudor close to Leicester, where the outcome should be decisive.
Jane was quite certain that Richard would prevail. He was, after all, the rightful King of England following his brother’s untimely death some two years previously, and the bizarre disappearance of his nephews. Jane had no doubt the boys had been spirited abroad by their mother who distrusted Richard and was convinced he meant harm to her and her brood. It was a ridiculous notion, but one which Elizabeth Woodville, the widow of the late king, clung to with her customary tenacity. Jane knew that Richard would never harm those close to him, though the Lancastrian rebels would do all in their power to blacken his name.
She knew, too, that her husband’s injury was almost completely healed and that Sir Gerard would soon re-join the King’s forces. If she was to learn of the progress of Richard’s cause she would need to speak to him sooner rather than later.
Gerard paused in his battle with his clothing. He glanced at the small figure hunched in the bed and spared a sympathetic smile for her.
“Ah, yes. I forget how close you are to the King. I regret, though, I have received no word as yet. As soon as there is anything to report Garrick will return, and you have my word that I will share the news with you, my lady.”
Garrick, captain of her husband’s personal guard, had stayed with the King’s troops along with most of the Roseworth men at arms. Whilst his injury prevented his personal presence on the battlefield, much to Gerard’s frustration, her husband had been insistent that his forces would remain at Richard’s disposal. Jane knew it was Gerard’s intention to rejoin the King’s forces within the week, and it was quite possible she would not see him again for months.
“You will send regular reports, my lord? Do you promise?”
“I have said so, have I not? Do you doubt my word, Jane?”
His tone had hardened, taking on a note of impatience which had become more frequent of late. Jane sensed her husband’s attitude toward her shifting from indulgent indifference to frustrated resentment, though he did nothing to overtly suggest that he was displeased with her. It was just a feeling, a suspicion she could not shake off. Gerard was a lord dissatisfied with his lady. She, Jane, was an unwanted and barren wife.
“Of course I do not, my lord. I am merely anxious, is all.”
Gerard fastened his shirt then sat back down on the edge of the bed to pull on his shoes. “You concern yourself overmuch with matters of state, my lady. This latest rising will amount to nought. The Tudor bastard is an adventurer, a man with more ambition than sense. He will not succeed in overthrowing Richard.”
Jane nodded and watched in silence as her husband strode across the room to the door. He paused to offer her a courteous bow, then exited. His footsteps echoed along the stone flags of the corridor outside, until there was just silence left.
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