Tuesday, 28 March 2017

Try it Tuesday... Join Lydia Michaels and Allyson Young...Lost together

It's Try it Tuesday, with my guests, Lydia And Allyson, and their latest release, Lost Together

Lost Together
(#DOS Part Two)
Release Date: March 21, 2017

The second novel in the emotionally compelling trilogy, Degrees of Separation—three lost souls determined to find balance again…

December has vanished. Rejected by her troubled husband, Austin, and pushed, at his insistence, into the arms of his best friend, Cord, she’s uncertain what the future holds. She loves her husband, regardless of his addiction, but she also loves his best friend. At odds with everything she believed to be her traditional reality, she flees the only home she’s ever known.
Heartbroken, Cord does the right thing and confronts his reluctant betrayal of Austin after losing the woman they both love. He takes charge, dragging Austin back from the edge of oblivion, only to find himself plunged deeper into a life of heartache.
On a path to redemption, Austin must not only confront personal truths, but consider the sacrifices necessary to save his marriage and his friendship with Cord.
An unexpected reunion and exposed secrets will either derail or establish their future as one.
WARNING: This book contains subject matter suitable for mature reading audiences. Some content may be offensive to sensitive readers. Degrees of Separation is a MMF ménage trilogy with many emotionally graphic encounters and challenging situations that break the rules of traditional romance.

The second she was gone the asshole in the room spoke up. “You’re wasting your time fighting it.”
His fork clattered to his plate. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Stop shoving me at your wife!”
Austin stared past Cord, his face filling with concern.
Shit. Ember stood in the doorway, eyes wide, frozen in place, clutching a white frosted cake heaped with strawberries.

Goddamn Austin and his stupid ideas. “Ember—”
“I…I forgot the knife.” She quickly placed the dishes on the table, her steps faltering, and fled to the kitchen.
“Great,” Cord snapped, bunching up his napkin and tossing it on the table. “Enjoy your fucking cake. I’m out of here.”
Austin opened his big mouth, but Cord was done talking to him. Reasoning with Austin was like trying to discuss physics with a chimp. “Shut it, Austin.”
He detoured to the kitchen, unable to take his rage out on her. “Ember, I didn’t mean—”
“It’s okay.” Her fingers twisted into a dishcloth and then she dashed away a tear.
Fuck. Tears. Not tears! His concern shifted into panic. “It’s not okay. I don’t know what Austin told you—”
“I know what he’s up to. I told him not to do this.”
She fucking knew her husband was messing with him? It didn’t make any sense. “Why is he doing this?”

Now she shrugged. “He’s Austin. Once he gets something in his head…”
Cord rubbed his palm over his face and squeezed. “What does he expect to gain from this? He’s just making an uncomfortable situation worse.”
“He’s trying to fix it. He doesn’t understand, because he wasn’t there. He thinks if we put everything out in the open the guilt will go away. He thinks it’s best to deal with it.”
“Deal with it how?” He wasn’t a fucking puppet Austin could place in whatever position he wanted.
“I don’t know. I barely understand what I’m feeling right now. I can’t pretend to understand what he’s going through. Or you, for that matter.”
All thoughts of her husband vanished as he focused on the ‘f’ word, for his sins. “What are you feeling?”
Her face tightened and her hand pressed into her chest, her eyes betraying her show of bravado. “Here. It hurts. I don’t know how to make it stop, Cord.”
“Hurts how?” He took a slow step closer, keeping his voice low.
Eyes pleading, she looked up at him, her mouth tight with worry. “When I’m near you, my heart beats so fast I’m afraid it’ll explode. But I know I can’t… I can’t express what’s inside of me. Then this unbearable ache takes hold. It just…hurts.”

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Author Bios:

Lydia Michaels
Lydia Michaels is the award winning author of 30 romance novels. Her novels from the darkly compelling Surrender Trilogy were iBooks Bestsellers and her work has been featured in USA Today. In 2015 she was the winner of The Best of Bucks Award and she has been nominated as Best Author in the Happenings Magazine two years running [2015 & 2016]. She is a four time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award. Her books are intellectual, emotional, haunting, always centered around love.

Allyson Young
Allyson lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She has written for many years and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. A bestselling Amazon author, she has now published three series and several stand alones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres. Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserves. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.

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Monday, 27 March 2017

The Gluten-Free Author's guide to goodies—or not

Today it is both... Yeah sorry...

Goodies, high fives and greatness to supermarket chains, and food producers for the way they have embraced gluten free goodies, and basics for that matter and making it a lot easier to find food to eat. 
Now before I get heckled and told to go natural, and cook from scratch, most of the time I do. But even then you need stuff...like stock cubes, (yes I know make it from scratch...but every time? Not going to happen), bread...ditto. Have you ever tired to make gluten free bread? Don't bother. Especially as you can even buy freshly baked bread and rolls in some supermarkets now. And croissants. (I was going to post a picture, but um I ate them, sorry.)

Things like soy sauce, brown sauce, (am I getting too saucy?) and any other sauces that were not normally g-f have sprung up shelved boldly in the g-f aisle. No more hunting rows and rows to find that one elusive brand you know is g-f anyway, unless like me you do it because of....

the or not...

So where's the or not bit?

The prices... oh grief, the prices. I hate going shopping with hubby, who looks at my pack(s) of two small croissants at £2 a pack, my tiny loaf at £2.50 and my orange and sultana fruit loaf at gulp £3.50, to name but a few bits. 

And lets face it, one of life's small pleasures are bacon rolls and toast.. Or even just looking at bread and wondering what you'll treat yourself to...

Okay it might not look much to you, but to me it is 'normal'.

Therefore I ignore the prices as best I can, and into the trolley goes the bread etcetera. Hubby looks somewhat shocked, and no wonder. Glutenised stuff would be around half price I reckon. I don't look, it would just depress me. To me and a lot of others To go gluten free is not a lifestyle choice. It's a necessity, health-style choice. Or should that be non choice?

I know that to make g-f food is more expensive. Not just the ingredients and the number of ingredients needed to make say a loaf of bread, but also the conditions, the special machinery, etcetera. I understand that, I really do. My purse doesn't though.

Anyway, It's a definitely thumbs up to those shops, be them big little or somewhere in between, who are doing their best to make my life easier.                                                  (Pic Pinterest)

I love baking...I can get the flour I need. I want a biscuit that I haven't made...Nip to the g-f aisle.                               
Even better is the labelling these days. That's a big thank you to manufacturers. I don't spend three hours trolling through every ingredient. I look for those in bold.

And on that note, I'm off to make coffee and indulge in a slice of fruit cake. Home made gluten free of course.

Happy, eating,

love Raven x

Sunday, 26 March 2017

#SexySnippets with the ladies of Death Isle...

Well now, it's Mothering Sunday here in the UK, so I'm not cooking. 

Which has nothing to do with #SexySnippets.

Which has nothing to do with cooking but it does in a roundabout way have something to do with mums.

As I've just received my fantastic cover for The Furnace Man, (Kera Faire, my dark side) the latest Death Isle story, and It's released on Wednesday 29th (if you are reading this on Sunday that's only 3 more sleeps) of course my #SexySnippets has to come from there.

Don’t piss off the furnace man.
It might be a standing joke around the glass factory— he’ll mix you with the sand and burn you, leaving nothing left to discover—but Lindsey Earnshaw is about to find out the truth behind it.
Placed there to spy on the place on behalf of the government, a warning message brings forth not only a dead body, but also the one man she’s never forgotten.
Michael Hoult cannot believe his eyes, when his ex-wife turns out to be the receptionist on duty. Having to drug her in order to not blow his cover will not earn him her renewed submission, neither will whisking her away to the Death Isle.

Duty first, though. It cost him his marriage all those years ago, but with Lindsey now working for the same side, can they not only catch a killer, but also rediscover each other?

(Lindsey and the ladies of Death Isle have just enjoyed an evening together...
slightly adapted for #SexySnippets so you get the gist...)

Lindsey looked from one to other of her new friends and smiled —they had livened up her evening, given her support and advice and, she accepted, would run interference if needed. Even if it got them into trouble with their Sirs and Masters. For each had admitted their relationships with their menfolk, given her an insight into living with a Dom who was also a Dispatcher, and how they coped living on an island in the middle of a loch.
It all sounded perfect, but would she have the chance to experience it?
The clock whirred as the hands moved. The knock on the door made each one of them jump.
Astrid smiled at Lindsey. “Over to you.”

Catch all the other #SexySnippets here

Happy reading,

love Raven x