Wednesday, 7 December 2016

#MidWeekTease with a Killer at Christmas and an asshole on a plane



As I've just got a release day for Kera's book Killer at Christmas of December 13th, I'll tease you from there I think.

(no cover yet so here's Dark Isle, the island in Loch Lomond the facility is on)


blurb...

A killer and a hooker? An unlikely mix, especially, at Christmas.
Rio Buchanan, a Government operative, and member of the Dispatchers specializes in seduction. He just never thought his target would be his ex-wife. Andie might now be a hooker, but there’s no way she’s a traitor.
There’s only one way to get to the truth—kidnap her to keep her safe.
Andie doesn’t know what to think when Rio disrupts her life again, let alone when she wakes up in a prison cell shackled to him, and not in a fun, kinky way.
The secrets of his job already ended their marriage. Will they now end her life too?

Imprisoned on the Dark Isle they have to work together to catch a traitor, and discover if they can forge a new life together.


Shit, his head ached. He hated being cooped up in a flying tin can, dreaded what he would find when he got to his destination and swore long and hard at the idiots who had behaved so badly in the past that the airline didn’t serve alcohol before 8 a.m. Not that he normally drank at such a time, but he’d not been to bed, and was squashed between an overweight Geordie and a chattering airhead whose leg kept rubbing up against his thigh.
The guy had snorted, farted, and snored his way through the flight. Once he’d drunk three miniature rums he’d pulled out of his pocket—against the rules but the crew didn’t see him—and eaten a selection of snacks so fast Rio felt sick on the bloke’s behalf. The airhead—call me Cherine—had dropped her nuts and fondled Rio’s nuts as she picked the packet up with an inane giggle so often he was about ready to stuff both sets down her throat and gag her. Except, he hoped to be able to fly commercial again sometime, and being charged with attempted murder or disorderly behavior on a plane wasn’t likely to help him in that quest.
“Look sweetheart, if you do that again you might find I’ve accidentally broken your fingers,” he said wearily as he lifted her hand and squeezed the digits somewhat cruelly. “Once is an accident, twice is persistent, and times three to now is a fucking annoyance. If you want your bloody nuts so much just eat them and stop trying to finger mine. Okay?”
She went the color of the plane’s logo, stood up and stalked down the aisle to the lavatory. Someone behind giggled and the blond haired, stocky guy across from Rio raised one eyebrow. “Bit harsh, buddy?”
“You sit here then, and let Octopus Annie feel you up. I’ll have bruises where no bruise ever should be. She’s got nails like talons, and grips like a bloody bird of prey.” Rio grinned. “Apt description actually.”
The guy nodded. “Point taken and no thanks. I’m off to visit my woman. I don’t think Andie would be too pleased if I went with unusable assets.”
Andie? It had to be a coincidence, surely? “That’s an unusual name for a girl,” Rio said with a non-committal smile. ‘Short for Andrea?”
“Nope. Her name is Sandie, but there were four Sandies in her class so she went for Andie. She’s a sweet thing, not at all boyish if you know what I mean.” The guy sketched an hourglass figure in the air. “I don’t know why she just didn’t use her proper name, Sandrine, but hey—that’s women for you.”
Rio’s breath left him. How likely were there two people named Sandrine who called themselves Andie because of too many Sandies at school. But sweet? That didn’t sound like his ex-wife? They’d split because they were both opinionated, wouldn’t back down, and there was no give and take. He needed to probe more. Because if this was the guy Darke spoke about, he, Rio needed to make plans.
“Yeah, women, eh?” What else could he say? “So, she knows you’re on your way home?”
 The bloke shook his head. “She’s expecting me later, but it’s not home, she’s just working out there for a bit. I’m gonna get there early, use the key she doesn’t know I’ve got, and surprise her. I’ll show her what she’s missing. For some reason she won’t move in with me. God knows why. I’m sure she would be the perfect Susie Homemaker.” He winked. “You know. A lady in the kitchen and let me lead in the bedroom. A quick tweak here and there and wham bam thank you ma’am every so often and she’d be happy. I get my shirts ironed and my rocks off when I can’t get to my mistress.”
 What a fucking asshole.
“Everything covered then.” Rio sat back and plotted. “Lucky bastard. I’m between woman and I tell ya, my wrist aches. Hey what’s your name? I can keep calling you hey.”
The guy guffawed. A bit like a hyena. “Anton Hoag. You?”
Anton Hogg? Ant… Hogg? Can’t be a coincidence. Fuck it to hell.
“I’m Ron.” Rio used the name he often did as an alias. “Ron Parker. Hey you want another?” He pointed to the coke can in front of Anton. “I’m off to get one.”
“I’ll have the rum to go in it.”
Figures. Rio nodded, walked to the front of the plane, and purchased the drinks. He bet the guy got the time alcohol was served down to the second.
Anton was a bit of a contradiction. Killer or drunk? He didn’t seem the sort of bastard who’d let his woman work as a hooker but who knew? Nor did he seem the sort to kill women and do whatever it was that was dirty and underhanded. But then didn’t most serial killers look like they kissed babies and helped old women across the road?
Rio put the rum down next to Anton and tucked his can of soda in the pocket of his own seatback. The next few minutes relied on Anton the asshole not knowing where Rio had stashed his carry-on, and not paying any notice to Rio’s next move.
A diversion in the form of Cherine helped. She stomped down the aisle and glared at Rio. “Will you get my bag down? There’s a spare seat at the back. I’m moving.”
 “My pleasure.” Her bag was next to Anton’s. Assholes of the world unite? Rio flipped the catch of the overhead locker and handed down the case Cherine pointed to. Barbie pink and sparkly. What else?
She tuned without a word of thanks and Rio slid his fingers around the lock of a nondescript black leather bag, and played around for several long seconds. Success. He moved the zipper, slid his fingers inside the tiny gap until he found what he was looking for. Pulled it out, relocked the zip, and moved away from the hold-all to the very end of the locker.
“More space now, I can put my backpack up and not have it squash my toes.” He bent to his battered rucksack and slipped it in the space now vacant. Grabbed his purloined treasure and shoved it deep inside.
Satisfied, Rio settled back to endure the last hour of the flight. At least with Octopus Annie aka Cherine gone he could stretch out a bit. Snoring, snorting, farting, window seat man never moved.
The plane landed, Rio grabbed his possessions and set off down the aisle and into the terminal building as soon as he could. He needed to get away before Asshole Anton realized that not only was his lady no longer his, his passport seemed to have vanished out of a locked bag.
 Sometimes the skills learned at Dispatcher school came in useful. Even the non-killing ones.

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love Raven and Kera x


Sunday, 4 December 2016

#SexySnippets with #allthefunofthefair




Happy #SexySnippets day everyone.

as it is December I thought I'd add this...

and this...

which have nothing to do with this...

But it IS December...


Yep I have a summer book out in December, but then it is summer 'down under' so that's okay then...

(Let's say Raig has fucked up big time and needs more than a grovel to make it all better again)


The music faded, and that beloved voice spoke again.

“Now, midnight people, what are your thoughts on lies and infidelity? Any excuses for 
either you've had well, let me know? 

You have the address. Email your thoughts. While you do, let’s listen to Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word by Elton John. You know, for most of the assholes in this world that is oh-so-very true.”

Yup, she’d got that spot-on all right and how the hell was he going to address that? Man up and go for it. 

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Happy reading,

Love Raven x


Wednesday, 30 November 2016

#MidWeekTease and... (read it and see :) )



I honestly had no idea what I was going to tease you with. I feel like I've bored you all senseless with same old same old lately.

So instead of risking total alienation, I give you this...

God almighty, whatever had she been drinking?
Hold on… Andie tried to gather her scattered wits. The last thing she remembered was wanting a glass of water or something. But surely that wouldn’t mean her mouth tasted like the floor of a budgie cage? Not that she’d ever licked one, but it was the most apt description Andie could think of. Hell, she ached and she was thirsty. Water, for the love of god, I need water. Okay, get up and get on with it.
She tried to roll to one side and a rock stopped her.
A rock? I don’t have rocks indoors, just in the rockery. That almost made her snigger. Almost. What on earth had happened to her bed? Her soft mattress topper and feather pillows? Why was she sleeping on the ground? She didn’t do camping. Not since she’d taken part in an overnight hike for her Duke of Edinburgh award badge and been bitten all over her bum to hell and back by midges, when she’d slid out of the tent to go for a pee.
Her bladder told her it was pee time again. Like now.
Oh god what if I am outside and there’s midges? Not in December surely? There was nothing for it. To go to the loo was imperative or she’d wet herself. Andie counted to three and tried to sit up.
She couldn’t. Her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles caught together. Andie jerked them around experimentally. About two inches of give in her hands, an inch or so more between her ankles.
What the? Her head thumped in time to her heartbeat. Too fast and too loudly. Oh god, am I dead and this is retribution for some long forgotten misdeed? Open your eyes, eejit. Look around, then if I can’t see, panic.
Okay, I can do it. One, two… She opened her eyes and squinted in the semi-darkness. She was alive, even if she had no idea where.  Definitely not outside, because she could see the faint outline of a window high up in what she guessed was a wall. A barred window. “What the hell?”  
“Yeah, what the fucking…” The voice was deep, husky and sadly well known.

Oh god I am dead and it is bloody retribution. Why else would I be imagining him? Or I’m in a nightmare. That book I read the other night was all too real. They’ve come to take me away. She began to wriggle harder, desperate to find out why she couldn’t move. That bloody rock. Her ass was hard up against it and… shit! Now she was dreaming of cock-shaped rocks. That was so not fair.

(Taken from Killer Christmas, Evernight December)

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love Raven x

Monday, 28 November 2016

Start the week with The Alpha's Secret Mate From the fabulous Ravenna Tate


What better way to make your day?


The lovely Ravenna has joined me to tell you about her latest book

THE ALPHA'S SECRET MATE
Blood Moon Lynx 3

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BLURB

The last thing Makenna expected when she followed the fanatical group from her village into the woods, with the intention of spying on them, was to find her mate. A blood moon lynx from the very village rumored to have caused untold trouble for her own people, no less. She should run again, as far away as possible, but she can’t. A mate is a mate, after all, and this man is hers. No doubt about it.

Stone Rockwell has kept his mate a secret in order to protect her and his friends from further trouble, until his world is turned upside down soon after mating with the captivating leopard. The reason she fled her village is more complicated than he first realized, and Makenna’s true ancestry is tied to an ancient legend. When Makenna’s life is threatened, Stone may have to lose his own to save hers.

EXCERPT

Shivers ran up and down her spine as they ripped at each other’s clothes, stopping only to devour each other’s mouths in kisses so molten, she expected the sofa to catch on fire. As Stone tossed her shoes across the room, something fell to the floor and shattered, but Makenna didn’t bother looking around to see what it was. She was lost in the heady sensations of her mate’s hands and mouth on her body, and nothing else was allowed inside her thoughts.

“Try not to shift,” he said, sliding his tongue up one leg then the other. He stopped short of licking her pussy, which made Makenna crazy with desire.

“I can’t help it.”

“Yes, you can.”

She grasped his hair and moaned loudly when he brushed his fingers at the junctures of each thigh and the skin next to her labia. This was torture. All she wanted was his dick inside her. “Stone … please!”

A soft chuckle made her heart race. “This is the first time we’ve been completely alone for weeks. We’re taking our time, my love.”

So, it did bother him that everyone in the Benedict house could hear them. She hadn’t realized that until right now. “It’s so hard for me to wait, Stone.”

Fluttery kisses covered the insides of her thighs. His breath was so hot against her skin. Makenna’s clit throbbed now, and all he’d have to do was touch her and she’d climax. No doubt about it.

“You’re worth the wait, my love.” One quick lick up her wet slit gave her hope, but before she could do so much as moan, he moved higher and grasped her breasts. Makenna wrapped her arms and legs around him as he gently bit her nipples, covering them with licks in between the nibbles.

“I can’t get enough of you.”

“I hope you never do.”

The tender look he gave her sent fresh wetness to her pussy. “Never. You’re my life, Makenna. I will want you forever. I will love you forever.”

She pulled his face closer and kissed him, shoving her tongue into his mouth as desire spread through her body like a wildfire. His cock was so huge now, rubbing her clit each time he moved. Makenna couldn’t wait any longer. She shifted a bit further, growled deep in her throat, and turned them over so she was on top.

Strong laughter filled the space between them, and he cupped her face. “I love it when you take charge like this. You’re so damn sexy.”

“I have to have you. Now.” She rose up enough to sheath his cock with her pussy, crying out as he released her face to grasp her hips instead.

“Then have me, love. All of me.”

He moved her up and down roughly, grunting and growling as he did. Each pass massaged her clit in exactly the right way, and when her orgasm came, it was so intense Makenna wasn’t sure she could keep breathing.

Before it ended, Stone moved her off him and rolled her onto her stomach. He settled himself between her legs and bent down, licking her asshole. “I’m going to fuck you in every hole. You want me, you’ll take me. Everywhere.”

“Oh, God!” She cried out in ecstasy when he slid two fingers into her puckered hole, gently stretching the walls. Nothing they’d done so far had been this raw and dirty, but she loved it. She wanted more. She wanted everything he had to give her.

When he gently slid his cock into her asshole, Makenna could do nothing but lie there while he fucked her. Stone slipped a hand underneath and massaged her clit, prolonging her climax. “Oh, Makenna! Fucking you is unlike anything in the world!”

The orgasm crested again when he licked the wound on her neck, and now her moans turned to whimpers as wave after wave of delicious pleasure washed over her. When he finally came, she was still lost in the headiness of being completely his. She’d totally given herself to him, and nothing anyone said or did could change that.

The hell with what awaited them back in the village. They’d simply stay here for the rest of their lives


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