Thursday, 23 October 2014


Welcome Kastil...


If you met me now, you'd never believe I was the shy kid in high school. Or that I was virgin up until my wedding night. I wouldn't change the way I was if I could go back in time because I think that's what shaped who I am today.
In my awkward phase, before being a geek was cool, my imagination brought me to places of wonder. As I grew older and became an adult, my fantasies got a little kinkier. While most of adventures happen in my head than real life, it leaves me with plenty to let my characters play with. That's what I did with Witches & Lycans. Two free-spirited lovers enjoying a swingers party before they go back to college … until something uninvited shows up. Enjoy the sneak peek.



Blurb: John Hansel and Susan Gretel are spending their summer break back in Beowulf Hollow. Not that they have a choice, since their parents are footing the bill for college. With one year left until they get their degree, the couple decides to partake in one more swinger's party outside of town, being held at a closed campground.
Susan's got her eye on local bad boy David. A past partner, she knows what to expect from his lustful nature. That her boyfriend, John, gets a kick out of watching just makes it more enjoyable for her. But she finds out that David's more than a sexual beast in the sack.
Armed with nothing but innate powers she never knew she possessed and her lover John, Susan's got to fight back a threat bearing down on Beowulf Hollow. An evil that manifests every twenty-five years has come back again to lay waste to the sleepy little town in the backwoods of Pennsylvania. One that starts with a pair of grey eyes belonging to a man who knows every intimate inch of her flesh—David.
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Excerpt:
She reached the edge of the clearing and entered the forest. She'd skirt the outside and watch as the others mingled. The incense burning, while pleasant, was starting to fog her brain.  Her fingertips danced along the bushes. Shivers ran down her spine as a cool breeze tickled her skin. A strong, possessive grip caught her from behind.
"Change your mind about Tim?" David licked her lobe.
 "No." She moaned as his hands slipped up her blouse and rested on her left breast.
"You think he's going to be able to handle you like me? He's just a pup." He tweaked her nipple.
"Playing alpha dog again, David?" She chuckled before sucking in a deep breath as David's other hand possessed her right breast. He'd always treated these swinger retreats like the men were a pack of wild animals that needed to be tamed. Only David could have a pick of the bitches like some odd commune. He watches too many macho movies and needs to be brought down to size.
Yet, her body never listened when she tried to control the situation.
"He's watching this, you know. I told him I'd show him how a man handles a woman like you." His tongue lapped at her throat.
"Tim?" She tried to take offense to his crass wording, but his hand traveled the length of her belly and shoved her skirt down. Fully exposed to the air, she couldn't deny the moisture evident below. He swiped his thumb against it and hovered the digit in front of her. Her tongue darted out, tasting her sticky sweet arousal. His cock rubbed along the crack of her ass. She took his thumb into her mouth and sucked. Not only had he followed her into the woods, David had done it completely naked.
"No. I am the alpha dog." He removed his thumb and stuck his middle finger between her moistened nether lips. "And you're the best fuck I've ever had."
Words wouldn't form on her lips. All the times she'd had sex with David worked to his advantage. Each inch of her skin was known to him. He could never have her, but he owned her nonetheless.
"On your knees," he demanded.
She dropped to his command, his thick length bobbing in front of her face. Hers to caress and manipulate, she wrapped her lips around the head. David thrust in, his hand fisted in her hair. With slow precision, he fucked her mouth. She cupped and massaged his balls, but he didn't speed up. Her coaxing did not give her the upper hand as it had before. No, his plan was slow torture, hovering between teasing and full arousal. Another shadow fell over her.



Wednesday, 22 October 2014

#MidWeekTease and Secrets Remembered



As Secrets Remembered will be up for early download on 7th November, I thought it was time to tease you from it. And I so do love the cover as well as my hero and heroine.








What comes first your happiness or your job?
When Ailsa McLagan is sent undercover to investigate possible shady dealings at the private BDSM Club Diomhair she doesn't expect to be confronted by one of the Masters there. Not only does he make her want her to sink to her knees, he seems to see straight through her disguise.
Aidan is instantly attracted to the clueless Sub he stumbles upon. Even though he knows she is hiding her true identity he can't help but push her.
When Ailsa runs after an amazing wax session all seems lost.

When the truth does come out, can they find a true Dom/sub relationship, even though theirs started on a lie?

Here's your tease

Something tickled her cheek and she bit back a scream. It was a tendril of her hair that had fallen forward, not a spider. A noise outside made her even less inclined to open her mouth. Somehow she managed not to move—it was handy being pint sized—or sneeze as voices got louder.
“…a waste of time,” a male voice said. A deeper voice replied, but it came through the door as an indistinct rumble and Ailsa couldn’t have sworn whether it was someone else there, or someone on the end of a speakerphone. Then there was silence. Ailsa counted to fifty and opened the door a crack. The corridor was empty. She eased herself down from the shelf and looked at the dust that coated her.
If anything would give away her presence, a trail of dust would, and she wasn’t supposed to be found.
So much for good, clean undercover work. How many times had she wished she was back on the beat, policing a football match or shepherding drunken undergrads back to their lodgings? Well not many, she owned, but sometimes she wondered if she was right in the head. This job wasn’t all glamorous parties and secret microphones. Most of it was standing in the freezing cold and waiting for something and you had no idea what for.
She wiped her shoes on the inside of her coat, held them in one hand, slipped her mucky socks into her pocket and walked quietly away in the opposite direction from where the voices had gone. Ailsa mentally smiled at her thoughts. Independently acting voices and no bodies to go with them?
God she hoped not, she wasn’t a sci-fi or horror fan.
Stupidly she turned left not right and found herself in the gym.
And heard the whistling again.
It seemed someone was about, and she was going to be in big trouble. There wasn’t even a desk to hide under like in all good movies, or a floor length curtain. The windows had fitted blinds. A treadmill, cross trainer and rowing machine didn’t make good hiding places. Nor did the water cooler.
With a sigh deep enough to clear leaves from a footpath, Ailsa slipped her shoes back on, straightened her shoulders and faced the door.
The man who stopped dead in the doorway, mid whistle, was hot enough for her chin to drop, her eyes to widen and her body to tighten. Whoever said there was no such thing as instant lust was oh so very wrong. She might not subscribe to lacy thongs that got stuck up your arse like a cheese grater, but if she did, Ailsa reckoned they’d be wet and wrung out. As it was, her sensible, cotton, chain store knickers were damp under her thermals. Dark, soft, leather trousers and a black T-shirt were the clothes her wet dreams were made of.
He dropped the bag he was carrying, straightened and looked her up and down. “Well now, what have we here?”
Ailsa swallowed. How to reply to that and not be in trouble?
“Pet, answer me.”
The tone sent shivers down her spine, and the hairs on her arms stood on end in sympathy. Ailsa gulped. Who on earth did he think she was? Pet? Should she woof or growl? If there was one thing she hated it was being called silly names like pet, or chick. She was a woman, not an animal.
“Pet, are you wanting a punishment? The mood I’m in I’ll be happy to oblige. Surely you know the basic protocol?” There was no give in the harsh voice.
Well, no she didn’t, not unless you counted what she’d read in books and that was all fantasy and fiction—wasn’t it? She hadn’t even ventured around the club part of the castle. Her time inside the place was too limited to explore unnecessarily.
“Hello, I’m Ailsa McLagan.” Dumb, Ailsa, now he can trace you.
“Sir.”
Eh
“Pardon?” 
"You call me Sir."

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Happy reading, Love R x

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

#TT .... where I introduce you to.... Time




Welcome to #TT. 200 words on a picture of your choice.

Be sure to check out all the other teasers here


Time...





He stroked the picture with unsteady hands. Hands that were no longer as smooth as the ones he outlined.
Used his fingers to trace the knuckles, the soft indents between each digit and imagined he could feel the veins.
If he unclasped the fingers, and turned the hands over he'd see calluses and nicks, the signs of men who worked with their hands and wore the scars with pride.
"Alistair and Julian, together forever."
A simple and heartfelt inscription.
If only.
Slowly he let his head fall back onto the chair as he remembered all the years of happiness.
The difficulty of being who and what they were. Of pushing—politely—and refusing to back down, proud of all the facets that made them. The shared laughter and tears that spurred them on. The love and acceptance that made them who they became.
"Alistair and Julian, together forever."
 Something they worked at, played with and made happen.
These last five years had been a glitch. Time where the together was only in the abstract.
But now he knew—that time was to begin again.

Slowly the old man closed his eyes and let himself be called to where his lover waited.

*****

Happy Reading,

Love R x