Wednesday, 30 October 2013

it's mid-week tease time :)

She needs to be very sure, and if she is? Then Rob's sure he'll be...Amazing Maisie.
This is a tease from my story in The Crimson Rope, an anthoology I'm honored to be in.

"I was asked to give you these," Rissa said. "And it's not an eBook, but a genuine, hold in your hands and underline the passages, book." She'd handed a fluorescent marker, a bookmark and the two sealed packages to Maisie. "Or so I've been told. You're not to open them until you're sitting down at home, with wine."
Maisie put the smaller package into her bag and turned the larger one over in her hands. She gave a self-conscious smile at her actions. Obviously it was a book, but a brown padded bag didn't give much else away. So she'd nodded, put it in her bag, and waited until now.
Her heart was vying with the loud noise from the grandmother clock on the sideboard. What if it was a Dear Maisie, goodbye Maisie, Dear John type letter?
It's a book. You don't do a Dear John book. Just open the darned thing. However, her hands shook, and it took four goes to find the edge of the tape that sealed the bag.
When she finally drew the contents out, Maisie didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
A leather back jotter, tied together with a scarlet plaited rope and a gold fountain pen attached in a holder, slid out into Maisie's hand. She ran her fingers over the smooth as butter cover and bent her head to sniff the distinctive smell of expensive hide. With the utmost care, Maisie opened the cover. Inside, in elegant cursive script, were a few words.
'Pet, if you're serious, I need you to start writing down your thoughts for me as each day goes by. Reread our emails and write down your thoughts on them now. Highlight what means most to you. I'm thinking of you.'
 The other package was a soft leather flogger. The note with that was even shorter:
To remind you.
Maisie gave a juddering sigh and ran the strands of the flogger over her cheek. The caress was as soft as a whisper, but she was under no illusions. With Rob's expertise he would be a master of sensations. Her clit sent messages, like 'yes please', and 'I wish it was now', as it reacted to the sensual pleasures in her mind. She let herself have one last daydream of how it might feel if Rob wielded her present on her skin, let her juices gather and felt her skin tingle. Then she put it and the book down on the coffee table, before she lifted her laptop up.
Rob was methodical and numbered his emails, and Maisie had pasted them into a document saved on her hard drive as 'Messages from my love'. She couldn't count the number of times she'd pulled it up and read the emails, and she almost knew them off by heart.
Okay, I can do this. Maisie took a deep breath, and opened the document before she smoothed the first page of her journal flat. In all honesty it would be a joy to write in such a beautiful book, and with a fountain pen that had a famous logo on the side of the barrel.
One. 'Good morning, pet. Do I call you that? Are you thinking about it, Maisie? About letting me be your Sir. Submitting to me, and exploring what you want—what we want. I think there is so much about you that you don't know. Now's your chance to discover those facets … do you want to?
Shall I start to show you how we can explore and find out what Maisie my sub would like?
Think about it. Waiting for me, naked and on your knees with your head bowed. Is your breathing fast? Is that seductive little pulse in your neck bouncing up and down erratically? How's your cunt? Wet, throbbing and full of cream? Oh, and your nipples? I bet if you touched them they would be hard and tingling and ready for more.
If I'm right, you don't do anything about it, pet. Not if you want to explore our partnership. You do not make yourself come.
How does that sit with you?

She almost bit her lip before she heard Rob's voice in her head. 'Pet, you don't mark yourself. I do that.'

The Crimson Rope will be released on November 5th from

Meanwhile, here's the all-important link to the other mid-week teases...

Monday, 28 October 2013

A Jewel of a post... celebrating Rock Star Ex...

The lovely Jewel has joined me...

And before I let you look at this cover, I've got to say, this story had me hooked. It was a one sitting couldn't put it down story. I even let my coffee go cold.

Social media consultant, Eve Everett, is less than thrilled when her business partner hooks them up with a job covering celebrity rock band Arsenal.  Their new lead singer, Devon Quinn, is the man who broke her heart five years ago.  But there’s no way Eve can turn down the assignment. It’s the big break their fledgling company needs.
To boost Arsenal’s social media presence the band’s manager wants intimate coverage, especially of Devon, which means traveling with the band in their tour bus while they promote their new album.  It’s not long before Devon tries to rehash the past but Eve would rather leave it buried where it is.
When Eve is asked to be part of a music video, she decides it’s a great opportunity to reap some revenge by showing Devon what he’s missing. But soon she’s the one losing control. Will Devon once again claim her heart as well as her body?

The hairs on the back of Eve’s neck stood up and that’s when she knew his eyes were on her.  She’d already spotted him.  He’d steered a whole gaggle of girls to the bar, his arm around one of them, and it had made her stomach churn.  Keeping up her conversation with the band suddenly became difficult.  It was hard to concentrate on talking when her mind was absorbed with the awareness of him.  As soon as she saw him put his hand on the blonde girl and lean down to sign the satin bra, disgust had welled up.  She’d shifted her spot in the group as soon as possible so her back was to it all.
She had tried to join in on Kate’s discussion with band manager Clayton Drake, but it was hard to hear them in this crush.  Anyway, the band members were trying to get her attention.  The lead guitarist, Tommy Adler, seemed pretty nice actually.  He had laugh lines around his eyes that she found charming.
“How did you like the concert?” he asked.
“It was amazing,” Eve said. “I’m so glad to see Arsenal performing again.”
He grinned. “Me too.  Thanks to our new vocalist, we have a lot more in store.  Tonight was just a sort of…appetizer.”  The other guys agreed.
“Smile, Eve,” Kate called.  She had her phone out and was aiming it at her so Eve slid her right arm around Tommy and the other guys crowded in.  The flash went off, blinding them all.  “Great, but, hold it. We need to get one more in,” Kate said and flapped her hand at someone off to the side, waving them into the photo. 
Eve held her pose and felt an arm curve around her waist from the left side.  The flash went off one more time, causing spots to appear in her vision.
“Awesome!  Thanks, everyone,” Kate said.  She turned back to the manager.  “This is going to be great for our social media feeds.  Pictures with the new lead singer…”
Eve closed her eyes for a moment, reaching a hand up to rub her temple, waiting for her vision to return.  Since when did iPhones have such a strong flash?  It was probably just because it was late and she was tired.   Tommy had let go but the other arm on the left side was still supporting her.
“Oh, man.  Either I’m seeing spots from that flash, or you all need to get to a doctor immediately,” Tommy said.
“That’s what happens when you do so many drugs, Tommy,” Drew Haley teased.
“Drugs?” chimed in Shane Nelson. “You had drugs and you didn’t share with me?  That’s just not right.”
They all laughed.  Eve dropped her hand from her temple and opened her eyes.  The spots were gone and she could see clearly again.  But she wished she couldn’t.  Standing right next to her, one arm wrapped around her waist, was Devon.
“Hey, Devon … meet Eve,” Tommy said cheerfully.
Devon let go of her waist and held out his hand.  His expression was inscrutable.
She hesitated, and held hers out as well.  If she’d had any question whether he knew who she was, the handshake answered it.  His fingers wrapped firmly around hers, holding her hand for longer than was necessary, his eyes searching deeply into hers. 
What they searched for she couldn’t fathom, or why.  He’d abandoned her long ago, taking her heart with him, like some sad little groupie.  Well, he wasn’t about to get even a smidgen more.  She pulled her hand back.
“Nice to meet you,” he said softly.
Oh, so they were going to play that game?  She could play it too.  “Likewise,” she returned coolly.  Turning back to Tommy, she put on her best flirtatious smile.  “Weren’t you going to show me the band dressing room?”
Tommy’s brown eyes lit up, but before he could say a word Devon’s hand clamped around her waist again.  “I’ll show her,” he said in a cool voice.  His eyes were drilling into Tommy’s, and some unspoken agreement seemed to pass between them, because Tommy nodded his head casually and turned back to the others.
Anger flared up inside her.  How dare he!  But she wasn’t about to make a scene in front of everyone.  It was fine.  If he wanted to be alone with her then she would give him the piece of her mind that he deserved.  She’d been storing it for five years and if he wanted to unlock it, then so be it.
See what I mean?

And I have to apologise to Jewel, because, due to net problems, I've been unabe to add the ten things see were going to divulge about her hero. Now you'll just have to read the book to find out about him...

Sunday, 27 October 2013

#SexySnippets With Athol...

As Athol's telling me to get on and write his story as he sees it, this is where we meet him.

So from Master...

(via Athol)

"Where's Athol?" she asked, as she realized there was nothing else she could say or do to dissuade Caden from his chosen plan. "He's late."
"I'm here, sweet thing." Athol walked across the room and enveloped her in his usual effusive bear hug. "I had to sort out some dickhead who thought I would turn a trick for a tenner. Cheapskate, I told him not for a thousand, I have my standards." He roared with laughter, a deep belly laugh so at odds with his persona.  

check all the #SexySnippets at



Saturday, 26 October 2013

I read and I like Saturday...with me...

The lovely Jorja Lovett was due to be here today, but has writing to get on with, so she's posponed her post. And well, as I love her work, I agreed of course. So I've nipped in instead.

Sorry folks... anyway...

Here's my I read amd I like offering...

I was lucky enough to grow up in a house where books were the norm. My mum and dad read to me, I learned to read, we read together. Then I read, and read and well you get the picture. Enid Blyton, Malory Towers, Elinor M. Brent-Dyer The Chalet School series, The Bobsey Twins ( forget who wrote those) and the great Arthur Ransome and his Swallows and Amazon series. All devoured. Then Books like Ring of Bright Water, and Tarka the Otter.

I lost my way a bit when we had to dissect books at school. No thanks, and sadly it piut me off the classics for ever. I still don't like Jane Austen, The Bronte's, Dickens etc.

But one book from my schooldays stopped with me for ever, and I have my very own tattered copy of ... The Sheltand Bus. The story of how Norwegian fishermen sailed their boats to the Sheltands in WW2 and became a survival route for people who needed to escape. Those men were true heroes. (I've gone goose bumpy thinking of that story.) And as a perfect addition to it, around 12 years ago, I was in a pub in Scotland with DH, and sat next to an elderly getleman and his wife. We got talking and he said they were on their way back from Shetland, where he'd worked in the war. I mentioned the Shetland Bus, and wow he'd been one of the UK naval personnel who worked in that top secret environment. Talk about a fan girl moment. He was amazed I'd heard of it let alone got his fellow officer's book.

So to today, I love all sorts of books, romance, mystery, biographies and travel. I don't like nasties or real scares, so sci fi and horror are not on my bookshelf or Kindle. Apart from that? Well since I started writing I've dicsovered so many fantastic authors. I'd say if you want to discover an author, check out a publishers site  and see what free books they offer. Do the blog hops, and please please... ( yes off point but got to be said) don't use pirate sites. We don't make a lot per book anyway, and if ou worked it out on an hourly rate, very few of us would be anywhere near te minimum wage. But if you steal a book, we make even less. And it is stealing...

So what I don't like? Stolen books lol

Just say NO....

Friday, 25 October 2013

My #FlashFictionFriday offering... A Stroke of Love

Flash Fiction Friday.

A story in 100 words...

Inspired by a given picture...

Same picture for each of us, different inspiration,

Different words...

"Dear Sir, are you sure?"
His eyes glittered like starts in a moonlit sky. "As I am of anything in this life."
"For I am not," she said. "I wonder—who are we?"
He held her tight. "Without this, we are nothing. With it? We control our future...our salvation. It is right for us." He nuzzled her neck and she leaned closer.
"Then I trust you. I want," she paused. "Us."
"Then us we will have."
She nodded and passed him the knife.
He smiled. "Now and forever." Slowly he stroked it over her throat, and then his.

Catch all the other flashes on

Happy Flashing,

Love R x

Sven and I got talking...

(well when I wasn't drooling)

(Let's face it he is immensely droolable over)

The Sven sessions…

Now anyone who knows me, also knows I fell in love with Sven a long time ago. Around the same time he met Sylvia in fact. So when Doris asked me if I'd like to celebrate her new release, The Housewife and the Film Star, I said only if I can interview Sven—alone.
(Sylvia trusts I'll just ogle from afar…well not too far.)
So here he is, and here I am, and you know I've even not got Budda this time. I can't have distractions
clears throat Er before we start, would you mind opening the window please? It's a bit warm in here.
He grins oh that grin
 And does as I ask. I do my best not to drool, but that man has the perfect… coughs, erm well, thank you Sven.

So Sven, sorry if the first few questions are somewhat inane, but Mrs. Robinson asked me to ask them. Well it was that or threaten to confiscate her stepladder!
Knowing Mrs. R. I can well believe that. Just as well I have a soft spot for her.
First off, what does your name mean? Sorry I did say the first few were inane.
I can honestly say I've never been asked this one before. Sven comes from the old Norse and means Young Warrior. Mamma and Papa picked it as I was a little fighter, apparently. They had fertility problems and… he pauses and grows pensive Well, let's just say, I almost didn't make it.
What do you like and hate about your career.
I hate the publicity stunts we're expected to pull, and the intrusion into one's private life. Just because I choose to make my living pretending to be someone else (that's the fun part) laughs doesn't give anyone the right to stick their nose into my private affairs. They're just that—private!
Where would your ideal best ever location be?
Close to home so that I can go and see Sylvia and the kids at the end of the day. Sadly she can't travel, as the kids are at school.
Which side of the bed do you prefer?
The left.
Red wine or white?
Do you have any irritating habits? that's not one of mine, he is perfect
I'm sure I have plenty. You'd have to ask Sylvia. smirks
I do like to be in control and I don't suffer fools gladly. Apparently I'm also far too cheerful in the mornings, and I may or not have a thing about ironed socks…
Did you really think Sylvia was 'the one' when you first saw her?
No, that would be silly. That so-called notion of instant love is just lust. Nothing wrong with that, of course. I thought she was fucking hot when I first saw her. She intrigued me.
What was your initial reaction?
Instant hard on.
On a serious note she intrigued me. Then she infuriated me, but there was something about her. It just pulled me in, and the more I got to know her… well, yeah, she got me.
How did you decide to introduce your dominant side to her? Was it easy?
No, it wasn't easy. I'd sworn off my dominant side to be honest, but Sylvia's submissiveness just called to me. We worked on it slowly with many a trigger along the way. With Sylvia's past I knew I had to tread carefully. I also knew she needed help to heal, and we got there in the end.
he scowls and balls his hands into fists
Let's just say the bastard she was married to is lucky that he was dead already. I'd have taken great delight in re-arranging his features and make him eat his balls.    shudder, glad I'm on his good side
Did the existence of Hard Head make what followed harder or easier. (I'm not talking about the wheezing and bruising?)
laughs and covers his balls
Skit, I'd thought he'd broken me there for a while. After that introduction the only way was up, really. He made it easier to get to Sylvia, and yeah, I may have exploited the fact that we instantly got on to get his mother into my bed…
All's fair in love and war, right? He's a great kid. Any man would be proud to be his step dad.

Now quick fire one, (well okay two or three) word answers. I want the first thing that comes into your head when I say.
 Silk or satin
On Sylvia? Neither, I prefer her naked. smiles that sinful grin
If you're talking bedcovers, silk.
Ribbon or rope
Rope evil grin
Chocolate or cheese
Chocolate only when dribbled on… winks
Otherwise cheese
Summer or winter
Mrs. Robinson
Delightfully nosy neighbour preens
Ice cream
Life changing
Now please describe yourself in 10 words
Actor, husband, Dom, father, son, brother, good with my hands
And Sylvia the same
Beautiful, generous, submissive, strong, mother, passionate, honest, caring, sexy, and the love of my life. Yeah, I know that's more than ten. Deal with it.

And me… no I don't mean that
laughs Are you flirting with me, Raven? You should know by now I'm a one woman man these days. If I didn't have Sylvia, however…
Er Can you open the wind… oh I've asked that, oh sod it, just do a twirl…

bends over Raven's hand and kisses it with a wink


It was my pleasure, my dear.


When international movie star Sven Larsson meets young widowed mom of three, Sylvia, the sexual chemistry between them is instant and explosive—and plastered all over the papers. Sven needs to repair his damaged reputation. The last thing he needs is another scandal, but the Dom in him can't resist the challenge Sylvia represents.
Having survived an abusive marriage, Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a man of Sven's reputation. Her submissive side can't help but be drawn to him, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. She can't help but fall in love with the private, broken Sven—even if he doesn't do love.

With the paparazzi breathing down their necks at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they ever be able to find happiness?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking


George finally stopped the car, and before Sylvia could determine where they were, Sven produced a blindfold out of nowhere.  He tied the thing over her head, and forestalled any protest she might have uttered with a heart-stopping kiss.
"No peeking now." Sven's low voice in her ear, one arm ‘round her waist, was the strongest aphrodisiac ever. Sylvia was sure she would simply dissolve into a puddle of drool were he not holding her up. The cool night air skittered across her heated skin, and the gentle sounds of lapping water made her wonder where they were.
Her heart leapt in her throat, not from fear but anticipation. She could never be afraid when Sven was holding her so carefully. The whispered conversation with George in Swedish was interspersed with laughter, whilst she leaned against the Jag, desperately trying to control her breathing and telling the sensible side of her brain to fuck off. She was done with being sensible, and, whatever happened over this weekend, she was going to meet it head on.
"Bye, Sylvia." George's laughter made her wave her hand in the general direction of his voice, and then she was back in Sven's arms. His by now familiar scent wrapped itself round all her female senses.
She couldn't stop the squeaky protest of her last remaining sensible brain cells escaping, and his answering amused chuckle in her ear had heat rising in her cheeks.
"Trust me?"
Did she trust him? Now that was one hell of a question. The tenseness of his arms matched the tremor in his voice.
"Baby? We won't do anything you don't want to do, I can promise you that. I can call George back right now if you've changed your mind."
The heat of his body surrounded her like a physical caress and stoked the fire in her belly to flashpoint as he waited for her answer. Everything seemed to be heightened in those few moments. The sounds of the water, the creak of ropes, the breeze that lifted the hem of her skirt, and Sven's heavy breathing, as his hands skimmed across her back and up to her neck to tilt her head up. Feather light kisses whispered across her face, and his warmth surrounded her. The only place their bodies touched was his hands and his lips on her skin as he murmured in Swedish in-between kisses, and she couldn't help the sigh of delicious anticipation as her body relaxed into the sensations assaulting her.
"I should warn you, though. I have every intention of convincing you that you need to stay with me, and, once I get inside you, I shall not let you go. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be hoarse from screaming my name."
The growled words zeroed straight to her core and left a trail of fire in their place. Not caring where they were anymore, she groped blindly until her fingertips connected with the cotton of his shirt. Bunching the thin material in her fists, she pulled him toward her until her breasts were pressed flat against his shirt, and she could feel his thundering heartbeat match her own.
"I haven't changed my mind, Sven. Please I want you inside me now."
"Thank fuck for that, baby, and hold onto me."
Before she could draw another breath, he lifted Sylvia against him. Her dress rose up high as she automatically locked her legs around his hips. One shoe clattered to the ground, and the cool breeze on her exposed backside hitched her own arousal even higher. Sven rushed to carry her indoors. Every bounce against him brought her wet and aching pussy in direct contact with the rock-hard erection straining through his jeans. The friction his movements created against her clit brought her closer and closer to another release, and her hips moved against him of their own accord, whilst she whimpered her need into his shoulder.
A door banged shut behind them, and Sven's vicious curse rumbled through her. He pinned her against a wall, and his body held her up, his hands stilling her hips.
"Don't you dare go without me, Sylvia, not until my cock is in you, filling you, making you mine. I want that tight cunt of yours squeezing my cock this time."
Sylvia almost screamed as his hand found her slick folds and ripped her knickers clean off. Her need to get herself closer to those clever fingers overwhelmed her completely. Her needful whimpers hung in the air between them as Sven probed her entrance. He stretched her, and his mouth found hers. His tongue mimicked his fingers as she once again hovered on that painful edge.
A nip of teeth on her lips made her groan in frustration at the loss of his fingers.
"Sven, please, I need…"
"What, lady, what do you need … this?"
A hard thrust of his still-clothed cock had her bite in his shoulder, helpless with the need to have him inside of her. God, what was happening to her? This wild creature begging him to fill her wasn't her, was it? But she was going to explode if he didn't do something, anything.
"Give me a minute to get out of these fucking trousers."
The loss of his body felt like a physical ache. Every atom in her body craved his touch, his scent, fuck, just him, and she helplessly squeezed her thighs together, intensifying the ache only he could fill. Time went agonizingly slowly as she listened to the rustle of clothing, accentuated by their heavy breathing until the rip of foil raised her anticipation to fever pitch again.
Yes, please yes…
He gripped her thighs with his strong hands, and spread her wide. With Sven's agonized growl in her ear he lifted her against the blessed wall again, and his cock nudged her entrance.
"God, you're so wet, so ready, baby. I wanted to take this slow, but I can't. Fuck, I want you so much." 
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Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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