#SexySnippets with a hint of the loch...

Welcome to #SexySnippets 

Seven sentences from a book or WIP

(okay sometimes it's eight...shhh, our secret...)

Today we're in Scotland. (and its not raining)

So what better to do than go for a paddle...

...first she needed to find the sodding canoe. 

Emma knew she was a well above average swimmer, and could have, in another time and place swum for her country. But hell, it was Scotland, a deep loch and three a.m. in the morning. 

Plus she was without a wet suit and although it might allegedly be summer-ish, in Scotland the lochs were always cold as soon as you got into more than a couple of feet of water.

So swimming wasn’t on, unless, as her mum said, needs must and at the moment needs didn’t. 

After all, once she did find and get into the canoe she could paddle and ponder on everything else she had to do. 

All day a tingly, nasty ‘something is up’ itch slid down her back. It was ten times worse now, and Emma almost laughed—it was the only itch she ever had these days that she could do anything about. 

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Happy reading,

love R x

#MisWeekTease goes back... and into the future

Welcome to this week's #MidWeekTease.

I'm finishing off a Regency (that's the going back bit) which will be published in the new year. (That's the future bit) and as I'm so involved with it, I decided to give you a sneak peak. The original working title was The Biddable Wife, but as Lydia turned out to be not at all biddable, I've used the working title of Lord Birnham to the Rescue.

I've no blurb, so all I can say, is Lydia never wanted to marry, and nor did Harry, until a, he saw Lydia and b, Jeremy, his heir was pathetic. Now he has to get Lydia to agree.

This is where Harry realises Lydia is not the shy retiring wallflower she purports to be...

(unedited word vomit)

‘My lord?’ a hesitant voice said. ‘Are you well? You seem troubled.’ Good god he’d forgotten the woman sat before him. Never mind him, she was obviously in pain; he’d noticed the wince and the way she had trouble formulating her thoughts. Heavens, she’d sounded almost animated for a split second, she must not be herself.

Nevertheless fine blonde hair twisted into a complicated knot, with delicate wispy tendrils loose around her creamy cheeks, blue eyes and an hourglass figure made his body and his mind sit up and notice. He had a weakness for those attributes in a female. That half formulated plan of earlier began to niggle him again.

Jeremy must be saved from his own impetuousness. After all hadn’t he finished his diatribe by saying sullenly that whatever happened he would have his own way?

‘Will you give me the pleasure of your company on the terrace for a short while?’ Harry asked his companion, urbanely.

She looked up at him from under impossibly long honey-gold lashes. ‘Why?’

One word full of suspicion. He couldn’t blame her, he’d never ever indicated by so much as a wink or a nod that he had even a flicker of interest in her. Now it seemed Miss Lydia Field had more to her than those limpid pools of blue otherwise known as her eyes, the hair of spun silk and a figure to hold and caress indicated. Good god, now he sounded like one of those awful books he’d heard women loved to read and accused Jeremy of behaving like a character from. Why had nobody brought the lady’s delicious attributes to his attention before?

 Probably no one looked closely enough to see them. Including me.

‘The cooler air might help your pain. Plus, It had been remiss of me to neglect you,’ he said smoothly, every inch a gentleman of the ton. ‘I feel behove.’

‘Why? You have never shown the need before,’ she said bluntly, and put her hand over her mouth. ‘Oh, my lord, I do apologise at my rudeness.’

Harry laughed. ‘No don’t go and spoil it. I like this side of you.’

Did she really say ‘I was afraid of that?’

Lydia shook her head. ‘My mama would be aghast at my lack of respect. Perhaps I best return to her side before I totally blot my copybook. If you would excuse me, my lord.’ She curtseyed and began to turn.

Harry stopped her by dint of taking hold of one wrist. ‘To my certain knowledge, you, my dear have never shown you had an ounce of spirit before,’ he replied amiably. ‘It intrigues me. Perhaps we should further our acquaintance. Here, where so many other people are milling around will attract attention. The terrace is within view and will cause less interest than anywhere else.’

‘If you think that, you are deranged,’ Lydia said bluntly. Evidently she had forgotten her need to efface herself. Harry hoped she would continue to do so.

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#SexySnippets At the highland gathering...

It's #SexySnippets time again

As my village is having a Highland Gathering today, and Fraser and Morven say what they mean to each other at a similar gathering, I had to take my seven #SexySnippets sentences from The Scottish Lord's Secret Bride

blurb

Secrets never stay buried for long…

Reluctant heiress Lady Morven Weston is tired of her mother interfering in her love affairs. At almost twenty-six there’s only so many more society balls she can attend before resigning herself to life as an unmarried maid.

But when Lord Fraser Napier, the man Morven ran wild with one long, hot summer, returns to Scotland, his shocking revelations change everything. Fraser never annulled their whirlwind marriage all those years ago!

Preparing to take up his ancestral seat, Fraser’s not letting go of his secret bride that easily—he needs an heir. It’s only a matter of time before Morven surrenders to Fraser’s seductive touch and finds herself in his bed…

The next exquisite Regency romance from Raven McAllan, The Scottish Lord’s Secret Bride will whisk you off your feet and sweep you into an opulent world of scandal, secrets and desire!

And your snippet...

Fraser kissed her tenderly. ‘Let’s go and stand in front of Tam, and say what we really feel for each other—I’m yours for ever.’

Her eyes misted over. ‘And I yours.’ In the glade, under the trees, all the sounds and sights of the games faded into the background. It could have been only her, Fraser and Tam, or there could have been thousands around, it was not important—all that mattered was telling the man by her side what he meant to her.

‘I, Morven, do…’

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happy reading,

love R x

chair swivel jiggle and tgif it's release day for The End Game by Kera Faire

Yeah just got to do it...

It's no secret that Kera Faire is my, ie Raven's alter ego. The darker side.
Why?

Well it's all about hats really. 

I find it helps to get me into the mindset I need to sit down at my lap top (wherever I happen to be) and put on the correct mental hat.
Then I'm ready to write. 

I can write anywhere. Most of you (I hope) will have read my posts about that. You know, blokes reading my WIP on my lap top on a plane.

Tapping away as I sit on a hotel bathroom floor in the early hours,so I don't wake my lovely hubby up. 

Sitting by a pool and chatting to someone who then becomes a fantastic writer. (Hi Faberge) 
and so on.

But each time I have my mental hat on. Raven regency, Raven contemporary, BDSM, shifters or whatever.

And now Kera for those slightly darker stories.
As the Kera bio says...

A Scottish-based author with the love of the unexpected, Kera writes stories to make your heart miss a beat. Living in the land of spirits helps her to get into the right frame of mind, and find light in the dark side of life.

That's about right I hope.

Anyway today *drum roll* 

The End Game is out

From Evernight Publishing ~~by clicking here~~

Or from Amazon, Are and Bookstrand

Excited? You bet. Not only are these covers by Jay Aheer so amazing I cried when I saw them (happy tears), I had so much fun (and shivers of both the scary and the erotic type) writing about Astrid and Darke, Kirsten and Mac and now Emma and Milo. Oh and of course adapting an island on Loch Lomond for my Darke Isle. If I head to the lochside nearest to my house I can look over the water and see it.

Perfect. Lucky me. There's nothing nicer than being able to set a book somewhere you know.

And nothing nicer than being able to drool over such fantastic covers.

To celebrate the release of The End Game I have a copy of either of the first two books to give away to two commenters, chosen at random. 

Of course you have to comment to have a chance to win. Mind you I'd love you to comment anyway. Just so I know I'm not writing this for the benefit of the woodpecker and the two squirrels who are staring at me through the study window. It's their not so subtle way of saying 'oy, fill the nut holder up'. 

So of course that's where I'm going now,

happy reading,

love Kera/Raven...

xx

Thursday is #GuestThursday Today It's the lovely Ravenna Tate and Unyielding

Hi all please welcome Ravenna Tate to #GuestThursday,with her fab latest book

~~Unyielding~~

UNYIELDING - Tortured Love 1

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BLURB

Graphic designer Lynda Shelton has agreed to marry Mergers and Acquisitions legend Merrick Dalton for one reason only—to save her family’s company. She’s warned this is a marriage in name only. Merrick will never love her. That’s fine with Lynda because she has sworn off men.

Merrick Dalton has wanted Shelton Energy for a long time, so when he’s asked to save the company, he jumps at the chance. He has vowed never to love another woman, but Merrick can give Lynda what he’s been assured she wants—material comfort and social standing.

The one place where Merrick and Lynda connect is in bed. She has a penchant for his kinky tastes, and he stirs desire in her like she’s never known. But when their secrets surface, the reason they married turns into a dangerous game of illusions and lies.

EXCERPT

He kissed her rough and hard, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Lynda melted against him, powerless to do anything except enjoy it. Her hands circled his waist, then moved to his firm ass. He moaned deep in his throat, so she pushed his sweatpants down and reached between their bodies to grasp his cock.

“Oh, baby…” He trailed his tongue across her cheek then down to her neck, where he planted tiny bites along her jaw and collarbone. Lynda stroked him, moving her hand up and down over the entire length of his dick. “That feels so fucking nice!”

He was rock hard and slick, and she was sure she’d go out of her mind with need. Merrick moved his hand off her face and slid it between her legs, massaging her clit with one thumb while his fingers probed her wetness. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you, Lynda?”

“Yes!”

He let go of her and stepped back, then removed his sweats and tossed them across the room. When he embraced her again, he eased them both down to the floor. He covered her body with his and kissed her again, taking his time and torturing her with desire.

She moaned into his mouth and writhed against him, running her hands up and down his back and ass. He had such a beautiful body, and the way his muscles flexed under her touch left her breathless. The power emanating from this man was intoxicating. She couldn’t get enough.

Merrick released her mouth and trailed his tongue and hands over her breasts again, then spread her legs and dove between them. “I can smell how fucking ready you are for me.”

She cried out as he clamped his mouth on her pussy, sucking hard. It took mere seconds for her to come, and when he realized what was happening, he pushed two fingers into her wetness. Lynda was nothing at that moment except a body filled with lust. Her mind couldn’t process anything except Merrick and what he did to her.

Merrick moved his fingers in and out, prolonging her contractions until she could hardly breathe, and then he slid a finger into her ass. This time, it didn’t burn. It only served to make her want more inside there. She wanted him to fill her up and fuck her raw. She’d never felt this way about sex. Not even close. This man had put a spell on her and she was powerless under it, but that’s exactly where she wanted to be.

He removed his fingers and kissed her again, rough and hard. “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

“Yes … please…”

Merrick brushed a hand across her hair in a tender gesture that left her speechless, and then he sat back on his heels, lifted her hips from underneath, and plunged his dick into her pussy. She groaned loudly as the sweet sensations from his thrusting washed over her. Her back hurt from lying on the floor, but she didn’t give a shit. She never wanted this to stop.

He pulled her into a sitting position so she was on top of him, and then kissed her again, cupping her face with both hands. When he released it, he grasped her hips and moved her up and down. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me good.”

With his cock pushing all the way inside like this, Lynda gasped at the combination of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. He was so damn big! But it felt fucking incredible. She clung to his arms and shivered as the muscles in them flexed with each movement.

“Look at me.” Their eyes met, and Lynda’s heart fluttered at the expression on his face. It was a combination of pure lust and awe. “You’re my wife. You’re mine. I’m not letting you go.”

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 I've read this and it is a fab 5* read.

Happy reading,

love R x