Monday, 22 May 2017

The Gluten Free authors guide to goodies—or not

Welcome to another hmmm, please dear Supermarkets tell people what gluten free, and coeliac means.

This isn't directed at any one specifically, but more a general plea. As an increasing number of shops increase their gluten free selection of foods, it would be great to know that all their staff, permanent or visiting to do a tasting or whatever, know what coeliac and gluten free means.

For instance, the other day, someone was handing out pieces of a new chocolate bar in one of my local supermarkets. When I asked if it was gluten free I was met with a blank look and told 'well it's suitable for vegetarians'!

Oh good, but is there gluten  in it?

The poor girl had not a clue what I meant and when I asked to look at the packaging I'm not sure what she thought I was about to do. Stamp on it? Hightail it to the door with a chocolate bar waving it above my head?

Neither of course. I just checked the ingredients and gave her a quick (because she asked me to) explanation of gluten and barley, rye, oats (for some people not all) and wheat. (BROW for reference.)

It made me think. (Yes I do ponder on occasion.) How many people really do understand that for more people than is generally thought, not to eat gluten isn't a lifestyle choice but a necessity. 

You see, when people with coeliac disease eat foods containing gluten, their immune system responds by damaging the finger-like villi of the small intestine.

That's the upshot of it. But of course on its way to doing that, different people react in different ways. None of them pleasant.

So yeah, anyone who is Coeliac or gluten intolerant steers clear of gluten like the plague.

And I so wish supermarkets made sure everyone knows about it.

But, on a good note, has anyone tried Sainsbury's fresh gluten free bread? It's absolutely gorgeous, and as far as I can remember what bread with gluten tastes like, it's the same. Put it this way, I've eaten very few sandwiches over my non-gluten years due to the fact the bread just didn't taste that good unless it was toasted. Not horrible, just not how I wanted a sandwich to taste.
And now... *drum roll* okay a g-f roll, and only one because Ive eaten the other one...

Heaven...I've even eaten it with only butter on. A true test I reckon.

Thumbs up there, Sainsbury's.

(source, pinterest)

Happy eating,

love,  Raven x

Sunday, 21 May 2017

#SexySnippets time. With an explanation about sex and love.

Although I had a book out last week 
(The Earl and the Courtesan, Totally Bound)

The Carpenter, a Kera Faire, Death Isle book is out on Tuesday 
(from 23rd May)

Today's #SexySnippets is from neither. 
I figured you're probably ready for a change.

"Sex without love? It's fine if that's what you want, but for me, it's like coffee no cream, Fred, no Barney,  or well Baby no Johnny. Just wrong, sterile, bland, missing something and mechanical. But with us it's not just not sex, it's making love. Two halves of one whole."

"I know. That's why I'm here in your arms, sated, happy and oh so well loved, we know the difference."

(WIP as yet unnamed.)

Catch the other #SexySnippets here

Happy reading,

love Raven x

Thursday, 18 May 2017

The Crazy, Mixed-up Week of Raven...and it's not over yet...

So, we've got to Thursday.
what a week so far. 

I know things in Ravenland can be hectic, and chaotic, but this week takes the biscuit in the nicest possible way.
I've had edits and a book out, and I'm sorting blog posts for another book out next week.
So what you might say. That's great.
Yes it is but I've gone from one extreme to the other and survived to tell the tale.

Edits for a hot Shifter story. Cat with the Blue Eyes. (Scottish wild cat. The first book in The Cats of Craig Mhor, Evernight Publishing)

A not so hot but warmish Regency romance is out via Totally Bound. The Earl and the Courtesan, the first book in the Daring Ladies series

Finished the first draft of a not hot contemp. A chick lit maybe? No idea where I'm going to sub that. 

'Met' my editor for my revamped YA shifter series (Shalea written as J. Lilley now for Opal Moon Press)

Sorting blog posts for The Carpenter (hot dark romance from Evernight, and written as Kera Faire.) That's out on 23rd...

And all that by Wednesday.

I'm now doing a final read through of the 3rd Shalea book, Accepted before I send that off. Then it's back to Regency, Daring Ladies and Maria's story.

That's just the authory stuff. 

I love it all.

Did I mention I've slowed down?

Happy Reading,

love Raven x

Wednesday, 17 May 2017

#MidWeekTease When Jamie begins to wonder who needs his help...

Welcome to #MidWeekTease.

And yes, as my Regency romance The Earl and the Courtesan is now on early download from Totally Bound here and can be preordered on Amazon here I just have to take my tease from it.

Plus...It means I can show off this amazing graphic by Emmy Ellis at Posh Gosh.

Once a courtesan, not always a courtesan. It’s time to move on, and who better to do it with than a rake?
Theresa Kyle, ex-courtesan, will not kowtow to any man in marriage, let alone an odious ex-pupil. When the man rejects her refusal of his proposal, she reluctantly agrees to seek help.
Jamie, the Earl of Weston, is in a fix of his own. The marriage mart is not for him, let alone a compulsory wedding due to the machinations of his mother.
A mutual friend seems to have the perfect solution. The earl and the courtesan—what better way to foil those who want to see them married against their wills?
Alas, the best-laid plans go awry, for neither had expected to fall in love. Needless to say, as far as Jamie is concerned, being a member of the aristocracy comes in handy when you need to bend the rules to your will. Convincing Theresa, however, may well be harder than winning over the ton.
(General Release Date: 13th June 2017)

and your tease...

(Maria, Theres'a friend is trying to persuade Jamie to aid Theresa, without telling him who needs his help)

“You’ve got me out of a card game at Radnor’s and dragged me here at two a.m. to ask what?” Jamie said. His impatience was obvious “Are you bosky?” He ran his hands through his chestnut hair and swore as he no doubt spoiled his immaculate Brutus cut. Luckily he did his own hair and refused to let his valet fuss. “Lord, Ria, I was winning.”
“Good, you usually do, do you not? Let him keep some of his guineas for once. He needs them. Lady Bourne is a greedy mistress, or so I am told.” Maria looked at Jamie in speculation.
He laughed and shook his head. “Never been there so I have no idea. The thought of someone wailing, ‘oh yes, oh more’, in her corncrake voice as I was in the throes of passion shrivels my cock faster than being naked in a snowstorm. You must be tight.”
“I am not drunk. I’ve had precisely three glasses of wine,” Maria told him in a testy voice. “Small ones, which, considering my companion, is a miracle. Now, listen to me. Did you or did you not tell me this situation with your mama, Lady Strawbridge and her daughter was getting worrying? That both you and Marion Strawbridge had no thoughts of each other except friendship? Indeed neither of you are emotionally engaged, and Marion actually has her sights set elsewhere?”
Jamie nodded, his mind awhirl as he pondered her words. What was she thinking? “Well, yes, but I fail to see what that has to do with me helping your friend out of a fix. Who is she anyway?” Jamie asked in a rapid manner “And why do you think if I pay attention to her it will dissuade my mama? And what is the fix? You, my dear, are being much too vague.” As Maria was usually one of the most transparent people he knew—except with regards to her clients and her crazier ideas—Jamie felt he had every right to be suspicious. “I can’t agree to anything without more information.” He had a nasty suspicion this suggestion involved both one of her clients and a crazy idea.
“Not even if it will help you?” Maria asked him with a quizzical expression. “That’s a poor showing.”
“Ah but, Ria, there’s the rub. How do I know it will without the full facts?” he asked. He had to hope she understood how serious he was It was not a subject to laugh about. “All you have imparted is that someone you know needs to get rid of an admirer and if someone else, name unspecified but of the aristocracy, showed an interest in her it might work.”
Maria bit her lip, a sign she secretly agreed with him. Jamie folded his arms and leaned against the window ledge. He knew better than to push her—it was best to let her cogitate over his words.
“I do not want to tell you who this person is if you think it unlikely you’ll be interested,” she said at last. “It would be betraying a confidence.”
Good lord, they could go round the houses forever like this. “Theoretically?” Jamie said He chose his words with care. “I am interested. But, Ria, think about it carefully. If she’s an
antidote, no one will believe I have any interest in her.” His escorting—or bedding—of beauties was well documented.
Maria shook her head and tiny tendrils of conker-colored hair slid over her shoulders. “Nothing like that, I promise you. She isn’t of your class and I’m not saying you need to look as if you’re about to marry her... Just be besotted. Set her up as your next mistress or something.” She blinked in quick succession and looked aghast. “Oh lord, you aren’t still involved with Lady Smithers, are you? That would blow it.”
Catch up with the other #midWeekTease posts here
Happy reading,
love Raven x

Monday, 15 May 2017

#MondayMotivation with Doris O'Connor's latest... (He's a hunk and a half...)

Thank you so much for having me on your blog with my new release Under his Protection. I'm so excited that Lukas and Jacqui's story is back out there.
This is a previously released title. If you've read the anthology Dominant Persuasions, you'll have met these two. I have added some new material, but it is in essence the same story, so bear that in mind if you've read it before.
Either way, I'm stoked that these two get to shine on their own now, and as my editor pointed out.... I may well write the story/stories of the other characters you meet.
Writing this story was great fun, and I hope readers will love these two as much as I do.

Jacqui Page is all set to spend her thirty-fifth birthday eating her body weight in chocolate and watching chick flicks—until her best friend drags her off to visit the local BDSM club.

Now, a birthday spanking sounds like a mighty fine idea. Especially if it’s going to be delivered by the one man she’s been secretively lusting after for weeks—her melt your panties in an instant, bad boy neighbor.

Lukas Markz can’t believe his eyes when his shy, goody-two-shoes, next-door neighbor turns up at his club, dressed as every Dom’s wet dream. He doesn’t do commitment, but witnessing her submission brings out his inner caveman. No other man is going to get to mark her soft skin or listen to the sounds of her surrender. This bundle of curves is under his protection, and he will show her what it means to be his.

This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing. 
Be Warned: BDSM, public exhibition, sex toys, anal sex

Available from Amazon  Amazon UK  Evernight Bookstrand 

Ready for a hawt excerpt?

Going on instinct and the very real need to touch her, Lukas stepped up behind her. Putting his hand over hers on the glass, he grasped her hip with his free hand, and kicking her legs apart with his foot, pulled her flush against him. There was no way on Earth she would miss his raging boner, and, sure enough, another one of those cock hardening groans came from her.
Lukas brought one of his thighs up and between her legs, and it was his turn to groan, as the wet heat of her pussy seared his thigh even through their combined clothing.
“Naughty girl, you’re soaked through.”
He dropped a kiss on the rapidly beating pulse point in her neck, and grazed his teeth along the sensitive flesh. Gooseflesh erupted on Jacqui’s skin, and her hips flexed, as though she was trying to gain purchase on his thigh. When he rubbed that limb up and down her sodden crotch, she gasped, and put her other hand on the glass, too.
“Oh, God.”
Her heartfelt plea only served to make Lukas harder, and grasping her hips with both hands he lifted her up. With her feet dangling off the floor, her whole weight rested on his thigh, and she tensed when he slid her up and down his leg.
Head down, so that her hair obscured her expression, it was still pretty damn obvious that his naughty little dove was fast hurtling toward release, and it was suddenly imperative to Lukas that she did. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought little Miss Goody Two-shoes would be this responsive, and it was fucking hot to witness. As was watching Jake and Lauren, when he flicked a glance over to the action.
“Head up and watch them, little dove.”
Letting go of her hip for a moment, Lukas fisted his hand in Jacqui’s hair. It effectively forced her to look up and see what was going on.
“Oh, fuck.”
He grinned at her response, and resuming his slow slide along her cunt, nuzzled into her neck. “Such language from you, girl. Keep that up, and a spanking won’t be the only thing you’ll get from my hands. Maybe that’s what you want though?”
He pulled back just in time to see Jake reach between him and Lauren, and grasp the end of the butt plug decorating his sub’s ass. He thrust that object in and out of Lauren’s clenching hole with one hand, while he continued fucking her pussy, and Jacqui whimpered.
It made Lukas speed up the friction he created between her legs, and his jeans grew damp with his girl’s arousal. The sweet musk of aroused woman filled his nostrils, and he pressed his advantage.
“Is my naughty girl imagining that was her cunt being fucked?”
Another little mewl escaped her, and Jacqui locked her arms better to push back against him.
Lukas bit down on the perspiration-soaked flesh in front of him, and she gave a strangled groan that made his cock twitch in need.
Soothing the red mark away with his tongue, he yanked her head sideways so that he could kiss her. Her gasp of surprise gave him access, and Lukas grunted his own need when she kissed him back. Hesitant at first and then with ever bolder strokes of her tongue, that meant he had to break the kiss, before he took her right here in the corridor, where anyone would come across them.
While that idea had merit, and his cock was all but screaming at him to claim this woman, he forced himself to pull back.
Breaths seesawing in and out, her corset had slipped with the force of her breathing. It now revealed the edge of her areolae. It made Lukas want to lean down and trace his tongue along the pebbled flesh to coax out the tight nipples poking through their restraints.
He did neither however, just drank in the sight of his woman, and dammit, she was his, even if only for tonight. Face flushed, kiss swollen lips parted, she looked breathtakingly beautiful, and his chest tightened with a rush of emotion he didn’t dare quantify.
“Open your eyes, little dove.”
He grimaced at the rough timbre of his voice, and watched in rapt fascination as her eyelids fluttered open. If he had any doubts about how aroused she was, the evidence was there in her hugely dilated pupils. Only a small ring of blue remained around the outer edges, as she tried to focus on him.
He smiled, and pulled her head back round toward the glass.
A soft, needy, sound escaped her. It was so damn fucking hot, as was the action on the other side of that window.
Lauren shook and shivered, her mouth open in a scream they couldn’t hear, as she was reaching her climax, and the rosy flush of her release could be seen all over her body.
“Oh my God.”
Jacqui’s whisper turned into a groan when Lukas resumed his slide along her cunt, and she jerked. Behind the glass, Jake pulled out the butt plug at the same time as he pulled out of Lauren’s wet cunt. Aligning himself with her gaping butt hole, he thrust in deep.
Jacqui stiffened in front of him as Jake set up a ruthless rhythm. One that Lukas mirrored with his thigh, while he continued to whisper to his girl.
“Imagine that’s you, tied for my pleasure. Your butt is still sore from your spanking, and your cunt well used, while I claim your sweet ass. Ever taken a man up the ass, little dove?”

About Doris

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-seven years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

Stalk her in these places

Sunday, 14 May 2017

#SexySnippets with a Courtesan's reason to retire.


(Graphics Emmy Ellis, at Posh Gosh @Totally Bound)

I had to use this amazing graphic because on Tuesday it will change to 'early download'

and your #SexySnippets

(Theresa is asked why she is retiring from being a courtesan)

“Why?” Theresa said. “Because I’ve had enough.” She shrugged and raised her eyebrows as she tried to put into words just how she felt. “Of men and my life as it has been. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed every minute of it, I’d be a liar if I said otherwise; but think about it, Maria. I’ve spent the last fifteen years earning my living on my back.” She snorted then took a mouthful of wine. “Well, not necessarily on my back, but you know what I mean.” 

You can preorder The Earl and The Courtesan from Totally Bound and get it on Tuesday 16th May, or from Amazon here and have it on June 13th

And you can catch all the other #SexySnippets here

Happy reading,

love Raven x

Saturday, 13 May 2017

On how to accept the rough with the smooth, and not just for yourself...

Someone said something the other day which rings oh so true.

To be an author is a bit like sailing. Sometimes you are on a calm and sunlit sea. Everything is lovely, life is good, the writing is praised and you're all set.

At other times it's a stormy sea. 

(source pinterest)

Highs and lows. You can go from the high (books selling, everyone loves you, you're really excited about something) to the lows within minutes. The lows...where your email doesn't arrive, you get a shitty review which doesn't say why someone hates your baby, you're told 'this is what you will do', and you're certain it's wrong.

Every author will eventually experience every type of sea. From the Sargasso where weeds can bog you down. To the Caribbean with long gorgeous days of positivity. To the hurricane tossed waves of self doubt and the Atlantic. And of course the short sharp passages of do this now, it's late... or whatever.

Writing is often a lonely business. We sit by ourselves in our office/study/bedroom or wherever, tapping away, full of self doubt, and never knowing if our hopefully well crafted tomes will be accepted, published or even read. Even when our baby is launched on the world there are pitfalls. Is it marketed correctly, have we missed something vital? Does it make sense? Did I get the year right for x or y.

This is where editors, come in. They are there to hone our work.

Sometimes we agree, sometimes we don't. Sometimes when you read a book, you wonder if anyone other than the author even glanced at it, it is so bad. Other times you want to high five whoever polished the story to such perfection.

And oh my goodness (carefully avoiding an expletive there), Sometimes you need a private place to let off steam. To show how excited/happy/fed up/ perplexed or f-ing mad you are. 

Somewhere the group (yes lets be honest, usually fellow authors, because after all who else understands how one tiny 'this isn't right but', 'do it my way or else', 'your title sucks', can affect you) can tell you to stop being a diva/pull your big girl panties up/build a bridge and get over it. 

Or commiserate/agree/send virtual chocolate/wine/gin/hot men/cute puppies/and rant along with you.

I will happily accept any of these thank you.

And as you can see, I'll even share.

(he's also sourced via pinterest)

We all do things different ways, like different things and there's nothing wrong with that...

It would be a boring old place if we didn't.

But...yeah that little word we get told is frowned upon... but...


Your writing life might be full of positivity, and everyone will be happy for you. (They are big ugly mardy pants if they aren't) 

However, it is a given fact that it will not always be like that. For a multitude or reasons. Some petty, some not. Some a clash of wills or personalities.

You need perspective. You also need those virtual—and actual—fellow authors to be around. to make suggestions, and to help you hang on in there.

We all celebrate the calm sea and the highs with each other, we all throw the lifebelts in the lows.

We need each other.

We really do need each other. A rant safe, happy, sad, and needed place to sound off and discover you're not alone.

And after that throw me the lifebelt, or send a St Bernard with the brandy. I'm off to hone and polish my WIP before I send it into the big bad world. And get pulled up for using big words. 

Antidisestablishmentarianism anyone?

Happy reading/writing/celebrating/moaning everyone,

love Raven xx

Ps Thank you to all those who let me rant, cry, and scream with happiness whichever is needed.