Wednesday, 16 August 2017

#MidWeekTease where is this going...?


I've written this and now...well, where is it going next...

~"Henry, honey, I've lost my libido. Can you help me find it?"
"Check your wardrobe." Aesop Henry—known for obvious reasons to all and sundry as Henry, he swore he'd kick the ass of anyone who ever called him by his given name—didn't look up from his paper. "I haven't seen it."
That's for sure.
MacKenna—known to all and sundry as Kenna—snorted and wondered if smothering your husband with the Barbados Advocate daily paper, because he didn't listen to a word you said, could be counted as justifiable homicide. After all a missing libido was a big thing.
So was the rest.

"We've forgotten excitement."
Okay, don't worry, I'll get some when I go out later."
Yeah, where? Certainly not with me. Friday night football, swear and moan a lot sessions were strictly men only.
"We need some kink."
"Try the supermarket."
I'll give him the supermarket. In between the fresh greens and the avocados maybe?
"I thought that new hardware store might be more useful."
"You know best." Henry looked up from the paper, smiled at her, shook his head and looked down again. "Bloody Marlins are crap."
"After all how else can you shackle me to the bed and make me come over and over again? We're fresh out of them."
"Yeah, just make a list."
"And I thought after that a little wax play, or even blue ball syndrome for you when you have to wait as well, could be on the books. You know where I say fuck off, you're no Dom and never have been, and yeah, I'll go to the hardware store for some kink. I bet Lester Ramsey would be more than willing to find me some."
"He's really willing that guy."
Kenna saw red, and it wasn't the color of the cushions Henry leaned against.
"After the last time he propositioned me between the fly swatters and the clothes lines I know that. He offered to try them both out with me. Maybe I should have said yes."
"Yeah, that… hold on." The paper went down and Henry stood up. "He what?"
"I thought the idea of me him and a fly swat might attract your attention."
"It was the clothes line that did it. We just bought one."
"Oh for fucks sake Henry. Listen up. I'm horny, and want to get laid. And not on a Sunday between the fishing and the football. Oh and not a wham bam in out that's yer lot flat on my back way either. We need to add spice, and no not the bloody sort that's in the cupboard either."
"Kink."
"Exactly."
"Bloody hellfire woman why didn't you say so. Hold on." Henry rummaged in his fishing box and drew out an envelope. "Read through that and answer yes no or maybe…" He picked up the paper again. "And don't ever wear a bra or panties when we're alone."~

So what next?

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Happy reading,
love Raven x

Monday, 14 August 2017

The Gluten Free Author's guide to goodies or not... A ponder on sauce.


Yes that's rights. Sauce. Not saucy or risqué. Sauce of the ketchup kind.



Specifically as to how the so called same make of ketchup is not actually always the same.

You all know what I'm talking about I reckon. When I was little (many, many moons ago, I admit) it was knows as the 57 varieties. Goodness knows how many there are now. Especially as their tomato ketchup comes in more than one 'variety'.

I say variety, I mean recipe of course. Depending what country you are depends on what you  get in your bottle. (Be it squeezy or not)

And therein lies a problem. Because it means your fail safe put on the happily found g-f burger, isn't necessarily g-f.

(I don't even look for brown sauce. That's a nightmare)

As I found out, ketchup-wise, to my detriment on a recent holiday. Luckily before I'd actually dipped my chips in it my husband (bless him) had put some ketchup on his plate tasted it and remarked it neither looked or tasted as he expected. Even making allowances for the weather.

I checked the ingredients. Not the same, and it didn't specify if it was spirit, wine, or malt vinegar. Even the tomato content was different. I erred in the side of caution, ate my burger sauce-less and cussed the fact I'd not thought I'd need good old UK ketchup with me.

The lesson? Read the labels, read the labels, even if it is a well known familiar brand.

And pack your ketchup.

Or of course nip to a farmer's market stock up on tomatoes and make your own



Happy (and g-f where needed) eating,

love Raven x

Both pics, pinterest

Sunday, 13 August 2017

#SexySnippets With A hot man in a hot place

Seven consecutive sentences...one book or WIP. Time to tease and tantalise you.



That's #SexySnippets




As I've just had a book out set in Hong Kong, (In his Hands) and that, combined with a visit from the friend who nagged me to write Hong Kong Heat, made me reread HKH

So my #SexySnippets is from the latter.


  
“I know,” he said softly as he ran his fingers through her hair, and kissed the soft skin beneath her ear, “that you make such sexy little purrs when I kiss you here.”
“And here makes you wriggle and moan,” he added as this time it was the nape of her neck. 
“Ohh and here makes you wet and needy and hot, hot, hot.” 
He rolled them over so she was beneath him and ran his fingers over her cheek, across her chest and dipped it into the valley between her breasts. His grin was wicked as he slid his hand under the lacy cup of her bras and nipped her nipple. 
“And you groan, yes, like that... groan for me, love, sigh your arousal, show me what I do to you. Close your eyes, let go and enjoy my touch. 


Hong Kong Heat is available from Amazon, Kobo 

and


both as an eBook and paperback

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Happy reading,

love Raven x

Saturday, 12 August 2017

Words... and stuff... My weekend ramblings. Sell fish anyone?

I'm pondering.



Years ago I remember two kids standing in the lane, leaning on their bikes, arguing. It went something like this.
"Youse selfish." (We're in Scotland youse is colloquial)
Second child flung his bike down. "I dae not. Ah've got a paper round."

After I'd managed to walk on by, not snigger out loud or drop my bag of groceries, I wondered how many other words sound like something else, or have different meaning in different part of the country.

I mean we've all done the Chinese whisper thing, where chocolate and wine ends up as jockstrap and mine, or whatever, but this was said at the top of their voices and in an accent they both had. Made me giggle.

When we moved from one side of the country to the other, my kids learned that far from meaning great, or fabulous, 'doss' or 'dossic' now meant awful or horrible. Think of 'chill' or 'don't sweat'. How many of you outside 'Geordie-land know what a worky ticket is? Or elsewhere, a fly boy? Wide Boy? A bit of a geezer? Jack the lad?

When I lived in Staffordshire an oatcake was a flat pancake sort of thing. 


In Scotland it's a savoury biscuit. 


Fruit cake and fruit loaf depending on the tin it is cooked in. (A bit simplistic but you get the gist) Or, buns, baps, and rolls.

Language is amazing. Fabulous...and full of pitfalls. As an author, it's damned hard not to get caught out sometimes. Especially if a word or phrase is used where you live and even a few hundred miles away they have no idea what you mean. 

How many names do you know for a narrow road behind a house? Lane, alley, ten foot, airey. Loan, lonnen, wynd, path and passage to name but a few.

And what about these? Glasgow Kiss... Bam head... Hadaway... Jujubes... Kalai... Grockle... Cassie... The list is endless. 

And that of course is before all the more common slang we can hunt out.

I love looking these words up and expanding my vocabulary. Learning new phrases, savouring new sayings. What about you? Do you fancy a wee donder?

And on that note I'm not off to donder up the lane, or even swallow my thesaurus, but make a cup of coffee and get back to my edits. Which I should be doing but got sidetracked by my ed asking me to somehow add an explanation for a word I'd used. (Leg-shackled... ie to be married)

For those of you who actually read this, many thanks. I talk to myself much too often. Luckily I always answer as well, and try not to be too argumentative. Or sell fish.

Happy reading,

love Raven x

Nb...all pics, source, pinterest.

Wednesday, 9 August 2017

#MidWeekTease With a cover reveal and a sub stuck between a rock and a hard place...


Yep, my #MidWeekTease is my new book cover. 

The Cleaner

Coming from Evernight Publishing on 25th August.

The last book in the Death Isle series



Rhonda Verene never thought she’d find herself pregnant and on her own with no means to get hold of the father. If only she hadn’t deleted his number in anger.
There is only one thing for it, pull up her soon to be maternity knickers and find the one bit of family she had left—her brother.
Dan Traynor hated having to leave Rhonda behind. When your country needs you, however, you act. Besides, it’s not every day you’re offered a job with the dispatchers.
It’s not every day your ex crashes your workplace in search of her missing brother either, never mind the whole becoming a daddy issue.
With everyone’s life in danger, the time hardly seems right to resume their relationship, but love always finds a way.
Especially on Death Isle.
~~~~~
He was so good at making her want more.
How could she have ever sent him away? He was the only person who could make her feel like this—alive, ready to do whatever her Sir told her. To wait, patiently—almost—as he gave her the attention she required and allowed and encouraged her to fly and sink into that perfect sub space of knowing she was his. Rhonda moaned as her ass warmed and her breathing sped up. It was a dream, surely? Nothing as good as this sense of belonging had been hers since he went. But it seemed oh so real. It had to be real.
He’d come back. Joy filled her along with arousal. Her thighs were damp and her clit hard. The pulse between her pussy and ass throbbed as she waited for what might, just might happen next.
“Hello, my sweetness. Is my pet ready for me?”
“Yes, Sir. Oh yes.”
The heat and the intensity of his gaze as he stroked her cheek, the way his eyes sparkled and his lips quirked, were enough for her nipples to become hard stinging nubs. His cock—oh my his magnificent cock—the tip shining with the evidence of his arousal, made her throat dry and her body tingle. He bent and took one of those hard nubs into his mouth with a nip and a bite at the same time as his dick pressed against her pussy. Rhonda moved restlessly, inched nearer and gave into one long, breathy moan of need. She was eager to taste him, experience him inside her once more and relieve the heightening tension and arousal that flooded through her body.
“Enough, sweetness. I say when, do I not?” He pinched her non-bitten nipple. “Your arousal is mine to give or deny. Be a good little pet and all will be yours.”
That sharp instantaneous pain made her jump, even as he spread her legs and positioned his cock at her entrance.
“Ready? I’m going to ride you hard and fast. Hear you scream my name and thank your Sir. For we both need this don’t we, pet? Get ready and …”
“No…” Her scream echoed around the room. “God, no, the baby, n…” She opened her eyes.
Her ass hurt for all the wrong reasons.
It was a bloody dream.
She’d fallen asleep sitting at the table and half slipped off the bench. So one cheek was on cushion and one on wood and the crack of her ass was wedged most uncomfortably between the two.

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happy reading,

love Raven x

Sunday, 6 August 2017

#SexySnippetsWith hot sex in a cold barn...


This week I've been rereading one of my older stories to get the flavour for a new one that's niggling me.



When human Ari Mackintosh lets wolf shifter Jacob Wolfe know she fancies him, fur and sparks fly. Especially as Jacob isn't a mere shifter. He's the Alpha of his pack and a Dom to boot.
Jacob cannot believe his luck when he discovers that the woman he’s been lusting after from afar not only knows about shifters, but is turned on by seeing him shift. It becomes clear that Ari knows far more than she ought to when she recognized him in his wolf form.
It challenges Jacob, as it’s his duty to keep the pack safe. There are rules to follow—rules that he breaks one by one, as he cannot resist Ari’s natural submissiveness.
When push comes to shove and Jacob reveals his secrets, he is fully aware that they might send Ari away screaming.

He has to take the chance and trust that she will stay.

(they are in a barn)
“Who’s not fucking who properly, eh?” He gasped the words as he set up a hard and fast rhythm. “Who needs to watch her mouth? This little subbie does, that’s who.” He withdrew to the tip of his cock, circled her clit with it and then pushed into her so harshly she almost hit the straw full length. Only his hand holding her in place saved her.
The feel of being stretched further than she thought possible, his balls slapping her sensitive skin, and his hand on her nipple as he pinched hard and then bit her nape once more, made her shivers increase to the point of pain, and all the hairs on her body stand on end~~~
~~~
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Just in case...




Happy reading,

love Raven x