Sunday 29 July 2018

#SexySnippets and a school for seduction

Hi everyone and welcome to this week's #SexySnippets.

I'm starting off with this...



Do you blame me? This gorgeous cover was created for me by Jay Aheer of Simply Defined Art

Miss Simpkins' School for Seduction is out on August 1st, from Evernight Publishing.

That's only three, yes, 3 more sleeps. 

Woo hoo. A chair swivel jiggle moment.

You see this book was originally, shorter and published five or six years ago and has been unavailable for around three years. 

To be given the chance to extend it, update it (because my writing has surely changed over the years) and have it published is fantastic. (I'd forgotten how hot it was. If you read it don't forget your fan)

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Blurb...

Miss Simpkins’ School for Seduction.
Where seduction is the game and success is the aim
 It seems that husbands need to be shown that their prim and proper wives can be more fun in the bedroom than any mistress, given the chance. Therefore, who better to advise the young ladies of the ton about sexual satisfaction than Molly Simpkins the ex-mistress of an Earl?
 Molly’s methods are unorthodox, and would send the dowagers into fits of apoplexy if they knew what went on behind closed doors. However, compete discretion is assured.
 Meet Flora, Lydia, Miranda, Jane and Molly herself as they introduce their partners to the sexual delights to be found in relationships that flout convention.

And here's your Seven #SexySnippets sentences...

"So, you need a good fucking, Jane? That's a turn up for the books now isn't it? And what poetic justice it is that I've been chosen as the one to give it to you? I have such a week planned out for us. I don't think you'll be able to sit comfortably, and I'm damned sure any material against your tender skin will hurt like the proverbial hell we've just melted. But then, as you'll spend the best part of the week naked it will be not only no material, but immaterial." Her nemesis laughed. To Jane, it sounded like a death knell.


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Happy reading,
Love Raven xx


Wednesday 25 July 2018

#MIdWeekTease with a hint and a ???


I really am teasing you today...

Grace Goddard is a normal, no nonsense sort of girl. The last thing she's going to do is let anyone boss her around in any way.

Until she meets the one man who can turn her inside out.

If she wants him to.

Malachi Stone is very much ready to show Grace just who is boss. If only she'll let him.

Why her, he has no idea. After all, isn't she the only woman ever to turn him down?




And that dear readers, is your lot for today... *wink*

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Happy reading,

love Raven xx


Sunday 22 July 2018

#SexySnippets from a School for Seduction

Hi all. 

Welcome to this week's 

#SexySnippets



Where I'm taking you back to regency times

 and 

Miss Simpkin's School for Seduction

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Where seduction is the game,

and success is the aim.


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"Do you want to know more about his manhood and the way it and he reacts to a warm loving and sensuous woman, or how to dance and converse at the same time?" Molly Simpkins asked with caution. As she had no idea how knowledgeable Lydia was, it would be as well to tread with caution.
"Both, I think," Lydia said in a voice full of gloom. "For if he does offer for me, and I do wed him, he is not playing with someone else when he could be playing with me," she continued, then glowered. 
"At the risk of sounding indelicate, if other women can give him what he needs then why can't I for surely we are all equipped with the same orifices?" She blushed and giggled. "Unless to be a wife renders you somehow helpless? I don't think so."

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Miss Simpkins School for Seduction will be available from Evernight Publishing in September

Catch all the other #SexySnippets here

Happy reading,

love Raven xx




Wednesday 18 July 2018

#MidWeekTease with a man who wonders what he's let himself in for

Hi everyone,

sorry this was late but I've been travelling back from France and wow what an amazing time i've had.

But in the car for 8 hours means I had no chance to do this, so here we are. A wee tease from a WIP that my or may not become a full blown book (but I hope it does)

Working title The Duke and The Dancer (Regency)


A club for unconventional females?
Never! The ton would be scandalised.
However, that didn’t matter to the members. They weren’t ton material.
As for scandal?
It was their middle name.



Chapter One

“I think M’sieur your request is unusual and perhaps unacceptable.” Why on earth was she so outraged? And why when she was in a temper did her Gallic ancestry appear so strongly? She might be named Celine Bouvier, and have a French father—a Compte who sadly did not survive the revolution, and hadn’t known he was about to become a father—but she thought of herself as Scottish. Her mama, the former Catriona Sempill, born in Peebles, and now one Lady McAlpine, of Castle Foil, would laugh and shake her head at that, and insist her papa’s side was strongest, but Celine had her doubts. After all, the only papa she knew was a Scottish laird. He—Duncan—also had a fiery temper, and she was convinced she had absorbed that from the man she adored. Nevertheless, wherever she had got it from, never before had she experienced such an instant and hot surge of anger as she did over the Duke of Anster’s suggestion.
Which she allowed, was not so unreasonable in the circumstances.
“It is not convenable.” Lud what did she sound like? Worse than even the most starchiest of the grand dames. So not like her normal unstuffy self. However what he asked for was ridiculous. Scary and impossible.
“I can not do it,” Celine added for emphasis. “Do-dhèanta.” Strange how when riled she used the language of her adopted homeland.
He raised one dark eyebrow, in supposed incredulity. “Will not or can not?”
“Either. Both. It is not possible.”
Has no one ever denied him anything before? Somehow she doubted it.
“To dance for me? In private? Surely you are wrong,” he drawled, every inch the aristocrat he undoubtedly was.
His voice gave her the most peculiar sensation, deep inside her body. Almost as if it was daring her to unwind, let herself be temped and...
And nothing. I can not, and will not let him tempt me.
 To tempt what she had no idea but the way her nerves were dancing and the fine hairs on her arm stood on end it wasn’t to read out aloud from an book to improve your mind.
“Non,” she said again. This time she hoped she sounded as if she meant it.
“Oh I think you are wrong.” There was that hint of a challenge once more.
Damn him.
“After all that is your job is it not? As a dancer, here in this establishment you are employed to dance for the customers. I am a customer; you are the entertainment. They are the facts.”
 There was little she could answer. No Sir, I am not a dancer, but the bookkeeper, who stood in for a friend who has la grippe and the owner, Madame Solange, my friend was in a panic? That wouldn’t show the club up in a good light. The last thing she wanted to do was damage the club’s reputation, but she knew her limits. To be for want of a better word, brazen, was not in her psyche.
Somehow, however, to dance to one person, in private didn’t sit well with her. It had been hard enough to dress in Mary’s costume and perform with the other girls, even though she had learned the routines for fun and exercise. It wasn’t always easy in the capital to get out and walk her fidgets off, and an energetic dance class worked almost as well.
It was a pity he was so personable, and also it seemed so intractable. The man appeared to be uninterested in her protestations. Almost Celine decided as if he asked her just to see what her reaction would be.
Her mind went into panic mode. The closure of the club. Solange and her husband destitute! All the girls cast out onto the street or working somewhere seedy. All because of her.
But then, a solo dance would surely show her up for the fraud she was anyway, so was that any better? Especially as these private entertainments had no music. The music was supposed to be in the dancer’s head.
Lord what a fix she was in.


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Sunday 15 July 2018

#SexySnippets where she has to decide to dance or flee

Welcome to this week's #SexySnippets where you can the bloggers sharing their 7 sentences here


Mine comes from a story that's been part written for a while, but is now shouting 'oy, finish me'.

Tentatively titled The Duke and the Dancer, it's another book in my Regency series, Daring Ladies.

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As a dancer, here in this establishment you are employed to dance for the customers. I am a customer; you are the entertainment. They are the facts.”


 There was little she could answer. 

No Sir, I am not a dancer, but the bookkeeper, who stood in for a friend who has la grippe and the owner, Madame Solange, my friend was in a panic? 

That wouldn’t show the club up in a good light. The last thing she wanted to do was damage the club’s reputation, but she knew her limits.


Happy reading,

love Raven xx