Sunday, 30 March 2014

#SexySnippets with love from Edan in A Dom's Decision

Hi, this is Edan...

Happy #SexySnippets day...

So Athol was worried. Do I mind our story is subtitled Athols Story?
Er no, not at is his story, I'm just lucky to be part of it. Raven has taken her #SexySnippets from A Dom's Decision...( and as I chose which part of the story for Raven to use, our story was an category best that is fantastic...)

Here, I'm ruminating over my life...

One more report and he'd leave. As it was, Absinthe the cat would give him the cold shoulder. Edan chuckled to himself. How stereotypical was he? Gay, on his own, and with a cat for a companion. And anyone who said cats were self-contained and no trouble had never met Absinthe. That cat could make her thoughts and needs known with one meow and a glare.

Yeah, not very hot is it? But our story is...

Happy Reading,

Love Athol and Edan

Oh and Raven...

and you can catch all the other #SexySnippets at 

Thursday, 27 March 2014

Is my middle name dizzy?

Maybe today it should be. Not only do I need to stay awake to do a facebook chat at 10pm my time to do a FB chat on Sweets Books—hope you'll join me so I'm not billy-no-mates—(yee ha and no nails left, I'm a wuss), but I have a book out today.

And yesterday my YA alter ego, J. Lilley did as well. (Wee plug, The Shalean Moon the complete series )

I said yes to the FB chat and then began to worry. Hell I'm still worrying. Who wants to even see it? Who'll chat? Will anyone chat? What do I talk about? Why would anyone find me interesting? you know all the usual worries.

But I pulled up my big girl panties and, even though I got a chance to chicken out I didn't. Because hey, I am a big girl... Well an old girl anyway, and whatever anyone else thinks, I'm damned proud of the way I'm now a multi-published best selling (yes really, even if it was in tiny categories lol) author.
The joy, of when someone asks what I do, and I say 'oh I write...'

Of course they then ask what, and I go, oh so nonchalantly, erotic romance...

Oh I say and YA novels but I must admit, I love the reactions I get. They vary from the sweep away the coat in case I contaminate them, to the ohhh wow, let me take the details to the inevitable, yeah I always wanted to do that.

Well so did I and I do...

Not that it was plain sailing, but I persevered and here we are with book number, oh around 60 I think...


I love the thrill of release day, even more than I love the fizz we celebrate with. Becasue I pinch myself and realize that, at alst, I'm doing something I love, people like it, and oh boy I get paid for it...

So dear lovely readers (or reader if there's only one of you) Thank you.

And to celebrate A Dom's Decision, Athol's Story, book 2 in Dommisimma,  

I''m sharing other stuff...

the blurb for instance...

When is a Dom not a Dom? When it stops him from being with the man he loves…
Athol Donaldson lost many people in his life, his lover, his family, his twin. The latter loss seems hardly worth moaning over. Affric caused nothing but trouble when alive, and now, he seems intent on causing trouble from beyond the grave.
It forces Athol to seek out the one man he's never forgotten.
Eden Murdoch has no intention of letting Athol slip through his fingers again. He's lost him once, and as they're forced to pull together to unravel the mystery surrounding the parentage of a teenage girl, their love for each other blossoms.
Surely, being Doms doesn't mean they can't compromise? Will they be able to work out their differences, and find lasting happiness, or will this blast from the past prove to be their final undoing?

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Oh and well I really meant  magnets, post cards of the cover *Drool* oh and a couple of key rings. And a copy or three of anything from my Ebook back list.

But hey, uness you comment I won't know who wants to play and have a chance to be chosen...

so, let me know which of my covers (check them out on ) and tell me why...

or not if you don't want to...

Hve a nice day...

Love  R x

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

#MidWeekTease with Athol and Edan

Chair swivel jiggle

A Dom's Decision, Athol's Story, Dommisimma book 2 is out from Evernight Publishing tomorrow...

so where else to take my


"I'll explain all I know later," Athol said. "It's too much to rush."
Edan nodded. "All set then. Shall we walk, it's only five minutes?" The town wasn't that big.
"Yeah, I've left my car near the cinema, I wasn't sure where, or even if I'd find you to be honest." Athol waited until Edan had locked the door and walked next to him down the corridor. "This was my first choice. I thought you might work late at this time of the year." He didn't say how he knew Edan was still working at the uni, and Edan decided not to ask. It was easy enough to check the staff lists if you were interested. He had a brief flare of hope that maybe Athol had been keeping tabs on him. He had to admit that after the first year or so, when they'd agree to disagree, he'd forced himself not to search the net for Athol's name, in case he found out Athol was settled down with someone who could be everything he wanted. That thought was enough to bring him out in a sweat, and not in a happy, excited, and aroused way.
Edan could smell Athol's scent, the citrus fragrance he had always thought of as all Athol. Once upon a time he'd thought he might wake up and savor that particular perfume each morning, but it didn't happen. Yeah, once upon a time, fairy story maybe, but it wasn't one with a happy ending. Ah well shit happens. He'd done his best to carve out a good life and successful career. However Edan wouldn't care to count how often he'd woken up, rolled over, and put his hand out to feel … nothing.
"Shall we go down Cutthroat Vennel?" Athol used the nickname they'd chosen for a tiny twisting alleyway between two main streets. "Ah, I well remember the times we'd dodge chicken vindaloo and drunken undergrads in there."
Edan chucked. "Oh the good old days, eh? Yeah, why not, the restaurant is just three places along on the left when we get out the other end." He followed Athol and admired the way he walked.  Bloody hell, I've got it bad.  "Nice ass,"
Athol turned round and gave him the finger. "Like you'll get to find out," he said.
Bugger. Edan rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner. "Sad but true, but it works both ways, you know."
Athol went white and Edan could have bitten his tongue out.
"Sorry," Edan said, quietly. "Feet in mouth syndrome. You make me feel like a gauche teenager on his first date. Wondering if he's going to find out what it's all about and not really knowing what 'it' is."
Athol shrugged. "C'est la vie. I know. We're both too sodding stubborn for our own good. Is this it?" He gestured toward a green door.
Edan nodded and pushed the door open. "Yeah, should be easy to get a table at this time of night. No undergrads around, the tourists are all back in their hotels and the pubs haven't shouted last orders." He was right, there was only one table occupied by an elderly couple who were drinking what looked like tea.
"Well fuck me, you two? I thought the last lot of mushrooms must be dodgy, and I was hallucinating when I saw who walked in. Got over your snits and sorted yourselves have you? About time." Ashok MacAulay, co-owner of Ephnash walked between the tables and gave each of them a bear hug. "So, when's the ceremony?" He looked from one to another, and his face darkened. "Oh shit, you're still up yourselves instead of up each other eh?" He shook his head. "What a bloody waste of hot bods and time. Ah well, I'll heat you up in other ways. Grab a table and plonk your butts."
Edan took one look at Athol and burst out laughing at the same time as Athol.
"That's us told," Athol spluttered as he swung out a chair from a table with no one sitting close by. "Bum on seat, Ede, do as the man said."
Edan obliged. "God, he always was bossy."
"I heard that," Ashok said as he came toward them with some menus. "And I concur. So, you want to see the menu, or do you trust me? Nothing hallucigenic anywhere within sight I promise."
Edan glanced at Athol, who nodded his agreement." Yes fine, and two bottles of Singa please."
"I'm driving," Athol said quickly. "I'll have water."
 Edan could hardly believe how hollow his stomach felt at the words. What had he expected? "I have a spare room if you're interested. No strings." He waited as shivers crawled over his spine, and goose bumps appeared on his arms. Why did it matter so much? He'd said no strings, and he meant it, so it wasn't as if anything more would happen.
After what seemed like an hour, and Edan's nerves were stretched so far he reckoned if anyone touched him he'd screech and hit the ceiling, Athol nodded slowly.

"Then I'll have the beer as well please, Ashok."

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Happy Reading, Love R x