Wednesday 30 April 2014

#MidWeekTease... Want to share a secret?

And I have Arc's of Secrets Shared Diomhair book one which is out on Friday from (and even up for preorder if you want...)

So where else should my tease come from?

“When I get you into my playroom, Jess, will you play? Or will you safe word out before we start? It’s not a room for the fainthearted, and although I promise not to go further than I think you can take, it won’t be a few taps and over session. I’ll push you and make you think—or not think as the case may be. You may hate me, never speak to me again, and God forbid, even try to pull the plug on the club.”
How dare he? She may not be at ease with everything he was telling her, but she wouldn’t be vindictive. “I wouldn’t do that,” Jess said, hurt more than she’d believed possible by his throwaway remark. “I might not be happy with what happens, but I won’t know until I try now, will I? Hell, you might not be happy either, who knows? But I wouldn’t spit my dummy out, or cry, ‘it’s a nasty place, shut it down’. Horses for courses, and all that. It’s just I don’t know what my course is yet.”
“I’m sorry,” David said, in a sincere voice. “That comment was crass and uncalled for. You see, Jess”—he keyed the security code into his door and they walked inside—“I’m unsure as well. What if I’m not the Dom for you? That would shatter me. I might have only known you for what, oh, a few hours, and never ever believed in that instant recognition stuff before, but I do now. And so, believe me, I’m scared, worried, shaking even, that I won’t be able to give you what you need. I’m certain you’re the one for me, but what if I’m not the one for you?”
I never thought of that. On an impulse Jess stood on her tiptoes and kissed his forehead. Why there, she had no idea except it seemed symbolic. There again she had no idea what symbol. Argh, I’m losing the plot here. Can we not just get on with it? She realised David was waiting for her answer.
“Well, unless we try we’ll never know, will we...?” she said, and paused. “Sir.”
The long, level look he gave her made Jess squirm. It was one of deliberation and consideration, and it scared and excited her in equal measures.
lked passed her to a door almost hidden in the wood panelling and busied himself with a keypad hidden under a flap of wood. Jess followed him with her eyes. For some reason she felt glued to the spot. He hadn’t told her not to move, so why did she feel it would be wrong to do so?
Jess wouldn’t have been surprised to see her blood pumping through her veins. Her heart was thumping so hard, she felt like a whole regatta was using her body as a training ground and their oars were working overtime to get them round the course. She knew this room was here, even if it had been no more than another storeroom in her childhood, but fear of the unknown changed everything. How would it have changed? Was it still one large, high-ceilinged, impersonal box? It was only then that Jess realised how she’d magnified her childhood terrors. Fear that came through a fire that had destroyed most of her home and had made an impressionable young girl wonder what magic powers certain areas held to be spared. Now she could see the silly games her imagination had played, but still, it was a giant step.
“Go inside. Take your clothes off and wait for me. If you need a robe until we start, there should be one in the closet. That’s in the anteroom before you go right inside. The playroom is where I’d like you to wait. I’ll be a few minutes. And Jess?”
She looked up at him and swallowed. One hundred per cent Dom. The sight took her breath away and dried her mouth. He hadn’t changed his clothes, it was still David. However, somehow she knew his mindset was different, and he was focused in a way he hadn’t been earlier. It was no game. This was for real.
“Yes, Sir?” Damn I’m sounding like a stuck record now.
“I’m proud of you.”

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Sunday 27 April 2014

#SexySnippets Secrets Shared

Happy Sunday everyone. Hope you're all well.

I'm in the middle of a submission answer waiting session and can't settle at anything.  (apart from inbox checking, eating chocolate and mainlining on coffee.)

But I can do a chair swivel jiggle when I realize it's not long until Secrets Shared, Book One Diomhair is avaiable from (May 2nd) in fact its avaiable for pre order now.

Woo Hoo

So #SexySnippets anyone?

As he grabbed the door handle and pulled the door open, Jess sat up and released her seatbelt.

David realised with a pang of regret he’d been looking forward to doing that little thing for her. Any ordinary sub would wait for her Sir to do that, but she’s no ordinary anything—or a sub, he reminded himself.

He held out his hand and Jess ignored it and swung her legs out of the car. He stood his ground and blocked her exit.

“Excuse me.” Her voice was one hundred percent frost.


“I never excuse bad manners.” David said in an even tone.

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Love R x

Sunday 20 April 2014

I'm late, I'm late for a very important date... #SexySnippets

My fault...

Happy Easter

Hope you have a good day, and this wee snippet from my WIP makes you giggle...

(from Nina's Dom, where we meet Athol and his helping, once more)

"What are you hatching, Athol Donaldson?"
"Me?' Athol opened his eyes so wide he looked like an owl. "Cluck, cluck. Chickens hatch eggs, not Athols. Me? I don't hatch anything."

"Hmm. Plotting, planning, scheming, thinking of doing something that may or not be detrimental to me and my health. I suspect that innocent who me look. I know you too well."

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Love R x

Sunday 13 April 2014

#SexySnippets Secrets Shared

Happy Dance,

Welcome to #SexySnippets. Where we give you a 7 sentence tease from a book or a WIP.
(we're not too exact because let's face it sometimes you need that extra sentence to round the snippet off)

Secertes Shared, book one of Diomhair is up for pre-order tomorrow from so of course I have to pick my seven-ish from there.

Diomhair, a castle in Scotland that houses a very exclusive BDSM club...what happens there, stays there...

“As I was saying, nice, ordinary, safe sex, thank you. Yes, there was a time when I had a female lover, and no, I don’t want one now. Nor do I want whipped, flogged, bound or gagged. Waxed, scored, scratched or whatever else goes on. Not. For. Me.” She knew her breathing was choppy, and it wasn’t just from fear.

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Love R x

Friday 11 April 2014

Get your coffee... sit down and enjoy The Mating Project teaser...

I make no bones about how close Doris O'Connor and I are. I'm her youngest's grandma, adopted by most of her other kids, and she's a daughter/friend/special person to me. I can ring/text/Skype her at any time, day or night, and moan/highfive/cry/laugh and know she'll be straight with me. Be it saying forecfully suck it up woman, or sending hugs. Just what a true friend does.

With this fantastic book, yes, I have a head start. We are both very open and honest about how we 'redit' each other's work. Redit: to red pen something. I redited this. We're tend to be incredibly brutal to each other here. On purpose. We know we'll be totally honest with each other, and let's face it that is so what needed when you're about to sub a story. We accept we aren't honor bound to take each other's advice, and we don't always. But I reckon we both know that when we don't that's the bit the Editor picks up on.

Hello everyone, and thanks Raven for letting me share my newest release in the Projects Series. The Mating Project is Maria's story, and to tell you more about it, I've brought Cole Jackson along. Those of you familiar with the series will recognize Cole. I told his story in book two of the series, The Bear Project.
So without further ado, I give you Cole.

D: So, Cole, for the benefit of Raven's readers, will you tell us who you are, please?
C: Hi, Doris and the lovely Raven, sure. I'm an Original Bear shifter and head of the Security team. I'm also responsible for sending Maria into the lion's den so to speak in her story. *pauses and grins* or should that be the Professor's office.
D: Yeees, you have a lot to do with setting Maria up in this story, don't you? You mention you're an original. What does that mean?
C: In a nutshell it means I can trace my ancestry right back to the origins of our species. Originals are rare, as bloodlines tend to get diluted along the way. Mine hasn't, and even though my mate is human, our son is also an Original.
D: Okay, but how is that possible? Surely your human mate would dilute the bloodlines?
C: *smiles* You'd think so, wouldn't you? I have no scientific explanation for it. My gut is telling me it's due to the mating bond. Shifters on the whole have lost touch with the ancient ways and I'm of the firm belief that the answers to our current fertility issues lie in the mating bond. It's one of the reasons I convinced Maria to seduce Professor Silas Deacon. We need his expertise on the Mating Project.
D: Ah, yes, the mysterious mating project. Can you tell us more about this?
C: In a nutshell the mating project has been set up by the council to counteract our fertility issues. We match up genetics to achieve the best results, and young women of pure blood are required to mate with a council approved shifter on their eighteenth birthday. I've never agreed with this practice. It's barbaric and doesn't take into account the mating bond at all. Trying to convince the council of the error of their ways, however, is somewhat of a full time job.
D: I can imagine. It's only the pure blood females who are mated off like that so to speak? What about the males.
C: *looks uncomfortable* Yes, it only applies to the females. That never sat right with me either, but the council is largely made of steadfast originals and pure bloods, and getting them to change their mind on anything… well… Though by the end of Maria's story there is somewhat of a shake-up in progress. I can't tell you why… spoilers and all that, but the days of an overbearing council might well be numbered. Well, they will be if I have anything to do with it.
D: That sounds somewhat of a threat?
C: *growls low in his throat and smiles*
D: Okay, I get it. So, tell me, will readers be lost if they start with Maria's story?
C: No, they won't be lost, though there is an underlying sub plot with the council developments. I will be sending another female into the foray in the next book in the series, as you well know Doris. Each story is a stand alone but readers will get spoilers, regarding the previous characters.
D: Okay, thanks for telling us more about The Mating Project, and yes, I know, I'll get on with the next story. No need to look at me like that….

Being together could mean death to them all, but walking away is not an option…
Bloodlines need to be protected at all costs and as a true-blood cougar Maria is expected to mate with a council-approved shifter. Too bad the one chosen makes her skin crawl for all the wrong reasons.
But running away already landed her in hot water once before. Wolf shifter Malachi Luca saved her life ten years ago, and then promptly disappeared with her heart. So much for true love.
Now time is running out and Maria is feeling the strain. Seducing Professor Silas Deacon should be a welcome distraction except the human turns out to be her mate, too.
And that damn wolf—yeah he's back and determined to claim both his cat and his human. What's a girl to do? Fight for love and enjoy the awesome sex, of course.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, bondage, spanking, anal sex

"Your three o’ clock appointment is here, Professor. I did remind you this morning."
Natasha's melodic and slightly accented voice called through the solid oak door, and Silas rolled his eyes. Oh yes, the big cat expert from the zoo. He'd wished they just all left him alone, but Ms. Anderson had been most insistent. Having checked her out, he couldn't deny that she seemed to know what she was talking about, so he had reluctantly agreed to see her.
A glance at the clock showed the time to be just gone three. Well, that was one point in her favor. She was punctual.
"You best come in then. The door is open."
Natasha entered followed by a tall blonde who froze on the door stop when she spotted him. Her deep blue eyes seemed to pull him into her gaze, and, his work forgotten, Silas leaned forward in an unconscious gesture to get closer to her. The window was open creating a draft, and it pulled her scent into the room. Sultry, rich, decadent, it called to him on an instinctive level, and Silas was glad for the cover of his desk, which hid his instant boner.
"Professor, this is Maria Anderson. Maria, Silas Deacon."
Natasha made the introductions, and when neither one of them moved, shuffled on her feet and cleared her throat.
"Erm, well, I'll leave you to it then."
Natasha gave the blonde a shove so that she entered his office, and shut the door on her way out, which left them alone in the room.
Neither one of them spoke for the longest time, and just when the silence got uncomfortable, Maria smiled.
"Nice to meet you at last, Professor Deacon."
Her voice, too, wrapped itself around his senses and added to the spell she seemed to weave over him. Jesus, what was wrong with him? Okay, it had been a while since he’d gotten laid, and this blonde was sex-on-legs hot, but since when did abstinence rob him off his ability to speak?
Belatedly he stuck out his hand and rose slightly to shake hers. The minute their fingers touched heat travelled up his arm, and she gasped and let go of his hand. To mask his own reaction he ran that hand through his hair and then gestured for her to sit down.
"Please, forgive me. I'm not normally so ill mannered. Please, sit down, Ms. Anderson."
She smiled and sat down on the edge of the seat. The action made her skirt ride up, and when she crossed her legs Silas could have sworn he saw the top of her stockings. He cleared his throat again and dropped his hands to shuffle the paper on his desk. Anything to stop himself from reaching under the desk and adjusting his throbbing cock. She would notice that, for sure.
Her intelligent blue eyes crinkled up at the corners when she smiled again.
"Call me Maria. After all, we'll be spending some time together."
The breathy quality of her voice did not help with the predicament in his trousers, not one little fucking bit, and he suppressed a groan.
He had turned into a fumbling teenager for fuck's sake. What must she think of him?
"Time, yes … well, that's debatable. I have no intention to set foot in your zoo, Maria."
She smiled and crossed and uncrossed her legs, and leant back in her chair. From his position behind his desk he had a perfect view up her skirt. He caught a glimpse of purple, lacy underwear, and her delicious female scent intensified. Cold sweat trickled down between his shoulder blades, and he hastily took his glasses off to resist temptation.
There, that was marginally better, but his cock still strained toward Maria like some sort of heat seeking missile. The rational, barely functioning side of his brain knew this was a set up. She couldn't possibly be as interested in him physically as she appeared to be. Even without his glasses he was acutely aware of every move. Her increased breathing. The subtle way in which she shifted in her seat. The way she licked her lips, and the way her gaze kept darting to his mouth. The intensity of that gaze was almost like a physical caress and brought out his inner caveman, the one who wanted to simply grab her, bend her over his desk, and fuck her silly.
He groaned under his breath at the erotic images invading his brain, and his balls drew tight. Fuck it all, he had to stop these thoughts, or he'd come in his pants like a fucking teenage boy.
"Why?" Her breathy question sounded almost like a moan, and he swallowed hard when she got up from her chair and parked her delicious ass right next to him on his desk. She brought one leg up, and ran the tip of her fire red engine shoes up his left leg.
He shot back on his chair, and she placed her foot right between his splayed legs on the edge of his chair. If she moved even a millimeter she'd stroke his balls, and that thought made all his leftover blood shoot straight to his cock.
Silas grabbed the edges of his chair in a white knuckled grip to stop himself from reaching out to her and acting on the images that bombarded his brain.
Maria, however, had no such qualms. She picked up his glasses and slid them back onto his nose, all the while giving him the perfect view down her cleavage. Fuck, she had the most amazing tits. The sort a man could feast on all night long, bury his cock between, and never want to come up for air.
And she smelled so damn good.            
"Why … what?" He finally managed to ground the words out through clenched teeth, and forced his gaze upwards to her face.
She was smiling at him. Rather than the calculated pout he was expecting this was an open, friendly smile that lit up her face, and all the tension in his body seeped away. She was fucking beautiful when she smiled like that.
"It's crazy, isn't it?" She leant forward and inhaled deeply, and Silas stopped breathing. "I know you feel it, too. This insane attraction between us, so maybe we should just fuck and get it over with. That way we might both be able to concentrate on the work we have to do."
She winked at him and shut his open mouth with one manicured fingernail. Instead of removing her hand however, she traced a path along his jaw, over his Adam's apple and along his collarbone into the opening of his shirt.
Silas swallowed convulsively, and he could have sworn she purred, which was impossible, unless…
He pushed her hand away and somehow got his voice to work.
"What the fuck are you, and who sent you?"
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Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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