Wednesday, 30 July 2014

#MidWeekTease where Charles asks Molly for help

Morning  (or whatever) one and all... Whether you mean to be here or opened this by mistake looking for the footie scores, welcome to Raven's Ramblings. It's mid week tease day, and I actually remembered to sign up. Admittedly at the last moment, becasue I thought I had, then realised I hadn't, so I did, and now I have. So to speak.

Anyway, welcome to this week's #MidWeekTease. I'm going to tease you from a book that is on preorder, and comes out next week, Miss Simpkins' School: Molly. Molly's story is the 5th in the series (book 4, Jane was released last week)

Molly is the proprietress of Miss Simpkns' School for Seduction.

Miss Simpkins' School—where seduction's the game and success is the aim. Why settle for less than everything? Come to school and let classes commence.

Lady in the drawing room and whore in the bedroom…
As the ex-mistress of an earl, Molly is ideally suited to teach the young debutants of the ton to get the best out their marriage. Where does that leave Molly, herself, however?
She’s no debutante, but a woman with needs and fantasies—fantasies that Charles knows he can fulfil. If only he could convince her to take on her first male pupil.
Will Molly allow herself to be persuaded, or will he be Miss Simpkins’ school first failure.

Molly and Charles—not just a lesson. Their future happiness together is at stake.

Damn her, why couldn't she see they could be together? Oh, it wouldn't be easy, but then nothing worth fighting for was.
"We do. I do." Molly kissed his cheek. "Dearest Charles, I have some very happy memories, and I want to keep them. If I was to discover what we experienced had made your life hard, it would sully them. Do you understand?"
"No." If she could be obstinate then so could he. Charles slipped his hand between them and inched her skirts upward. Molly gave the most erotic moan ever and swayed into him. Emboldened, he let his fingers slide over the top of her stocking to stroke the soft skin of her thigh.
"Ah..." Molly parted her legs, and his fingers brushed against the wet, warm entrance to her channel. She clenched her muscles around him, and he slipped one finger inside. Molly sagged and it seemed only his arms held her upright, as she nipped his neck, and began to fiddle with his breeches. "Yes, I can not say no, it has to be yes." She closed her eyes and sighed. The expelled air tickled his hairs, and sent goose bumps skittering down his spine.
"Yes," he agreed with her and thrust two more fingers into her channel to tease and scrape the soft skin. His mind went cloudy. How on earth could he get them both naked without leaving her? He couldn't. Invention would have to do.
Charles used his other hand to sweep her skirt and petticoats around her waist and tucked them in on themselves. Molly opened her eyes, and he stayed his hand. If she asked him to stop now it would nigh on kill him. She didn't.
"If you carry on like this, my lord, I will climax very soon. I wish to enjoy all of you, not just your hand, if you please?" Her eyes were misty, her expression begged, and Charles' cock quivered with anticipation. Molly lowered her gaze to where the material of his breeches stretched to its limits and smiled. "So it seems, may you."
Charles laughed. "Oh, I please." He scanned the room. "Will you be naked for me? Let me show you how it could be even though I accept you think it won't?" Would she realize just how he'd worded his request? Of course she did.
"Clever, my lord. It will be only this once. But yes, if you will join me?"
"Then let's start." How trite his words sounded, but Charles was under no illusion about how strung up they both were. He wanted no premature ejaculation, even though he was sure he could persuade her to change her mind afterward. He began to undo the tiny covered buttons that stretched from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine.
"Lud, woman, these are killing me. My cock is ready to snap in half. Who on earth designs a dress like this?"
"Madame Losange, and it is designed to torture, tease, and tantalize. Even if we have no intention of using our wiles on a man, we dress as if we do. A woman needs all the help she can get."
Charles reached the last fastening and slipped it from through the loop that held it in place. "You need no help, love."
He drew the dress down her body, to bare the elegant column of her spine inch by inch. Molly gasped and spun round to face him. As her dress slithered off her body to pool in a heap of vibrant crimson and gold around her ankles, she lifted her face to run a series of tiny teasing nips across his cheeks
"Now it's my turn." With tantalizing slowness she began to undo his cravat.

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Happy Reading,
Love R x 

(oh and if you did come here by accident, looking for the footie scores, I hope your team long as they weren't playing mine. )....

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Sunday, 27 July 2014

#SexySnippets... where I introduce you to someone new

Happy Sunday Everyone.

Today, I'm being cheeky...

How's this?

"I though a staff was something useful. You know, long, hard and strong," she said, her eyes wide and her expression innocent. "Like a shepherd uses, or something you push into a hole."

He gave a wicked grin. "That's one way of describing it, I guess. It's certainly long, hard and strong, and I do push it into a hole, given the opportunity. No idea about the shepherds though."

"Why do I think we're not talking about the same thing?"

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*WIP* un-named as yet...

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Happy Reading,

Love R x

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

where I'll never look at a department store the same again. Welcome Jorja Lovett and her latest release

Jorja's new release is the latest, great story from...

The Department Store. this one is First Floor: Cosmetics.

The cosmetics department is now open! First Floor: Cosmetics is available for early download at Totally Bound.


Take one younger man, add some illicit outdoor sex, and Maggie Fenton is inclined to forget she’s the oldest cosmetics girl at Kelsey’s Department Store.

From the outside, it looks as though Maggie Fenton has it all. The glamorous head of the cosmetics department lives a life of luxury, but money definitely hasn’t bought her happiness. In reality, she’s married to a serial cheat who has made her life a misery for over a decade. With her husband chasing younger women, and her teenage co-workers’ catty comments ringing in her ears, Maggie’s resigned herself to being on the scrap heap. Until Jonah Hamilton puts temptation in her way and reminds her she’s still a red-blooded woman.

Commitment is a four letter word as far as Jonah is concerned. He has no intention of settling down when he has the whole world at his feet. The only reason he takes a summer job at Kelsey’s is to fund his travels. Well, that, and the sexy older woman he can’t help flirting with over the makeup counter. Maggie soon becomes a good friend and someone who shows him how good love can be.

The chemistry between them is undeniable but is a fling enough to satisfy their desires, or is it simply the start of something bigger?


Jonah blinked as Maggie disappeared out of the door faster than an alcoholic to a free bar. Her husband had really done a number on her for her to have such low confidence. Her self-esteem was so fragile, one joke had shattered it to smithereens. He couldn’t let her leave like that, thinking such despicable thoughts about herself. And him.
He left the rest of his pint to give chase. He didn’t know why it mattered so much that someone he hardly knew was upset, but he didn’t want to part with her on bad terms.
I’m such a dick.
He dodged through the crowd, cursing himself. Any other sober, conscious of other people’s feelings dumbass would’ve realized she needed that reassurance her husband couldn’t give her. Instead, he’d laughed, convinced that the funny, warm, gorgeous woman with him would realize how daft she was being. Perhaps he’d been too cautious about letting his true thoughts about her be known.
All he’d done was to confirm her suspicions that she was nothing more than a has-been, when, in his experience, she was the most grounded, deeper than a fish pond, natural goddess he’d met in a long time.
He barged the heavy wooden doors open to see the smokers gathered outside in the last of the evening sun. With no sign of Maggie, he knew he’d blown it. Away from the cloud of smoke clogging his lungs, he scanned up and down Great Victoria Street. Among the student crowd, the young professionals and the theater-goers, he spotted her hot-footing it away, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
He sprinted after her, not really caring who he knocked out of his path, but apologizing anyway. “Excuse me. Sorry. Move!”
Her steps slowed as she approached the traffic lights, giving him time to cover the distance between them. Before she could put her foot out onto the road, he grabbed her elbow and yanked her back.
“What the hell?” She stiffened, probably ready to batter her assailant with the handbag she was gripping like a deadly weapon. Only when she saw his face did she stop resisting.
With grim determination, he pulled her back the way she had come, not saying a word.
“Jonah? What’s going on? I need to go home.” The tone of her voice varied from loud, outright panic to quiet resignation. It only succeeded in driving him on in his quest.
When they reached the pub again, he dodged down the alleyway at the side. They didn’t need an audience. He pushed Maggie up against the wall, careful not to hurt her, but with enough force to stop her running again. He caged her between his body and the brick building. As she worried her bottom lip with her teeth, Jonah leaned down to catch it and draw it back out. She was soft and pliant, and her gentle scent intoxicated him further.
With a point to prove, he kissed her hard, plunging his tongue into her mouth to taste her sweetness and claim it for himself. Ordinarily, such an audacious move might’ve deserved a slap or a knee to the balls. Either would’ve been worth it. Instead, she went limp beneath him, submitting immediately.
He stepped back. “That is how you make me feel. How you should be kissed.”
Christ, the way she had responded to it made it a double sin that someone didn’t do that to her frequently.
Maggie stared back at him, her brow furrowed and her kiss-swollen lips parted and waiting. Beer or no beer, a certain part of his anatomy sat up to say hello.
Both he and Maggie stared silently at one another. Deep down Jonah knew he should be the one to walk away this time. He’d made his point. She was attractive and he fancied her. She could file that away for future reference the next time her husband went MIA. Jonah lingered on her moist lips a while longer.
“Do it again,” he could have sworn she said.