Wednesday 25 May 2016

#MidWeekTease with #newrelase The Dispatcher


Meet Darke...

By name and by nature

Her life or his?
When Astrid Mickelson found out the man she loved was The Dispatcher—a government operative, who kills for a living without remorse—she left to stop herself from accidentally betraying him. However, Orlando Darke, the only man she’s ever wanted, is impossible to forget, and it seems once more back in her life.
For his part, the Dispatcher had never forgotten the love of his life. When he is sent to bring her in for being a traitor, he does what he does best… dispatching her to safety, to enable him to find the real culprit.
As the threat thickens, so does the sexual tension between them. Can there be a happy outcome or will they be parted again, this time for good?

With The Dispatcher’s boss hot on their trail, things are not looking good.~

And your #MidWeekTease...

~“You know the only thing that would make that climax even better?” he said softly, in a voice that showed his dark intent.
Astrid sat back on her knees and put her hands on her thighs. She dipped her head for a few seconds and then looked up at him. The moon chose that moment to side behind a tiny cloud and all he could see was her shadowy outline. “What?”
“That you strip off and touch yourself. Come for me.”
That was bloody cruel. It was only a few degrees above freezing. But hell, her nipples would be hard and he loved, damn well loved seeing her fuck herself.
“Er, with due respect, Sir, we’re in the middle of the loch with a half dead body. Your kecks are around your ankles, its bloody freezing and to be honest I’m amazed your cum didn’t freeze.”
 He growled as the moon reappeared, and loved the way she just lifted one eyebrow. He’d never fazed her, not even, it seemed, when he dragged her around with a half dead body in a sack. “Your point is, babe?”
She giggled. “If my juices freeze my legs together you’ll need to prise them apart.”
 “My pleasure,” Darke replied. “I’ll use my tongue. Then warm your ass with my cock in it. Now bloody well strip off.”
 “Oh well, in that case.” She smiled oh so sweetly, her teeth showing briefly in the moonlight. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, as she unzipped the heavy coat he’d put on her earlier and dropped it onto the deck. “This may take a while. I seem to be well-covered.” Next came her jacket, and then a heavy knit jumper followed the coats. At last her curvy shape appeared. She wasn’t kidding when she told him she had plenty of layers on. The blouse she began to unbutton was, as far as he could see, lace over cotton, long sleeved and high necked.
“Thermal and practical,” Astrid said. “It’s chilly in the shop before the heating kicks in.” She licked her lips as she gradually took each button from its fastening, let the sides fall apart and attacked the five laces on each sleeve. “This is where you’re supposed to chant, off, off, off,” she said and bit her bottom lip to let go of it with a soft plop.
“It’s a given, babe. And whatever I can see under it.” Scraps of lace peeked between the sides of the blouse. “And the skirt.” Now he came to think of it, how the hell had she coped in that? As she slipped the blouse from her shoulders and down her arms, she moved her legs and the side splits in the dark grey woolen skirt showed. That was how.
Stockings? Sweet lord he’d died and gone to heaven. The skirt was rolled down her body, over her legs, and kicked off. She stood in front of him, shivering slightly in a lacy excuse for a bra that barely contained her luscious breasts, juice sodden knickers that must have been red but were now maroon, and opaque hold ups. Thank the gods for the cloudless, moonlit sky. Not good for secrecy but perfect for voyeurism. Anyway the cruiser was small enough and a good color to escape all but the most detailed scrutiny of the loch. Also it was registered to the MOD. In a way. The sort of way to warn anyone nosy to back off or else.
“Ditch the bra and pants. Keep the stockings, finger yourself and come for me.” He put the engine into idling mode. “On the deck or stand up, your choice.” The boat lurched as her eyes clouded and she slipped. With a cuss, Darke grabbed her and lowered her to the pile of coats and clothes. “There, I think. I can still see and you can concentrate on pleasuring yourself not staying upright.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Her eyes were still unfocussed and he guessed that reply came from deep within her psyche. If he wasn’t more concerned with keeping the boat as stable as possible, Darke would have high-fived. As it was, he kept one eye on the wheel and the other on Astrid as she slowly pinched each nipple in turn, moaned softly and oh so arousingly, and then moved her hands to her cunt.
With a mewl of anticipation and excitement, Astrid licked her lips and slid one then two fingers into her pussy hole. She flicked and pinched her clit with her other hands and began to rub the hard tight nub.~

If you fancy reading more you can buy 
The Dispatcher 

and catch all the other #MidWeekTease excerpts ~here~

Happy reading,
love  R x


  1. Great snippet, Raven, and I'm intrigued to see what else you come up with under this pen name!

  2. YUM!! SEXY snippet!! Can't wait to read this one!!

  3. Great tease! Thanks for sharing.

  4. That cover is so pretty. Great teaser, Raven.

  5. Hot tease, Raven :-)

  6. Orlando Darke, or Darke as he was called, or simply known as The Dispatcher, call him what you will, he was a contract killer for his boss Crabtree. He did so without remorse, but then he gets handed an assignment for a Fiona Jane Michaels, suspected traitor. His boss wants her brought to him for a face to face meeting for questioning, but Darke finds it all rather Fishy.

    Fiona, a.k.a. Astrid Mickelson knew she was being watched, and finding Darke in her shop after not seeing him for almost five years, she finds out it’s not just him. Just who is stalking Fiona? Can her old love protect her? Or will they both wind up in danger. I’ll tell you this…you’ll never look at pigs the same way again.

    This is an incredibly well written first book in a new series. I stayed up all night reading it with a cup of coffee and ready to put clamps on my eyelids to keep them open. (And most of you know we do not put them on eyelids, we put them further down south…right?) Kera Faire is the pen name of Raven McAllan, and those of us who have become rabid fans of her work snapped this up like a subbie in need of a good flogging.

    This series is a departure from her usual faire, hense the name. But damn, is it good, so very, very good. And if I were to have to come up with anything to complain about it would be to say that it was too short. I could have read so much more. And you know when you find yourself wanting to snuggle up and do the deed with Darke, that you have yourself a hit on your hands. (Sighing dramatically) I guess I’ll just have to keep re-reading this until the next book in the series comes out. Way to go Kera!

    5 orgasms!