Sunday 30 October 2016

#SexySnippets and Harry is on a roll. #TeamHarry


And... hello and welcome to...


It's time for those 7 sentences again.



Seducing the wallflower…
Over the years, Lydia Field has perfected the art of being a wallflower. It’s the only way to avoid the attention of unwanted suitors – and the perils of a convenient, loveless marriage! Instead, she dreams of the day she can leave London’s high society behind her, trading the glamorous balls and afternoon teas for a quiet life in the country.
But in an unguarded moment, she finds herself catching the eye of notorious rake ‘Handsome Harry’, Lord Birnham. Now that he’s glimpsed the wildness and fire that lurks beneath Lydia’s demure exterior, he will not rest until he has unleashed the full extent of her passion!

For if there’s one skill that Lord Birnham is known for, it’s the art of persuasion…

That's the blurb. Here's your #SexySnippets.

Foster, his valet said stubbornly but politely, ‘you need my help to get out of your jacket.’
‘I’m a rake and rakes can undress and dress themselves.’ And their ladies.
‘If you were in rake mode, my lord, undoubtedly you would not be here,’ his valet said, stating the obvious. 
Harry nodded, resigned to the fact that Foster would indeed wait up. He stripped slowly and stretched as he ran over all the events of the evening. It had proceeded as he expected until his unexpected encounter with Lydia Field and then, well, it had been very different to any other ball he’d attended.
His jaded palate had un-jaded – if that was indeed a state of mind – very quickly. 

And woo hoo, The Lord's Persuasion is now an Amazon best seller :). It is also available from Kobo and Are

The other #SexySnippets can be found here

happy reading,

love Raven x

Wednesday 26 October 2016

#MidWeekTease... And only one more sleep... #TeamHarry


It's #MidWeekTease time once more

*Happy Dance*


and 

if you are reading this on Wednesday, 

only one more sleep until

*Drum Roll*

#TeamHarry



Seducing the wallflower…
Over the years, Lydia Field has perfected the art of being a wallflower. It’s the only way to avoid the attention of unwanted suitors – and the perils of a convenient, loveless marriage! Instead, she dreams of the day she can leave London’s high society behind her, trading the glamorous balls and afternoon teas for a quiet life in the country.
But in an unguarded moment, she finds herself catching the eye of notorious rake ‘Handsome Harry’, Lord Birnham. Now that he’s glimpsed the wildness and fire that lurks beneath Lydia’s demure exterior, Lord Birnham will not rest until he has unleashed the full extent of her passion!
For if there’s one skill that Lord Birnham is known for, it’s the art of persuasion…

and a wee tease...

On the spur of the moment, Lydia decided to slip out and purchase a novel to read on the long journey she intended to undertake. For once, she totally flouted convention and didn’t take a maid or a footman. Her mama would be horrified if she knew, and the ton would have no hesitation in labelling her flighty and worse.
She couldn’t have cared less.
As she wore an old and shabby-ish pelisse and a bonnet that shaded her face, no one gave her a second glance and she reached the bookshop unnoticed. Once inside the shop, with its unmistakable scent of leather and paper, Lydia’s tension slipped away from her like a discarded cloak. She slipped her bonnet down – the brim impeded her vision – and let her gaze feast on the delights in front of her. A happy half hour passed as she deliberated between the volumes on the shelves, and eventually picked one she thought should be light and entertaining, and another, which seemed darker. Between them and chatting with Millie, the journey should pass tolerably well.
Now all she had to do was return home, look as unhappy and unsettled as she had done recently, and wait until the appointed time to leave.
Sneak out like a thief. It was so annoying that she had to behave in such a way, but Lydia understood her parents well enough to know it was the only solution. She turned to go and have her books parcelled up but discovered her route was blocked. By a young man. Who, she realised with a jolt, she recognised.
She should have kept her bonnet on.
Lydia stared at the young man who barred her way. Surely he wasn’t going to cause a scene in Hatchards? Lydia nodded her head infinitesimally in the hope he would find some grace and good manners. He didn’t. He neither moved nor spoke, just glowered.
‘Excuse me,’ she said levelly. ‘I wish to pass.’
His eyes narrowed and he didn’t move. Her temper spiked. Even though he was dressed as any young man of the ton should be, something set him apart, and not in a good way. The wild look in his eyes, perhaps, or the fact that the petulant look she had noticed before was gone, to be replaced by something more adult and, not to put too fine a point on it, worrying.
Harry’s heir.
‘You look like a scullery maid.’
‘I thank you.’ she replied frostily. ‘Please move to one side.’
He stayed put. Those nasty spiders of worry began to make their presence known on her arms. It was one of the most unpleasant feelings ever. Why on earth was he behaving so abysmally?
‘I have heard you think you are going to marry Lord Birnham,’ he said in such a violent tone she jumped. ‘I think not. Not if you value your family.’
Lydia saw red. She was tired of being told what she was and was not to do. People needed to stop dictating to her and let her live her life. All the worry changed into annoyance.
‘What is all this about?’ she demanded. ‘I am so sick of your family trying to dictate to me and mine.’ She conveniently forgot her mama and her machinations. ‘I am marrying no one. Not you, not him, and not the man on the street corner. No one. Understand?’
He scowled. ‘Not him certainly, but me, definitely.’
‘You are mad.’ Lydia went to brush past him, and he barred her way by putting one hand on each stack of books. A very real, albeit tiny, frisson of fear skittered down her spine and she stiffened. He was not going to intimidate her. ‘Leave me alone or I will be forced to take action.’
‘I’ll get what I want,’ Jeremy said. ‘Wait and see.’
She didn’t bother to reply. After all, she wouldn’t be around much longer for him to cry out whatever threat he had intended to make. Lydia ducked under his outstretched arm, dropped her books on his feet, and swept past him, ignoring his howl of pain.

Chair swivel jiggle only one more sleep. (but it is up for Preorder on Amazon, Kobo, and Are)


(I can't find my chair swivel jiggle picture so you'll have to suffer this one instead, sorry ;) )

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Happy reading,

love, Raven xx

Sunday 23 October 2016

a late #SexySnippets, but all good things are worth waiting for. #TeamHarry


sorry this is late. Well, unless you're reading it any day except Sunday and then you wont realise.

Anyway, I had such great intentions, and as ever they flew out of the window when Dh dragged me out of bed to go and buy the new jeans I'd been hinting about.

Well new jeans. Sorry my lovelies, needs must.

But now I'm back and here we go.

The Lord's Persuasion of Lady Lydia is out on 27th and up for preorder now.

(Talk amongst yourselves)

Half an hour later because Dh needed me to hold a lady. (Memo to self get things scheduled well in advance.)

Right back to #SexySnippets



Seducing the wallflower…
Over the years, Lydia Field has perfected the art of being a wallflower. It’s the only way to avoid the attention of unwanted suitors – and the perils of a convenient, loveless marriage! Instead, she dreams of the day she can leave London’s high society behind her, trading the glamorous balls and afternoon teas for a quiet life in the country.
But in an unguarded moment, she finds herself catching the eye of notorious rake ‘Handsome Harry’, Lord Birnham. Now that he’s glimpsed the wildness and fire that lurks beneath Lydia’s demure exterior, Lord Birnham will not rest until he has unleashed the full extent of her passion!

For if there’s one skill that Lord Birnham is known for, it’s the art of persuasion…

And he intends to get to know Lydia better. Much better....

and your seven sentences...

Even that thought hardened his cock and made his muscles clench so tightly he had to force himself to relax. Some of his firmly entrenched rules had, he decided, just melted away. He couldn’t carry on like that. After all, if Lydia was ready for a little intimacy, with no strings, who was he to deny her—better him than anyone else.
And if she wasn’t, he thought uneasily, what then? Harry made a conscious decision. If he was to get any peace he needed to quench his desire for her, and to that end seduction might be necessary.
Bed her and not wed her—that was what rakes did; he might as well live up to his reputation for once.

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Happy reading,

love Raven x