Wednesday, 27 September 2017

#MidWeekTease with an oldie... To update or not,that is the question...

I'm at a bit of a loss what to tease you with this week. I have The Duke's Temptation up for preorder, But think you might e sick of reading teases from there for now, so instead, this is from an old no longer in publication, Regency series I'm thinking of revamping.

The series was called The Ladies of London, and this is Amanda's story...

(It needs updating I know but...)

"Why are we doing this?" Charlie, Lord Lampson, asked his colleague plaintively as they strode along the street arm in arm. "I'm so cold and shriveled, La Bella Isabella and her whole troupe of dancing girls could be standing in front of us, and I wouldn't be able to show my appreciation. In any way whatsoever. Quite disconcerting, I must tell you."
Harry, the Duke of Fairmont, just laughed. "Don't be such a goose," he advised. "We're doing it for you. You want to go to see The Fair Isabella, before you agree to the parson's noose, and I, as a true friend, am accompanying you."
Charlie snorted. "Just because your Mama can't control you and make you wed, you don't need to be so damn cheerful about my impending doom."
Harry didn't answer.
"You're a lucky dog," Charlie said. "A doting Mama, a considerable fortune, a very accommodating mistress; what more does a man need?"
"What more, indeed," Harry, who usually spent his days—to his friend's amazement—managing his estates, amassing even more money via various schemes and businesses, and bedding his current mistress, agreed with him amiably. "At some point, an heir, perhaps? But for the moment, I have all I need. I have no interest in all the young girls paraded under my nose every year by despairing and pushy parents. I have better things to do with my time. Including accompanying you on this outing."
"And visiting your clubs, race meetings, Jackson's Saloon, and anything else that might take your fancy," Charlie retorted, his lips twitching.
"As you say," Harry acknowledged. "And tonight's entertainment to see La Bella Isabella and her Dancing Girls does take my fancy."
He was silent, thinking of the probable delights of the evening ahead. Beside him, Charlie sighed. Harry would bet his new hunter they thought alike.
New to London, the troupe had taken the males of the Ton by storm. No one knew where they came from or who they were. Only that they danced, in a most interesting manner. The rumors abounded. French, Italian, demimonde, ladies of the Ton. But no one knew for sure. And, as no girl ever made contact with any of the audience, all wore elaborate masks whilst they performed, and no one standing outside the stage door ever caught a glimpse of anyone leaving, the mystery and interest increased daily. Even more annoying was the fact they only performed occasionally, and it was never disclosed more than a few hours in advance when and where their performance would be. To pique interest even more, admittance was by invitation only.
A commotion ahead made Charlie stop grumbling and pull on Harry's arm. Harry had already seen the carriage skewed across the road, its wheels embedded in the snow, and the horses slipping and skidding on the ice. The young lady trying to calm the horses was definitely not dressed for the arctic conditions. Indeed, as he made his way to her side to help with the horses, Harry was sure he could see her nipples peaking with the cold through her flimsy, muslin gown.
"I say, are you all right?" Charlie openly ogled her body.
"Of course I am," the lady answered impatiently. "As your colleague had realized, it's my horses that are not. Pray, sir, either help or get into the carriage and calm my companion before she shrieks the place down." Wails were erupting from inside the carriage, growing louder which each passing second.
"Oh, Peggy, be quiet," she said—rather loudly, Harry thought, and he feared the woman's voice would upset the horses even more. Her next words quelled his qualms, however. "You're spooking the horses. Close your mouth, use your smelling salts, do anything, but stop that noise. Now!"

Harry was amused at how she ordered everyone around. Charlie had obediently entered the carriage, where the wailing was subsiding. The groom on the box was following her orders, and he, himself, was patiently standing in the freezing cold, helping to calm the prime-looking cattle. And he was discovering by the minute how little the cold conditions were affecting his reactions to the fair lady. In fact, he grinned to himself as he struggled to adjust his clothing to allow a small degree of comfort; a certain part of his anatomy was mimicking the state of her nipples—standing to attention, though in his case, it was not due to the cold and it was not his nipples...although they weren't exactly flaccid either.

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love Raven x

Sunday, 24 September 2017

#SexySnippets with a knife thrower in turmoil...okay Rutland

Hi and welcome to #SexySnippets this week.

If you didn't already realise, (I did shout a bit) I have a Regency book up on preorder this week.

The Duke's Temptation from Totally Bound Publishing is out on October 31st but it's up for preorder now, both at Amazon and Totally Bound. Just look for me... (yes that is a hint lol)

 Evangeline laughed for the sheer joy of it. Life would get better, she would make sure of that and if she didn’t have a future with Gibb, so be it. She would spend her time alone. 
She jumped up, using the buoyancy of the water to lift herself high, and took a deep breath. Sank down to her knees, let the water cover her once more and opened her eyes to the underwater delight.
Lack of air forced her to the surface. She spluttered and took in great big gulps of fresh, clean air, opened her eyes and screamed.
On the riverbank, silhouetted by the sun, was a large, naked male poised to dive in to where she had just surfaced

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love Raven x

Wednesday, 20 September 2017

#MidWeekTease with an intrigue that makes you wonder... I hope

It's #MidWeekTease time and I'm taking you back to 1818. My favourite year in Regency times. Where Evangeline is trying to discover her past to ensure she has a future...

The Duke's Temptation is ready for you to preorder on Amazon or at Totally Bound...

So... *drum roll* here is your tease

If he fancied he heard her laugh and imagined he saw her skirts whisking around a corner, he didn’t admit it. But when he picked up a hairpin and put it through his lapel, he admitted one thing
He needed to sort himself out and fast.
Gibb went back to town in a somber mood, spent most of his time ensconced in his study and thought things over as best he could.
On the tenth night he once again eschewed all invitations and sat in his study with a large dram.
He’d done enough agonizing, now it was make his mind up time. Gibb remembered something his first tutor had told him. If in doubt, make lists. One pro and one con. Sad though that might be, in this case it could just help him. He’d second-guessed himself so much he was dizzy. Gibb scrabbled in a drawer and found a writing tablet and a pencil and drew a line from top to bottom down the center of the tablet. Then he nibbled the end of the pencil before wrinkling his brow and spitting into his handkerchief. The pencil’s taste was disgusting. It served him right for prevarication. Quickly, before he filled his mouth with the taste of lead again, he began to write.
What con? Makes me think? Surely that is a good thing? Makes me aware? Ditto. He mentally shrugged. Perhaps a pro list would help him to decide on the cons?
Like a lot.
Doesn’t bore me, or asked for more than I have been able to give.
Feisty .
No, not a contradiction.
Interesting, articulate and a good listener. A good heart.
The last word made him jerk, stab the page and drop his pencil, but not before it slashed a large line across the vellum, scoring into the sheet below. It amused him to see it had put a thick, dark line though the cons part of his cogitations.
Suddenly it all seemed oh so simple. Evangeline was nothing like Hester. The one thing they had in common was their sex. What a fool he was.
He added three words in capitals to his pro list. I love her.
I love her.
He almost jumped up to shout it to the world. Coeur. Now he had to tell her and hope to hell she believed him. 

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love Raven x

Monday, 18 September 2017

The Gluten-free Authors guide to goodies Or not...

And here we go again...

Food glorious food...

I've had the good luck to have been able to visit friends and family this last week or so, and sampled some interesting food. Both good and bad.

To my amazement, in a well recommended restaurant, I was told by a chef that his rib-eye on the bone could not possible be tough and overcooked. Believe me it was. I had pointed it out when I was asked how it was. I explained that I had asked for it medium and it was, to put it politely, overcooked for well done, let alone medium. My friends agreed with me, and refrained from saying as tough as leather sprang to mind. 

The chef then decided I had no idea what rib eye was (I do) and began to lecture me. Public relations? Hello...
I answered with restraint (somehow) that indeed I did know what rib eye, and medium cooked was.  
He ignored me, and said no one had ever said his food was appalling. When I pointed out nor had I he got very angry. Yeah...

So, my bad, I said okay then, yes it was appalling. Not a good experience, especially as the day before in a out of the way pub, I'd eaten a beautiful, perfectly cooked steak and crispy chips.

It got better though. A lot better. I went further south and had fantastic gluten free battered fish at The Cock in St Albans, and the odd g-f bacon sarnie elsewhere. 

It's so good to see how a lot of places are now experimenting with g-f batter. Palermo's Balloch, on the shores of Loch Lomond, Godfrey's in Harpenden,  and yee haa, The Forth Inn in Aberfoyle. All are great. Oh there's lots more, but they are off the top of my head.

So why don't we always get good crisp g-f chips?

Now though, it's no more chocolate mousse, g-f buns and cakes time. (I swear I put on half a stone) At least salad is g-f. Well except in a restaurant in Venice, where they insisted I couldn't eat salad! Ah well, luckily, as ever I had a g-f bar in my handbag. A bit squashed, but oh so welcome.

Happy eating,

love Raven x

Sunday, 17 September 2017

#SexySnippets Which is subtle and maybe not sexy?

Hi all, how quickly this week seems to have gone. One minute I was deciding what to do for last Sunday's #SexySnippets and here I am again doing the very same thing.

I love this, so a mega thanks to Doris O'Connor for setting it up, and monitoring it. It really is appreciated.

Okay, I've been sneaky this week. My YA series The Shalean Moon (as J Lilley)  is being reissued, and I am so in love with the cover. Now don't get me wrong, I won't post from there, but I've started writing the final story in the series and that is more a NA story. So... No sex but Struan is examining his prior actions and wondering why...

(and because it is so lovely I've added the cover of the first book, which is now in paperback and ebook and suitable for everyone from teens to whenever...)

Struan, the 'baddie' of the first 7 books, is now in his twenties, cast out of the sept, with no powers and trying to live his life as best he can.

It wasn't that he understood why he'd been as he was. Jealousy no doubt. Envy, oh yes, a need for friends, definitely, and now?
Now he wished he had someone to share his life with. Someone like...
Struan stopped that train of thought in its tracks. She might be everything he wanted in a woman—even if she wasn't Shalean—but with his history, and her friends and relatives? It was as likely as Shalea accepting he wanted to atone for his sins and be accepted into the sept once more. Become one of of the good Shaleans.

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love Raven x

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

#MidWeekTease with brandy, a knife, a brandy, and an idiot.

Hi all and welcome to #MidWeekTease

This week I'm teasing from my upcoming release The Duke's Temptation

It's on preorder from Totally Bound from 19th September 

Whenever had a knife twirled so fast it became a vicious, glittering blur of metal?
Gibb Alford, The Duke of Menteith had expected to be bored. Or on guard from any female who had somehow wangled her way into the spectacular. Or, although he devoutly hoped it wouldn’t be so, both. Not that any woman should be there, but he was by now much too cynical to expect what should be so, to actually be thus.
What he also didn’t envisage was this unfamiliar tug of arousal directed towards the main act of the night. Who was a female, although he presumed, an invited one. And seemingly stirred his senses.
Gibb didn’t do arousal. Not now. Or he amended silently, he hadn’t. He stood on the terrace, amidst his peers but alone, a glass of the finest French Brandy in his hand, and watched the Chinese firecrackers and flaring sconces set around the lawn vie with the moon and stars for brightness, and willed his body to behave. Not for the first time he wondered what he was doing there. Why wasn’t he at home on his beloved Scottish estate? At times being a conscientious peer was annoying to say the least.
Someone bumped into him, and apologised as Gibb scowled. He didn’t want his concentration spoiled, or his brandy spilled.
 As the man swayed, Gibb held his goblet out of the way. Good brandy was not to be wasted. With a sardonic smile on his face, Gibb watched the man stumble away, miss the fish pond by inches and lurch round a statue, before he ignored him and instead turned his attention back to what was happening on the lawn. Only to tug at his suddenly too tight cravat because of what he saw in front of him. In the middle of the perfectly manicured, luscious grass, a wooden platform had been erected in front of a large, plain white, thick canvas screen. A curvaceous, raven-haired beauty, dressed in something akin to a shift with slits up each side stood before it.
The illusion of material not really there was very clever, Gibb mused. The flesh coloured silk that swung loosely from her shoulders matched her skin, so you couldn’t see where one finished and the other began. Her lustrous hair swung loosely over her shoulders in a riot of curls, and sparkling jewels hung from her ears and around one ankle, just above one of a pair of flimsy sandals. In her left hand she held a wicked looking knife—a stiletto he noticed—now still and unmoving. Even so, it shone in the twinkling lights that surrounded her.
The last firecracker sizzled and died, and with only the flickering torches to light her, the woman bowed to the assembled men. ‘I need,’ she said in a husky, seductive French accent. ‘A man.’
 The howls and catcalls would have overwhelmed anyone without a strong determination. She waited; arms folded and with an amused look on her face until there was once more silence. Then she raised one eyebrow. Even at the distance he was, Gibb realised the woman was toying with them. Teasing them about something they thought would happen and she knew would not.

To his annoyance, his body tightened even more. He did not want this reaction to an unknown woman. Hell, he didn’t want it to one known to him either. Gibb Alford wanted no one to disturb his well-ordered life. The life where his mind never let him shy away from the one thing that tore into him. His wife was dead and he was to blame. He was never going to be put in a similar position again.

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love Raven x

Sunday, 10 September 2017

#SexySnippets with a French knife thrower who has a hankering for a unpleasant gentlemen's sweetbreads...

Welcome to this week's #SexySnippets, which I want to say is brought to you thanks to the dedication of my bestie, and mother to my grandson, Doris O'Connor. She's the one who sorts out the link every week so we can do these #SexySnippets and you the reader can enjoy them.

Seven sentences from a book or WIP 

I had no idea what to use for this weeks #SexySnippets, but as I have a Regency story, The Duke's Temptation, (Totally Bound)  on preorder from the 19th and that is only just over a week away, I thought I'd tease you from there.

(and it is a gorgeous cover) 

 and the blurb...

and yes, I haven't forgotten, your seven sentences...

Gibb blinked as Evangeline moved swift and sure to put one boot-clad foot on Crowe’s chest and point a knife at his gonads. She was fast.
“You know, m’sieur?” she said almost conversationally, “in my country sweetbreads are a delicacy much enjoyed. I would enjoy trying them.” She licked her lips in such a suggestive way Gibb’s body became taut with tension. “After...” Her voice trailed off and the knife moved an inch or so closer to Crowe’s skin.

Gibb winced and his hands moved involuntarily to cover himself as his stomach lurched. She seemed a might too knowing of just what make a male cringe.

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love Raven x