Wednesday, 29 August 2018

#MidWekTease... Where I have no idea

Yup that's it in a nutshell. I am in between WIP and no, I repeat no idea what comes next.

Lots are murmuring, but nothing is shouting 'write me'.

It's weird. Not writer's block, because I could add words to any of five or six pending stories, but I tend to like one 'shouting'. And not a one is louder than another.


not a scooby...


Hopefully it will be better next week,


love Raven xx

However, on a positive note,  the #MidWeekTease posts that do have teases can be found here

Go forth and find 'em R x

Sunday, 26 August 2018

#SexySnippets with a hint of things to 'come'...

Hi all, it's that time again. Yep time for seven sentences from a book or WIP, brought to you on this blog by yours truly.

I've been playing with a new idea, as you do, and so what do you think?

If he asked, I’d grab a room. Talk about revving my up from nothing doing to yes, yes ,show me everything in twenty seconds. Down girl.
Where was her vibrator when she needed it?
Fen winced. It had died and gone to the great big sex toy cemetery in the sky a few weeks before and she hadn’t had time to get hold of a new one.
Never mind, fingers were a wonderful thing.

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Happy reading,

love Raven xx

Wednesday, 22 August 2018

#MidWeekTease with a frisky peanut

 Hi all, It's #MidWeekTease time again. I'm having a terrible time with the net at the moment, so fingers crossed...

For instance when I try to add the #MidWeekTease banner, it says' I have no net...*headsdesk*

Let's play, pretend there is a picture her...

However, here's a tease...

(from a WIP set in Hong Kong atm called the Perfect touch...subject to change)

I don’t want to eat just now,” Bec said. “Dim sum and melon from the street market.”
 The relief that whooshed through him, when he understood she was explaining her negative answer to his question regarding food, far outweighed the simple fact she’d told him. “Phew, so I’m not a Billy-no-mates then?”
“Hell I haven’t heard that for ages except from my primary kids.” She grinned. “Not actually my kids you understand. Although a lot of them now just shout loser. Such charm some of them have. Nah, don’t worry, I’ll be a friend to you.”
With benefits?  He could hope. To judge by the way his dick was doing its best to imprint itself with zipper marks along its rapidly hardening length, certain parts of his anatomy did more than hope.
“So as a friend will you have dinner with me later?”
“How much later? She finished most of her wine and beckoned one of the waiting staff over. “Another one of these please, some nuts and?”
Nic nodded to his half drunk beer. “Same again for me please.”
“Sure thing.” 
The girl headed back to the bar. Nic picked up his glass as Bec used her now empty one to trace circles on the table top. Wet arcs came and went on the wooden surface.
Bec regarded him curiously. “Why do you want to have dinner with me? I can tell you right now, I’d not be on the menu. We only met an hour ago, and you know nothing about me. I could be an axe murderer or a follower of the Bobbitt theory of adultery control.”
 Beer went everywhere. Nic coughed and tears rolled down his face as he fought to breath.
“Oh god, have I killed you?” Bec put her glass down with a thud and stood up to eye him anxiously.
 “Not yet,” he gasped as she slid along the bench, skirted the table and began to thump him on the back. “Not even the little death more’s the pity.”
“If you can joke about that, you’ll live.” She moved her hands off his back, and returned to her seat, fished in her handbag and handed him a tissue. “At least you don’t have to worry about your mascara running.”
He swallowed decided he could talk coherently and cleared his throat as the waitron put their drinks and a bowl of shelled peanuts in the table. He nodded his thanks and waited until they were once more alone.
Bec picked up a handful of peanuts and pushed the bowl across the table. “Can’t resist them.”
“How do you know?”
 How do I know what? That I can’t resist peanuts.” She gestured to her full hand. “Every time.”
Hell, they were beginning to sound like parrots. “No, not that. That I don’t have to worry about my mascara?”
Three peanuts shot across the table and landed one in his beer, one in his lap and the third missed his eye by inches.
Bec groaned and then squealed as several more disappeared down her cleavage. “Ugh.”

“Can I fish them out for you? Nic asked innocently. “As a friend.”

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Happy reading,
love Raven xx

Sunday, 19 August 2018

#SexySnippets where anticipation is supposed to be good for you.

Hi all, welcome to this week's #SexySnippets. Seven sentences from a book or WIP. 

Today I've taken my sentences from a WIP set in Hong Kong. In fact I teased you with another nit from it recently.

Nic took a mouthful of beer and watched as she drank, sighed with pleasure and licked the bubbles from her lips. That unconscious—he thought—erotic gesture, made his cock harden and his skin tighten.

Godalmighty I have it bad if it’s got me this so aroused so soon. But whether to act on it? 

No not yet.

He might be horny but he was sane enough to go slowly, which was a strange experience. To
know how much he wanted someone so soon, and then to decide not to act on it, went against the
grain, but to wait and anticipate would make their first time together so much better—he hoped.

As long as he wasn't misreading the signals and there was going to be a first time.

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Happy reading,

love Raven xx

Wednesday, 15 August 2018

#MidWeekTease with a hot bod explaining his actions

Hi all, welcome to this week's #MidWeekTease.

Where to be honest, I'm stymied. What can I share to catch your interest?

I've hardly had time to open the lap top lately, let alone write very much as Raven.

However, this is simmering... I hope it comes to the boil, but who knows?

(Set in Hong Kong)

(Source, Pinterest)

She eyed up and purchased some sliced melon, paid for it and took a step back straight into a wall.
 Instead of staying sturdy and upright, this wall moved. It swayed, swore and something that had no right to act so forward, drilled into her denim-clad rear.
Er you what? Bec cranked her head round, followed it quickly with the rest of her body and looked up into impossibly midnight blue eyes of the guy from the fish stall. The one with the fine ass, and black over the shoulders curly hair, plus she now notice, a face half covered with non-designer stubble and a tan that definitely didn’t come out of a bottle.
Nor did the muscles or the top of a tattoo that showed under the short sleeve of his black t-shirt. A swift, hopefully unnoticed glance downward showed an impressive bulge under worn white at the seams, moulded to his body, jeans.
 Oh god. All her wet dreams in one hot bundle.
He winked again. Bec felt hot all over. Did that mean he had noticed her teensy downward look? She tried for a blank expression and was damned sure she failed miserably.
He grinned. “I, and my body say hello. Nic Starke at your service.” He chuckled. “Or is all of that a bit too much information? Sorry for the block you moving backwards stance. It was that or fall over a wee bloke with a mobile donut stall that seemed ready to spill hot fat on ever step he bumped it down. I judged a kick to the balls from you when you thought I was copping a feel was better than a burned ass or worse. The guy was jogging all over the place. I couldn’t help my instantaneous reaction. Sorry.”
 He noticed. Where was a hole to hide in when you needed it? Bec swallowed and tried a smile. “Sorry? Really?” Why on earth was her voice husky? She wasn’t trying for a sexy note, just doing her best to get enough saliva to speak.
He shrugged and grinned. “Nah, okay, sorry, not sorry. Miss?” He let the question hand in the air.
 Should she or shouldn’t she? She had her ‘rape’ alarm in her bag. They were in the middle of a busy street, blocking it even. Why not go for it?
 He tapped her arm and smiled. A bloody sexy, play your cards right, and you can have me smile. The sort that if you could bottle it you’d make a fortune from. The one that made every hormone in your body jump up and fight to be noticed.
“Whilst your deciding whether I’m harmless, I think maybe we need to go somewhere we can breath without rubbing up against each other. For me it’s a pleasure as we are, but I don’t want you to feel harassed, you understand.”
 She blinked and spluttered. Thank goodness she hadn’t been drinking when he said that. “Is your middle name, chancer?”

 He laughed. “Should it be?”

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Happy reading,
love Raven xx