Sunday, 26 May 2019

#SundaySnippet with a Regency heroine who is at the end of her tether

Hi All welcome to my #SundaySnippet. Where as The Viscount Meets His Match is out next week I thought I should tease you from there...
(and it is an exceptionally great cover)

And a wee tease, where Josephine is hard pressed to be polite

Even with the lack of intrusive and in-depth queries, keeping her temper was at times a close run thing. After one elderly dowager had blatantly used her age and title to ask what came next, Josephine had to count to ten before she replied.
“The harpist, a quartet, supper and then Miss Jones on the piano,” she said with a composure she didn’t feel. “So, if you will excuse me, I will go and find somewhere to sit.” She curtsied and turned away before anything else was said. As soon as they’d arrived, her mama had behaved as usual and left Josephine to her own devices, so there was no one to call her out for her undoubted rude behavior.

you can find the book at Totally Bound or on Amazon

Happy reading, 
love Raven xx 

Tuesday, 21 May 2019

#TakeoverTuesday would you be... Obediently Ever After...?

Yay, it's Tuesday and that means takeover day.

Today I'm really excited to introduce Measha Stone  

and her new book, 

Obediently Ever After

Obediently Ever After
By Measha Stone
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Amazon series link: TBD
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Teaser Blurbs:
“I don’t blame you for giving up on me.” Give up on her? Never.
“Women that lie end up with very sore, red bottoms. Would you like to answer again?” Complete obedience will be rewarded. Naughty girls will be spanked.

A visit to the Annex was meant to be a night of fun. Something to relax me. Maybe I’d

find a girl, maybe I wouldn’t. I had very little expectations.
Until Angelica walked into the room looking like she stepped out of a 1952’s Home and Garden Magazine. It wasn’t just the sexy domestic style that caught my eye, it was more. I was drawn to her.
One night. A little fun. A little roleplay. But it wasn’t enough. I don’t think I could ever get enough of her.
But my pretty girl lied. She hides something from me, and I won’t accept that. She’ll learn. And when it’s all over. When I’ve saved her from the demons chasing her, I’ll truly make her mine.
And she’ll live obediently ever after.
Excerpt #1
“Someone like me?” she asked. What the hell did that mean?
“Yes. A woman who would like a man like me,” he said with a grin. His smile was genuine and warm, like it could shove all the chill from her soul if she let it.
“Oh.” She sat on the arm of the couch, crossing her ankles.
He laughed, a soft, low chuckle. Crossing the room, he sat on the couch, on the middle cushion. “Come here, Angel.” He put his hand out to her.
She slipped her hand into his, feeling the heat of his touch spread through her. He pulled gently until she moved from the arm of the couch to stand at his right leg.
“Lie across my lap.” He drew her down.
Right. The reason they were up in the suite. Her job. She needed to do her job. Get the money.

Excerpt #2
“Naughty girls get spankings, don’t they, Angelica?” he asked, rubbing her already-warm ass with his hands.
“Yes.” She nodded, sounding miserable.
“Do you think next time you’ll call a cab if you’ve had too much to drink?” he asked the back of her head. Her curls bobbed with another nod. “Answer me,” he said with a hard smack to her left thigh.

“Yes!” she called out.
“Good. Then we can move on to the lying portion of your punishment.” He didn’t delay another second and went about peppering her ass with harder smacks, concentrating on the delicate spot where her thighs met her ass.
“No! No!” She threw herself forward, and to the side, but he held her to him.
“The more you resist, the longer the spanking takes,” he admonished her and delivered three hard swats to the same spot.
She gasped for air and moaned. “No. Please. I already said I’m sorry.”
“And I already told you that doesn’t change the consequence.” He continued to sprinkle her ass until the slight pink darkened to a nice crimson.
She stopped fighting against him, not that it was working anyway. He could hear soft sobs escaping her, feel tension start to give way in her.
“You’ll take ten with my belt, and then you’ll spend ten minutes in the corner,” he announced after landing a hard smack to her thigh.
“The belt?” she cried. “I don’t think—”

“That’s the problem, Angel, you didn’t think. Hopefully, after you finish with the belt, you’ll remember to think before acting. Think before lying. Think how your actions have consequences. Because if you ever lie to me again, or I find out you lied to anyone else, you’ll be getting a hell of a lot more than ten with my belt. Am I understood?”
Tension eased out of her shoulders. “Yes. I understand.”

Excerpt #3
“What sort of contract are you willing to make tonight?” he asked boldly, not needing to finish the previous conversation. They would have that chat in private. With her skirts well above her waist.
“I—” Her eyes darted around the room. Could she be looking for an escape?

“If it’s easier, I’ll explain what I want, and you can go from there.” He downed the rest of his drink and placed it on the tray of a server walking between the guests.
“You want me?” she asked with more surprise than a woman as beautiful as she should harbor. How hadn’t there been a line of suitors waiting for her already?

“I want a full evening with you, in private, my home preferably. As for activities, I’m not into very heavy play. Mostly impact play, spankings with my hand, my belt. I have a few paddles if needed for a naughty girl. I want a woman who enjoys submission and agrees to being punished when she’s bad.”
Her entire lower lip disappeared into her mouth.
He reached out and pulled it free with his thumb. “I want someone to follow my rules to the letter and accept a bare bottom spanking if she fails.” Images of her lying over his lap with a blushing ass popped into his head.
If her pupils dilated much more, he wouldn’t be able to make out the coloring of her irises.

Author Bio:
USA Today Bestselling Author Measha Stone is a lover of all things erotic and fun who writes kinky romantic suspense and dark romance novels. She won the 2018 Golden Flogger award in two categories, Best Advanced BDSM and Best Anthology. She's hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and the U.K. When she's not typing away on her computer, she can be found nestled up with a cup of tea and her kindle.
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Happy reading,

love Raven xx

Sunday, 19 May 2019

#SundaySnippet from a bookkeeper who has to try and dance

Hi All, and welcome to this week's #SundaySnippet. 

Where I'm showing a little bit about Celine's predicament...

~~~ “As a dancer, here in this establishment you are employed to dance for the customers. I am a customer; you are the entertainment. They are the facts.”
There was little she could answer. No Sir, I am not a dancer, but the bookkeeper, who stood in for a friend who has la grippe and the owner, Madame Solange, my friend was in a panic? That wouldn’t show the club up in a good light. The last thing she wanted to do was damage the club’s reputation, but she knew her limits. To be for want of a better word, brazen, was not in her psyche.

Hope that has whetted your interest

Happy reading,

love Raven xx

(My apologies for the mixed up spacing... No idea why, and can't see how to fix it. I need more coffee.)

Friday, 17 May 2019

#NineForTheWeekend with me...

I got my dates all mixed up, so this week's Nine come from me...

And so as to not be boring, I've turned things about a bit...

My nine favourite places where I've been and set (or am setting) books

(Shaldon, Devon)

(Trossachs, Scotland)

(Loch Lomond, Scotland)

(Sai Kung, Hong Kong)

(Cape Cod, USA)

(Hong Kong Harbour)


(Buchanan Castle, Scotland)

(London, UK
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There's a fair few more, but that's the nine)

happy visiting,

love Raven xx

Sunday, 12 May 2019

#SundaySnippet with the hell of midges

Hi everyone. Welcome to #SundaySnippet.

I'm getting somewhat excited as in the next couple of weeks or so I have two new books coming out.

One as Raven, TheViscount meets his Match.

and one as Katy Lilley, Second Chances for Lottie Botte.

Both are available for preorder, on Amazon.

So, I dithered over which story to take my snippet from and ended up deciding to take it from neither.

Instead I've taken it from a WIP, where my hero and heroine are sitting in a garden in Scotland.

~~~“Who invented midges and why?”
Louisa passed him the spray. She’d already got the midge eating machine on but it didn’t seem to matter how many were drawn to it, the same number weren’t. Sitting in the garden was always a juggling act, deciding how long to stick it out and when you just had to go inside.
“Midges are one of the nasties of the world. Sent to try us and my goodness they do. But then without them I’d spend every one of the few nice days we get outside and miss my deadlines.”
Moss chuckled. “So their reason for being is to send
procrastinating authors hot foot to their computers? Sounds fair enough to me.”~~~ 

Happy reading, 

love, Raven xx

(Ps the midges send everyone indoors.)

Friday, 10 May 2019

NineForTheWeekend~~~ Through Roscoe's Eyes with Kory Steed

Welcome to this week's #NineForTheWeekend, where Kory Steed bares all... wink well not quite, but...

and showcases Through Roscoe's Eyes...

9 things readers may not know about me (or my writing).

1.            I hated Brussel sprouts my entire life because, when served them as a child, my mother boiled them to death. That was until my partner introduced me to them halved and sautéed in olive oil with a little garlic. Now I can’t get enough of them. He cooks them whenever they’re in season. Sometimes, if I make them, I add a little balsamic vinegar.
2.            Personally, I love details about food on the table, the recipes for it, and how it’s prepared whenever I read a story. Since I was advised by one of my copy editors that I include too many details about food in my novels, I’ve cut back significantly on what I revealed. Through Roscoe’s Eyes is the first novel in which I included only the bare minimum of descriptions.
3.            I hate liver in all forms, except liverwurst. I relish it, particularly Braunschweiger.
4.            In Through Roscoe’s Eyes, Roscoe is based on my last dog family member, and Cinders is based on a kitten born from a cat from my childhood.
5.            I love to pickle vegetables. My most recent pickling adventure included two of my grandmother’s recipes, the first for beets with hardboiled eggs and red onions, and the other for three bean salad. I also created a new recipe for sliced miniature sweet peppers.
6.            I tend to write in marathons lasting several days where I get very little sleep. I’m also a pantser (someone who writes by the seat of their pants) for the most part as opposed to someone who plots out their story (plotter) before they write a word. Often I don’t go to bed until just before the sun begins to rise. I’ll sleep for four or so hours and then get up and begin to write again. I also subsist on little more than coffee during these sessions, but occasionally, if my partner is cooking something that fills the house with mouthwatering aromas, I can’t help but stop and eat. This usually breaks the writing cycle for a week or more. (I think he does it on purpose because he doesn’t want to see me get sick.)
7.            I love soup of all kinds, but my favorite homemade recipes are chicken vegetable, tomato with basil, lentil with hotdog slices (that’s how my mother made it when I was a child), and split pea with ham. Lentil and split pea always include one sliced carrot, two diced potatoes, and a bay leaf or two. My favorite hot dogs are the cheapest kind, a combination of chicken, pork, and beef. I’ve never liked all beef hotdogs.
8.            If I could, I’d stay up every night until 3 AM and then sleep ’til 11 AM. Unfortunately, I can only do this regularly in the winter and only when there isn’t reflected sunlight from snow on the ground.
9.            I don’t like exotic meats. I’m a chicken, beef, and pork and a few types of fish kind of guy. I’ve cut back significantly on beef and pork, so when I have them, it’s a real treat. I also love most shellfish, but I detest mussels. Whatever is yellow inside them grosses me out. My favorite seafood recently is deep fried calamari with fresh lemon juice drizzled over top and then dipped in marinara sauce, but it has to be hot. If it gets cold, I can’t eat it.

Through Roscoe’s Eyes

When Reggie sets out to continue his mother’s mission to feed the homeless, he never anticipated how much a chance encounter with an injured man, his small, gaunt dog, Roscoe, and sick, young cat, Cinders, would change the course of his life. With a winter storm approaching, Reggie makes a snap decision and brings the wary trio to his estate home to be cared for and nursed back to health.
Reggie learns the man’s name is Calvin, he was a quartermaster in the army, and he was dishonorably discharged prior to the repeal of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”. Taking pity on the man and in need of someone to help him run his mother’s foundation, Reggie offers Calvin a job. With few prospects in sight to find shelter for his small family during the peak of winter, Calvin reluctantly accepts Reggie’s offer on a trial basis, but it is only one of many trials both men will face.
Eventually, yearnings Reggie and Calvin had buried deep inside begin to fan the nearly extinguished embers of passion in both men. With Calvin drawing emotional support from Roscoe and Cinders, and Reggie discovering an ally in his beloved housekeeper, both men explore their newfound attraction, edging them toward the precipice of an ecstasy neither could have imagined.
Will the discovery of a past connection between the two men’s families be enough to bring them together? Or will sinister, outside forces and an unexpected loss of life shatter the bonds between both families and both men for good?


Reggie nodded and smiled as he closed the door behind them and then led Calvin to the foot of his bed. Placing both of his hands behind Calvin’s neck, he pulled him in and tenderly kissed his mouth. His hands slid down until he reached the top of Calvin’s shirt. He drew the shirttails from his pants and began to unbutton it.
“You’ll go slow, right?” Calvin asked as he pulled away, breaking the kiss.
“Whatever you want, Calvin. We don’t have to push this. We can just talk if you like.”
Calvin’s eyes began to twinkle. “Hell no,” he said, seductively. “The time fer talkin’s over. I want the full treatment.” Then his face turned impish. “If you please, sir.”
Reggie laughed out loud. “Well you certainly don’t have any difficulty making your wishes known.”
“That ain’t never been one of my problems. I said it, ‘coz, well, you know, I ain’t had it in a while.”
“I’ll be very gentle,” Reggie assured him, “It’s been a while for me as well, but you have had sex before, anal sex I mean, right?
“Oh, hell yeah, but it’s been more ’n a couple o’ years. Things likely t’ have un-stretched if’n ya know what I means.”
“I do, and I hope you’ll not be the only one to be re-stretched tonight, if you know what I mean.”
“I’ll do my best.” Calvin reached for Reggie’s shirt, but Reggie stopped him when he cupped his chin with his right hand and drew him toward him by the shoulder with his left. Calvin’s arms fell to his sides as a moan escaped his mouth when Reggie ran his tongue up his neck and ended behind his ear.
“God, you smell good,” Reggie whispered. “You taste even better, but there’s something I’ve wanted to taste even more for days now.” Reggie dropped to his knees and frantically yanked at Calvin’s belt. He undid the top button, and slid down the fly of his pants, then pulled them to the floor in one fell swoop. Immediately his mouth was upon the thick, seven-inch, hard shaft, drawing it into his mouth through the boxers’ fabric.
As Calvin’s legs began to tremble, he grasped Reggie’s head, steadying himself. “You’re gonna make me buckle over if’n you keep that up.”
“Mmm,” Reggie moaned.
When he slipped the mushroomed head through the boxers’ fly and sucked down the liquid-gold pre-cum oozing from the tip, Calvin grunted. “Damn, boy, you know what to do with a mouth!”
Spurred on by Calvin’s words, Reggie began to bob his head up and down, sucking extra hard as his lips passed over the head’s flange. He drew the shaft in further until his face bounced off Calvin’s belly when it reached the back of his throat.
Calvin could feel himself being brought closer and closer to the edge of orgasm as his prostate began to shudder. “No, Reggie! Wait! Please slow down.” He began to pant. “I want the first … first time I come … come with you to be … to be with you inside me.”
“So good … you taste so good,” Reggie moaned between breaths, not slowing down in the least.
“Reggie!” Calvin cried out as he stumbled forward.
As he fell toward the floor, Reggie’s grip was broken as Calvin caught himself against the footboard of the bed. “Damn, boy, I nearly came. You got yourself one hell of an appetite there!”
“And then some,” Reggie said, with a leer.
Calvin sat down on the floor and held his hands out in front of him. “Please, can we slow this down a smidge? We got all night.”
“Yeah, we do,” Reggie answered with lust in his voice. “And I’m planning to dine on you several times before morning.”
“Then let’s do this right.” How ‘bout a shower, or a bath first?”
“Even better. Then we’ll be all slick and slippery.”
“This here’s a different side of you I ain’t never seen, fer sure. I think I like it, Reggie, but it’s gonna take some gettin’ used t’.”
“Sorry,” Reggie said anxiously. “I’m just so worked up right now. I can’t believe this is really happening, not to me, not now, and I don’t want it to slip by.”
Calvin caressed Reggie’s face. “Me neither.”
“I was so sure I wasn’t going to let it happen. I was determined to not allow my desire for you to ruin the friendship that began to develop between us. And besides, you’re my employee.”
Calvin leaned forward and reached out to caress Reggie’s face. “I ain’t makin’ light of it, but I sure am glad you decided otherwise, ‘coz I’m gonna need help with this,” he said as he gazed into Reggie’s eyes and drew his hand to his pulsating shaft. Then he lowered his eyes to Reggie’s groin. “And I think you’re gonna need help, too.”
Calvin pushed Reggie back up and rose to his knees as he began to unfasten Reggie’s pants. As the belt came free, and Reggie helped to shimmy them and his briefs down, his eight inches of manhood sprang free. It was so thick, Calvin’s fingertips barely met when he wrapped his hand around it. So engorged with blood, its purpled veins contorted and seethed, begging for release, as the shaft swelled and bounced with each heartbeat.
Reggie moaned as Calvin caressed its length with his fingertips. “There’s only one thing that will relieve it, Calvin.”
“I know.” Calvin answered as he licked his lips and leaned forward. “And I’m gonna help you out with that right now, as best I can.”
The moment he pressed his lips to the swollen, purpled head, Calvin began to suck greedily, drawing in the briny nectar that oozed through the slit at the tip. He licked his thumb and index finger and formed them into a ring, then wrapped them around the sensitive spot behind the ridge, extending the pressure his lips exerted and gently milked back and forth across the sensitive glans. As saliva slid down the shaft, it lubricated his grip even more, sending shivers up Reggie’s spine.
“Oh, fuck!” Reggie cried out. “Oh, fuck, just like that. Yeah, baby, just like that!”
“So good … tastes so good,” Calvin moaned in response. “Gawd, it’s been so long … so damn long.”
Reggie began to slowly thrust his hips forward, advancing his cock until it pushed through Calvin’s stretched lips. He continued to thrust until it reached the back of Calvin’s mouth, nearly dislocating his jaw with its girth. Calvin gagged and his eyes watered, but he pressed on and swallowed as the head passed his tonsils, drawing the tip down his throat. Reggie shuddered as pleasure waves spread from his loins and out through his body when the thickened saliva that formed at the back of Calvin’s throat slicked the path his cock followed. “Baby, you’re bringing me close. You’re going to make me come.”
Calvin slid off his cock, choking as it left his throat. “Ain’t that the idea?” he said after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

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and that is this week's fabulous #NineForTheWeekend

Happy reading,
love Raven xx