#SexySnippets whereDeAnne knows life is never going to be the same again

It's #SexySnippet Time...

I'm writing (and sniggering over) my WOP, which is generally known as DeAnne's story but is called The Awesome Ladies Supper Club.

Married or not?
She'd not sure.
However she is sure that married or not, he's a lying cheating ratfink.
Or is he?
It's a tricky subject, and not one she wants to delve into.
Until Tanner reappears and says they need to be seen as a couple.
Now she's got to make her mind up. Trust him...or throw him to the wolves...

And your #SexySnippets

“I really do need you De, I wouldn’t be here, begging if I didn’t.”

“I really don’t need you Tanner, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t a set up.”

He twisted a blade of grass between the fingers of the hand he hadn’t anchored me with. “De, I knew you wouldn’t just agree. I chose to do it this way with the help of your mates who said I deserved a hearing, but if I upset you they’d string me from lamppost outside the pub and tar and feather me. Fair enough...will you at least let me try and explain?"

Now if I said no I’d be the baddy.

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Happy reading,

love Raven x

#MWT with an apology and a tease...

First the apology... I was all over the place last week. Literally and metaphorically, and it was only when I went into here on Saturday, I discovered I'd left my #Mid WeekTease in draft...

(Okay, source pinterest, and I couldn't find one of a cat saying 'er...what???')

Anyway, onto #MidWeekTease

Which is a tease from a WIP that is making me giggle. Another Naughty Forties book.

This one is DeAnne's story... 

The Awesome Ladies Supper Club

(She's fed up, set up and not up for it...)

Do you know how one bloody raised eyebrow and a sexy smile can reduce your friends to simpering idiots? Even as I tugged on Rhonda’s shirt and muttered ‘don’t you dare leave me with him’, she the turncoat and her sisters in crime were standing up and preparing to walk away. I began to struggle to my feet only to be stopped—on my knees no less—by Carol who pushed on my shoulder. ‘You stay there and listen.’ She fixed me with what was known amongst our mates as the Carol Crusher—it crushed all thoughts of rebellion PDQ. ‘Whatever you think he deserves his five minutes of explaining.’

‘So you’re throwing me to the wolves? Gee, great friends.’

It was a set up, I might have known. There was no way I could see Mr Great Big Movie Star, Tanner McTavish back here on his own accord. What the hell did he want?

Do I want to know? Dammit I did.

‘Actually, we are,’ Rhonda said. She didn’t sound even the smallest bit repentant. I mean she could have at least tried to pretend she was. Well no not Rhonda. She couldn’t.

“Rotters.”

 “Great friends. Pull up your big girl panties and get over it,” she said in a brisk, no nonsense fashion. “If we didn’t think it was for your own good, there’s no way we would have agreed to this, and you know it.’

I did but it didn’t make it any easier.

Especially when Tanner just stood there, with what the romance authors call an enigmatic smile playing on his face.

‘Oh, hold on.’ Carol bent down and pressed something into my hand before she sketched a wave and dashed off to catch the others up.

‘If I’m found dead under a bush, I’ll haunt you,’ I shouted after them.

The buggers ignored me.

My nemesis aka Tanner Sodding McTavish smirked.

I scowled. “Fine bloody friends I’ve got.”

‘Stop pouting, love. When you hear what I have to say you’ll realise you have. “Anyway.” He pushed his hair of his forehead with an absent, but impatient gesture that I dammit to hell so remembered. “They’re only over the hill so don’t worry you’ll forget you hate me and jump my bones instead. One love shriek and they’ll be here at the double to stop you doing something before you think about it.” He grinned. “We never did s lot of thinking did we? More act now and think later.” Then he sobered. “De, I need to talk to you. It’s important. That’s why I asked your mates to let me do it like this. Sort of so you have to.”

“I can shove my fingers in my ears and sing out of tune loudly,” I pointed out.

Yeah, but you won’t,” the bastard said confidently. “You want to know what’s so goddam important.”

Damn him he was correct.

“Okay,” I said resigned. “Hit me with it.”

He pushed me to sit down again. So I didn’t fall down?

I had that horrible ‘the shit is about to hit the fan’ sensation.

“Go on... Get it over with.” I didn’t add though I wanted to, like nasty medicine take it fast.

“We need to be a couple again. Been seen together. Show we’re happily married.”

Thank god I was sitting down.

I looked at the packet Carol shoved into my hand. Hellfire, was she optimistic or what? It was a twelve pack of condoms. Multi flavoured and various types. She’d stuck a note on it. There must be a few you like in this lot. More stashed in the picnic basket.

 Actually, I hated the damned things, but sometimes, needs must.

Somehow I didn’t think that this was one of those times.

I’d rather a nice cup of coffee and to be told it was all a big joke.

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Happy reading,

love, Raven xx

#MIdWeekTease where DeAnne's dreams might just become a nightmare... #AwesomeLadies

Hi all and welcome to #MidWeekTease

This week we catch up with the ladies from Orrsholm on a picnic. 

“Earth to DeAnne.”

Grief I’d been so far gone in my not so fantastic fantasies I’d forgotten where I was and who with. I sat up straight and yawned very OTT. “Sorry, I’m knackered and I ache and not from nice stuff either.”

“Cabbages screaming do not cut me?” Brandie asked with a giggle. She’d been a mate of Marylou’s when they grew up stateside and somehow both up ended living in what some called the arse end of nowhere and we called home. She’s my second in command, lifesaver whatever you want to call her and knows damned well we don’t grow cabbages. We do however grow soft fruits and the sort of veg I like. So along with chickens—awkward blighters—we make a living. It might be nothing like my sort of ex makes. Think his week is more than my year or more but at least I’m happy. Most of the time

Gah I sound a right moaning Minnie.

“The chickens frightened by a bloody fox. We’ll be on plums for eggs for a week.” That expression made the others laugh, like I’d intended to. No one needed to know what really kept me awake.

Hot erotic dreams that left me sweating, writhing and so sodding horny I broke my bullet. Of course you can guess who starred in them. I really must not watch him on Netflix.

“Talking about plums...” Sandy’s voice trailed off. “Fuck and hell. Who ever said talk and it appears was right.”

“What?”

She put her arm around me. “Brace yourself. Because if my eyes don’t deceive me, there’s a talk dark ratfink appearing over the horizon. Well, over the hill. And he looks awfully like your ex.”

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Happy reading,

love Raven xx

#MidWeekTease with one of our Awesome Ladies of Orrsholm thinking about sex... (as ever)

Hi all here's this week's #MidWeekTease with another tease from The Awesome Ladies Supper Club.

Where this week, DeAnne is thinking about sex... (when does she not... 🤣🤣 )

This week, we’d decided on a walk up the local hill and a picnic with fizz to celebrate the allegedly coming of summer. And all of us were able to make it.

So here we were sitting on rugs with our backs to a convenient rock or three, swigging Moet, eating pate and dishing the dirt on out so called local hero.

One I knew rather well.

I used to be married to him.

Yep, okay used to is a misnomer, but I reckon people think the divorce went through. It didn’t because he went all pissy, said he wasn’t guilty, everything was a pack of lies, and wouldn’t agree to it. The fact the woman whose name is etched on my brain, Patty-Ann DeGrell, a so called actress, had shouted it to the world and no doubt make seven figure sums out of all her ‘he’s dumped me and I’m heartbroken articles’ didn’t deter him. He just denied it all, said the woman was lying, and get this he loved me and was faithful.

When their pictures were everywhere. Those he added most vociferously were either fake or from their latest film. Did I mention he was a sodding A-list box office money raker-in?

I swear, never get involved with anyone who has an ego that needs stroking. It’s crap. Actually, that’s not fair. And I do try to be fair, even when I’m trashing him. He didn’t have a big ego.

Even so, ego or not, he put up so many bloody rocks and objections to our divorce, I gave up. After all I have no intention of ever getting married again, so a husband somewhere in the world and no doubt shagging whatever he fancied, was nothing to worry about.

So while he shagged, I used my trusty bullet. Actually I’m on number three. No messy breakups, unless you count the time number two expired mid climax and I threw it across the room and broke a vase.

But boy if I’m honest, I miss what I thought we had.

Not just sex, although that is a biggie. I mean plastic or a prick? No contest. Well, actually now I come to think of it, it depends what you mean by prick.

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Happy reading,

love Raven x