#MidWeekTease time With a lady who isn't impressed with her mates choice of an evening out.

Told you I'm trying to get back in the swing of things.

Yep, it's #MidWeekTease time

And today in celebration of my book out yesterday, the 2nd boxed set of Diomhair, here's a tease from the first box set. (That does make sense honest)

available here (or from Amazon uk or Totally Bound)

Diomhair—What happens there, stays there...

blurb... Secrets Scared

They say never share a secret. Sometimes, though, it’s the only thing to do.
Jess is looking forward to her night out clubbing with her best friend, but her anticipation turns to dismay when she realises the venue is a BDSM club not the disco she’d envisioned. After a disastrous experience with the lifestyle in her past, she’s adamant she wants nothing to do with it now.
David agreed to pick up his friend’s sister as a favour, and is surprised to find himself instantly attracted to the fiery Jess. The experienced Dom recognises Jess’ bluster for what it is—fear. There is no doubt in his mind that Jess is submissive, but getting her to accept that fact will take some doing.
David is determined to help her, but it is up to Jess to accept. When Jess does give in to her secret desires, can she truly let go and be the sub David is looking for, or will she hold onto her secrets?
At Diomhair you never know what will happen in the end.

and your wee tease...

"Jessie love, I maybe need to tell you exactly where we’re going. Before the car gets here.”
Oh ho. Jess’s body clenched. She’d seen that particular look on her friend’s face before.
“Go on.” She did her best to keep the wariness out of her voice and was sure she hadn’t. “And stop shoving that pelmet at me, no way am I going anywhere in that.”
“Diomhair, it’s Gaelic for—”
“I know what it’s for.” Why hadn’t she made the connection earlier? “Secret. Oh shit, don’t tell me it’s some weird pop up place, and we’re blindfolded to get in? Oh no, Kath, no, no, no, you’re not dragging me into anything weird. Not again. That shop in town was bad enough.” Jess blushed as she remembered the bondage shop Kath had dragged her into. She’d chosen to ignore the way her nipples had puckered when she’d seen clamps and chains designed for that part of the body, and her juices had gushed looking at a clit clamp and various jewellery to decorate it. Once she’d worked out what it was meant for, that was. She might have the idea she was fairly street wise, but Jess knew now, that whatever she’d done she was a babe in arms compared to a lot of people—Kath probably being one.
Kath howled with laughter, then sobered. “Where do you think I got this from?” She ran her hands over the bustier. “Look, hon, you said you wanted to get out of your rut. Jeff and I decided this was the best way. Hell, I reckon if you’ll let yourself, you’ll not only enjoy the night, you’ll be more than interested to indulge.”
“In?”
“Whatever you fancy. Oh, Jess, don’t look like you’re going to watch an execution, you don’t have to do anything. Hell, you can stop in the bar and drink orange juice if that’s your preference, but you did say it was up to me to shake you up a bit.”

“Hmm there’s shaking, and there’s shaking.” Jess knew she sounded less than enthusiastic. “So, what exactly are we going to?” The way Kath looked at her made her heart pound and her stomach churn. She wasn’t going to like the answer she was sure. “Fess up.”
“BDSM play night.”

She was correct, she didn’t. 

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Happy reading, 

love Raven xx

#MidWeekTease and Master...where Caden wonders why...

Hi all and yes, it's #MidWeekTease time and fingers crossed this goes up at the right time...

I really scratched my head (no I do not have head lice) wondering what would be a good tease this week. I've not written many words due to that flipping gluten attack, and was struggling a bit.

But then I had an idea (well a glimmer of an idea, as on one sentence) for a story, and decided I needed to reread Master.

So your #MidWeekTease is from there...

blurb...

Caden McCourt did not expect to find his estranged wife Diana at a BDSM club. When he does, the renowned Master is determined to claim back his errant wife. 

When Diana left him fifteen years prior, she lost a part of herself. Seeing Cade again throws her into a tail spin. 

She cannot be the sub he needs, but she can't walk away either. When she's challenged by Cade to face her demons, her old nightmares resurface. Can they overcome the chasm between them, or are the nightmares simply too strong?

and your tease...

PART ONE
Flashback
Chapter One
Cade wandered the house, room to room, the letter in his hand. One word, one fucking word. A simple and stark 'no'. Why?
She'd seemed happy ... okay, he allowed, maybe not exactly happy, but fine with things. Accepting some things and asking a lot of questions about others. However, that was always a good thing, yes?
Not, in this case no. A big sodding on your bike, mate, take a hike no.
Nothing of her remained. Well yes, he allowed, everything he'd bought was still there. But her? Her essence, herself? That was one big bloody no. Not even a hint of her perfume in the drawers or wardrobe. It was as if she'd never been there.
He ran his fingers over the top of the dressing table. No dust, but then there wasn't likely to be. She'd loved the antique piece he'd given her, telling him she'd never ever part with it, but she'd left it. Hell, she'd joked if he ever got fed up with her the dresser was part of her severance pay. He'd shown her just how unlikely that scenario was. Cade would have bet his best Shibari rope she'd enjoyed being persuaded.
Wrong again.
The fact she'd gone told Cade more than anything just how she'd cut herself off from him. How she couldn't accept him as he was and, he acknowledged, always would be.

For the first time in his adult life, Caden McCourt cried. Big heaving sobs that racked his body.
And strangely for him, he didn't plot revenge. 

(If you want to read more about Caden and his lady, you can buy Master from Evernight Publishing,( by clicking on here  ) Kobo, Smashwords and Amazon.) 

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With many thanks to Angelica Dwson, who sorts all this out for us.

Happy reading,

love  Raven xx

#MidWeekTease with a hot as hades memory...

A big hi this week, as I'm at the nail biting, is this latest which Doris has to 'redit' crap, and where are my yes, no, or r'n'r's for the ones out on sub?

Anyway now that's off my chest (gives the girls space) I can decide what to tease you with.

*Thinks for a second*

Right here we go...

this is from the m/s that I think is pants... I mean allegedly, a hot sexy shifter story...and *headsdesk* no current sex or current shifting in it.

What was I thinking? Well, as I'd written about the previous sex and shifting, I don't think I was thinking. just a bit hot and bothered.

and this is why...

(unedited)

It was only dreams, it had to be. Of long summer holidays in Scotland at her Granny’s house. Where granny made black bun and oatcakes, Dundee cake rich with fruit and fed most of the local children with it.

Of amber eyes boys who laughed and teased, shimmied up trees and hid and let those elusive Scottish wild cats dance around her. Those cats themselves, so unafraid and fearless, as they chose to stay in her orbit. Of one cat in particular. Whose eyes shone like the sun or became unfathomable and a smooth silky grey when the mood took him. Allowing her to pet him as if he were as domestic and tamed.

Of a somber-eyed lad who made sure she came to no harm. Helped her climb, scrump for apples and took her raspberry picking to make pocket money.

Whose face was forever in shadow. Except for those eyes. Eyes which seemed to see right into her soul.

Of innocent touches, that became bolder, hotter and showed her how the right person could affect her in such a way. And how she could, and did affect him.

How they learned, and laughed together, shared secrets and talked of ‘one day soon’.

And still, try as she might, she couldn’t see his face clearly.

 Of his mouth on her breast, teasing tugging, nipping until she was hot and wet. His hands, firm as he stroked her from head to toe, his long fingers that he pushed gently and them with assertion inside her. The way he played with her clit until she throbbed, telling her how good she was, how perfect it all was. Then his voice deep with arousal and dominance saying... “come for me. Come now.”

Of a young man, who, stood tall as he told her he wouldn’t be there if she came again. Who drew her close to him, and whispered in her ear.

“If only we had a future. But you have to follow your dreams, and I...” he sighed and his face in the shadows was ashen, “I have to follow orders.”

“Then can I order you...” she smiled, confident in what she wanted. “To take me and show me just this once, how it could be when I feel you inside me.”

And in her dreams he laughed and did so, with the words, “this is the first and last time I’m not in charge. If only I could show you, my pet, how our life could have been if things could be different. With me as your Dom and...”

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Happy reading,

love Raven xx

#MidWeekTease and an interesting bedchamber

Hi all, here's this weeks tease. I hope you enjoy it...

(Jane is making love with Luke for the first time)

Jane let Luke lead her from the sitting room into the bedchamber. The bed itself, an overlarge four-poster, seemed to dominate the room and the intricate crisscross of silken ropes and ties were, to her mind, excessive. She liked simple plain lines. Not at all the fashion of the day, but then Jane had never been one to follow fashion. Luke caught her gaze.
"I find it exciting to bind my companion's hands and perhaps her body," he said in the same tone he might use to admit he enjoyed a glass of port or a day's riding to hounds. "Only if she's willing, of course." His look was speculative and Jane ignored the dampness between her thighs. The only times she'd ever experience that feeling was with the help of a specially crafted darning mushroom, that had never been near a sock or a hank of wool.
"Of course," she said in the same tone. "And are they?"
"Well, you tell me." Luke set one of the ropes swinging. "I'm not a mind reader, mores the pity."
"I intend to walk before I run, or swing," Jane said and turned into his arms.
Luke held her close, and she enjoyed the feeling of rightness. "Then a cuddle it is. Do you need—" He gestured to the door leading to the bathing chamber. "Everything is in there."
The heat of a blush prickled her skin. "Please? Oh, and my nightrail?"
"Not needed. There's a robe in there for you to wear until you come to bed. I'm going to use the bathing chamber across the hall, and meet you back here. I'm a modern man. I bathe and expect my guests to do so after a day's hunting. We smell, the dogs smell, and I have no intention of my house smelling as well. Cleanliness is next to godliness, and I need all the help I can get." He went out of the room whistling, and Jane chuckled as she made use of the facilities.
She eyed the robe that was indeed waiting for her. It was almost transparent. A robe for a lover. Had he really put it there with her in mind? She took a deep breath, wrapped it tightly around her body, and hurried into the bedchamber. To her relief, she was there before Luke and scrambled into bed, still wearing the robe. It might not afford much protection, but the illusion helped her.
Should she stretch out or sit up? Pull the covers up tight around her neck or strive for nonchalance and let them sit looser? Really it was so complicated.

Miss Simpkins' School for Seduction is available from Amazon, Bookstrand or here from Evernight Publishing

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Happy reading,

love Raven xx 

#MidWeekTease and a woman on a mission

Hi all and welcome to my publication day *cue dancing, nail biting and a glass of fizz later* #MidWeekTease

Which of course is coming from today's book

Miss Simpkins' School for Seduction

(Evernight Publishing and you can buy it here now and yeah, really chuffed)

Blurb...

A school for seduction? Scandalous.

Husbands need to be shown that given the chance, their prim and proper wives can be more fun in the bedroom than any mistress. Therefore, who better to advise the young ladies of the ton about sexual satisfaction than Molly Simpkins, the ex-mistress of an Earl?

Molly’s methods are unorthodox, and would send the dowagers into fits of apoplexy if they knew what went on behind closed doors. However, compete discretion is assured.

Meet Flora, Lydia, Miranda, Jane and Molly herself as they introduce their partners to the sexual delights to be found in relationships that flout convention.

and your tease...

"I, My Lord, have a desire to feel your hand on me. Only yours."
Felix knelt back and studied her face. "Just my hand? What about my crop? Or a specially made flogger? What if I desire to redden your arse like that?"

Excitement coursed through her. Not just with his hand? Her quim tingled and her inner muscles clenched to hold back her juices as best she could. Really, to soak his legs would be all too easy, but surely a lady had to have some decorum?
"Let it go," Felix said. "If you are to be with me, never ever hold your desire in check. The first rule of any relationship is, in my opinion, to be open and honest."
So no decorum needed then? She relaxed her legs and felt the trickle of her arousal creep down her thigh.
"Until I feel their sting I can not say."
"It shall be on our plan of action. Firstly though, I really need to get down on one knee. Perhaps though we could be unconventional and I ask you to marry me with you over my knee instead?"
Miranda replayed his words in her mind. "Marry? You've been inside me once and want to marry me? But don't you need to ask Papa for my hand first?"
He chuckled. "Being inside you has nothing to do with it. Nor does your papa. I've fought my inclinations for long enough. If you don't mind being tied to an old man, why should I mind it?"
"Well, I don't. You're not old and I'd love to see you put me over your knee from there— Ow, ah... Felix..." He moved so fast Miranda had no time to gather her wits before she found herself across his knee and with one of his arms pinning her there. The first touch of his hand tickled. The second third and fourth didn't. By the fifth, she was floating, and pain morphed into pleasure and hot arousal.
"Let go and come for me." The spanks followed one after another, and she needed no further bidding. Miranda screamed her completion long and loud. Her whole body shook and she sobbed tears of pleasure. Felix soothed her tender skin with a soft caress. His hands stroked as he whispered words she couldn't decipher, until she stopped shaking and took a deep breath.
"I think it would be interesting to feel your crop and flogger, my lord, but in all honesty I cannot see how that can be bettered. Apart from your cock in my channel."
"Then will you marry me, Miranda?" He teased her nether hole with the tip of a finger and she held her breath. Would he? It was something else she'd wondered about. She clenched her buttocks and thrust her arse toward him. His finger dipped another quarter of an

inch, to stop just before the ring of muscles she knew was there. "Maybe once you have agreed to be mine we can discover the
delights of my cock in your arse."
"Oh yes, please. But, Felix, are you sure?" Miranda was
dismayed she couldn't keep the anxious note out of her voice. "I know I've begged and teased you, but are you really sure?"
He lifted her onto his knee, and Miranda gasped as the rough hairs of his legs scratched her tender arse.
"I'll apply some salve soon," he promised her.  

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love Raven xx

#MIdWeekTease with a hint and a ???

I really am teasing you today...

Grace Goddard is a normal, no nonsense sort of girl. The last thing she's going to do is let anyone boss her around in any way.

Until she meets the one man who can turn her inside out.

If she wants him to.

Malachi Stone is very much ready to show Grace just who is boss. If only she'll let him.

Why her, he has no idea. After all, isn't she the only woman ever to turn him down?

And that dear readers, is your lot for today... *wink*

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Happy reading,

love Raven xx

#MidWeekTease from a new Death Isle story, by Kera Faire

This week's #MidWeekTease is from the next Death Isle book by Kera Faire. (my dark side)

What do you think?

(It is word vomit)

"Do you miss it?" Astrid asked as she and Darke leant on the empty pig sty and gazed out across the loch. 
The December day was drawing to a close, the sky full of snow, and the air scented with that indefinable smell of winter. Most of the trees that once shielded the buildings had been chopped down the rest denuded of leaves. It was both desolate and beautiful.
A heron flew over, the sound of its wings loud in the stillness.
Astrid shivered as she looked up at her silent husband.
"You know, the adrenaline, the danger, the knowledge you were doing something positive to make out country a better place for our kids to grow up?"
Darke stirred, turned to lean his back on the wall of the pen and pulled her toward him. 
"Yes and no. I find it somewhat alarming that to all intents and purposes it's deemed the Dispatchers aren't necessary. Perturbed that this new government seems to think everything in the world is hunky dory, and they don't need people like us." He sighed and kissed his wife's nose. "If I felt the same, I'd turn my back on it all, take you and the kids ad emigrate to n island in the south pacific and lotus eat for the rest of our lives." 
"You'd be bored rigid within a week," Astrid said shrewdly.
Darke laughed. "Oh so true my love.' He sobered and stared down at his wife. "Between us? I have that itch. The one that tells me to be alert, that something is going to go down before long." He stood silent for a moment. "I think we need to get everyone together, see what we can find out, and be aware."

If you'd like to find out more about Death Isle the books are all on Amazon or Evernight here

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Happy reading,

love Raven xx

#MidWekTease, where Jess wonders why she is so apprehensive

It's that time again...

Hi all, here's this week's #MidWeekTease

The other day, I drove past the ruined castle I used (when I'd rebuilt it of course) for the Diomhair, series. So I thought I'd tease with a bit from Secrets Remembered, the first book.

Diomhair—what happens there, stays there.

and your tease...

(Kath has decided Jess will go to Diomhair, just to see what it's like. She's not so keen)

The cab wasn’t what she’d call a cab. It was a black limo with the rear windows dark. Standing by the door and holding it open was the most drop-dead hunk of a guy she’d seen in a long while. Her clit went into overdrive and sent

messages pulsing through her body, and her juices out of her pussy to soak her knickers. If he was a chauffeur, his uniform was unusual to say the least. Indigo blue denims and a black silk shirt fit as if they had been sprayed onto him and there was a black leather jacket thrown carelessly on the seat next to him.
He stared at her with dark almost-black eyes, his face blank. All of a sudden, the arousal Jess had felt dried up faster than an oasis in the midst of a desert summer. She shook,

not with arousal, but with worry. Something about him, and the way he watched her so closely, spelled trouble.
It seemed Kath had no such qualms as she waved to him as they approached the car. Jess had no chance to hang back because Kath held her as tight as a limpet clung to a rock.
“Thank you, Ma—David. This is Jessica.”
Jess had no time to wonder what her companion had been going to say before the man bowed and smiled.
“Jessica, welcome.”
She didn’t think so. His voice rumbled through her, and set off a minor earthquake in her clit. She didn’t welcome it. Cocoa, a good book and her yellow duck jammies had never seemed more of a good idea than then. 

You can buy this and all the other Diomhair books from all leading  retailers both as an eBook and a paperback.

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Happy reading,

love Raven xx

#midWeekTease with a guy who might just be ready, willing and more than able...

Hi all, welcome to #MidWeekTease

I'm waiting for edits on my next Naught Forties book, so I thought I'd give you a wee tease from the first one, Darling Doc.

(I just love that cover...created by the fantastic Jay Aheer)

blurb...

This stuff only happens in romance novels….

After a chance meeting on a crowded tram, Sandy has cause to re-evaluate several things.

1, It is perfectly possible to lust after a stranger.

2, It isn’t only fictional heroines who need to carry spare panties.

3, A man’s voice really can almost make you climax in public.

4, Great sex does exist.

5, Being a doctor can complicate things.

When her chance encounter turns up in her surgery, there is only one thing for it. Grab said hunk and the sex on offer with both hands and don’t let go. Alistair isn’t a patient after all… and what two consenting adults get up to in their spare time can’t be love, or can it?

and your #MidWeekTease

He moved.
Moved away.
You know that sense of disappointment you get when
someone shows you what you crave and then snatches it way before you even get a taste or a touch? That hit me like a ton of bricks, and I stiffened, amazed how swiftly it washed through me.
“Condom,” Alistair said in a husky voice. “Before I forget and get carried away with my need to be in you.”
“Shall I?”
He shook his head. “I daren’t let you. I’d come at first touch. Next time, and the time after, and...” He twisted to pick up the packet, and then I saw it.
On his ass. A tiny tattoo. Of a demon.
Oh my, yes.
Did I moan? Probably. He tore open the wrapping with a rustle.
“Ready?”
More than.
“Oh yes.”
I had no idea that watching a man protect us could be such a sodding turn-on. He stroked the prophylactic down his length and looked at me.
“Darling doc, I can’t promise anything but a short, hard fucking this time. I’ve dreamed about loving you and making you mine. The kink is such an amazing bonus. I’m humbled to find you desire me that way, as I do you. But as I hope to be your Sir, I also yearn to fill you and watch your face as you come now. Licking every salty, aroused inch of you.”

you can pick up your copy of #Darling Doc from Amazon, Kobo etc or by clicking here

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happy reading,

love Raven x