#MidWeekTease In a Glassworks

Welcome to another #MidWeekTease, where we tease, tantalise, and tempt you with a WIP or book.

This week I'm over the moon with The Furnace Man, which was published by Evernight Publishing last week and you can purchase it

here

With a fantastic cover, courtesy of Jay Aheer, I have to give you one more peek from it.

Blurb

Don’t piss off the furnace man.

It might be a standing joke around the glass factory— he’ll mix you with the sand and burn you, leaving nothing left to discover—but Lindsey Earnshaw is about to find out the truth behind it.

Placed there to spy on the place on behalf of the government, a warning message brings forth not only a dead body, but also the one man she’s never forgotten.

Michael Hoult cannot believe his eyes, when his ex-wife turns out to be the receptionist on duty. Having to drug her in order to not blow his cover will not earn him her renewed submission, neither will whisking her away to the Death Isle.

Duty first, though. It cost him his marriage all those years ago, but with Lindsey now working for the same side, can they not only catch a killer, but also rediscover each other?

The place worked 24/7 and there were plenty of people about if you knew where to look for them, but in the office block? Her and a few mice. Not another body to be seen.
A body? Oh hell. 
That of course was why she was there. 
Shit, do not think of a body. A person. Me, a totally live—well almost—I can’t make any promises about all of my body being alive—person. She mentally rolled her eyes at her thoughts. When was the last time she used all of said body in a myriad of ways? Specifically her pussy? Too long ago to remember. Even the hot as hell guy who had done his best to pick her up and seduce her just before she’d started her job hadn’t touched her. Not after she threatened to cut off his balls with a rusty pen knife if he didn’t give over and stop with the fake charm. She swore she saw a glimmer of appreciation before he did the oh so overdone hurt, ‘I want you for you, I’m so not like that’ shite. She hadn’t been convinced, and sent him packing. It was still a source of amazement he’d gone without an argument.

Plus, if she didn’t do the check your boobs thing regularly they would think they were redundant, it had been so long since any other hands touched them. Years...she just had no idea...
Rubbish, isn’t. Don’t lie. The last occasion was etched on her brain. As well as the time, date and fuck buddy. And what a shitty idea that had been. Oh the sex was amazing; there was no doubt about that. Her clit still tingled when she thought about it. Hell she could come without using Roger the rabbit when she thought of that guy and the way his green eyes lit up as he stroked her skin, played with her hair and whispered her name. 'My Lindsey'.
My Lindsey. Load of rubbish. 
Enough already. 
Michael Coulter, ex number one, was out of her orbit. One night of bliss, an oh so romantic ceremony on the beach, followed by a shitty marriage, and sadly now she had the paper to prove it was over and done with. The big heave ho should now be history. She had to pull up her big girl knickers and get over him.
Pity she preferred thongs. 

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Happy reading,
love, Raven x

#SexySnippets...Where Lindsey accepts hot dreams are no substitute for the real thing.

Well, here we are in #SexySnippets land. Wow is it great to be here. I have to thank my bestie, the awesome Doris O'Connor for setting all this up.

Seven sentences from a WIP or book... Not to hard eh so why not join us next week? You'll see the sign up if you click on the link to all the #SexySnippets posts here

However, now here's mine for this week... taken from The Furnace Man, (Death Isle) written by my dark side, Kera Faire

blurb...

Don’t piss off the furnace man.

It might be a standing joke around the glass factory— he’ll mix you with the sand and burn you, leaving nothing left to discover—but Lindsey Earnshaw is about to find out the truth behind it.

Placed there to spy on the place on behalf of the government, a warning message brings forth not only a dead body, but also the one man she’s never forgotten.

Michael Hoult cannot believe his eyes, when his ex-wife turns out to be the receptionist on duty. Having to drug her in order to not blow his cover will not earn him her renewed submission, neither will whisking her away to the Death Isle.

Duty first, though. It cost him his marriage all those years ago, but with Lindsey now working for the same side, can they not only catch a killer, but also rediscover each other?

~~~~~

(and your SexySnippets)

“Next time I’m putting clamps and a chain on so I can watch your tits sway and feel you come alive to that pain.” His breath grew harsh as she matched him, panting with each thrust; the pictures he conjured up gathered her juices and made her even more wet and needy.

 He stiffened, and she groaned.

“Now pet, come for me … now,” he roared the words, bent so his chest hair rasped across her back and before she could beg for more, he bit her neck.

Hot cum filled her as he shouted out his completion as her climax overwhelmed her and she screamed... “Michael.”

The name echoed around her mind asLindsey writhed in the bed—the empty except for her bed.

Outside the early predawn showed it wasn’t time to get up.

~~~~~

The Furnace Man

Kera Faire

Evernight Publishing

April 

#MidWeekTease with am unhappy Lindsey and a man at the end of his tether.

Welcome once more to the midweek wakeup and smell the coffee time, #MidWeekTease

this week I'm teasing you with a peek into The Furnace Man, a Death Isle story, by my alter ego, Kera Faire, which should be out from Evernight in April

blurb...

Don’t piss off the furnace man.

It might be a standing joke around the glass factory— he’ll mix you with the sand and burn you, leaving nothing left to discover—but Lindsey Earnshaw is about to find out the truth behind it.

Placed there to spy on the place on behalf of the government, a warning message brings forth not only a dead body, but also the one man she’s never forgotten.

Michael Hoult cannot believe his eyes, when his ex-wife turns out to be the receptionist on duty. Having to drug her in order to not blow his cover will not earn him her renewed submission, neither will whisking her away to the Death Isle.

Duty first, though. It cost him his marriage all those years ago, but with Lindsey now working for the same side, can they not only catch a killer, but also rediscover each other?

(pic, source pinterest)

And your tease...

 Lindsey sighed and her breath tickled his palm. Michael lifted his hand warily as she smiled sadly. “I accept that you’re not cheating on me with a woman.” She half laughed. “Or a bloke, but it’s not going to change, is it? You are cheating me out of something. Whatever it is you do, and please grant me the intelligence to know it’s not just all whisky related, you’re not going to share it with me. That’s cheating in my book.”

 He shrugged as if his heart wasn’t splintering into tiny little bits that bombarded him with pain. The sort of pain he didn’t know was possible to receive and still stay upright. “I can’t tell you anything. There’s nothing to tell.”

She shook her head and bit her lip. Her face was white, her expression resolute. “Really?” she said skeptically. “I’m sorry Michael. More sorry than you’ll ever know, but I can’t stay in a marriage where one of the partners isn’t open and honest,” she added, sadder than she thought possible. “I accept you’re not playing away, but you’re doing something you’re not sharing with me. I can’t live like that, always wondering, never sure. Hell you might be a spy or a bloody drug dealer, for all I know about it.”

 Little did she realize. “I despise drugs and anyone who has anything to do with them.”

 “So you’re a spy.’ She laughed and thankfully didn’t look at him. “That’ll be right. So Mr. Bond, go and make someone else’s life hell. I’m there already.”

He had a nasty suspicion he was about to join her, but he had to make one last plea for another chance.

“Lin…oh shit.”  His phone blared out its insistent answer me now noise. “I’d better take this.” It had to be his proper boss. He recognized the tone.

 “Yeah oh shit,” she mimicked. “Story of our life, eh? Your phone rings and you disappear. Well hey I’ll save you the need to think up a reason why a director of a whisky company has to go to Bora Bora or Tierra Del Fuego or wherever. I’ll go first, and not to there. Where I go will be up to me. And no, I won’t bother to tell you where or why either.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed his three day old stubble. “I could say so long it’s been good to know you.” She swallowed and the noise was like a death knell to him. “But I’m not sure at the moment if that is true or not.”

Michael watched, silent and unmoving as she took one step back, then another, before she turned around. Her eyes glistened with tears and two red spots showed on her otherwise ashen cheeks.

“I did love you,” she said softly. “But it wasn’t enough, was it?”

Don’t go. But he didn’t say it aloud. What right had he to beg her to stay? In a marriage where he was away more than he was home, and he told more lies than truths.

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love Raven x