#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.)

#SundaySnippet where I (or my heroine) ramble a bit

Hi all and welcome to this week's #SundaySnippet

I've had one of those up and down weeks which culminated in my deleting around 8k from my WIP. I might manage to savage around 1,000 words but sadly that will be it. Ah well, it had to be done and I'm a lot happier with it now.

My heroine isn't so happy though...

The trouble with telling yourself you're all fine with the situation and you can cope, is that you don't always believe it.
Iona muttered and mumbled and eventually gave up trying to read. She put on her trackies over Bugs (Her Bugs Bunny pj's—R) shoved her feet into her wellies—it was still damp, and after covering up in a waterproof headed for the track around the campsite.
Tess might call it an exercise track. Iona hoped if she trudged around it long enough, it could be called a 'make you so weary you'll sleep and not think of ways to castrate your ex,' track.

Poor Iona...

Happy reading,

love Raven xx

#SundaySnippet with a man she'd rather forget

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

It's from a WIP that I'm playing with, about a couple who are perhaps, only perhaps getting back together again. Not for love, though they both admit they fancy the pants of each other, but because he says he needs her to help him...
Why?
Ah that would be telling.

~~Noah Jackson's grinning face stared down at me, his baby blues taunting, teasing and making me squirm. Not all bad mind you, but not what I needed right now. The open shirt, arrow of chest hair that enticed your eyes lower, the dark jeans unsnapped and…

Do not go there.

The poster was an advertisement for testosterone.

Sod it.

'Premier tonight…'

Damn it.

Enough already, build a bridge get over it, move on, enough already.

He’s in a past lifetime. Got to be for my sanity.~~

Happy reading,

love Raven xx

#SundaySnippet —Middle of the night visit from my muse

 I almost forgot it was Sunday, until my lovely hubby said 'Would you like a cuppa in bed?' a good hour before he usually gets up.

I'd been awake for three hours in the middle of the night, trying to convince my muse I didn't want any more plot ideas at the moment, thank you very much. As ever muse didn't listen (see below), so I was in bed later than usual, and did a sort of muttered yes please.

Then he came in with a card and said Happy Mother's Day. (aww)

Anyway that's got nothing to do with my #SundaySnippet. The middle of the night muse gave me that.

So here's your snippet

He removed the crash hat to reveal a shock of copper coloured curls, shook his head so the curls danced all over the place and grinned.

"Amos Kirby, at your service."

Louisa blinked and swallowed as she did her best not to ogle him too obviously. Oh, I wish. "Louisa Trent." And I'd love to be at your service. "Er, why are you here?"

"According to your brother, you've got a wedding to go to and no partner. I'm your partner." His voice lowered to the octave that sent shivers down every woman's spine—in the nicest possible way.

"Moss Kirby, star of stage and screen and all those other cliches, accompanying me, as my partner to my mates wedding? No one would believe it."

He patted her shoulder. "Oh yeah of little faith. Want to bet on it? I'm an actor. By the end of five minutes they'll all believe I'm madly in love with you, and you're the one holding back."

~~~~~

And there you have it... Well a little bit of it. I Now have to decipher pencil written notes scribbled on bits of paper by the light of my phone.

Watch this space.

Happy reading,

love Raven xx

#SundaySnippet—where Iona confronts her now ex-best mate.

It's Sunday again, and time for my, yes, you've guessed it #SundaySnippet.

This week, It's from a new WIP, and as yet, it hasn't told me if it is a Raven book, or a Katy Lilley—my softer sweeter side. All I can say is I'm having so much fun writing it.

Iona returns home early to find her best mate—from that moment on her ex-best mate in bed with Iona's husband.

later on she mets the mate to confront her...

So, here's your seven sentences...oops I've counted wrongly—it's er.... needed?

“A bit of a dominant sort then?”

Susie rolled her eyes. “You better believe it, I’ve spent all afternoon pleasing him.”

 Well you spent half the afternoon pleasing someone in any case, though unless you’ve changed jobs lately it wasn’t your boss. Iona took a deep breath. “Funny how I’ve never seen him like that.”

“What...who...what do you mean?” Susie asked as she opened her eyes wide. 

“The man you spent the afternoon with...in my bed...my husband. Why do you need to screw him when you’ve got a husband of your own?”

I'll let you know how this goes... At the moment, I'm doing as they tell me and writing the thing. I have my own ideas of course, but that doesn't mean they will happen.

Happy reading,

have a great Sunday

love, Raven xx

Where's the magic wand when you need it?

HI All, 

Anyone know a good fairy with a magic wand to let me fit more wordage into less time?

I'm wondering how to fit more writing in. So much going on and my writing time is dwindling rapidly. Not good.

Which is one reason why I'm not hosting a lot of people at the moment on here, and I hate that. I like to share my blog with others.

However, to do that, I have to know I can pimp and promo their guest slot, and at the moment I'm hard pressed to pimp and promo me, let alone anyone else. 

(Did you know I had a book out this week? DeAnne's Dilemma from Evernight publishing here )

I was talking about the guests and promo to a friend, who agrees with me, that if someone takes the time to send you a promo you need to be able to showcase it properly. However, they—the guest—need to reciprocate and also promote their post.

And we decided send everything you need to put that post up, so you as the host don't have to spend hours trying to find buy links or the cover or whatever.

Which means of course, a you are more likely to be invited back, and b, it's a two way thing. Tit for Tat so to speak.

Now, that doesn't mean because I once hosted you I expect you to host me. I hope you will, but it's not a god given right. And I understand it's not always easy. Oh boy do I. But if you do, I'll make darned sure you get everything you need to put that blog post up. And promo it and say thank you.

Now I'd better get on with writing this WIP.

Hopefully once I get this new 'timetable' sorted I'll be able to host more people again—and send out pretty please will you host me requests as well.

Until then,

happy reading,

love Raven xx

#SexySnippets with a lot of...love? Where an unexpected visitor causes complications, and a noxious smell.

Hi all and welcome to this week's #SexySnippets. 

 Seven sentences from a WIP or release. Great fun, so if you want to join us next week, just check it all out via the link here which is also where you'll catch all this weeks #SexySnippets posts 

Now someone (Thank's Rhonda) posted a picture in The RavDor Chicks, the facebook group of Doris O'Connor and me, which you can join here and that sent my muse into overdrive...

(Source unknown)

And thus (Oh posh eh, can you tell I'm also writing Regency?) 

This was born... (No I don't mean the baby)

Gatt and Eli are a successful, well off and happy couple. Until someone leaves a baby, in their house with a note. Please take care of the baby until I get back.
Whose baby, and why them. Neither have played away, so the question remains...why them?

‘Do we know anyone who was pregnant?’

Eli tilted his head to one side and presumably considered the question. ‘Nope.’

‘Then why us?’

Eli shrugged just like Gatt wanted to. ‘Kind, considering...rich?’

The baby farted and a noxious smell surrounded them all. ‘Seems to agree, Gatt, so what next?’ 

What next remains to be seen. Whose baby and why them? Life is about to get very complicated.

Happy reading,

love Raven x