Sunday, 7 October 2012

Six Sunday from WW2

My WW2 romance, The Baronet's Blackout Bombshell, was loosely based on stories my relatives, (especially my mum) told me.

It's set in Nothamptonshire, England, and I had great fun doing the research.



(cover art, the great Victoria Miller)


"Oh God." She almost whimpered. She so wanted to feel that marvelous, hot, throbbing cock inside her, giving her the chance to be filled and satisfied in the best way possible. Her own hand, she assumed was a poor compensation for the real thing.
But not like this. "No," she said in as firm a tone she could manage whilst tugging her hand free.

The Baronet's Blackout Bombshell is available now from
www.breathlesspress.com
www.allromanceebooks.com
and amazon

to enjoy the rest of the Six Sentences this Sunday, go to

www.sixsunday.com

happy reading!

Rx



Thursday, 4 October 2012

what a way to wake up... a blog from Shyla

I'm very excited to have Shyla Colt as my guest today. Not only is she a great editor, she is an amazing author. I always have her books on my tbr pile. Here's a chance to find out a little about her latest work...


I want to thank Raven for letting me stop by and chat about my latest release Cursed. What was supposed to be a dark witch tale for Halloween, turned into a humorous paranormal romp in a small southern town. I adore it, and hope you enjoy the sneak peak. :Winks: 





Blurb:
It’s common knowledge the Edgeworth men are unlucky in love.  Great, great, grandpa bought them a one way ticket to heart break when he romanced the local witch’s daughter, took her money and disappeared off into the sunset. Ashamed the Voiles moved away, until now. As the eldest son, it’s up to him to persuade the women to remove the curse.  He realizes quickly he wants to keep, Avalyn Voiles for himself.  Now he just needs to make her believe his affections are real and overcome decades of bad blood...
Avalyn’s spent her whole life hearing her grandmother bad mouth the Edgeworth family. So, the last thing she expects when she returns to Baxter, was for the witty, charming, sexy Colton to be her perfect match.  Should she take a chance on love and risk history repeating itself?

Excerpt:

She came to stand in front of him with her hands linked behind her back. She titled her head to the side and peered up at him from beneath long black lashes.
“I’ve spent the past month miserable because of a past I had nothing to do with. I’m done with that.”
He held his breath, afraid he might have misunderstood.
Her gaze met his, and her dark eyes were filled with an intense longing he knew would be mirrored in his own. His thoughts had centered on this woman day in and day out. Even now his hands itched to wind themselves in her hair as he pulled her body to rest against his own. He swallowed. The sound seemed to echo in the quiet room as he waited for her next move. Avalyn stepped closer.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is…” Her voice was a whisper of silk, low and sensual. It washed over him. She trailed the tips of two fingers from his clavicle to his chest, where she spread her palm over his heart. He lowered his lids to half-mast as arousal began to weave its wicked spell. “I’m done with that.” She leaned in closer; her body rubbed against his, burning him through the material of his clothing as she went on her tiptoes. Full lips brushed grazed his Adam’s apple, and he gasped when her tongue darted out to flicker over his pulse point.
“Tasty. I knew you would be.” Her breath was warm as it swirled over the wet path she’d created moments before, making it tingle. His head spun. How had he gone from aggressor to this? His cock hardened and strained against the zipper of his jeans. He was about three seconds from taking her on his desk.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”
Her husky voice made his eyebrows shoot up toward the ceiling. Had she just read his mind?
“No, I read your eyes. I want every ounce of the lust I see in those pretty green orbs, Colton. I’ve been celibate a long time. I’m ready to be filled, ridden, and wrung out to dry. Do you think you can do that?”
Was she serious?
“Don’t worry, this isn’t a trap. You’ll find I say what I mean.”
A trail of goose bumps broke out over his body as she rocked her hips into his and nipped at his bottom lip. He groaned. Shouldn’t they talk? She issued another sharp bite. The soothing feel of her slippery tongue knocked all rational thought from his mind.
Fuck it.
He bent over to grab her thighs, and she wrapped her slender legs around his waist. Her nails scrapped across his scalp, and he grunted when she gave a light tug on his hair. “Damn, your hair is softer than I imagined it would be. It’s like red satin.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” he asked.
She laughed, a raspy sound that made his stomach quiver. “Oh, I’m an equal opportunity kind of girl.”
“God, you’re sexy.”
“Mhmm, the feeling is mutual.”
She nipped at his neck, and her nails dug into his shoulders. He hissed. The pleasurable pain made the tip of his dick harden further and leak. Damn, she’d made him wet!
“Are you trying to mark me, woman?”
“I like everyone to know when something’s mine.” She rotated her hips and purred low in her throat.
“Is that what I am?”
“Oh, yes, I think that’s what you’ve from the moment we first met.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but the rotation of her hips strangled his words in a choke hold.
“Don’t worry, Coly, the possession works both ways.”
The whispered words made something inside him snap. The need to claim what was his goaded him into action. He spun them around, bent over, and swiped the desk with his right arm. Paperwork, pens, and folders flew through the air, landing helter-skelter around the room. He placed Avalyn’s body onto the desk with a soft thud. A mewl left her lips, and she arched her back. It was obvious she enjoyed the roughness. Her eyes opened. A sinful spark smoldered in her fathomless eyes.
“Don’t worry, I won’t break.”
He placed his forearms on either side of her head and leaned down to taste her lips. She was like a shot of espresso, sweet and exhilarating. He tilted his head to deepen their lip-lock. Their tongues wrestled for dominance. The back and forth power play had him more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. He’d never imagined things could be this way. They came apart to suck down air, and she pushed against his chest.
“Naked, now.”
Her commanding tone made him growl. The rumble echoed in his chest. He stood and began to unbutton his flannel shirt as she shed her tank top. He pulled the flannel off and ripped the white T-shirt underneath it. Her breasts were firm and high with large, milk chocolate-colored nipples that called him in like a homing beacon. Unable to resist their siren’s call, he walked over to the desk, pulled her to the edge, and feasted. He sucked a hard pebble into his mouth and massaged the other. She arched her back like a cat, and he knew he’d hit an erroneous zone. She roamed his body with her, scorching his skin as she explored
Sharp nails sunk into his flesh, and he bit down on her nipple. She released a squeal that made his chest swell with pride. He wanted to please this woman more than he’d ever wanted to do anything else. He pulled back a few minutes later, eager to taste more of her skin. She was a fire in his blood, in his very veins. He could only extinguish the flames by having every part of her. He kissed his way down her firm stomach and paused at the button of her jeans.
“Oh, don’t stop now. It’s just getting good.”

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Saturday, 29 September 2012

Friends are always there... Release day and reminiscing

Well, I've just realized that in one weeks time I will have been a published author for a year.

And what a year! Over a dozen books out and a good few more contracted.

 From Wallflowers Don't Wilt



To La Bella Isabella


And a good few in between


So why and how has it all come together? Truly I don't know. What I do know is I couldn't have achieved it without my friends, and I include my DH in this. He's the one who has to push his way through dust bunnies and shout to me to break into my writing mode. Paul I love you. I can't count the number of times he's rescued the roast, cooked the curry, fed the cats and passed me a glass of wine or three. He's used to me tapping away on the lap top all over the world. Caribbean, New York, Far East Australia, South Africa, on a plane... he smiles and lets me get on with it...usually. I do go into another room when Man U. are on TV.

Friends, well what can I say. From the first all my writing buddies —UCW—have been there for me. well we are there for each other to be honest We nag, praise, push and shout whenever needed. It's great to have people to share the highs and lows with. In this last year we have all grown and achieved so much in our writing. And the friendship has got stronger. Thanks you lot.

But you know sometimes you meet someone and immediately hit it off? An instant recognition, a knowledge that even if you don't see each other often you are always going to be fiends, come what may? I'm lucky enough to have a few best mates like that. One who I haven't seen for years, but who tells me how proud of me she is and buys all my books. One who I meet up with a couple of times a year, we have a girls only few days, and talk until we are hoarse. She buys my books, she even bought a kindle to read them, even as she says the ones that are too explicit for her.

And then there's Doris... who has honored me by letting me be her youngest's honorary Grandma. I can say in all honesty, my writing would not  be as strong as it is today without her. I can hear her in my head now, asking why I'm not typing the next story in The House On Silk Street. (soon D, I promise). We seemed to hit it off even before we met, and once we did meet... yup. A friend forever. Never mind the age gap, you're only as old as you feel. Never mind the fact I'm in Scotland and she's near London. there's no better way to spend royalties than on a train or plane. Doris has pushed me so far out of my comfort zone, and helped me realize what I'm capable of writing. And I'm so enjoying it. Thsnks D

But whilst I'm in my reminiscing thanking mode, I've got to add editors, publishers, cover artists, book facilitators, (sounds like an Oscar acceptance speech here, sorry) and everyone who has taken a risk, and given me my chance etc etc...

So here I am, almost at my first birthday, and going away next weekend with one of those friends, leaving our husbands at home. As I won't have internet, (I will have wine and kindle though)

I decide to celebrate early, and I'm going to give away a a print copy of Rogue Scandal sand an ecopy of any of the books from my back catalogue. (wow that looks great to me, In print. A back catalogue)

if you comment, I'll draw the names when I get home... October 8th, a year and a day from when I first said proudly, "Hey I'm a published author"

Thank you to everyone who made this dream come true, you are all my friends!

Friday, 21 September 2012

A funny thing happened on the way to...

My lap top.



 I'm one of those people who loves her Mac. He (it?) is almost permanently attached to my arm. I feel undressed without it.

Silly, but true. When my DH treated me to a new lap top I had no idea how it would revolutionize my life. I think he sometimes wonders why he bought it, as it gets plenty of use. (But he loves it when he needs to check something in a hurry. You know best pubs or restaurants, the golf score.) Now he's used to watching TV as I type and I'm used to ignoring the TV. Works well for us.

I'm on my second keyboard, cable, and control pad, and those poor guys in the local you know who shop must cringe when they see my name. Techno-savvy I'm not. But they answer all my questions with patience and don't seem to mind how often they have to explain something.

I told the story in an earlier blog, how I went to the loo on a long haul fight, only to come back to see someone reading something I'd been writing...(and asked the cabin crew to ask me what happened next).

A few weeks ago, DH and I were in theory meeting up at the airport. He was flying long haul back from a business trip. I was flying from London, and we were due to land within five minutes of each other, and drive home. to this end, I'd been very carbon-footprint good and used public transport to get the the airport for my flight south. It was interesting to say the least. Four and a half hours to do a forty minute journey.

So you can imagine how I felt when I got an email.

 Flight cancelled due to hurricane.

Of course, I hadn't taken the spare car keys, so I was feverishly working out if I could even get home by public transport. our village is not well served, when the next emails told me of his new route home. It meant a three hour wait in the coffee shop in the airport but hey, no problem. I love their coffee and gluten free cake.

First though I had my flight. The guy next to me didn't just want the arm rest, he wanted half my seat as well. So I retaliated. He kept snoring and then talking loudly. I got out my lap top and typed. he tried to see...hehe, maybe he should have read it. It was Silver Silk Ties, which has just been accepted by Evernight publishing, and he may well have got a shock. It was a shall we say a hot bit.

Evidently planes and airports must inspire me because once off the plane and in the coffee shop I carried on. Altogether I wrote almost 5k, and finished the story.

It always amazes me though how people want to read what you're typing. it's as if they want to know if they are the subject. Er no, you don't look like my hero. but if you want to read it, I'll give you the link lol

So do you like to peek at what people are typing and writing? Are we all nosy?

and on that note, I'll finish with a link to my web...

www.ravenmcallan.com

Happy Reading

Rx




Sunday, 16 September 2012

Six Sunday from WW2

As my WW2 romance, The Baronet's Blackout Bombshell was released on 14th September from Breathless Press, my six has to come from it.




What a beautiful view, just a mere hint of blond downy hair," he said loud enough to make her blush. The sotto voice comment,   “Down   boy, don’t   explode;  help   her   down   and   then   explode...preferably   in   her,”   had   her   giggling   to   herself.   He   was   nothing  if  not  explicit.
"For Christ's sake Archie," Chrissie burst out, forgetting Archie  had  no  idea  who  she  was.  “Stop  gawking  like  a  barrow  boy  at  my  bits  and  pieces  and  help  me  down!  Can’t  you  see  I’m  stuck  here?”

The Baronet's Blackout bombshell is available from 

www.breathlesspress.com
www.allromanceebooks.com
www.bookstrand.com
and Amazon

 To check out all the six sentences this sunday

go to 
www.sixsunday.com

Happy reading

R x



Sunday, 9 September 2012

Never EVER mention...

Politics, religion and children...

or so they say.

Well, I'm going to break two of those rules now. In the same sentence, and about the same thing

Why do politicians insist on behaving like children? I mean come on. Shouting and hollering as if you're in the school playground does not instill confidence in me. Not one bit.

Is it a pre-requisite of being sworn in as an MP (Member Of Parliament, not a Military Policeman, although who knows?) you have to past the 'ha, ha, ha; ho, ho, ho; haw, haw, haw test? Get an A in heckling, and a D in good behavior? 

I listened to a recording of the day's business in The House of Commons the other morning. It's like a nursery school playground, except nursery class children wouldn't get away with such appalling behavior. It seems so. In the ten minutes or so I heard, all one party did to the other was laugh and jeer. 

And these people run the country.

Yes, I know a lot is window dressing, historical, and traditional, but come on. It's the twenty first century here. We are supposed to be articulate. A caring and compassionate country. Have respect for others.

Let's show it then.

(P. S. I actually was interested in the day's business in the house, but I gave up. It gave me a headache and an insane desire to throw the radio out of the window.)

Sunday, 2 September 2012

Six Sunday goes back to WW2

Taken from The Baronet's Blackout Bombshell.  

WW2 Romance

Out on September 14th from 

www.breathlesspress.com



Taking his time and with a very obvious sigh of great satisfaction, he helped her slide down his body. 

First her legs and then her behind, rubbed over his erection. Chrissie's skin tingled, and she began to sweat. His cock was hard and thick and she could feel that even through his trousers. It sent all sorts of hitherto unknown feelings thorough her, and she wanted to twist around and rub it up and down her mound. Whether to increase or end the strange sensations between her legs, she was not sure.

now to see all those other amazing sixes,

www.sixsunday.au