#MisWeekTease is here. With a hot bod appearing over the horizon for the Awesome Ladies

I will get #MWT up as soon as I can.

Promise 

BUT I have 5k to edit...

Back soon, 

love Raven x

Ignore that now... Here you go 

(Picked up from where last week's left off)

“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.”

I looked, swore and shut my eyes.

Yeah, she was right. It wasn’t an apparition, it was him.

Getting closer by the second.

I almost drooled. I mean whatever anyone said, he was bloody droolworthy. And fuckworthy.

Unfortunately.

The others sat up and shuffled near me so I was surrounded by a stockade of forty-something bodies. God knows what the thought he intended to do? Sweep me off my feet, put me over his shoulder, carry me off and have his wicked way with me.

I wish. That was a scene from his latest, shirt off spy film by the way. Not James Bond. A lot, lot darker. And hotter. And...

Oh shoot me now.

He could have least put a shirt on. I know it’s hot, but grief give me a break. No shirt, denim cut off, aviator sunglasses and a bloody earring. Why do hot bods do it? It’s so stereotypical. But sadly so erotic and sexy and... Lord I’m at it again.

I nudged the body nearest to me. ‘Rhonda, budge up. You’re making me sweaty.’

‘Nah, you’re getting jiggy. He’s doing that.’

‘Yeah and so are you. Making me sweaty, I don’t know about the rest. But seriously, what do you think is gonnna happen?’

 She shrugged. ‘Dunno. But tell me now. If he’s come for a shag, what will you say?’

 I’d thought about that. ‘That you lot aren’t watching.’

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love, Raven xx

#SexySnippets with Sandy wondering if her dry spell is about to end...

Yes, that's right. #SexySnippets are here again.
I was hoping to have a cover to show you today, as my first ever story, Darling Doc, written in first person POV is out on 31st. As I don't have, here's a picture of the snow around where the story is sort of set. I say sort of, because it starts off in Edinburgh, and ends up anywhere within a 20 mile radius of the Trossachs, and her village is a mixture of several in the area.

Yes, okay before you all shout at me, the story is set in late Autumn, but we do get snow then as well...

Darling Doc

 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 #SexySnippets... (paraphrased a bit to get the whole scene in 7...oops 8, sentences)

Alistair has just asked Sandy out, and she wants to know why...

“Because I want to get into your knickers?” He paused for what I guessed was effect and then winked. “But not tonight—tonight I’d like to take you out for dinner, and what else I have in mind doesn’t work well on a full stomach.”

 Oh shiverooney does he mean hot sex, swinging from the chandelier? Sadly no chandeliers around so what else? Now my mind was in overdrive. “Look, I’m not interested in a quick sh—how’s your father, so thanks, but no thanks; I have to remember who I am.” 

I did my doctor knows best face and he ignored it.

Darling Doc will be available from Evernight Publishing on Wednesday 31st January

This weeks other #SexySnippets can be found here

Happy reading,

love Raven x

#FFF No name...

Wow yes, do not faint.

It is me...

100 words inspired by this amazing photo.

(Source pinterest)

How often had he stood here and gazed at her?

Remembered how she danced in the rain, gave to the homeless and stood up for underdogs.

Both human and canine.

It was easy to wallow, to sink into despair and shout and rail at fate.

He wouldn’t. He’d promised.

To her, to himself to all who lived, loved...and lost.

He mentally shook himself. Took a deep breath

 Showtime. Let the celebration commence.

 Her spirit lingered on. In this and in...

“Come on sweetie. Lets go home.”

The poppet smiled and blew a kiss at the picture. “Bye mumma. Lub you.”

#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