#MidWeekTease with wet dreams and and an uneasy conscience

Welcome to Wednesday, and #MidWeekTease with #allthefunofthefair

which is now up for early download here and will be out on Amazon etcetera (you can order this and the print copy) on December 13th

and your #MidWeekTease

Raig helped out on rides and stalls, fended off a very drunk twenty-something pneumatic blonde who wanted to ‘see what it’s like with a bit of rough’, and broke up a fight between two alcohol-fueled teenagers who both intended to take the same girl on the waltzer. All on a usually quiet Monday night. He wondered if it was something in the water and said as much to Jonny, who smirked and replied, “Vodka.”
That gave him his first laugh for a while. He wiped bright red lipstick off one cheek and rubbed the other, where he was fairly sure he’d have a bruise before long. One of the vodka boys had got in a hefty punch before he’d quieted him down.
He sat in his trailer, a beer in his hand, with Phil and Jonny sitting opposite, both cuddling their own bottles, and pondered. Was he doing the right thing? It would mean his life was going to dramatically change, no going back. Was it worth it? Hell yes, no doubts there. Was it going to be easy? Definitely not. In all probability it more likely would cause trouble and repercussions. Then, he was a great believer nothing of any worth was easily gained.
“Earth to Raig. What’re you thinking? Hello, we’re here.”
Oh shit. “Sorry, miles away. Big things on my mind.”
Jonny sniggered. “What a thing to say about Vairi, she’s only a little thing. Not a big
one.”
Phil laughed.

Raig managed not to scowl, not to snap, and to keep a bland look on his face by the skin of his teeth.
“Fu-nny,” he replied. “Like your face the way it is, do you?”
“Oh, he’s got it bad.” Jonny looked at Phil, who said nothing, and back to Raig, who knew his poker face was rapidly dissolving into one with more unpleasant emotions showing.
“Fuck, Raig, sorry,” Jonny said contritely. “Pretty please leave my baby face the way it is.”
Raig smiled, shamefaced, and nodded. “I know I’m like a kid who’s had his computer game smashed, but I’m a bit jittery at the moment.” That was the understatement of the century .
“Well, I could say take yourself in hand like a lot of us have to, but don’t suppose that’s what you want to hear, is it?” Jonny winked. “Not really,” he added with a grin.
Raig laughed in spite of himself and shook his head. Hadn’t he been thinking he might have to do that very thing?
It wasn’t much later before Phil and Jonny left to go to their own trailers. During the days the fair was open, no one was up that long after they had shut down for the night. There was always the knowledge of the work that needed done early the following morning. He checked emails and texts and made sure his plans were taking shape as he wanted and there didn’t seem to be any problems before he flopped wearily into bed.
He dreamed. Vairi sat cross-legged on the bed next to him. Her hair curled around her shoulders and down her back and a long, thin, floaty, multicolored dress covered her from neck to ankles. Her eyes were lackluster and tired, her face sad. ‘See what you’ve done to me? Made me feel like this? You’ve destroyed my faith, Raig. I liked you, I really liked you. More than I thought possible. The way we could laugh, the way you made me feel when you touched me. I felt special. I even forgot the age difference. I really thought I might just change my mind about love. No need now, I know I was right.’
‘No!’ Raig shouted as she got off the bed and walked out. ‘No, you’re wrong. No. No, please stay...stay... Noooooo.’

He woke up sweating with the word ‘no’ echoing in his ears and looked at the clock. Half past five. There wasn’t a cat in hell’s chance he’d get back to sleep now. 

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happy reading,

love Raven xx

#MidWeekTease and a touch of shifting in the Trossachs #blastfromthepast

Hi again... inhales the coffee it's #MidWeekTease time again.

I had a book out yesterday, but I'm not going to hit you with that one again. Instead I'm giving you a blast from the past.

Why?

Well I was sorting through my eReader last night, and came across The Author's Challenge, one of my paranormal BDSM stories set in the Trossachs in Scotland.

I don't think I've read it since just after it came out, so it was like a new story to me. And I so enjoyed it.

So I'm sharing from there today.

blurb...

Jenissa Wolfe is in love with her best friend’s brother. A man who seems to live in the books he writes. Even if he was to notice her, how do you explain that you’re a Domme. Needing to be in charge is as important to Jenissa as breathing, not to mention the small fact that she is also a wolf shifter, and has mind reading abilities, among other things.

Rob Mackintosh yearns to give up control to the right person.  When Jenissa, the very woman inhabiting his erotic dreams, admits she is a Domme and interested in him, he cannot believe his luck.

As they explore their dynamics Rob falls hard for his ma’am.

His love is put to the test however, when he learns of the secrets Jenissa has been keeping from him.

Can he forgive his ma’am and move on, or is that the true challenge?

And your #MidWeekTease

"I think you want a sub who is happy to experiment," he said. Where the hell did that come from? Nevertheless, he was certain it was true. "But one who will be open and honest with you. I don't know if it is me. How can I, when I'm so bloody clueless?"

He gripped her hand tightly. Did she know what he meant? For a writer, he was crap at explaining things that were important. "But, well, I want to see what you want."

"Take the pain?"

"Er…" Tingles ran up his spine. Why the hell was his mouth dry, his skin tight, and his mind open and eager? Pain? What the…? He fucking hated pain. When he'd hit his nail with a hammer, Rob had cried like a baby. "Pain? As in, how?"

He stared as she stood up and faced him. "Shall I show you?" Her demeanor was somber, but somehow he could see the excitement that radiated from her. How, he had no idea, but he was sure that was what it was. So, to her, pain was more than, well…he searched his mind, and all he could come up with was—pain.  Pathetic. You're supposed to be a writer for fuck's sake.

It was mind-making-up time.

"Show me." This time, his voice was strong, and he was certain she'd understand he meant it. His mouth might be dry and his skin prickly. However, Rob recognized the signs as excitement. So did his prick, which was throbbing with the need to come. Oh, he was apprehensive. Who wouldn't be, at the thought of what the next few minutes might bring? But he was certain he needed to find out. "Jen, I really do want and need to know. I want to discover who and what I am." All of a sudden, he realized just how true his words were. "What we are," he added firmly. "Pain and all, if you think it's what we need."

Jenissa's eyes flashed. He was sure sparks jumped and then danced over her head, and settled in her eyes once more. She nodded. "I really think you mean that. Hold out your hand."

He obeyed with alacrity, his body throbbing with anticipation.

She picked up the crop and brought it down over his palm. It stung like hell and he yelped like a kid. "Fuck, that stings."

"Stings, yes. No more. Now imagine it harder on your ass."

 Rob moaned. It was erotic and cum-inducing.

"Sting after sting that morphs from pain, into pleasure, into sweet pleasure."

She swished the crop in the air. Rob flinched as it missed his ear by an inch. She smiled.

"I'm considered to be master with a crop and a whip. If I intend to miss, be assured I will. Mind you, if I intend to hit"—she hit the bench between them—"I will. The sensation will ensure you'll fly and soar and float with it. One day. Maybe."

"Definitely." He was so sure of it. "But what about you? What will you get from it?"

"The perfect knowledge I've given my sub what he or she needs and craves. The chance to just be. To be able to give up everything and let me care for them. Once you hit sub space, you'll realize how perfect it is, and how much you need it."

"But you," Rob persisted. "You don't get sub space? How does it help you? It seems a bit one-sided."

"I can only talk for myself, you know? I don't know what it does for other Dominants, but for me? I get a high, a tingle, a rush of adrenaline and anticipation of what I'm doing for my sub. I call it Domme space. It's my need."

Rob didn't think he'd ask her if it made sex even better. Hopefully, one day, he’d find out.

"I now have a need to learn what pleasure-pain is."

 "As I said, maybe." Jenissa leaned sideways and touched her tongue to his lips. He opened them and she kissed him deeply, but briefly, before drawing back and tracing the outline of his mouth with one blood-red nail.

"I am a Domme. Like I hope I've explained, that means for me, I need to direct, to be in charge and say what will be. I like to flog, to see my marks on my sub’s skin, knowing we both wanted them to be there. To use my gift—because to me, what I am is a gift—to make my subs quiver and fly."

Never mind the “fly” bit, Rob was quivering. The way she spoke, her voice husky and commanding, was the biggest fucking turn-on ever. All of a sudden, he understood what his gut feeling meant. He wanted to do as she demanded. To serve her and make her happy.

 "I'm told I am a Master," she continued, "or maybe that should be Mistress, of wax play. To watch the wax collect and hesitate at the tip of the candle, and then to slowly fall where I choose. To savor the moment and the mewls and sighs of my chosen one as I create sweet patterns on their skin, watch his or her eyes dilate and their skin shimmer and ripple with ecstasy, well, it's beautiful."

Rob nigh on salivated. The pictures she painted in his mind were both arousing and amazing.

"And"—she sighed—"I very much think my pussy might have closed up from lack of use."

What?

How could he answer that?

"Er." What should he call her? "Jenissa, Mistress? No, that sounds too Regency romance for me." Dammit, I hope she accepts that I mean no offence. This “I want to sub” is fraught with difficulties.

She smiled, and this time it did reach her eyes. To Rob, it was as if someone had removed a veil from between them and once more he could see her clearly.

"I know you mean no offence. But, really? There's no difficulty. You're thinking it through. That's as it should be." Jenissa took his hand and tugged him to his feet. "You know what you want, what you are. You just have to own up to it."

you can get hold of this from Bookstrand  here

or Amazon, Kobo etc.

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Happy reading,

love Raven x

Start the week with #GreatGuestMonday—Rebecca Brochu and Heir

Hi all, let's welcome Rebecca and Heir, Wolf Bound

Sale Link: 

Evernight:  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/heir-by-rebecca-brochu/

Blog Link:  http://rbrochu.blogspot.com/2016/10/its-time-to-meet-heir.html

Blurb: 

In a world where magic makes might Cyril Arlen is the fourth son of the Matriarch of House Arlen, a powerful clan of witch-born.  Uninterested in politics or the pressures associated with his House, Cyril is content to leave it all behind to live a quiet and peaceful life on his own.

Unfortunately not everyone agrees with that choice.

After a decade of peace Cyril is unexpectedly named Heritor to his mother’s position and shoved back into the spotlight against his will.

Now, forced to deal with a power hungry half-brother and the pressures of one day ruling his House, Cyril’s only comfort is Alpha Sinclair Ferus.  Sinclair is duty bound to protect him and happens to be the same man who has fascinated Cyril since he was a child.

Despite his reluctance to accept his new position Cyril finds that having Sinclair around might just make it all worthwhile.

Teaser:

For one tense, almost too long moment, Sinclair was rigid against him, the shoulder beneath his hand as hard as marble. Just as Cyril was prepared to pull back, to stammer an apology and find somewhere to hide until his hurt and humiliation had faded, Sinclair moved.

Alpha in all the ways that mattered, Sinclair took control of the kiss with a barely suppressed snarl. His mouth went from passive to aggressive as his arms came up, one large hand cupped the back of Cyril’s neck firmly while the other arm wrapped itself around his waist. Cyril barely had time to blink before he was tugged even closer to the heat of Sinclair’s frame and desire threatened to completely white out his thoughts.

There was a low rumbling growl building in Sinclair’s chest, Cyril could feel it with as close as they were pressed together. Caught up in his lust Cyril couldn’t help but try and press even closer to him. The arm around his waist was a band of steel that clutched him tightly as Sinclair’s tongue swept into his mouth to tangle with his own. Sinclair tasted of mint and hints of spice, chai like the tea he drank in the afternoons.

The arm around his waist moved then. Sinclair’s hand trailed down across his waist and his lower back only to pause long enough to squeeze his ass for a brief moment. Then, with a flex of muscle, Cyril found himself hoisted in the air so that he could wrap his legs around Sinclair’s tapered waist. He groaned at the sensations the new position invoked, at the way Sinclair’s hips fit so nicely between his thighs, even as Sinclair shifted them until Cyril felt a wall at his back.

Sinclair broke the kiss a few seconds later only to nip sharply at Cyril’s bottom lip and duck down so he could mouth wetly at the curve of his throat. Cyril didn’t hesitate to tip his head back as far as he could against the wall behind him, purposefully baring his throat.

Sinclair made a rough growling noise and then his mouth seemed to be everywhere. He sucked harshly at Cyril’s pulse point, ran his tongue across the throbbing vein, nipped at the sensitive skin until Cyril knew he’d have marks. He also knew what the willing and open baring of a throat meant to a wolf.

Trust.

Surrender.

Submission.

#SexySnippets and #allthefunofthefair

Woo hOO it's Sunday, #SexySnippets Day, 

That means there are only two more sleeps until Fairground Attraction is released by Totally Bound.

To say I'm excited is an understatement.


Because Then I can change this,

to the fantastic graphic that says 'early download'. 

Two more sleeps.

Not long really. But to keep me (and you) going, This weeks #SexySnippets has got to come from Fairground Attraction.

So here we go, it's time to meet Vairi and Raig again.

He sensed her eyes on him as she checked out his body and, he thought optimistically, feasted on what she could see. Raig gave himself a mental check over. 

His legs were tanned up to a line across his upper thigh, then the white skin extended to just below his waist, his torso was tanned, his face and arms ditto. He waited in anticipation for her next move.

She ran a finger up his leg and smiled provocatively at his indrawn breath, and held her finger tantalizingly near his cock, which of course twitched in encouragement. A throaty laugh showed she was aware of the effect she had on him.

“Hot holidays?” Her finger traced the defining line along his thigh between tan and no tan before slowly moving upward again. 

If you want to be sure your ecopy of Fairground Attraction jumps on to your eReader as soon as it's released you can preorder, (or from Tuesday 15th download)

By clicking here

You can of course preorder it on Amazon, Kobo, and Are,

and woot-di-woot, chair swivel jiggle time. The print book is out on 13th December. Happy day after my birthday present to me.

Catch all the other #SexySnippets right here

Happy reading,

love Raven xx