#MidWeekTease from a new Death Isle story, by Kera Faire

This week's #MidWeekTease is from the next Death Isle book by Kera Faire. (my dark side)

What do you think?

(It is word vomit)

"Do you miss it?" Astrid asked as she and Darke leant on the empty pig sty and gazed out across the loch. 
The December day was drawing to a close, the sky full of snow, and the air scented with that indefinable smell of winter. Most of the trees that once shielded the buildings had been chopped down the rest denuded of leaves. It was both desolate and beautiful.
A heron flew over, the sound of its wings loud in the stillness.
Astrid shivered as she looked up at her silent husband.
"You know, the adrenaline, the danger, the knowledge you were doing something positive to make out country a better place for our kids to grow up?"
Darke stirred, turned to lean his back on the wall of the pen and pulled her toward him. 
"Yes and no. I find it somewhat alarming that to all intents and purposes it's deemed the Dispatchers aren't necessary. Perturbed that this new government seems to think everything in the world is hunky dory, and they don't need people like us." He sighed and kissed his wife's nose. "If I felt the same, I'd turn my back on it all, take you and the kids ad emigrate to n island in the south pacific and lotus eat for the rest of our lives." 
"You'd be bored rigid within a week," Astrid said shrewdly.
Darke laughed. "Oh so true my love.' He sobered and stared down at his wife. "Between us? I have that itch. The one that tells me to be alert, that something is going to go down before long." He stood silent for a moment. "I think we need to get everyone together, see what we can find out, and be aware."

If you'd like to find out more about Death Isle the books are all on Amazon or Evernight here

and you can catch all the other #MidWeekTease posts here

Happy reading,

love Raven xx

#TantalizingTuesdays and My Future (well not mine but you know what I mean)

So a bit different, and hello yes it's me again.

This week, I'm giving you something you might hate me for.

His Future

(Source pinterest)

This time it would be different. This time I would ask, not plunder.

This time

I told her as she begged me not to go ahead. She was mine.

To my shame, taken by me, as my tribe decreed.

To my shame.

I took, I left.

Now it will be different. I promise myself that.

I keep my vows.

The boat surges ahead. I hold on, the rope around my hand keeps the fender ready.

I’ve missed her. Pleasured myself with her name on my lips.

Forced myself to wait until I can be with her forever.

My Cordelia. My lady of the sea.

I land and stride to the village. Eager to see my love once more.

The wailing greets me.

Where is my lady?

I look toward the church.

A coffin sits outside.

My stomach clenches. The priest sees me and walks over.

‘My lord.’ His old lined face stares at me with pity. ‘She is gone.’

 I walk around him. To gaze at my lifeless love.

‘How?’ I could say no more.

‘By giving you your future.’

I spin round. A white haired crone hands me a wriggling bundle.

My future stares at me, farts and smiles.

So, there's, me, Doris O'Connor here and my alter ego Katy Lilley here who have decided to tease you here.

Enjoy,

Happy Reading,

love Raven x

#SexySnippets with a man and a razor

Hi everyone,

Welcome to SexySnippets.

Today's #SexySnippets are from an early Regency book of mine. Nash's Niche. It came about because this popped on my this day bit on FaceBook. From 5 years ago. Goodness. But as I read it I thought...hmmm, that's perfect for #SexySnippets

Blurb...

A chance meeting at a masked ball leads to explosive and unforgettable sex for both Nash and Felicity.

Reunited under dangerous circumstances, they realize they may have to fight for their love, especially when Felicity is promised to Nash's brother.

With the future of the country at stake and unsure who to trust, can there be a happily ever after for the star stuck lovers?

Here's your #SexySnippets

He cut her curls as short as he could. 
Her eyes widened as the cold steel skimmed over her skin. It seemed his lady was oh so receptive to that cold touch. 
If only he had some ice he could introduce her to many more sensations. Nash let the closed blades stroke her cleft, and laughed softly as she gasped and took a deep shuddering breath. 
It was with reluctance he put the scissors down and picked up the razor and strop and denuded a small circle of hair just above the entrance to her channel. He wanted to pin her under him, and tease every last inch of her with the chill of anticipation before showing her how heat and cold could work so well together.


You can find Nash's Niche on Amazon, Bookstrand, Smashwords and here (Evernight Publishing)

Catch all the other #SexySnippets here

Happy Reading,

love Raven xx

MidWeekTease with a guest...who says, love changes everything

Hi all please welcome my guest Peri Elizabeth Scott, with Love Changes Everything

Blurb:

Simon has developed feelings for the girl who bedeviled him growing up, his best friend's sister--not that Alys is a girl any longer. She's a grown-up, beautiful, wonderful woman who makes him crazy. He obtains her brother's permission to ask her out. And is rejected. 

Alys is innocent and plans to stay that way until she meets a man who holds the same moral code, regardless of her lengthy crush on Simon. Privy to his escapades and conquests, her jealousy has turned to distaste ans she sets herself on a different path. She wants a man who has refrained from meaningless affairs, who has waited for the special woman. And that's not Simon!

Simon does the research but Google assures him he can't become re-virginized and thus Alys is beyond his reach--until one day when he takes her, as a friend, for lunch in his beloved truck. That day, love changes everything.

Buy Links:

https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/love-changes-everything-5

http://www.bookstrand.com/love-changes-everything-mf

https://tinyurl.com/y8geuq6v   (Barnes & Noble)

https://www.amazon.com//dp/B07DDVFC9W

Excerpt:

“Sorry.” Alys’s response was short but succinct.

Simon waited, but she wasn’t forthcoming with any excuses. “You’re … you’re saying no?”

A quick blink, a sweep of thick, dark lashes before those impossibly golden eyes widened. “I guess I should have said no. But I am sorry.”

It was insane, but he wanted to continue the conversation, even figuring he’d regret it. “Why are you sorry?”

A faint tinge of pink colored her cheekbones and a couple of little white teeth worried a corner of her full bottom lip. “I get asked out a lot. And I know it can’t be easy to get turned down.”

Her reply should have reeked of feminine arrogance, yet it didn’t. If anything, it was considered and thoughtful, and despite the twinge of her rejection, he found himself admiring her for it. But wasn’t that Alys? Kind. Caring.

A hint of surprise followed, confusing him. It didn’t make a lot of sense when he dwelled on it—rarely was he turned down and when it happened, it didn’t bother him. This was different, and a twofer. Huh.

Telling himself it didn’t matter did not stop him from pursuing it like a juvenile trout after a cleverly crafted, manmade fly. “Is there a reason you won’t go out with me?”

Another blink, accompanied by her tucking a strand of silky red-gold hair behind her ear betrayed what he thought was a bit of nervousness, and he thought to back down. Aside from his intense need to have her, Alys brought out some weird emotions in him, ones he might catalog as protectiveness—even possessiveness—and that wasn’t him. Better he let those sleeping dogs lie. He was crazy about her but clearly, the sentiment wasn’t returned.

“Never mind. Forget I asked.” Even to his ears he sounded peevish and decided to add petulant to his rapidly increasing scope of emotions. Time to get gone. He was back to fleeing from her.

She said, “I don’t date men who’ve … been around.

About the Author:  

Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in Manitoba, Canada and pretends to work well with her husband in their seasonal business.

Writing for years, along with her alter ego and three coauthors, she has published over 53 novels, including dark erotica and contemporary romance in a variety of genres, and reads most anything she can lay her hands on. 

http://www.perielizabethscott.com

https://www.facebook.com/Peri-Elizabeth-Scott-author-468074056571357/

The Gluten Free Authors guide to goodies or not. It's a bit fishy...

I'm on a roll... (G-f of course) More goodies this week.

As my husband commented when I told him about this weeks guide... "you're a bit g-f fish and chips heavy these days." Then assured me he meant my blog posts not my weight. (Just as well or he'd be on lettuce all week.)

It's true though. It seems that places are now beginning to understand how a coeliac misses normal food. Like gluten free batter.

This last couple of weeks I've had a couple of beauties.

First off, I have to give a big shout out to The Forth Inn in Aberfoyle again.

Website here

(Picture from Forth Inn website)

Michael (head chef) and Val produce the best batter ever. Crisp, tasty and ohhh the fish... Melt in your mouth perfect. And big... lots of gorgeous crispy, crunchy batter. 
As lots of them menu is g-f friendly, I tell my self next time I'll eat something different. Then... Yeah, can't resist.

Mine you how embarrassing when they see your name in the bookings and know to make the batter. And crumble. I'm now drooling at the thought of cinnamon apple crumble. GF again. And of course I ate it before I took a picture. Actually the crumble was so big, I brought 3/4 home. I did go to take picture but it seems to have disappeared, apart from a tiny bit that looks sad. Husband's excuse was well after he's been to the dentist today he might not want it, so he thought he better eat some yesterday.

So instead of  pictures of the fish and crumble, here's one of Michael instead. Who came out of the kitchen mid service for this...

Thanks Michael, the food was as ever, superb.

In fact thanks to Lee and all the team. You do us proud every time.

I'm already planning the next visit.

Then there's the fish, chips, and mushy pea ciabatta I had at the Druid Inn, Birchover.  I did take a picture there. 

website here

(Pic Druid Inn website)

Fabulous setting in the heart of the Peak District. Friendly staff, great atmosphere and a lovely area to sit out in. I could have stayed all day, but with such good beers and husband driving, that wouldn't have been fair on him. He had a half and I indulged in a good glass of Sav Blanc.

And the ciabatta. In fact they say they can do any of their butties Gluten Free. Now tht is service.

I now fancy fish and chips.

So as an aside I'm just throwing in the Gluten Free sarnie at the Carriage House restaurant, at

Chatsworth House. Where I had to wait (willingly, oh so willingly) for them to clear down a prep area to be g-f and they offered to take a slice of cake out of a new unopened cake, in case the pieces on display had been cross contaminated. That is amazing, and perfect. 

(I'd eaten most of the sarnie and then thought, oops best take a pic)

Thank you Sandra Gudgeon and team

Happy Eating,

love Raven xx

#SexySnippets where something very interesting is happening in the cupboard

Hi all and welcome to #SexySnippets. Seven sentences to whet your appetite. This week from my soon to be released book, DeAnne's Dilemma.

For some reason, earlier on Blogger decided I'm not connected to the net. Which was damned annoying because it wouldn't let me get into my pictures and show you my awesome cover for this book *sad face*
NOW it does

Blurb~~

What’s a woman to do when her far too sexy ex offers to scratch that itch? Go with it, of course, even if it does mean doing the dirty in a cupboard at her best friend’s wedding.

Deanne has never got over her separation from Quinn, so when she’s confronted with him at this wedding, feelings bubble to the surface for them both.

This time she is going to fight for the man she loves, and woe betide anyone who gets in her way.

Together, Quinn and DeAnne will overcome all odds... won’t they?

And your #SexySnippet

 Quinn the bugger began to move again, fucking me faster and faster until I was sure Rhonda would notice the slap-slap of him drilling into me, and my boobs hitting the door. “See you where?”

“On the terrace.”

“Right oh…”

Thank God the sound of her footsteps faded. Quinn gave one long hard thrust and we both came so hard and fast oh and so loudly, it was a wonder they didn’t hear us on the aforementioned terrace. Which was a full four hundred yards away.

Actually, I couldn’t care a scooby if they heard us in the village. It was bloody fantastic.

Catch all the other 
#SexySnippets 

here




Happy reading, love, Raven xx