1. Tell us about your newest release.
Miss Simpkins' School: Lydia, is the second in a series I'm writing about a Regency 'school' for seduction. Molly Simpkins, the head teacher I guess you can call her, is the ex-mistress of an earl, and helps young lades, and gentlemen of the ton to achieve what they want from a relationship. Lydia needs to make a man want all of her, and not just see her as convenient.
2. What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your story?
That George, my hero has very interesting hidden depths. I love them.
3. Do you have any interesting or quirks or rituals?
Think Hmm, not that I know of. Mind you, friends might tell you differently.
4. What authors or friends influenced you in helping you become a writer?
The Harlequin writer, Robyn Donald, who told me to write what was in my head, and see what happened. My crit group, UCW, who are now all friends and authors helped me. Encouraged, nagged, bullied and cheered for me. Before that my parents.
5. What does your family think about your career as a published author?
DH is very supportive, and had a great way of refilling my wine glass for me when I'm in the middle of something. My kids are proud I write, but not really interested. Although y son and his best mate took great pleasure in telling all and sundry what type of books I wrote. I suspect it was more for the shock value than anything.
6. Besides writing, what other interests do you have?
Well I love to travel, and I'm lucky enough to be able to do a fair bit. I walk with a friend and her dogs in the forest near our homes most days (when I am at home). Oh and I cross stich and do tapestry.
7. Can you tell us what is coming up next for you?
The next book in this series, Miranda, is well under way, and then I have a contemporary romance to finish. The character's stopped talking, but now they are beginning to shout at me again. They'll need to wait their turn.
8. How can readers connect with you online?
https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan (my page)
https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan (author page)
Miss Simpkins' School—where seduction's the game and success is the aim.
Why settle for less than everything? Lydia knows if she marries George it has to be everything for her. Can she persuade George to agree?
Lord George Stoke has very definite ideas of what he wants from his wife. Ideas that are usually reserved for a mistress. When he realizes Lydia doesn't want to be an ordinary wife, he makes plans to ensure she has a taste of his desires. But will she enjoy them or run? Little does he know that Lydia has very definite ideas of her own.
Will they mesh, or is their marriage doomed to be ordinary rather than spectacular? With the help of Miss Simpkins and her School for Seduction, they have one night to find out.
About the author:
A multi-published author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
"So a cognomen." She tilted her head to one side. "Honey."
"Why?" It suited her. In the candlelight her hair was the color the honey made from bees that feasted on the moorland bushes near one of his estates.
"Because you and I know I can be sweet but not sickly?"
He bowed. "Then Honey it is. When I call you that I'm preparing to what I will call play. But it's not play as a child would indulge in. My play is hot, hard, and will push you to places you've never even dreamed of. Not yet though." He was gratified by the disappointment that suffused her face. "Honey," he used the term deliberately. "I assume you have yet to see a man's unclothed body, let alone experience love making in any form?"
"Sadly yes, but I'm more than ready to be shown, My Lord." Again the emphasis on his title. It seemed it was her way of conferring his authority over her. "I have heard to be fucked by an expert is everything a woman will want. I myself don't agree. I think I need other things as well." She blushed and put her hands to her cheeks. "I wish to be spanked and feel the sweet sting it brings."
His heart jumped and his skin tingled. Had she really said that? "Say it again. No don't look up. Untie your hair, and then put your hands in your lap."
He waited while she did as he asked and then she said distinctly, "I have heard it pleases you to spank your ladies. The though of this gives me strange feelings, good feelings, and I wish to experience it please."
"Then follow me. On your knees. Lift your skirt so it doesn't hinder you."
Was he pushing too hard too soon? She was untried, a virgin who knew naught in practice.
George walked to a slim door set in the paneling beside the fireplace and opened it. Very few people knew of this adjoining room's existence. Inside was a dominant's paradise. Conceived by certain gentlemen of a similar persuasion to him, and with their ladies input, it was designed as Molly put it, "As the perfect classroom."
Behind him he heard a gasp, a groan, and then an epithet, which he thought was "bloody skirts." He had to agree.
Lydia made her way toward him on hands and knees. She'd kilted the material around her waist, and to his delight her lower limbs flashed smooth and silky in the light. As she reached him she let her head fall forward and her hair streamed down to touch the floor.
"Ah, Honey, this is so perfect. Now let me help you up." He put his hands under her arms and helped her to her feet. "No, don't drop your skirts, let me feast my eyes on your quim as I intend to feast my mouth and my cock later." She bit her lip and moved her hand away from her waist. The downy blond muff now revealed shouted "shave me" to him. Later.