Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Promo Spotlight with....Raven McAllan





It doesn't matter what number book this is for me, I still love every little bit of the process of getting if from my head to yours.
I don’t have any particular rituals or way of writing. In fact I can, and have been known to write almost anywhere, including on the bathroom floor of a hotel (so as not to wake Dh up), under a palm tree, almost sitting onto top of the Aga cos I'm so cold, not to mention on long haul flights to and from wherever. As my hubby said when he bought me my MacBook Air, have mac will travel. I do sometimes wonder if he regrets it, because it goes to more places with me than he does!
All that apart, I feel incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to do something I love and yes have people like the end result. Okay, people like my cooking, but it isn't pretty, you're best to eat with your eyes shut and just savor it. I want you to savor my writing as well, but at least, with all the help from editors and cover artists, it's pretty to look at so you can keep your eyes open.
I'm very lucky in that I have several 'writing hats' and swap between them as I like. So you could get a Regency Romance–erotic or not—A hot contemporary BDSM, a sweet m/m or a menage, or even in my J. Lilley hat, a YA. It's such a great feeling, and yes, an honor really, that I have the opportunity to do all that.
All that apart…
I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

Plus I have a book out on 28th November, but it's available for pre order now…

Dominated by the Earl…
Leonora knew she'd wait for Justin to come home. 
She hadn't expected it to be so long or so fraught. 
When Justin joined his regiment, and was sent to the continent, Leonora promised to wait for him to return.
She didn't think it would take so long, or she'd have so many difficulties to face. Her life changes as she struggles to cope without Justin and keep his estate running. 
With someone out to destroy all she holds dear, Leonora has to fight for her beliefs and her family, and hope they get the happy ever after they deserve.
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A wee tease…
“I myself,” he said in a conversational manner, “would happily take you here, and let you scream your completion to the world. However, I value my cock and my balls, and would prefer them not to become my disembodied body parts. If Arthur got wind of our doings, I fear it may well be the outcome.”
Put like that, she didn’t want them separated from Justin either. Leonora nodded, and firmed her lips. He understood, and to her delight, dropped a swift kiss to her forehead.
“Good girl, now hold on.”
Before she was able to query his statement, she felt herself lifted as he swung her into his arms. The door slammed behind them, helped, she decided, by a kick from Justin, and then they were moving at a swift pace. Leonora gave herself up to the pleasure she experienced crushed against him. Her breasts were ten- der and her skin was a mass of tingling nerve ends. As each step added to the friction between their bodies, it was as if the materials covering them both did not exist.
She wriggled, and a sharp smack to her arse made her yelp.
“Why did you do that?” Mindful of his diktat for silence she whispered the words.
“For you would try the patience of a saint, Nora, and as you surely realize, there is no likelihood of canonization in my future. Now be still or it will be more than a gentle tap that I administer.”
Now why did that stark statement have her quivering, and set up a new strange feeling inside? Dare she ask? One look at his grim face decided for her—now was not the time.
Once out of the house, he skirted the side of the building and cut across a cobbled courtyard. It seemed his destination was the stables.
 “Justin, I cannot ride like this,” she protested quietly. “I am not dressed for riding.”
The look he gave her sent further unknown sensations through her, which were more intense than she had ever made herself feel. To her secret mortification, her quim was damp and she needed to touch or be touched, and to increase the delicious ache that built there. And then...then what? Not for the first time, Nora wished she knew things. It was all well and good coming upon her maid with the stable boy and hearing the girl demand the lad put his cock into her and fuck her, and to get hot and bothered at what she saw. Who knew the bulge in a man’s pantaloons looked like that? Then to see Lucy take that...his cock—for the life of her, Nora couldn’t equate the long thick staff with its purple- red nob with the strutting cockerel that ruled the hen house—into her mouth...well. She grew warm at the thought of it. It was an- other thing not to feel somewhat apprehensive now she knew at last the experience was about to be hers. It had taken all her courage to touch Justin, and to taste him. That had her counting to ten under her breath. Once she smelled his maleness, that exquisite definable scent of musk and aroused man, Leonora knew she was hooked and needed more. More of everything.
“Some would say you are overdressed for the type of riding I have in mind for you later,” he replied as he set her on her feet. Her face must have shown her confusion, for he threw her a heavy cloak. “You’ll understand later. Here put this on whilst I saddle my horse. You will ride in front of me, even though my body is on fire for you. Sad to say, I fear until we arrive at our destination, and I warm your arse, amongst other things, my body will not be hot enough to ward off the chill in the air. I will resist temptation, hard though it may be.”
“Er?” She opened her mouth and closed it again. What could she say? He smiled and tightened the girth around his horse. Warm my arse? If that means what I think it may mean, he is clearly not right in the head.

Happy Reading
Love R x

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Oh and I'd better add, I have a book out. Dominated by the Earl is available for preorder now

Blurb…

Leonora knew she'd wait for Justin to come home. 
She hadn't expected it to be so long or so fraught. 
When Justin joined his regiment, and was sent to the continent, Leonora promised to wait for him to return.
She didn't think it would take so long, or she'd have so many difficulties to face. Her life changes as she struggles to cope without Justin and keep his estate running. 
With someone out to destroy all she holds dear, Leonora has to fight for her beliefs and her family, and hope they get the happy ever after they deserve.

About Raven:



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.
A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.


 

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