Wednesday, 26 April 2017

#MidWeekTease With a man who wonders why him?


Hi all and welcome to another #MidWeekTease. I might be going on a bit, and if I am...oops, but I am so excited about this book which goes up for preorder next Tuesday.




The carriage turned the corner into Berkeley Square and Jamie stretched. “Lord, I ache.” The seats might be comfortable but he was taller than the norm and the edge caught his long legs in just the wrong place.
“Too much exercise?” In the pale light he saw Maria’s cheeky grin as she winked at him.
He laughed. “Sadly no, not enough. I boxed for the first time in months today. Jackson was most disgruntled with me. Told me all his hard work in the past had been for naught. I found muscles I’d forgotten I had.”
“Ah, but I didn’t mean that sort of sporting exercise,” Maria said. “And you know it.”
He tapped her cheek with his forefinger. Lord, she was persistent. “None of your business, but I will satisfy your curiosity…this time. No.”
“Between women?”
Jamie inclined his head. “Not a one who takes my fancy.”

“Good grief, is that a first?” She fluttered her eyelashes and giggled just like the young girl he had fallen in platonic love with all those years ago. “I must make a note of the date.”
“Cheeky brat.” He flicked her nose.
Maria batted his hand away and wrinkled her nose. “Ouch, you still deliver a sting when you do that.”
“Of course, there is no point otherwise. To refresh your memory, I never run more than one woman at once and you well know it.”
“Perhaps that’s all for the good if this goes to plan,” she said pensively as the carriage rattled to a halt. “It might not be credible otherwise.”
It seemed she had an answer for everything. Personally, Jamie didn’t think her strategy had a chance in hell of succeeding. Why would anyone think he would settle for a courtesan, however talented, when a goodly percentage of the married ladies of the ton, and a fair few maidens, were prepared to lie down and spread their legs for him?
“It might not be credible anyway,” Jamie warned her. “When have I ever visited a courtesan?”
“Ah, but you see, that is why it will work.” Maria stood as the carriage door swung open. Jamie exited and held his hand out to her. “Because it is not of the norm for either of you.” She alighted onto the flags at the bottom of the steps, which led to a large and imposing door.
“She visits a courtesan?” Jamie asked humorously. “Or not? Now I am both worried and intrigued.”



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Happy reading,

love Raven x

Tuesday, 25 April 2017

got me a guest...And he's hawt..meet Rafael



Hello peeps, and big thanks to the lovely Raven for letting me introduce you to my hero, Raphael Taylor, Wolf shifter, Alpha of his pack, who unexpectedly finds himself mated to a deer.
Yes you read that right, his mate is a deer.
*sniggers*
Needless to say I had lots of fun with this story. The Hunt is part of Evernight Publishing’s new Anthology Owned by the Alpha:


Not every night you’re hunted by wolves, meet your mate and then run out on him...

Everyone knows wolves eat deer, so when Aubrey Verene accidentally stumbles into their monthly hunt, she runs for her life.
Straight into the path of the biggest wolf of them all.

Raphael Taylor, Alpha of his pack, is enjoying the thrill of the chase. He certainly doesn’t expect to find his own mate, let alone see her being pursued by the rival pack on his territory.
His wolf’s revenge is as swift as it is deadly.
No one touches what’s his.

Convincing his mate that being eaten by this particular wolf is a good idea proves trickier, never mind the reluctance of his pack to accept a deer in their midst.

Can this unlikely mating stand up to the challenge, or are they doomed from the start?

To celebrate the release I’m giving away a $10 Amazon GC on my blog. There’s also a hawt excerpt to read so hop on over.


The Alpha lives for the hunt...
Driven by instinct, an Alpha shifter recognizes his fated mate from one scent, one touch. He'll pursue his woman, regardless of the cost, and anyone else would be smart to get out of his way. He won't stop until he takes possession of his prize.
Although the hunter doesn't need convincing, his mate certainly does. The Alpha will have to prove himself as a lover and convince his woman that he plays for keeps.
160,000 words

Scent of Destiny by Rose Wulf
Taken Mate by Sam Crescent
Finders Keepers by Stacey Espino
The Hunt by Doris O’Connor
Alpha at Altitude by Lily Harlem
Fated to the Razorback Demon by Maia Dylan
Running Home by Michelle Graham
Alpha’s Sunshine by Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Checkmate by Wren Michaels
Frozen Heart by Beth D. Carter
Wolf Hunter by Elena Kincaid
Returning to the Coyote by Roberta Winchester

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Available now  from


Evernight
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Monday, 24 April 2017

The gluten free author's guide to goodies. And my fantastic eat in on Saturday night.

A big thumbs up goodie today.   


Now I'm not always going to be praising supermarkets, goodness no. I could give you a list of some of the daft things you see there. But this time, I just have to praise one. Because, on Saturday night, I had a Chinese  ready meal, with no gluten in it. No glutenised soy sauce. Just like I'd make it if I could. But I can't find a g-f sauce to do it.



However, drum roll this is now in my local 'the supermarket where most British women are alleged to buy their knickers'. So that and a bag of prawn crackers and I was a happy author. Sadly I couldn't have the tsingtao beer to go with it, but as they say, two out of three aint bad.

It's getting better every day...

Is it any wonder my latest heroine is Coeliac?

Happy eating be it gluten free or not, 

Love Raven x

Oh and all edits done for The Earl and The Courtesan, preorder from Totally Bound on May 2nd.

That's only 8 more sleeps... 


Sunday, 23 April 2017

#SexySnippets, when you really need more than just a hug...



It's the #sevensentences time again. Welcome to #SexySnippets

Today I'm revisiting Lady M



Rules are meant to broken…

The mysterious Lady Mary McCoy is tired of playing by the rules of the ton. As a wealthy widow she fully plans on living her life to the full – free from the constraints of marriage.

And if she has to keep her high society status a secret in order to indulge in the more pleasurable pastimes of life, then so be it! Just as long as it’s on her terms…


Until notorious rake, Brody Weston, Duke of Welland, returns to his ancestral home – intent on her seduction! Slowly, luxuriously, he begins to unravel her secrets, one tantalising kiss at a time. And suddenly Lady Mary realises that breaking her own rules with the Duke is the most dangerous thing she’s ever done!

And your #SexySnippets

'I miss...'

'Intimacy?' he suggested, as she seemed stuck for the words she needed. 'The feel of a man inside you?'

She was silent for so long, Brody wondered if he’d overstepped the mark. Then she looked down at him and carefully it seemed stroked his skin above the neckline of his shirt.

'That’s it,' she said softly. 'Skin on skin, hearts beating, echoing each other; someone to touch, hold and talk to—I miss it.'

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If you fancy reading what happens to our heroine, you can find the story here

Happy reading,

love Raven x

Thursday, 20 April 2017

and so...


Just to say...

All being well, and 'the creek don't rise...'

Normal service will be resumed next week...


(for those of you old enough to remember the this...)

love Raven x

Wednesday, 19 April 2017

#MIdWeekTease with a man, a dog and a wife...


Hi all, I'm in the middle of wondering what next, so I decided to go back in time. In more ways than one.


To Regency times with a book that's been out a while.



To have and to hold?

Reluctant debutante Lady Clarissa Macpherson has never forgotten the forbidden kiss she shared with notorious rake, Lord Theodore ‘Ben’ Bennett, all those years ago. Even now, he’s the one man who sets Clarissa’s pulse racing and her skin tingling – no matter how hard she tries to ignore it!
Yet, when Ben rescues her from the unwanted advances of a drunken Lord at a society ball, she finds herself in a most scandalous predicament – engaged, to the most eligible bachelor in London!
Wedded? It appears so, but bedded? Clarissa demands more from her marriage than simply surrendering to her new husband’s sexual desires, especially when she realises she’s falling deeper in love with him every single day. Ben must prove that she’s the only woman for him – and surrender his heart!

Yet resisting her new husband’s delicious seduction may prove the hardest thing Clarissa has ever done…

and your #MidWeekTease

 (not hot, but I hope, humorous) 

‘S’it. Perfect handful. You’re p’fect.’ His arms dropped from her breast and resumed a less iron grasp around her waist. With a tiny snuffle his breathing slowed and became regular.
He’s asleep? Already?
Clarissa lay there and pondered her next move. What now? Should she laugh or cry? Stay or move? She liked where she was, and had to admit that their coupling had more than lived up to the explanations in the pamphlets. Except, she had expected her husband to be wide awake once he had deflowered her, and ready to talk, not half asleep.
So now I am a woman. What next?
With a gentle plop, his cock slipped out of her and his arm became lax. Clarissa wriggled to the very edge of the bed and stood up. Ben snored and turned onto his back to splay out with abandon.
He looked, she decided, like some pagan warrior or a pasha, waiting to be pleasured. However, not by her. She slid her nightrail down and headed for the bathing chamber to use the facilities.
Am I waddling? It felt like she’d been riding astride for hours, and over a particularly barrel-shaped mount at that. Clarissa sniggered at the thought of comparing Ben to a barrel. There was definitely no comparison. She washed thoughtfully in the cool water left in the ewer, and looked at the flannel. It was streaked with blood. The sight gave her a warm glow inside, even as she rinsed the evidence away. She was no longer a maiden.
But what would Ben say now? Would he even realise how much it had affected her? How often would he expect it to happen?
Often, and yes, often.
But what if he didn’t? What if he waited to see if she was with child, and only came to her again if she wasn’t? For the first time Clarissa began to worry. She squared her shoulders. Start as I mean to go on. She walked resolutely back into the bedroom.
Ben was where she’d left him. However, he had a companion. One he held close to his chest.
Piercing blue eyes stared up at her, pleading for help. A whimper smote at her heart. She bit back a giggle as Ben snuggled into his companion.
‘Lovely hair,’ he said. ‘It makes me want to …’ He opened his eyes. Stared at his companion and then with a wild look shot out of bed in the manner of a cork from a champagne bottle. His legs tangled with the covers and he teetered for several seconds before he landed back on the mattress. ‘Hellfire and damnation, what in hades name is this?’
‘I’m not sure what hell would call it, but I’d say it’s a whippet.’ Clarissa stared at the tiny, golden-haired, shivering puppy and her heart melted.
‘A whoppit?’ He shook his head. ‘I’m hallucinating without the brandy.’
‘No, you ninny. A whippet, a puppy. Around four or five weeks, I’d reckon. It really should be with its mama.’ Clarissa lifted the shivering animal and it whined in a pitiful way even as it snuggled in to her. ‘There, there. The silly man. He loves you really.’
Ben rolled his eyes. ‘Thank you for telling me. How the hell did it get up here?’
‘Does it matter?’ Clarissa stroked the puppy. ‘She’s not an it. She’s a she and called Brodie.’
‘And you know that how?’ Ben kicked out his legs and flung the bedcovers back before he stood up successfully.
Was he going to mention their middle of the night activities? Say something to reassure her it had been good for him as well? His pego seemed to have decided it needed to get noticed once more as it bobbed and swayed in time to his movements. Clarissa averted her eyes. Really, to have to feast on that before breakfast wasn’t easy. Mind you, his impressive chest, sprinkled with dark hair that arrowed downward towards the other impressive part of his body, made it even harder to look away.
Tell me you enjoyed what we did. Lord, I hope I didn’t say that aloud. Clarissa gulped as Ben stayed silent. Had it not been up to his expectations then?
Damn him.
The puppy wriggled and whined. She bent her head to nuzzle it.
‘I have decided,’ she said imperiously. Sadly she then spoiled it by giggling. ‘And I looked. Definitely female and she looks like a Brodie. If you don’t mind, can I keep her? I’ve wanted a dog for aeons.’ She did her best not to plead. It was very hard, especially as Ben frowned as he pulled on a banyan. This one was grey-striped. Did he have one for every occasion?
‘It’ll be eaten by the hounds.’
‘No it won’t because it is a she and you won’t let any harm befall her.’
He grinned and nodded. ‘Very true. You can break it to the housekeeper and so on when it widdles over the Aubusson.’

‘We don’t have an Aubusson.’ Clarissa looked down at the faded Wilton rug. ‘Do we?’

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Happy Reading,
love, Raven x