Sunday, 22 January 2017

#SexySnippets where Ingrid gets all hot and bothered at the wrong time

It's #SexySnippets time again.

Where we showcase our books or WIP in seven sentences.

(We'd love more people to join. The link is at the bottom)

Today, I've decided to tease you from my first Dark Isle book, The Dispatcher. (written as my alter ego, Kera Faire)
I've just subbed the latest story in the series so now I nail bite and wait.

(cover Jay Aheer: Simply Defined Art)
in my mind one of the best covers ever

Her life or his?
When Astrid Mickelson found out the man she loved was The Dispatcher—a government operative, who kills for a living without remorse—she left to stop herself from accidentally betraying him. However, Orlando Darke, the only man she’s ever wanted, is impossible to forget, and it seems once more back in her life.
For his part, the Dispatcher had never forgotten the love of his life. When he is sent to bring her in for being a traitor, he does what he does best… dispatching her to safety, to enable him to find the real culprit.
As the threat thickens, so does the sexual tension between them. Can there be a happy outcome or will they be parted again, this time for good?
With The Dispatcher’s boss hot on their trail, things are not looking good. 


And your seven sentences...

He put one arm around her and rubbed her lower body over his crotch. His erection dug into her belly and Astrid shivered as her pussy muscles did their shimmy and shake act they preferred whenever Darke was around. If she wasn’t careful her nipples would poke through all five layers of clothing that covered them. Not only that, her knickers felt damp and chafed her skin.
Oh God, not now. I don’t have time to dissolve in a pile of drool and beg to be screwed. not. 

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love Raven x

Wednesday, 18 January 2017

#MidWeekTease Where I get into reflective mood

...and decide to share some thoughts on towels...

It's a short and sweet excerpt today from The Furnace Man my WIP

Where Lindsey and Michael have gone to Dark Isle, and wonder what's going to happen next...

(unedited word vomit)

The bathroom door opened and his heart missed a beat as Lindsey wandered into the bedroom, covered from just above her breast to mid thigh in a large towel. As she walked it opened, showed a tantalizing hint of the top of her legs, but sadly not quite enough to show what was hidden above there. She held another towel in her hands and rubbed it over her hair in an absent manner as she moved further into the room.
“Nice view care to drop the towel?” He drawled the words, careful not to sound too dominant. Hopefully that would come later. Once they had sorted everything out.
She gaped and lifted her head. Then with what could only be called a mischievous smile swung the towel in her hands in a circle about her head, and threw it insouciantly onto the bed. The towel around her torso stayed firmly in place.
 “There,” she purred the word, and his cock threatened to split the zipper on his jeans So bloody come hither and teasing. “Hows that?”

This is book six of the Dark Isle, by Kera Faire my dark side. All the books out, are available from Evernight Publishing.

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Happy reading,
love Raven x

Sunday, 15 January 2017

#SexySnippets and a hint of what Lindsey has to put up with...

#SexySnippets is here again

Got to love those 7 sentences from a WIP or book...

Taken from my WIP Lindsey's Story

rough blurb (very rough)

There’s a standing joke around the glass works. Don’t piss off the furnace man. He can mix you with in with the composite and burn you. There won’t be anything left to discover.

When Lyndsey is asked by her boss, the mysterious Darke, to take the night receptionist’s job at a glass factory she wonders what is going on.

How can she  discover what she needs to know?

With help from Michael. It’s just a pity he’d her ex husband and ex Sir. But needs must and she’s not going to succumb again, is she?

Or is She?

and your seven sentences...

“Yeah, and if anyone has had their grubby paws on my underwear I’m indenting the department—for La Perla, at least.”
Michael shoved the tea cozy over the pot and laughed. “Don’t blame you; I’ll sign the chit. Right come on, you look ready for bed.”
 I would be if you were in it with me. Thank god she hadn’t said that out loud. Lindsey nodded. “It’s been an eventful night and when I signed up I was told it would be humdrum and repetitive. If being drugged and knocked out is the repetition bit, they can shove their job where the sun doesn’t shine.”

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love Raven x

Wednesday, 11 January 2017

#MidWeekTease Where Lindsey discovers she is still suceptable...

Hi all, and welcome to this weeks #MidWeekTease

I'm teasing from my WIP. No name as yet, except the working title is Lindsey's story


When Lyndsey is asked by her boss, the mysterious Darke, to take the night receptionist’s job at a glass factory she wonders what is going on.

She soon finds out.

There’s a standing joke around the factory. Don’t piss off the furnace man. He can mix you with the (Composite) and burn you. There won’t be anything left to discover.

But Lindsey has to do her job... and hope she misses the fire. Can Michael help her, or will he crash and burn as well?


your #MidWeekTease (unedited word vomit) 

Shit and hellfire. Why did she fell like crap again? Why was the earth moving? And why did she hate the word why? If it were possible Lindsey would have sniggered. Why was the one word that rarely got a straightforward reply, it was longer than she cared to remember since the earth had moved for her, and it was unlikely that was this her lucky day. Was she at last getting some… Her brain began to function. Why was her bed on a slant and her pillow both soft and rock hard. Almost like a shoulder.
A shoulder. Not a pillow a shoulder. What the hell? With difficulty Lindsey opened her eyes. Darkness. Pitch black darkness. Like a velvet shroud.
 Nope. Do not think of shrouds.
 However, darkness? She couldn’t have slept until it was night time surely? And she had to be at work and be on the look out for dead bodies… Dead Bodies.
Voices filtered into her consciousness. Something about pigs and who was on duty. Someone laughed, and it wasn’t a pleasant sound.
“Pigs, and Mac I think.”
Another voice this time; one she didn’t recognize. A hint of a scots accent maybe? The only person she’d met in the organization with that accent was Darke and that was definitely not him.
“He was just saying they were in need of fresh meat.”
“This meat is rotten to the core,” Michael said with a hint of laughter in the timbre of his voice. “Poor pigs.”
“Ach, they’ll eat anything fresh, you know them.”
Pigs? Fresh meat? God; am I in a horror film and no one’s told me? Lindsey moaned and tried to see. Something was covering her eyes surely? It couldn’t be pitch black. Not in England. Street lights, shops, Traffic lights, light pollution. Even in the country there was always a glow from somewhere.
“Hold on.” The voice was familiar and definitely who she thought it was.
“Michael.” She made sure it wasn’t a question. The events of what she assumed was the previous night came rushing back to her. “What’s going on?” She did her best to move her arms, and found that they wouldn’t cooperate. “What have you done to me? Sir, we don’t play like this, I’m red…” her voice trailed off as someone snorted with laughter.
“Fuck you,” Lindsey said clearly and defiantly as she realized what she’d said. “We don’t play at all,” she said flatly. “We aren’t a ‘we’ any more.” In truth she wondered if, apart from BDSM they ever had been. There they had meshed in every way possible. Outside their play…she mentally shrugged. What time they had spent together had at first been good. Then as it got less and less and Michael got ever more secretive, suspicion crept in.
 It hadn’t taken long for their play to stop and she issue her ultimatum.
Do not go there. It’s over. Concentrate on now and why.
Somewhere a less arsy chuckle was cut off abruptly. Then she heard a third voice murmur. “That’s your dom cred down the toilet then, mate.”
Who else was with them? Or should that be how many who elses?
“Lins, If you give me five minutes I’ll untie you,” Michael said briskly in a no nonsense way.
No pet for now then. Should that make her happy or sad? Lindsey couldn’t fathom that one out.
“Until we get round this corner,” he added. “And, yeah here we are.” The car, she assumed it was a car, slowed, and her shoulder pillow moved so her cheek rested on a leather headrest
“Oh good,” she said sarcastically. “Now if only I knew where here was I could rest happy.”
There was that arsy snort gain. “Pigs in the car are there?” she said sweetly. “Oink, snort and all that.”
“Enough.” That was his Dom’s voice. “Politeness is preferable.”
 “Politeness has to be earned,” She said snippily. “No earning as far as I can hear.”
 She could almost feel his glare, and she shivered. Why was she goading him for a reaction? Would she never learn?
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love Raven x