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Tuesday, 7 May 2013

"Dance to a Different Beat" by Raven McAllan


Sean and Jane have a long way to go and a new dance to learn. Not ony that, they need to see if they like it.
Because their dance is no samba or disco… they are going to dance to a different beat…or are they?
 There's only one way to find out… by reading their story.

Jane has a decision to make. Meet Sean and face her demons, or hide. Can she allow herself to let go enough to give this experienced Dom the submission he demands?
Jane has always made her own way in life, and the thought of giving up that control scared her away once. Sean is determined to show her that true submission is a joy, and not something to be feared. He is not prepared to lose her again.
As they face her fears, can they reach their full potential, or will those demons just prove too much to conquer?
Excerpt: 


A thong. And no curls escaping around the sides. He couldn't stop himself sliding his finger under the lacy edge. She didn't bat his hand away as he expected. With a sigh that made pre cum gather at the head of his cock and had him checking it wasn't playing peek a boo over his waistband, Jane moved to rest her head on his shoulders.
"That's no toddler step, that's a strictly forbidden teenage one."
"You on top?" If she thought that then there really was no hope.
"No you moron, your fingers. You're revving me so fast I've missed the first two gears." She paused and the wicked twinkle in her eyes made him itch to turn her over his lap and use his favorite paddle on her enticing ass cheeks. "And do we really want to go into reverse 'cos we've missed the shift?"
Put like that, no they didn't.
He didn't answer but moved his questing finger further under the silk until his nail scraped the soft edge of her nether lips. "I think we can miss a few gears, you're ready, receptive, and know damn well how to put the brakes on and stop. Do you remember your safe words, Jane? Should we start from there?"
In answer she wriggled on his finger, and her breath came in pants. Her eyes were cloudy and a soft sheen of perspiration was visible on her skin. At any other time the sight would have him stripped and ready for action in the blink of an eye.
 "Just do it."
"Safe word." His tone was harsh, something wasn't quite right. "Safe words or I stop, Jane. This is a two way exchange, no way is the onus all on me."
Her eyes cleared and she stopped moving. She shuddered and lifted her arm to stroke his cheek with her fingers. "Oh shit."
 Sean dipped his head. "That's one way of putting it. What the fuck was going on then?" He didn't move his hand away from her pussy, and to her credit she didn't try to make him do anything else.
 "You're a mass of bloody contradictions, Jane. I don't know where I am with you. You want to take it slowly then you want me to take you. You're scared but you're telling me to ignore you. So not going to happen. So." He pinched her clit firmly enough for her to jump and try to move away. He kept the pressure on the soft skin hard enough to stop her. "Either you tell me what's going on in your messed up mind or that’s it. Experiment over, never to be repeated. It's up to you. I can get someone else to sub for me when I want. Will you get a Dom you want?"
A distant clock chimed the hour, and somewhere a siren screamed. Neither impinged on his mind to any degree. He concentrated on Jane who was a stiff as a board.
"Jane, look at me." He deliberately injected a note of command into his voice. "You have ten minutes to explain or that's it. We both have places to go and people to see." Would it work?


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About the Author:

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.
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.

You can find out more about Raven here…

https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan        (my page)
https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan            (author page)



Monday, 2 April 2012

An Interview with Doris O'Connor


1   You've stopped by. You're here and you wonder "Who is this Doris O'Connor?" And I shake my head at you. Doris is not only a dear friend, but someone who writes some of the most exciting story's I've ever come across. She's a mentor, a guru and deserves all the success that will come her way. So, without further ado, I introduce her to you all... 

        Hi Doris, would you like to introduce yourself to our readers?

Hi Arya,

Thanks so much for having me here today J

I'm a SAHM of nine, have been married to my gorgeous hubby for the last twenty three years, and we live in the UK. I seem to have somehow drifted into writing Erotic romance and I'm told I do it rather well, write hot that is. Get your mind out of the gutter, folks. When I'm not writing I juggle family life and seemingly never ending mountains of laundry.

2     A little fairy told me that you have a 'naughty' nursery rhyme out for purchase. Would you like to tell us a little bit about how you got the idea?

Sure. It all started with one of my publishers putting out a submission call for a new line of Naughty Nursery Rhymes. I thought to myself, what a neat idea. Goldilocks and her three bears imediately popped into my head. I dismissed it originally because I was busy with other things, but those bears kept niggling. Then we had a brainstorming session in our crit group UCW and we were discussing this submission call. I said wouldn't it be fun if the three bears were shifter triplets and Goldielocks worked at a BDSM club. The general consensus was yeah, go for it, and it all evolved from there. Once I had some visual inspiration I couldn't stop writing!

3     If you could work with any author, who would it be and why?

Now there is a question. I'm very fortunate to belong to an excellent critique group of published and unpublished authors, who are a joy to work with. I have many favourite authors and I would be honoured to work with any of them J

4     When naming your characters, do you give any thought to the meaning?

I do in my paranormal stories, not so much in my contemporaries. I find the right name will come to me if I just listen to my characters. They're ususally right—well they would be, it's their name.

5     Do you use your own experiences within your stories?

*giggles*

Err, well I'm not sure I know that many vamps, or shifters. As for the other stuff, my lips are sealed… Well, an author has to have some secrets. I will say that hubby is generally speaking only too happy with the 'research'.

6     Who or what inspires you?

Everything and anything. It could be something I read, a film I saw, a picture, a piece of music, an overheard conversation or indeed a submission call. My muse is a strange little thing. I never know what may spark an idea but when it does… Heaven help me there is no stopping her.

7     What advice do you give to others who find a block in the road of writing?

If writing is truly your passion, then pick yourself up and keep going. I always say if I never published another book, I would still be writing, because I need to write as much as I need air to breathe.
It's not an easy path this writing lark, and the road to publication can be hard and paved with rejection and heartache. Trust me I had plenty in my time,  but it is a necessary part of the process. I truly believe that I learnt something from each rejection and ultimately became a better writer for it. I'm still learning and my writing is evolving day by day. Never be afraid to try something new. You never know where it may lead to. J

8     If you had to pick one book to take with you on a deserted island, what would it be and why?

Gone with the wind. I simply adore that book and have read it countless times.

9     What is your favourite word?

Pathetic, has such a nice ring to it when you spit it out with contempt, lol

1    What is your least favourite word?

Maggots, even the word gives me the creeps

 .   What is your favourite sound?

Baby giggles

  What is your least favourite sound?

A baby's cry

  What is your favourite curse/swear word?

If no little ears are present the good old F word. If they are it's usually flipping wotsits, or flip, or shoot, or blinking heck, lol. You get the idea!

  If god exists, what would you say upon the arrival at the pearly gates?

Thanks for one hell of a ride!

Would you like a little tease of Goldie? Of course you do!

Take one very human girl. Add three bear shifters and one BDSM club. Shake well. What do you get? Lots of delicious fun.
When Goldie Lockwood receives an explicit note, signed by none other than the man she fell head over clit in lust with on first sight, there is only one thing she can do – obey.  After all she is dying to find out what goes on behind closed doors at the exclusive BDSM club.
Having his Goldilocks pounced on by his brother and sister had not been in Jason Stanhope's plan, even if the little human's responsiveness blows the triplets away. Porridge, chairs, beds, she tries them all.
But, can she be the sweet sub they need? Or will Goldilocks live up to her name and run away screaming?


Three pairs of identical, heavy-lidded, chocolate eyes settled on Goldie, and she backed away nervously until she bumped against the steel door. Its coolness served to confirm that she was indeed here and not in her cozy bed, having the most erotic CEO dream ever.

"She's not our sub, Jacob. She's mine!" Jason ground the words out through gritted teeth.

Jacob whistled under his breath, and Catalina narrowed her eyes. Jason, however, advanced toward Goldie with the lazy, long-limbed gait she'd admired in the office. Unlike at the office though, all his attention was focused on her. Goldie's body reacted with embarrassing predictability. Her nipples puckered against the thin satin of her dress, and she clamped her thighs together to stop the renewed rush of moisture from trickling down her leg. He stopped so close to her that their thighs touched. She dropped her gaze to escape the intensity of his and settled it on the intricate tattoo on his left shoulder. She hadn't gotten a close look at it in the office but now she could see it was two bears entwined. The image would have been extremely erotic had it been two humans.

Her body lit up under Jason's intense scrutiny, and when he leaned down and inhaled deeply, she closed her eyes again. For some reason, that really turned her on.

"Thank you for following my instructions so exactly. I hope you had a pleasant journey here."

His deep baritone washed over her senses, and she nodded. His smile of approval showed through the light kisses he dropped on her cheek, and she turned her head, desperate to taste his full lips. He withdrew, and she bit back her disappointed moan.

"Not so fast, Goldilocks."

"Wha—what? And that's not my name." She tried to inject some authority into her voice, she really did, but Miss Pornstar seemed to have reemerged, so she gave up and simply looked at him. The business suits he'd worn to the office ever since that first day hinted at the powerful physique underneath. Seeing him this close dressed in jeans and a black vest and those damn cowboy boots, not to mention having all his attention focused on her—well, she may just go into cardiac arrest. It was every secret fantasy she'd ever harbored times three. The man of her dreams, plus his equally wet dream-inducing brother, and their stunningly beautiful sister. Her gaze darted involuntarily to Catalina, and their eyes locked. Jacob chuckled. Jason took a step away from Goldie and looked over his shoulder with a sigh.

"Maybe our sub after all, bro." Jacob's amused drawl shook Goldie out her trance like state and heat stained her cheeks.

"I'm no one's sub." Her voice was still far too breathy, and she couldn't bring herself to look at any of them. But there, she'd said it. They would have to let her go. She knew that much at least. They couldn't keep her here against her will—they wouldn't.

The click-clack of Catalina's heels on the floor announced her stepping closer, and Goldie's nerves came back with a vengeance. She edged sideways until she bumped into Jacob. He drew her into his body with one arm, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered, "Oh yes, you are."

Catalina's whip whispered past Goldie's shoulder, and she shrieked and darted toward Jason. Jacob growled at Catalina, and Cat smiled.

"Such a lot of fuss. Well, I'll leave her to you two for now. You know where I am if you need me. And you will need me." Catalina turned to face Goldie, and she was grateful for Jason's reassuring warmth at her back and the strong arms holding her up. "I can smell you from here, little sub. When you're fed up playing with the boys, come and find me—you know you want to."

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