"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…

http://www.ravenmcallan.com

http:/ /www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com

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

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

https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan

Raven McAllan is here!

Hey everyone! Please give a very warm welcome to Raven McAllan, who's hear to talk to you about the excitement of being published, and her latest release, "Rian's Return"!

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You never lose the thrill, the heart-stopping, pulse jumping, squeal and high five feeling when a book is published. It doesn't matter if it's your first or thirty-first. It's still a fabulous moment. One to hold to yourself; savor and then shout and share with the world.

Because you've done it. Something lots of people say they will. But don't.

Write a book, take a deep breath and share it. Your baby, your creation and you’ve put it into the world to be cried over laughed at praised and yes, torn to pieces.

It's a strange feeling to see your name in print, and then read your words, all tidy and well perfect. (I'm ignoring the errors we all miss and see as soon as it's published) To see a cover made especially for you, and read your dedications. To read it through the eyes of a reader not the writer. And at the end think… This is mine!

I'm going to do hat again today, because Rian's Return is out from Breathless Press…

Four men or two couples. Sam, Rian, Ed and Ali. Could they work it all out?

Sam knew it was time to move on. Ed seemed the very person to help him.

Would they manage to overcome the obstacle in their way? Namely Rian.

Rian is devastated. Just because he'd sent a Dear John email—or should that be a Dear Sam—did Sam have to accept it?

Ali couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the one guy he'd lusted after all those years earlier, walking along the street in the rain. Could he persuade Rian it was time to move on and get his reward for doing the right thing?

Excerpt

“Rian? Rian Dahnaan, is that really you?” He turned and looked at the owner of the voice. “Ali Meershum? What the hell are you doing here?” A tall, dark-haired man got out of the car and made his way toward him. “A degree. Plus soaking you, it seems. Sorry, man.” Rian found himself enveloped in a strong pair of arms and hugged tightly.

Wow. A surge of electricity sped down his spine, and into his groin. Whoa, Rian, be careful. “No problem,” he said faintly, once he was loose and able to speak normally. “Just one more shitty thing to add to my already shitty day.”

Ali looked at him curiously, before all but pushing him into the car and then moving to the driver’s seat.

“Seatbelt.” Ali secured his, before setting the vehicle in motion. Rian fastened his own belt and pondered on this turn of events.

“Where are you staying?”

“I don’t know; a hotel, I guess. Can you recommend one?” He shook his head, scattering raindrops all over himself, the upholstery, and Ali.

He saw Ali looking at him briefly as the car turned a corner. “Conferences on all week. All the hotels are full. I’ve got an apartment, though, and it’s got plenty of space. If you fancy, you can stay with me. I decided it would be better to have my own place while I studied.”:

Rian looked at his old friend. How did I never notice how well he filled his clothes? Probably because at eighteen he hadn’t been quite so well-endowed. Or wore his jeans to enhance it so well. Phew! Down, boy, you’ve no chance there. He probably has some rich heiress tucked away. And you’re supposed to be in love with Sam, remember? So why did he feel like something momentous was about to happen?

“If you don’t mind, that would be great, just until I decide what to do next. But aren’t you a bit old to be taking a degree? Besides, I thought you already had one?”

Ali brushed that comment aside. “I’ve got a straightforward business degree, yes, but it isn’t from here and not as prestigious as the one I’m doing now. Individual Studies is something few people are able to do; it’s incredibly demanding. The competition for the course was tremendous. Besides, I need to show people, especially my father, that being gay does not render me impotent in any way, especially in the business world.”

Rian was sideswiped. Double whammy. Oh shit. That’s Sam’s department; this could be complicated. And Ali’s gay? All those years ago, and I never knew.

Ali looked at him, his concern obvious. “What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re homophobic?”

That made Rian laugh.

“No, I’m not homophobic.” He smiled. “So, er, you’re gay? And out?” He could feel the tension in himself as he waited anxiously for Ali’s answer. “You, um, have a partner?”

Ali shook his head.

“Gay, Yes. Out, sometimes. Partner, nope. How about you, you married or anything?”

He doesn’t know, Rian thought bemused. He really does not have a clue. Bugger. There I was, hoping that hug might mean something. He realized Ali was still waiting for him to answer.

“Oh, er, not married. I thought it might happen, but the bloke I was seeing didn’t wait for me. But then, in all fairness—not that I feel much like being fair—I had told him months before it was over.”

“Man, that’s bad. You would have thought that—Hold on...’Bloke’? As in male? As in...?”

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Raven's Bio

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.

Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.)

Today's the day! "Vintage Ink — Every Second Counts" is available now!

I'm still a little in shock.

Pinch me...is it real?

No, this—in many ways—is not something entirely new to me, yet it is still a first. "Vintage Ink — Every Second Counts" is available from Evernight Publishing. My first solo release.

Writing this story wasn't only a breeze but immensely enjoyable. Being set in Phoenix, Arizona—where I spent all of my teen years—I felt very connected to the setting and the kind of people you come across. Not to mention the entire story is set around a tattoo shop, something I'm quite familiar with. :)

But it was actually the dialogue and characters that I had the most fun with. Once created, the people came to life and I was merely there to document it all. I'm a panster at the best of times but I literally wrote this story with 100% trust in my protagonists and their friends.

So, without further ado...here is a sneak peak of "Every Second Counts", the first in hopefully a long Series.

Faye "Lux" Prescott has one passion in her life, her thriving tattoo business in the heart of Phoenix, Arizona. Creating art and working with her friends for a living — who has time or need for a man in her life?

All that changes when Brody Cameron walks into "Vintage Ink". The enigmatic stranger is booked for an impressive tattoo and Faye finds herself falling head over heels in lust — or is that love?

Brody's life has been tough, however, and when he reveals his secrets, can Faye help him move forward, or is their budding relationship doomed before it has even begun?

Excerpt: 

"Check this out, though." Jackson placed a sheet of paper on her keyboard.

Faye glanced for a second, lost in the week's totals, when the design caught her attention. Black and white charcoal, grotesquely detailed in typical Jackson style, was a black beast with a fatal wound in its stomach, entrails and all.

"Fenrir. From Nor—"

"Norse Mythology, I know." Faye interrupted him. She dropped her glasses to the desk and studied the drawing closer. "Who's getting it?"

"Some guy called Brody. He wants it across the base of his back and around his ribs. I hope he's got a good threshold for pain, because that ain't gonna feel too good."

"Worth every second. You're making me wish I had room left, Jack. This is fucking incredible!"

"Thanks, Lux. What 'bout you? Anything exciting? Haven't you got that chick with the octopus and the huge ti—"

"Don't be an asshole, and no, she's not in until Saturday. I have a floral chest piece this morning and the start of a nautical sleeve in the afternoon."

"You ink nautical in your sleep, Luxy, baby. Anyone would've expected you to have fucked off to sea with some sailor, by now."

"Not in a million years, my friend. I have a business to run." Faye placed her glasses back on when Jackson continued to talk. Her patience was wearing thin, quick.

"I meant before now."

Faye dropped the papers and lifted her gaze, peering above the thick frames of her glasses at him. "What, per say, do you mean by that, my dearest Jackson? Are you implying that I'm a sad singleton who should be shacked up by now? With a doting and hard-working husband and a circle of children running riot around my freshly cleaned, cookie-cutter house? Do you actually remember who you're talking to?"

Jackson took his sketches from the desk and with his free hand brushed his unkempt, brown hair away from his face. She had noticed that he never seemed to know how to take her outbursts, even in their twelfth year of friendship. "I only meant that you should get laid every now and then. Sex is healthy, you know."

"Yeah, you would know."

"What can I say? The ladies love a tattooed, bearded, sexy beast such as myself."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. Now get back to work before I fire your sexy ass."

"Yes ma'am!" He saluted and bowed, before retreating to his station.

Faye shuffled the papers endlessly and after realizing what she was doing, she tried to concentrate on the work at hand. But she couldn't get past the first line and must've read it over a dozen times. Asshole…fucking jerk! What's with men and word vomit? Sex is healthy…so what? I exercise, eat right, and masturbate when the mood's right. What's so wrong with that?

Another knock to the glass door sent the papers in Faye's hands flying in a mad whirlwind around her head. She squealed and the chair she sat on rolled when her body jerked. Her back slammed into the corner of the desk. "Argh, shit!"

Her eyes darted to the door, to see who had caught her nerves at the wrong moment, and her heart fell to her stomach.

"Hey, it's Brody. He's here to check out the sketch before his appointment."

Maybe Jackson had a point, after all…

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