Sunday, 30 June 2013

#SexySnippets lets go with an IMPULSE

Rainy days make me yearn for the sun...

So todays #SexySnippets are from Impulse, because it's set on an island in the Indian Ocean, where the sun is shining...and Mia and  Dylan both act on...impulse...

He contented himself with a kiss to the back of her hand. She gasped, but to his delight she didn't try to take her hand away.

Emboldened, he turned it over and nipped the mound of Venus. Her moan made his balls tighten, and his skin tingle. Such a small sound, but it created images that sent his pulse soaring. She looked up at him with wary eyes. Her teeth nipped at her bottom lip and her tongue traced her mouth.

you can catch the other #SexySnippets on

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Friday, 28 June 2013

lucky me...

I was on holiday last week, so not much writing was added to my WIP. I'm trying to make up for it this week. Am I succeeding. Yes and no...

Yes, because I got several idea for new stories. Yes because something I'm working on is coming together nicely. No because I decided to research, and as ever four hours later, I'd had a great time reading but ended up nowhere near what I'd originally gone to find out. Ah well, it might come in useful at some point, even if its just to answer a crossword clue.

However last week, I was in Devon, and stayed in the house that was the rough basis for Randall's house in both Randall's Romance by Lee Brazil, and Cecilia's Claim by yours truly. 
 I was more than pleased to see how I'd remembered the village,  and the surrounding area, and how Lee and I had used it so well to create Chaldon. One scene in Cecelia's Claim is set in a sea fret, and although I'd have preferred not to have that on my holiday, we did and it showed me I'd got it right. :)

(the fret has lifted but it's still a bit gloomy, very atmospheric)

We made our way to the beach that the smugglers used...

and I reckon it sets the scene really well... you go through a tunnel to get to it...

I've long said that the reason for holidays is research. Do you think I could make them tax deductable?

Hmmm now where next? I fancy setting a book in Langkawi...

All this is here because I want to do a giveaway. Yes, I'm in one of those generous moods. So, where in the world would you like to visit and why? I'll do a random pick and one lucky person will be able to pick an ebook of mine of their choice.

Happy reading,

love R x

Randall's Romance and Cecilia's Claim are both available from

The next two books, Harold's Haven and Nash's Niche will be available in August...

Thursday, 27 June 2013

Cool eh? Shelli is dishing the dirt...

So the lovely Shelli Rosewarne is my guest...

Hi Raven,

Thanks so much for having me over today. I’ve been a bit manic lately so nice to get out of the writing cave for a bit.

I have a few projects on the go at the moment, but I’m currently engrossed in a zombie-themed romance. It’s a definite step outside my comfort zone but I’m really enjoying it. So, I thought on that theme I would talk a bit about pushing your own boundaries.

At the moment I’m making some big changes, both personally and professionally, and while it’s very exciting it’s also quite scary. It is very easy to cruise along sometimes, to stay where you are purely because it’s easy and simple and feels quite safe. For some people they might be quite happy carrying on like that, but sometimes it can be too easy and simple. You might want something more but taking that extra step or making that change can seem just too daunting. So you can make excuses, you can be waiting for the ‘right time’, you can be wanting to be a little more organised and plan a little bit more extensively.
While I would never recommend jumping into something blindly then I think sometimes you can plan forever and there needs to be a point where you draw the line and just take the leap.

I think it can be especially important for creative people like writers to be constantly trying new things and pushing their own limits. If I look back to a year ago I can see how far my writing has come and I know that some of the things I’m trying now would have seemed impossible to me back that. With writing it can be easy to be put into a box – people are constantly trying to classify what you do, to pigeon hole you. If you want to try a different style, or genre, or heat level then you can be met with negativity – what about your current readers, what about your ‘brand’, what about your marketing? To be honest I think it gives readers a lot less credit than they deserve; both in terms of being able to appreciate good writing no matter the subgenre and also in terms of choosing what they want to pick up and read anyway.

It’s taken me a long time to be able to ignore other people’s negativity and my own insecurities enough to be able to follow my own path, push forward and follow my own dreams. I have such huge respect for those I know who are doing the same, and for those who might not be quite there yet or who are still ‘planning’ – I hope you can make the jump soon!

Anyway, I seem to have rambled on for a bit there, so will try and earn my keep and share an excerpt from my current WIP. Little bit rough at the moment but hope you enjoy!  

She heard shocked gasps from behind her, but the vibrations were already running through the ground. She could feel the energy rising, waves spreading out. Quickly she smeared the blood around the edges of the circle. The energy was rising now, she could feel the hairs on her arms standing up and tiny vibrations through the soles of her shoes. She drew a final symbol in the blood on the gravestone itself, the rough stone grazing her fingers and making the lines awkward.
“Patrick Connell rise. Come from your grave at my command, rise from your sleep at my bidding.”
The earth in front of her was almost bubbling now, and then it parted and a tall figure emerged. She heard Neil almost shriek behind her but her attention was on the corpse in front of her. He was newly dead and so perfectly preserved. In fact, she thought, gazing at him, you would barely know the difference if you saw him walking down the street. She was actually quite proud, she didn’t do this spell much but this was a damn good raising!
“Patrick Connell, you have been raised at my command. You will do as I say and nothing more, bound to me by blood and magic. Do you understand and obey?”
The corpse looked at her, surprising clarity in his deep blue eyes. She didn’t think she’d ever raised one this ‘new’ before and it was actually a little disconcerting how alive he looked. He’d obviously been a handsome man, tall with broad shoulders, thick dark hair, strong jaw and quite startling eyes. Then he opened his mouth and said a single word.

oh wow got to read eh?

Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Morgan is here

Is Love Ever Conventional?
Falling in Love isn’t always easy, the not knowing if the other person feels the same, then if it seems they do the working out of the dynamics, as how each two people interact is always unique. An Unconventional Courtship is a short story full of the sweetness, the uncertainty of two people falling in love.
At different points in the story both Ellie and Alex have to take the risk of declaring themselves (a little unconventionally), making themselves vulnerable. For me those moments of letting go is when liking someone can turn to love, when a reflective feeling becomes falling.
I really fell in love with these two characters – they spoke not just too each other, but to me as well. They’ve got that spark ;) I hope you agree.
And of course I have to thank Raven, for telling me to stop and listen, as to begin with they only got a 1K short story that  when Rave read she said “Tell me more.”
More is now here.
The blurb:
To marry or not to marry- that is the question for Lord Mendton and Lady Eleanor Chatsby.
Lady Eleanor Chatsby has her eye on a man; unfortunately he doesn’t appear to know she exists and is more interested in his hobby of bird watching.
Lord Mendton, curses his inability to communicate well with others, especially when his attention is captured by the most interesting of ladies.
One impetuous act from her and he is struck by the desire to make Lady Eleanor Chatsby his wife. Unfortunately his proposal is unexpected, poorly timed and refused.  He is not deterred and begins a plan of seduction.
Their courtship fast becomes a battle of wills, what can Lord Mendton do to capture his lady’s heart? Will she give him her heart? Will he cede her control of their relationship?
What was Lord Mendton doing now?
Ellie watched, stunned, as Lord Mendton dropped to one knee.  Surely not! “Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” he asked without any preamble.
Ellie stared, unable to articulate any sensible thought. Her mind didn’t have any pertinent ideas to offer as a prompt. She had just been proposed to, by the Right Honourable Viscount Mendton, in front of scores of people. He who had barely acknowledged her existence before now. It was her turn to be rendered speechless. She had no words.
Lord Mendton continued to kneel, his stance held perfectly still, no tremor to be seen. His expression was equally frozen. His eyes held anticipation helping to convey his question, and yet his brow was furrowed as if, despite whatever conviction had made him act, he was now surprised. Maybe his actions were out of character for all versions of himself, the public persona and the man only he knew.
There was a silence as everyone nearby was held in thrall. In the distance the sound of wood cutting through water could be heard as more than one boat returned to dock.
Ellie felt the weight of attention adding to the heavy water that had soaked her clothes. She had not thought her actions would create such an immediate burden.
She was tempted to say yes. Of course she was. It would lend the situation a romantic climax, and it was the very end she had sought when chasing the man now on his knees before her.
“I’m sorry,” Ellie whispered, shaking her head. Was it even real? Did he even know her name? Something so surreal and sudden couldn’t be the basis for marriage, could it?
“Lady Eleanor?”
Oh God, did she have to give some further form of explanation.
She asked the question pressing in her mind instead, “You know my name then, who I am?” It didn’t sound as she had intended. It sounded as though she cared about her rank when really she was more interested in the transformation from him not remembering her to knowing her name and proposing. 
“Of course.” Lord Mendton said swiftly, a faint colour now staining his cheeks. “I asked my sister to tell me your name as soon as I saw you again today.”
He remembered their lasting meeting then.
How sweet that he’d asked who she was as a result. Or it would be at any other time. There was still a part of Ellie that had never quite forgiven him for not previously succumbing to her charms when she so desperately wanted him to.
“I’m cold, I’m tired, I’m wet, and the last thing I want is to be somebody’s wife.”

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