Friday, 28 April 2017

Friday's visitors put you in a fantastic, It's Friday mood... Meet The Shifters of Esposito County



with Nicola Cameron and 



Hello, and thanks so much for having me on today! Shifter Woods: Howl is the first entry in my new paranormal shifter romance series Esposito County Shifters. Howl, which is the story of coyote shifter Laurie Rivera and her (very) unexpected mate Sheriff Caleb Lynch, was originally supposed to be submitted to an anthology. Real Life™ promptly intervened, as it does, and I blew the deadline. I decided to go ahead and expand the story past the antho guidelines and Howl surprised me by turning into a 23,000 word novella. Go figure. The second entry, Shifter Woods: Roar, which runs concurrently with Howl and follows the story of Laurie’s cameraman Gavin and bear shifter Mike Ivanov, will be out in mid-May.

Also, may I just say that I am SO glad I was finally able to use this particular male model on a cover? I’ve been faunching after him since Empress of Storms, and I finally got the right book for him – yay!

Paranormal Romance, Shifter Romance, MF
Word Count: 23,000
Series: Esposito County Shifters (Book One)
Heat Level 4
Published by Belaurient Press
ASIN: B06ZZHS28T


BLURB:

Laurie wants a news story. Caleb just wants to be left alone. But when the two coyote shifters' paths cross in New Mexico’s Sandia Mountains, Fate steps in and gives them something they never expected--each other.

Reporter Laurie Rivera is on the trail of a white slavery ring when she’s forced to run for her life in the foothills near Sandia Crest. Widowed sheriff and Alpha coyote shifter Caleb Lynch comes across the exhausted reporter and discovers to his shock that Laurie is also a shifter—and his new heart’s mate.

But Caleb never expected to have another chance at love, and Laurie has a good reason to fear being claimed, especially by an Alpha. As a snowstorm traps them in the sheriff’s cabin, Caleb must find a way around the barriers surrounding Laurie’s heart, and Laurie has to confront her past—and the humans who want her dead—if she wants a chance at her very own “happily ever after.”

BUY LINKS:

  • Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06ZZHS28T
  • Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06ZZHS28T


PG-13 EXCERPT

Caleb Lynch slammed the cabin door closed with his foot, depositing the woman in his arms on the couch. Her eyes were still closed, her full lips turning a faint shade of blue, and her heartbeat was worryingly slow. That and the fact that she wasn’t shivering meant she was well into hypothermia.

At least he knew how to handle that. He stepped to the hallway closet and grabbed a bundle of blankets and the heavy old quilt his grandmother had made. Dumping them next to the sofa, he started stripping the cold, wet clothes off his guest.

Peeling off the waterlogged cloth revealed sleek limbs, smooth tan skin and some mouthwatering curves that made his palms tingle with the urge to touch. Worse, each new inch of exposed skin let more of her heavenly scent come to his nose. He’d thought he’d made a mistake out near the creek, that it had been some sort of olfactory hallucination, but this close it was impossible to miss. He struggled not to throw his head back and howl.

No. You have a responsibility, dammit. Get her warm and dry first.

When she was down to her underwear he opened one of the blankets and covered her with it, then reached under to strip off the damp scraps of nylon and cotton. She moaned in complaint and he bit his lip, trying to come into contact with as little skin as possible. What he did touch, however, was silken.

He pulled the bra and panties free, tossing them on top of the rest of her clothing, then set to piling more blankets on her, topped with the heavy quilt. She’d get warmer faster if you slid in there with her, part of his brain suggested. Just strip down, crawl in, take her in your arms and—

He cut that thought off. He had never laid a finger on an unwilling female in his life, and he damn well wasn’t about to start now. Even if she did look like sun and sin in one gorgeous package and smelled like—

Mine. She smells like mine.

Damn it all. It was getting harder to tear his mind away from that thought. Gritting his teeth, he sat back on his haunches and considered. Wet clothes removed and dry blankets applied, check. Next was warmth.

Along with the blankets he’d grabbed a bunch of chemical hand warmer packets. He cracked a few, shook them up to get the exothermic reaction going, then tucked them under the blanket by her feet. She shifted, toes automatically stretching towards the heat.

Her eyes fluttered open, revealing irises the color of a rich sherry. “Wha’ happened?”

“You tell me, honey.” Caleb swallowed a smile, wanting to stroke the tangled black silk away from her face. “I found you in Bollan Creek. I’m guessing you fell in?”

“Creek?” One slender hand emerged from the blankets, pushing her hair back. “Yeah. Fell down a hill—” She blinked, her gaze sharpening as she took in the blankets covering her. Her other hand groped under the blankets, confirming her sartorial status. “Where are my clothes?”

He expected confusion, even anger, but the strength of the fear pouring off her made him feel both guilty and a little annoyed. “They’re right here,” he said, nodded at the pile of wet cloth. “I’m sorry, but you were going into hypothermia. They had to come off.”

She clutched the blanket closer as she peered over the edge of the sofa at her clothes. A flush spread across her cheekbones, and the fear scent kicked up a notch. “Who took them off?”

He sighed. “I did. And to answer your next question, I covered you with a blanket first,” he tapped a drape of the quilt, “and I didn’t take any liberties.”

Not that he hadn’t wanted to. “Now, I’d appreciate some answers to my questions,” he said, allowing a hint of sternness to show through. “What are you doing in Big Rock territory without my permission?”

She stared at him, biting her lower lip. “I didn’t mean to, Alpha, I swear. I’m here on business.”

“What kind of business?”

“I’m a reporter with the Albuquerque Sun—”

The growing lust generated by her scent evaporated. “You’re a reporter?”

Just what he needed, one of those snoopy bastards poking around Esposito County. Except she’s a shifter, too. What the hell is she doing in a city, anyway?


NC-17 EXCERPT

Upstairs, Caleb stretched out in the big, comfortable bed, remembering how Paul Sleeping Turtle, Mike Ivanov and he had used some stout ropes and a lot of good-natured cursing to haul the mattress and box spring and over the loft railing. Anna had stood well out of the way downstairs, laughing at their language as they’d sweated and lugged the damn things upward. That night, however, she’d rewarded him in the newly installed bed, and Mike cheerfully baited him the next day about hearing the noise from a good mile away.

He’d never brought another woman to the cabin after Anna’s death, never even wanted to. But Laurie was different. He could smell her even up here, her essence rising with the heat from the fireplace and perfuming the loft with the smell of warm, sweet female in heat and in need of a good fucking.

He had no idea why Laurie had suddenly gone into heat while he was doing the dishes, but the change in her scent was unmistakable. Granted, sometimes an unmated Alpha could send a young, untried female into heat from simple proximity. But Laurie Rivera had to be in her early thirties, and if she was a virgin he’d eat his badge. The view he’d caught of her in the reflection of the kitchen window was of a female openly eyeing him and liking what she saw.

He grinned at the hand-hewn beams overhead. You know damn well what it means. She’s my mate, whether she likes it or not.

Which, ironically, was the problem. From what she’d told him, she was skittish as hell about the idea of being claimed. He couldn’t blame her, considering her experiences with her first Alpha. But it certainly messed up any chance he had with her, as well. And he didn’t have the luxury of taking his time and courting her, letting her get to know him over time. The moment the plows came through in the morning, Mike and this Gavin guy would be at the cabin to pick her up. After that, Laurie would be back in the city with her career and her life, never to return.

Albuquerque isn’t that far, though.

Oh, yeah? When was the last time you were there? The last time you had time to go there?

His subconscious—or his coyote, he wasn’t sure—had a point. He had to act tonight before he lost her. So, time to be sneaky.

He kicked off the blanket, bracing as the cool air hit his bare skin. He usually didn’t sleep naked during winter, but he wanted as much of his own aroma circulating as possible. He’d made a vow, yes, and he would keep it … unless Laurie gave him permission to break it. And the best way to make happen would be to tempt her upstairs with the scent of his desire and the promise of fulfilling her own.

Running a hand over his chest, he brushed the firm nub of a nipple and the crisp hair that led in a trail down to his groin. He followed it now, wrapping a hand around his soft cock and squeezing. It twitched at the stimulation; when he squeezed again, running his thumb over the upper ridge of the head, it began to thicken lazily.

He started a light, teasing stroke, not enough to get himself off but more than enough to get fully hard. Closing his eyes, he imagined Laurie climbing the stairs to the loft and his bed. The mattress would dip a bit as she climbed on it, moving on all fours to him. He knew she was the kind of female who, when her mind was made up, would stake her claim. There would be no fear, no anger, nothing but need and the deep knowledge that they belonged together.

He pictured her straddling his thighs, bending over to give him a deep, luscious kiss. Her breasts would swing forward and he could cup them, relishing the firm weight of them in each hand before he leaned up to take a nipple in his mouth. He already knew how the salt of her sweat and the sweet spice of her skin would taste, and how to rub the velvet flat of his tongue across the nub to make her gasp. He wanted to learn all the sounds she made in bed, the feminine moans and sighs that were music to a male’s ears.

His sweet female would be eager that first time, taking him in hand and guiding his straining cock between her legs. He groaned as he imagined the hot, wet squeeze of her sliding down around him, a perfect fit that would drive him out of his mind. She’d start riding him, her breasts jiggling with each rise and fall, and that perfect friction building between cock and cunt, all hot juices and slippery softness and his dick going deeper and deeper into her until he could feel the electricity rising, building at that sweet spot between balls and spine…

He pulled his hand away, half-enjoying the sparking, stuttering feeling of having his orgasm denied. Now he just had to wait.

Please, Laurie, I need you. Come to me.


BIO

Nicola Cameron is a married woman of a certain age who really likes writing about science fiction, fantasy, and sex. When not writing about those things, she likes to make Stuff™. And she may be rather fond of absinthe.

While possessing a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that she decided to write about it. The skills picked up during her SF writing career transferred quite nicely to speculative romance. Her To Be Written work queue currently stands at around nineteen books, and her mojito-sodden Muse swans in from Bali every so often to add to the list, cackling to herself all the while.

Nicola plans to continue writing until she drops dead over her keyboard or makes enough money to buy a private island and hire Rory McCann as her personal trainer/masseur, whichever comes first.
                                           
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Happy reading,

love Raven x

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...