Thursday, 23 March 2017

Good Morning Thursday...meet The Night Gardener... with love from E D Parr




wow what a cover eh?

Ohhh, btw...



I'm handing over to E D Parr and The Night Gardener today.

 An #MMromance new release from Evernight Publishing

Architect, Dane Lovell takes an off-season vacation in an old New England mansion, hoping to ease his broken heart, and spark his imagination. Impressed by the pretty gardens, he’s surprised by the sinister atmosphere of the river than winds through the estate. Dane settles down to his vacation and tries to immerse himself in his drawings. One night, the sound of the back door smashing open in the wind and rain shocks Dane from his work.
Spooky, gorgeous, and enigmatic Zachary Yarrow has brought logs for the fire.
He’s the estate gardener and brings with him not just passion and a love affair for Dane, but a strange, spine-tingling mystery.
Who is Zachary, and what will happen when Dane finds out?
From the author
Inspired by some wild countryside, and a rushing river that stormed under a bridge so loudly, I couldn’t hear what a friend said to me, for me this story is as much about nature as love. I’ve always believed there are more things in the elegant stream of life than we know about, and this story is about a young man who loves life so much he finds a way to live it. There are some heartstring tugs in this story, and some hot love scenes, because this is a love story. It’s a journey for both characters, Dane and Zachary to deep, lasting love.

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The gardener slotted his logs into the spaces between other logs already in the nook bricked into the side of the fireplace. “Zachary Yarrow.”

Dane folded his arms over his body, wishing he’d thought to close the door as chilling air swept along the hall and into the room. “Dane Lovell.”

Zachary stood, having completed his task. “You’re here off season. I guess you know. I always do the gardens off-season—have done for the last—well, for years. When I’m here, I usually stay in this cottage. I guess I need to find somewhere else this time.”

Cold, Dane accepted the information with a nod. “I need to close the door, Mr. Yarrow.” He returned to the back door and closed it up.

Zachary Yarrow had followed. “You can call me Zachary.”

Dane hung around near the back door. The gardener showed no signs of leaving and Dane didn’t know how to be rude enough just to ask him to go.

“It’s way too dark to garden. You’re wet through.” Dane’s gaze ranged over the sodden sweater Zachary wore, and along the rain-darkened jeans covering Zachary’s muscled thighs.
The guy has to be cold. “Can I offer you a cup of coffee?”

Zachary grinned happily. “A cup of coffee, yeah, that will be great, thanks.”

Dane led the way back into the kitchen. “Sit by one of the radiators and try to dry out a little.” He put water to boil and heaped instant into mugs. “I can lend you a dry sweater…”

Zachary leaned close to the radiator. “It’s okay. I’ll drape my sweater on here. It’ll be dry in no time.” He pulled the soggy item over his head and arranged it on the hot metal flutes.

Dane experienced a shock of attraction as he took in the smooth, muscled chest on display when Zachary turned to him.

“Look, it’s already steaming.”

Dane tore his gaze from Zachary’s body and glanced at the sweater. The kettle boiled and he whipped around to make the coffee, thankful for the diversion.

“Do you take sugar or cream?”

Zachary’s voice came from immediately behind him. “Black, thank you, no sugar.”

Dane closed his eyes to dissipate the surprise Zachary’s silent approach gave him. He edged around to face Zachary, who stood so close Dane’s composure flew clean away as his whole body reacted to the proximity of this complete hunk.
Holy hell, he is completely gorgeous. Dane stepped sideways and picked up a mug. He handed it to Zachary. “Coffee, er, sorry, its instant. I’ve given myself a vacation from grounds and filters.” He smiled apologetically.

Zachary studied him for a few seconds.

Dane had the distinct feeling Zachary knew exactly what he was thinking.



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Wednesday, 22 March 2017

#MidWeekTease... It's wet



Hi all, welcome to this week's #MidWeekTease. As I'm still waiting for my cover fro my next release, I decided to tease you today from a story for which I've just had my rights back.

In His Hands

In Monsoon season, in Hong Kong, anything can happen… Even so, the last thing Caness Clacher expected was to meet a Dom. The very man who made her want to sink to her knees and say, “Yes, Sir.”
Unbeknown to Caness, Patrick Lim had waited a long time to claim her as his sub.
Without electricity and with a monsoon raging, it’s time to explore their desires. Will the elements work in their favour or not…
Only time—and a scene—will tell.

No Cover but this is an inspiration for it...


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She should be in a rush. Instead, she stood, ignoring the heavy downpour known as black rain that indicated monsoon weather. There was little enough time to get home before all public transport was suspended for the duration, but Caness still didn’t move. It might be her last day at work before she went freelance, but she’d still had obligations and left late. Now she wished she wasn’t so bloody conscientious, but it was ingrained in her psyche. Or imbibed with her mother’s milk. Finish what you start.
However, a Hong Kong monsoon was not to be messed with.
Her long red hair, so at odds with her vaguely oriental looks, had left its plait once the growing wind caught it, and was now plastered to her skull and hung almost to her waist. God knows what sort of a mess it would be when it dried. Corkscrew ringlets no doubt. Her once pristine and demure work suit was fast becoming tight, and more sexy than suitable for a day of meetings. Nevertheless, Caness Clacher remained steadfast as she stared into the gallery window and at the glorious barbaric, and unique jewelry she saw there. No doubt it cost a king’s ransom.
What? She blinked, and looked closer to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. No, it was there all right, and it was what she thought at first glance. Silver fetters, of twisted strands, which looked as if it were a collection of barbs. On a closer glance Caness could see the barbs were an illusion, and there were no sharp ends to mark or tear the skin. Wrist cuffs and a thick collar completed the set.
 She salivated and her pussy muscles contracted as she thought how she would feel wearing them. Them and little else. She moaned softly—talk about making her completely wet. Her underwear was now as damp as her outerwear. How come she’d never seen things like that in here before? She walked this alley with its expensive designer shops, art and craft galleries, and boutiques every day.
Usually in a rush.
Nothing before ever caught her eye and made her slow or stop to look more closely.
Just this.
In black rain, and a rapidly approaching deadline of no transport until the monsoon passed. She must need her head examined.
“Lovely isn’t it? It would suit you, Caness.” The velvet tones with a hint of an accent she couldn’t place curled around her like a warm security blanket. They were so mesmeric her mouth became dry and her clit tightened into a painful throbbing nub. Lord, she hadn’t felt such an instantaneous reaction since her first date with the school lothario, and that had ended once he’d opened his mouth and talked rubbish.
“That and nothing else,” the stranger said with a definite note of authority in his voice. “On your knees, before me.”
Her legs began to dip before she came out of her reverie and straightened. What the hell? Had she really been going to assume the position of a perfect sub, in public and no doubt in a puddle? Caness shook her head in amazement and the stranger stepped back to miss the water that she scattered with her actions.


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happy reading,

love Raven x


Tuesday, 21 March 2017

#TT...The Way It Is


The way it is...




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Just to see the way he stares at me.
Shivers down my spine.
Goosebumps
Dry mouth.
A sense that something important was about to happen.
To me.
All hit me at once.
Could I do it?
Was it possible it was time? The culmination of everything I had strived for.
I wait, heart in mouth as he considers. Was I supposed to speak first? Surely not? I thought he is the one to direct what happens next. That he would make a considered decision and tell me what would happen and when.
I can hardly wait.
If I’m honest, I never thought it would get this far. That I would be in this position. That the clammy skin and the sense I want to throw up now, would ever be part of me.
I am stronger than that.
Or so I thought—wrongly it seems.
I have to make my mind up. Stay or go?
Do or don’t?
He tips my head up and kisses me on the lips. Like a fairy’s wing. So gentle it hardly registers.
“Ready?”
I nod.
“Let’s go and wow them, love. The magician will now saw his lady in half.”

I can hardly wait.

The lovely Doris O'Connor has also posted her pic and #TT. Check it out here

and the equally lovely J S Morbius here

Happy reading,

love Raven x