Friday, 19 January 2018

#FFF No name...

Wow yes, do not faint.

It is me...

100 words inspired by this amazing photo.

(Source pinterest)


How often had he stood here and gazed at her?
Remembered how she danced in the rain, gave to the homeless and stood up for underdogs.
Both human and canine.
It was easy to wallow, to sink into despair and shout and rail at fate.
He wouldn’t. He’d promised.
To her, to himself to all who lived, loved...and lost.
He mentally shook himself. Took a deep breath
 Showtime. Let the celebration commence.
 Her spirit lingered on. In this and in...
“Come on sweetie. Lets go home.”

The poppet smiled and blew a kiss at the picture. “Bye mumma. Lub you.”

Wednesday, 17 January 2018

#MIdWeekTease where DeAnne's dreams might just become a nightmare... #AwesomeLadies

Hi all and welcome to #MidWeekTease



This week we catch up with the ladies from Orrsholm on a picnic. 

“Earth to DeAnne.”
Grief I’d been so far gone in my not so fantastic fantasies I’d forgotten where I was and who with. I sat up straight and yawned very OTT. “Sorry, I’m knackered and I ache and not from nice stuff either.”
“Cabbages screaming do not cut me?” Brandie asked with a giggle. She’d been a mate of Marylou’s when they grew up stateside and somehow both up ended living in what some called the arse end of nowhere and we called home. She’s my second in command, lifesaver whatever you want to call her and knows damned well we don’t grow cabbages. We do however grow soft fruits and the sort of veg I like. So along with chickens—awkward blighters—we make a living. It might be nothing like my sort of ex makes. Think his week is more than my year or more but at least I’m happy. Most of the time
Gah I sound a right moaning Minnie.
“The chickens frightened by a bloody fox. We’ll be on plums for eggs for a week.” That expression made the others laugh, like I’d intended to. No one needed to know what really kept me awake.
Hot erotic dreams that left me sweating, writhing and so sodding horny I broke my bullet. Of course you can guess who starred in them. I really must not watch him on Netflix.
“Talking about plums...” Sandy’s voice trailed off. “Fuck and hell. Who ever said talk and it appears was right.”
“What?”

She put her arm around me. “Brace yourself. Because if my eyes don’t deceive me, there’s a talk dark ratfink appearing over the horizon. Well, over the hill. And he looks awfully like your ex.”

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Happy reading,

love Raven xx

Sunday, 14 January 2018

#SexySnippets

Hi all, welcome to #SexySnippets.



I'm not the happiest of bunnies this week, as I've done something to my back, and everything hurts. Sitting standing, walking, breathing...

So even typing is a challenge.

However here we are with the 7 sentences...

These are taken from a forthcoming book, Darling Doc which will soon be available from Evernight Pulblishing.

(Sandy is the local GP)

Blurb...

This stuff only happens in romance novels….
After a chance meeting on a crowded tram, Sandy has cause to re-evaluate several things.
1, It is perfectly possible to lust after a stranger.
2, It isn’t only fictional heroines who need to carry spare panties.
3, A man’s voice really can almost make you climax in public.
4, Great sex does exist.
5, Being a doctor can complicate things.

When her chance encounter turns up in her surgery, there is only one thing for it. Grab said hunk and the sex on offer with both hands and don’t let go. Alistair isn’t a patient after all… and what two consenting adults get up to in their spare time can’t be love, or can it?


and your #SexySnippets 


A few minutes later there was a knock on the door, and boy, was my practice manager right—he was drool-worthy—very dissolve in a puddle drool-worthy.
And I’d seen him before...with his water bottle wedged up my ass.
Give him his due, he looked as surprised as I was—or did he? After all, hadn’t Sandie said he was an actor?
“You’re the doctor?”
I saw even more what my practice manager meant  and I nodded. How the hell could I treat him? Keep it professional, do not jump him.

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Happy reading,

love Raven x


Wednesday, 10 January 2018

#MidWeekTease with one of our Awesome Ladies of Orrsholm thinking about sex... (as ever)

Hi all here's this week's #MidWeekTease with another tease from The Awesome Ladies Supper Club.

Where this week, DeAnne is thinking about sex... (when does she not... 🤣🤣 )




This week, we’d decided on a walk up the local hill and a picnic with fizz to celebrate the allegedly coming of summer. And all of us were able to make it.
So here we were sitting on rugs with our backs to a convenient rock or three, swigging Moet, eating pate and dishing the dirt on out so called local hero.
One I knew rather well.
I used to be married to him.
Yep, okay used to is a misnomer, but I reckon people think the divorce went through. It didn’t because he went all pissy, said he wasn’t guilty, everything was a pack of lies, and wouldn’t agree to it. The fact the woman whose name is etched on my brain, Patty-Ann DeGrell, a so called actress, had shouted it to the world and no doubt make seven figure sums out of all her ‘he’s dumped me and I’m heartbroken articles’ didn’t deter him. He just denied it all, said the woman was lying, and get this he loved me and was faithful.
When their pictures were everywhere. Those he added most vociferously were either fake or from their latest film. Did I mention he was a sodding A-list box office money raker-in?
I swear, never get involved with anyone who has an ego that needs stroking. It’s crap. Actually, that’s not fair. And I do try to be fair, even when I’m trashing him. He didn’t have a big ego.
Even so, ego or not, he put up so many bloody rocks and objections to our divorce, I gave up. After all I have no intention of ever getting married again, so a husband somewhere in the world and no doubt shagging whatever he fancied, was nothing to worry about.
So while he shagged, I used my trusty bullet. Actually I’m on number three. No messy breakups, unless you count the time number two expired mid climax and I threw it across the room and broke a vase.
But boy if I’m honest, I miss what I thought we had.
Not just sex, although that is a biggie. I mean plastic or a prick? No contest. Well, actually now I come to think of it, it depends what you mean by prick.


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Happy reading,

love Raven x