#bookrelease – Nina’s Dom – by Raven McAllan @evernightpub

A warm welcome to Raven McAllan!!!

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It’s funny how my characters tell me very firmly who they are, what they are and insist I write just that. No trying to change them. It just won’t work.
By trial and error, I’ve now accepted that.
Nina and Dominic were no exception. In fact I wondered at times if they would ever get together, they were so blooming stubborn.
However they had fun trying to show each other whom they were and want they wanted.
I just wrote what they told me to—as you do.
This is the result.

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Nina Mack is no sub. So why then do all her senses scream at her to submit to the enigmatic Dominic Christopher?
When the two meet at her friend’s hen party at Dommissimma, sparks fly. Their attraction is immediate and explosive, but how can Nina ever allow herself to enter into a relationship with a Dom?
Dominic has lost interest in BDSM since the death of his wife, so the insistent tug of awareness toward the volatile and decidedly bratty Nina is a welcome surprise.
With his inner Dom firmly awakened can he convince Nina to give their relationship a try?
Time will tell if these two can find their own Dom/sub relationship and reclaim happiness.

A wee tease for you…
Nic held out his hand for the keys, and after a brief startled glance, Nina passed them to him. He locked the door and handed them back. She tucked them inside her handbag.
“Why did you do that?” Nina asked once she was inside the car with him. “Lock my door? I’ve been doing it for years.”
“Good.” Nic checked the flow of traffic and overtook a bus. “And when we’re together I’ll do it for you.”
“But why?” Nina asked again. “Why not just let me lock up?”
There’s that word again.
“I swear the first word you ever spoke was why,” Nic said as he turned the car into the street where Dommissimma was situated. “And I bet it will be your last. I agree that to question things you don’t understand is a good thing, but by heck, Nina, you’d even question why I asked for dark chocolate not milk.”
“No, I wouldn’t then,” she said in a triumphant tone. “Because dark chocolate helps to control the sub drop a sub might get after a scene. Or a Dom for that matter.” She didn’t add so there, but Nic could hear it inferred in her voice.
“Good. I’ve found one action you won’t question. I wonder if there’s any more?” He stopped the car in the half empty car park and switched of the engine. “Not too busy, but it looks like there’ll be enough going on so you’ll be able to gauge your reactions. Let me come ‘round and help you out. And before you say anything, that, plus locking your door are just some of those common courtesies we spoke of over the phone. To me I don’t do it as a Dom, I do it as a man.”
“I might question it, the chocolate. I’d wonder who it was for.” Nina said as they approached the nondescript door to Dommissimma. “Seeing as we’re not scening.”
“Not at the moment.” Nic agreed with her. “But who knows when we might need it.” He looked at her pale face. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I don’t want you passing out or anything.” Her pallor worried him. He hoped she wasn’t anemic.
“What?” She sounded surprised. “I’m fine, why?”
”You’re as white as a sheet.”
”I usually am,” Nina said. “But in this case I think it’s hunger, worry I might let you down rather than natural Celtic pale skin, and oh sh—oot, I recognize that car.” Nina waved toward a dark saloon in the corner of the car park. “Beware of nosy Doms. That’s Edan’s, and if he’s here it’s a shoe in Athol will be as well.”
“Why are you hungry?” Nic honed in on her first reason.
“Running late, apprehension, forgot to buy bread, take your pick. And now a crowing Athol.”
Nic grinned and kissed her nose. She wrinkled it. “That tickles.”
“It’ll be directed at me as well as you, anima mia. I’ve only been around when needed these last few years. And there’s no need to be apprehensive. We’re not scening, and you said nothing frightened you, just that it wasn’t your thing, so why worry?”
“I didn’t say it was logical,” Nina said. “I can’t explain it, there’s no logical explanation, in fact no explanation at all. It makes no sense, but it’s how I feel.” She bit her lip and gave a deprecating smile. “Stupid or what?”
Nic tugged her to one side of the door. “Not stupid. But I’m going to do my damnedest to change how you feel. Nina, love, nothing you can say or do will let me down.” Unless it’s let’s get out of here, or I don’t want to see you again, Nic. “Remember you can safe word me over anything. And a nip just here,” he put her thumb and forefinger on the back of his hand, “will alert me if something is bothering you and we need to move away and talk. Yes?”
“Yes.”
”Then are you ready?”
Nina blinked and squared her shoulders. “Yes, Sir, I’m ready.”
He could see her mindset changing as she spoke.
”Then let’s go in.”
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Love R x

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A multi-published, best selling author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband, in a house much too big for them—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. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, 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.

Or….

Well what can I say?

I’m growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I’m often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

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Book Review – Return of the Prodigal Gilvry – by Ann Lethbridge

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I have read Ann Lethbridge’s series The Gilvrys of Dunross and adored every book but this is the absolute best! Why? The hero, Andrew, or Drew as we know him, is HOT! He is scarred physically and emotionally but, as with all the best romantic heroes, this just adds to his appeal. He is masculine in that raw, throw me over your shoulder kind of way, whilst being extremely respectful and respectable. He’s just…well…perfect! He also has an edge to him that his brothers do not and if you like a dash of Dom in your hero, you’ll really enjoy reading about Drew.
The heroine, Rowena MacDonald, has her own scars. She’s intelligent, feisty, funny and I really liked her. She has a really good heart but she is no feeble pushover and I loved seeing her set out to save her man.
The plot is fast and action packed, which meant that I read this quickly because I was racing along with the characters, and the story held me all the way through. There are family reunions, tears, tantrums and revelations. I really recommend that you read the series and this book in particular (though you need to read the series to fully understand what happens in this book) because it is totally addictive. 🙂

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Bound to the Bad Boy has got a 4* review over at Night Owl Reviews!!! WOOT! 🙂

Here’s the review:

“Bound to the Bad Boy

The main and secondary characters in Bound to the Bad Boy are appealing and exciting. I enjoyed see an old love face issues in their past. Overall, this was a great story that is well written. I hope we get to see more of these characters in the future.

Megan Agnelli is back in her hometown of Cherub, Minnesota to attend her high school reunion. The main reason for her attendance is to prove to herself she can put the past in the past and move on. The biggest is her feelings for her first love of Matt King, her first Dom. He is the one that still haunts her dreams.

Matt King is a Dom and a hot and sexy man. He is a handsome tattooed biker that is part of a motorcycle club. Matt’s life since high school has not been easy. He went down for a crime he did not do and Megan left him as a result.

The chemistry between Matt and Megan is blistering. Their time together brings all the old feelings back for both of them. The sex scenes are hot and spicy. I enjoyed seeing Matt and Megan face their past and work through their issues to move forward.”

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BOUND TO THE BAD BOY…A NAUGHTIER EXCERPT…

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EXCERPT #2 – the slightly naughtier one…but not as naughty as others you’ll find inside the book!

Megan took a step forwards. She wanted to start the tour. To get moving. To stop the fervent racing of her brain before it made her dizzy. Before she changed her mind and fled.
Matt didn’t move.
She went to take another step forwards but she paused. What was he waiting for? Had she done something wrong, other than deciding to come here with him?
“Matt?”
“You have forgotten.”
She tensed. The tiny hairs on her arms stood on end. Did he want her to kneel? Should she have kept to ‘Master’ instead of using his name? How would this work between them now after so long? Did they just slip back into their old ways?
Surely he’ll tell me what to do, just like always. Whenever I’ve been in doubt, he has helped me, led me, and even calmed me.
“Megan,” he whispered as he moved closer. “Do you need me to remind you?”
She gazed into his eyes but found no answer there. Only the darkness of desire, and the danger of passion. A passion which could be roused like a hungry panther with claws just as sharp and a body just as beautiful, just as powerful. Yes, Matt was dangerous. Addictively so.
She nodded, afraid to speak.
“Take off your dress.”
“What?” her voice squeaked.
“You come into my home, then you play by my rules.”
She looked down. The fire in his eyes was too fierce, too intense. She stared at his broad shoulders instead, at how they morphed into a full muscular chest that bulged beneath his fitted black t-shirt. His arms were heavily tattooed with colorful sleeves that told the story of his life so far. Images of things he’d done, people he’d known, and places he’d travelled.
My name.
She jumped as she spotted it.
Just above his left wrist, written within the body of a snake that was wrapped around a bleeding heart. Had he done that after she’d broken up with him?
Her stomach clenched. Had she hurt him that much that he’d felt the need to ink her betrayal upon his flesh like a brand to remind him?
He lifted his arm.
“Is that because . . .” She couldn’t finish her question.
“Yeah . . . because you left. Because it hurt. Because I never forgot.”
“Oh.” Her eyes stung suddenly with hot tears. She had tried not to think about his feelings when she told him she needed out. He was tough. A man, a biker, a Dom. How could she have possibly hurt him?
He looked away for a moment, a muscle in his jaw twitching as if he was trying to regain his composure. Deciding how to deal with her. She held her breath. Would this be it? The end? Would he remember how mad he was that she had left him and leave her to a night in the lonely hotel bed with just her bullet vibrator for company? And after being this close to him again, she had a feeling that the tiny battery operated device would be unable to even tickle the need that now welled up inside her, shaking her to her very core.
He blinked then turned to her again. His face was calm, his features relaxed, as if he had pulled down a roller blind to hide his emotions, doubts and fears.
“So…Megan…” He ran a finger down her arm and she shivered. His touch was feather light yet it stirred her immediately. Her panties dampened with her moist heat. “Are you staying?”
She nodded. “Please, Master.”
“Then . . .” He gestured at her dress.
She lowered her eyes. Her crimson bodice stuck out in two places where her nipples protruded. A bead of perspiration trickled down between her heavy breasts. She absently brushed at the sticky residue of the reunion nametag but it clung to the shiny fabric like her lust now clung to her.
She was hot for him. She wanted to stay. Just for tonight. At least for tonight. So she had to play by his rules. Just like always.
The thought tingled through her entire body, curling in her pussy like a hot tongue and she began to unzip her dress, trembling with nerves and desire.

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BOUND TO THE BAD BOY RELEASE DAY CELEBRATIONS!!!

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Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Word Count: 41,250

The idea for this story came from pondering the question: What is it that makes bad boys irresistible? Is it the raw masculine energy, the unpredictable nature, or the desire we feel to tame the wildest man around when it seems that no one else can?
There are many appealing things about bad boys. They have alpha qualities that suggest strength and leadership and there’s nothing sexier than a man who doesn’t give a damn about what others think. He knows his own mind and he goes his own way. The bad boy also doesn’t spend hours worrying about his appearance, yet he is incredibly, effortlessly attractive and alluring. A bad boy doesn’t have to be classically good looking but he must be the epitome of raw masculinity. He is intense, passionate and deep. You know that he will be loyal if he loves you and that he will treasure you above all others, including himself.
In Bound to the Bad Boy, Matt King, the bad boy of the story, is a handsome tattooed biker. He is passionate, loyal and devoted. Matt has a less than flawless background, which you can find out about if you read the story, but he also has some hot and interesting erotic preferences and a fierce passion for his sub, Megan, that has never died.
Let me know what you think and tell me what it is that you love about bad boys.
Molly xxx

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A high school reunion. A Dom. A sub. Old secrets.

Megan Agnelli returns to her hometown of Cherub, Minnesota, hoping to prove to herself that her feelings for her first love, Matt King, are firmly in the past. Once her lover and her Dom, Matt has haunted her thoughts and her dreams for the last four years. She knows that she might bump into the handsome, tattooed biker at the high school reunion. But she still decides to go.

Matt went down for a crime he didn’t commit. Megan abandoned him when he needed her most. Hurt and confused, he tried to soldier on. For his motorcycle club. For Megan. Because he believed that she should be able to choose a life without him…if that was what she really wanted.

One night brings everything rushing back. The pain of loss. The overwhelming desire. The intense passion between a Dom and his sub. But can they heal the hurts of the past and move forward to create a future, or will it just be one hot reunion?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, public exhibition, multiple partners

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EXCERPT #1 (There’s a naughtier excerpt being posted later on tonight…;)

The doors swung wide open and she held her breath. She tried to look away but her gaze was dragged back to the entrance. Like an addict, she craved her fix and this one had been a long time coming. Cold turkey didn’t suit everyone but for her, it had been the only way to break free.
The scent of leather, oil and raw masculinity filled the gymnasium, a precursor to the arrival of some of the members of the Night Warriors Motorcycle Club. Megan was overwhelmed by an urge to flee. To escape the confines of the gymnasium and to race back to her safe new life. The walls seemed to close in on her as she watched the recent arrivals. The room was suddenly crammed with her old fears, and the ghosts of her adolescent years danced around her, taunting her with her teenage insecurities. She was young, small and helpless.
A victim. Run, damn you. Run.
But she was made of stone and, try as she might, she could not move a muscle.
The Night Warriors strode into the gym as confidently as they had done a lifetime ago. Danger and desire in leathers. They moved with a heavy elegance, large powerful men sure of themselves and their buddies. Their jackets creaked as they walked and their heavy boots pounded relentlessly upon the aging wooden boards. Like a drumroll at an execution, Megan heard them beat out her fate.
She bit her lip. She waited. And waited. Consumed with impatience that drowned out her fears. Where is he?
But there was no sign.
Where was Matt? Wasn’t he coming? What if she had come all this way for nothing?
So you’re admitting it now, huh? You came back for him.
She gave an involuntary little nod. It was true. It would be such a waste of time, of hope, of excitement…if Matt did not turn up. Her heart sank to her stiletto heels and she downed the full cup of punch, wincing as its sweetness filled her mouth and clung to her throat. Then she stared into the empty cup, convinced that her heart was just as void and hollow.
So what now? Just as well, head back to the hotel. All alone, and frustrated as hell.
She was consumed in a black cloud of disappointment and suddenly all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry. To pour her grief out onto her starched hotel pillow until her throat ached and her eyes were swollen.
A few whoops and hollers made her look up.
There he was…striding into the gym, about to be surrounded by old school mates. Or those who would claim to have been his friends. They gathered around him, drawn to his rugged alpha masculinity and self-confidence, as if they believed it would rub off on them.
Clad in black from head to toe. Matt. Black leather jacket, black t-shirt stretched over his bulging chest, black Levi jeans and bulky black boots. He was older but still gorgeous.
So gorgeous.
Her heart picked up its pace and her body flooded with heat. Goosebumps rose on her arms and she shivered with remembered delight. Although the gymnasium stretched out between them, she could feel the boom of his laughter as it shook his broad shoulders and tightened the sinews of his throat. She was transported back to all the times when she had rested her head upon him just to feel the sheer joy of sharing his mirth. She trembled as her love for him threatened to rock her world into chaos once more.
Matt’s hair, combed back from his forehead, exposed his flawless brow. It reached his collar and curled softly around the base of his earlobes. It was shorter than it had been the last time she had seen him, but it suited him. Megan used to love to run her fingers through his ebony curls, to wrap them around her fingers like promise rings. As she watched him, his face lit up with a grin. It was the face of a man now, from his wide throat with its prominent Adam’s apple, to his chiseled jaw and thick, black eyebrows. And his eyes were as dark and dangerous as she remembered, windows to his intense and passionate soul.
He moved his gaze over the crowd and panic broke the spell that had held Megan frozen. She turned away quickly and placed her cup on the table. Her whole body trembled and a hot flush spread from her ruby red toenails to the roots of her auburn hair. How could he have such an effect on her after all this time? She felt like a teenager again. Confused. Aroused. Exhilarated. Terrified.
She had to get out. Make a quick escape. She couldn’t go on pretending she could see him and not be affected by him anymore.
She had been consumed by her love for Matt King once.
She couldn’t let it happen all over again.

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And here’s where the magic happens…

Happy Saturday everyone!!!

Thought I’d share my writing place with you today, the place where the ‘magic’ happens. Not the Harry Potter kind of magic but the writing magic! My writing place is where I’m sitting right now, tapping away on my laptop, trying to complete my current WIP!

We don’t have the room for a study or even a desk, so I write in this chair in my lounge. It’s comfortable and means that I get to sit with my family and the dogs while I write. If they’re being noisy or the TV is on, I just plug in my headphones and listen to some good writing tunes. Occasionally, I write in bed or at the kitchen table but I’m usually found in the lounge. Next to the chair is the footstool which currently holds my note pads. I always have at least three or four full of story ideas, character notes and other reminders.

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Where do you read or write? Do you find it difficult to get the time and the peace to do either?

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(And this is for inspirational purposes, of course!)

Hugs!
Molly xxx

The Girl On The Bus – Raven McAllan

The Girl On The Bus by Raven McAllan

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Blurb
Julia ran out on Tay five years ago, so she can’t be the woman he sees on the bus. However, when she ends up being the one taking notes at his meeting, he knows he will move heaven and earth to make her his once more.
Will she agree, or will she run again?

Be Warned: BDSM, public exhibition, spanking

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Excerpt – 18+
Once inside the room, which as far as Julia could see, was empty except for a bed, Mister T gripped her by the chin. “What is the first thing you thought when you came inside?”
Julia answered him without thinking about it. “Is that all?”
His shout of laughter rumbled through her, and his hand on her hair sent zaps of hot hard arousal to her clit and pussy.
“Well we can’t have that, can we? A disappointed sub. Now I wonder what we should do?”
Going on instinct, Julia knelt awkwardly in front of him—she’d done her research on line—put her hands behind her and bent her head.
“Please, sir.” To her annoyance her voice shook and she cleared her throat. “I want to learn.”
“What, pet? What do you want to learn?”
Julia swallowed. “Whatever you wish to show me, sir.” Then she remembered one of the books she’d read. “Within my safe words.”
He’d laughed. “Clever, pet. What are they and what do they mean?”
“Red, stop now. We may discuss why I’m calling red but until we do its non-negotiable. Yellow, I’m not sure about what’s happening, and maybe we need to discuss it further. And green, oh yes, I’m very happy let’s carry on.”
He crouched in front of her and kissed her nose. “That seems to cover it. Well sub, I’m considered to be best at wax play. Are you willing to let me show you the beauty therein?”
Those words spoken in his velvet voice made her ream coat her pussy and thighs and the hairs on her arms stand up.
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.” The salutation seemed so easy to say, and so normal to her, that it rolled of her tongue automatically.
What followed became the most special and mind blowing time of her life. It was all well and good saying no sex, but it had been sexual in its own way.
Tay showed her with both diagrams and pictures what would happen. Then asked her to sign yet more disclaimers, before telling her to shower to remove all lotions and perfumes.
When she’d exited the shower, a tall smiling woman waited for her. Julia blushed. She might not be ashamed of her hourglass figure, but she wasn’t used to flaunting it.
“Master T said would you put this on, please? He reckoned you’d not be happy dressed just in a thong as he’d prefer.” She’d passed a bikini to Julia who looked at it doubtfully. It was so tiny, Julia reckoned she’d be lucky to get her nipple covered by the top, it looked to be an AA cup and she was a DD. The bottom wasn’t much better, but at least it covered her bush.
The other woman, “Call me Callie,” giggled as Julia blushed. The way Callie’s face crinkled up, made her look much more approachable and ten years younger. Julia realized she was around the same age as herself.
“Master T?” Julia asked as she struggled to dress in the bikini without dropping the towel. “Does he ever go mask-less?”
Callie shook her head. “Nope, but he’s so good no one worries. Look, honey, it’s obviously you’re like a newborn babe here. Believe me, no one will bother about your body, except to see the marks of your Sir or Master on it. For hygiene’s sake, if you carry on you’ll shave or wax your pussy, it’s preferred, and you’ll get used to being mainly unclothed. It’s no biggie. Right, you’re playing in private, but I’m dungeon master for you. Master T thought you’d be happier with a woman around.”
The following hour had been eye opening, enlightening, and mind blowing.
“I’m tying you down, pet, for your own safety,” Tay told her. “Color?”
“Green, Sir.” Okay she didn’t know how she felt about not having the chance to move, but then she trusted him to know best. Behind him, Callie leaned against the wall ever watchful. So she did have a get out of jail card.
Once the first drop of wax hit her chest, the intense sting was followed by a flush of arousal so strong Julia almost came there and then. At the stern, “do not come until I say so”, she bit her lip, regulating her breathing instead. She flew. Nothing existed except each soft drop of wax, his quiet praise, and the way she was detached and watching herself flush and blossom.
He tapped her mound gently and spoke in his sex on legs voice. “Fly, pet. Come for me now, Silver, show me how you let go.”

Raven 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.)

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