Friday, 7 December 2012

The Perfect Gift by Raven McAllan #releaseday

Raven and I are sharing another release day, so I'm over at hers with For The Love Of Mutt and she's here sharing The Perfect Gift. Enjoy!


Hi there, it's Raven hijacking Doris and her blog again.  We're both rocking around the Christmas Tree…okay I know it's not a pretty sight, but we're excited. We both have a book out today.
You can go to to see Doris's offering. But hey don't run off just yet. I'm chatting here for a few seconds longer about my release, The Perfect Gift.
Now in Regency times you didn't have a Christmas tree, or Santa, so there were no letters up the chimney, or leaving a dram out for him, and a carrot for the reindeer. But you could exchange gifts if you wanted. In fact Boxing Day, the 26th December, was when servants were given the day off and a box of goodies for their families.
But back to your perfect gift, what would it be? To give or receive? As you sit in front of a log fire, listening to carols playing and sipping mulled wine and eating mince pies; or sit on a beach with sun block covering you, and a barbie cooking. (No not the doll) have a wee think. What would it be?
In Judith's case they are one and the same. She want's to give herself to Stephen, and for him to accept her gift.
The question is—will he? You'll need to read the book to find out, but here's a teaser…

Stephen gave into temptation. He stretched out and caressed the perfect globes of the milk-white arse presented to him. His fingers ached to sample the delights he could imagine between the delicate curls that covered her quim. He nobly resisted the urge to venture further, but fondled her arse, and circled the perfect rosette of her anus.  Even that small degree of intimacy made his cock rise up and demand attention. Thank the lord for the decrees of the ton that stiff breeches were not de-rigeuer in all situations. He was pleased to be wearing pantaloons, even if they were frowned upon as fast by some of the upper echelon of the ton.
A noise not unlike a kettle about to boil was coming from under the skirts. It seemed the lady was not amused.
With an inward smile of satisfaction, Stephen used his fingers to tease for a few seconds longer, squashing his innermost desires to take things a lot further. Judith, for he was sure it was she, was upside down, her skirts hung over her upper body, and shielded him from her view.
 With regret he turned her upright, letting her skirts fall and cover her perfect body.
She was red in the face as she glared at him.
Stephen suppressed a chuckle. "Ire because I took a small liberty my dear or because I stopped before I began to explore?" He raised one fine shaped eyebrow, and held the lantern closer to her.
 The light swayed, and he saw stars, as pain radiated from his stomach, to his cock and thence upwards. He could have sworn his teeth rattled with the intensity of the blow he received.
The minx has hit me.
His breath whooshed out of him, and through the ringing in his ears he heard her furious voice.
 "You bastard, you cad, you, you, villain." Her voice was deep and full of scorn. "Is that the lone way you can justify touching me? When my head is covered and I cannot either take part or deny you?"
Put like that it did seem rather more underhand than he intended. Stephen did his best to gather air into his labored lungs and not wheeze like an old man. It was several seconds before he decided he was in control of his breathing once more. His chest heaved as he struggled to formulate his sentence.
"I apologize, my lady," he said stiffness uppermost in his voice. "If I offended or upset you." He was not going to apologize for his actions, and he saw the gleam in her eyes when she realized it.
"And do you apologize for anything more?" she asked, her hands clenched by her sides.
Stephen eyed those tiny weapons. He knew the signs of ire in a woman. "If I did so, it would be a lie," he replied. "I must be frank, I enjoyed every tiny touch, and my body aches for more."
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Remember mince pies aren't just for Christmas; their influence goes you’re your lips and stays on your hips!
Love R x


  1. Thanks For inviting me over today Doris. I have the coffee and chocolate

  2. The lady has done it again. :)
    Happy release day to you and Doris! Enjoy the coffee and chocolate.

  3. Thanks Kiru x
    *passes over some chocolate*

  4. This book sounds really good!!

  5. Happy release day to you both!!