Hi all, it's Raven again…yes I know shh, I'm getting to be a
fixture around here. I think I'm the lucky one to be honest. Well it has its
good sides and bad ones. Let's be fair, when my characters go off and talk to
Doris and leave me behind with my grandson, that’s both good and bad.
Good, because I get Budda all to myself.
Bad, because I know fine well what Doris can get up to…and
as for Philippe and Caleb? The mind boggles, even If Cecy is there to try and
keep them in check…anyway, Budda and I have a date with a very large bowl of
ice cream and a chocolate milk shake.
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Doris here, as you can see that Raven has taken over again. Mind you, she did leave me with her characters...
*grins to self*
On with this interview!
Raven grabs Budda by the hand and whispers things like
"love from Grandma," and "gooey" and "shall we?"
I have a feeling I should be a bit worried. However there's no time.
"So hello," Philippe bows over my hand. How come
all of Raven's heroes are charmers? Just for once it would be nice to have a
healthy dislike for one.
R Not my heroes sorry, a baddy maybe.
Damn
I thought she couldn't hear me…
R I know how your mind
works…
I knew she'd say that.
"Now, bonjour Philippe. Comment ca va? (I thought I'd do my French bit first, and
hope he replies in English."
"Hello Doris. To meet you at last in person, instead of
watching you put red type over my words is enchanting. Why do you mess with my
words eh?" His look is 100% Gallic, and I tell you he smolders. I'm
squirming, when Cecy punches him on the shoulder. It's not a gentle punch
either. The other guy—can I call regency gentlemen guys I wonder—winces and
not just from embarrassment. He looks at me, and I tell you his eyes aren't smoldering, they are
twinkling. Oh my, what a twinkle.
"It serves him right for being rude," Caleb, well
I guess it's Caleb, says with a grin. "He was a bit miffed when you made
Raven cut out his lovemaking in French. After all you can sound a lot more
romantic and be much more explicit in French."
He bends forward and whispers in my ear. Darn it I'm sure
I'm the color of the tomato I had for lunch. "Shall I translate?" he
says with a wink.
"Er no thank you." Even I know what he said, and
it's as well I know he's teasing.
Cecilia looks across to him, and I swear he blushes. If she
could bottle that look, and give it to me to sell I'd be rich by Friday. It's a
lethal 'behave or else' look. Even I'm wondering what I should have done and I
haven't. Ah maybe ask some questions?
"So, er well it's good to have the three of you on my
blog today. I know we're all celebrating the release of your story, Cecilia's
claim. I love the story. Was there any
part of it you would've preferred Raven to miss out?"
All three of them shake their heads at the same time. Well
that was unequivocal. "Why not?" I'm genuinely interested. After all
some parts are very hot, and I reckon very intense and private.
"It is our life." Cecelia replies. "All of it
is what makes us who we re. Good bad or indifferent. If we are to tell our story,
that is what we do."
Okay that makes sense.
"So what's the best bit for you in the book?" They
burst out laughing. Now it's my turn to go red.
"When we take Cecy in the…" Philippe pauses, winks
and laughs. "In the glade."
"At the very end." Caleb says. "And I'm not
giving any spoilers here."
"When I meet them each time." Cecy grins.
"And one look and my insides melt."
Now I'm melting. Them a screech of laughter from Budda in
the next room brings me out of my reverie. Last time Budda and Raven
disappeared whilst I interviewed her characters I spent three hours getting
chocolate off Budda and a leather sofa. I look at my notes. Caleb leans over my
shoulder.
"One to six are no-nos, don't even bother. Seven, only
in the sunshine, eight, he does if he thinks he can get away with it, and nine
never ever. Ten I love them equally."
"What?" Philippe pushes Caleb to one side.
"Oh yes, I agree. Except I never try to do that, it is beyond my capabilities."
Cecy takes the paper from my hand. I'm limp with all the testosterone floating
about.
"Philippe De Caen, do not dissemble. You do, whenever
you can. And I let you. And believe me, Doris, Caleb is not far behind. They are
as bad as each other. In fact I think we compliment each other in every way.
Now let's see what else you ask."
I sit back and let her get on with it.
"Which side of the bed do you like?" She's reading
my notes.
"Left."
"Right" The
men answer in a hurry.
"And I like the middle," Cecy adds. "Now
favorite food?"
"Fruits de mer."
"Steak and kidney pudding"
"Oh apple pudding, or soup. So gentlemen, one last
question. Doris has asked where we prefer to live…" They look at each
other and smile.
This time three voices answer me.
"It doesn't matter, as long as we're together."
Awww. They go out of one door as the other one opens and
Budda runs in. As usual he's filthy. Raven follows him and grins.
"We've saved
you ice cream, I thought you might need it to cool down…"
Never a truer word…
Everyone agreed the Brigstock family
was unconventional. Just how unconventional could be somewhat of a shock...
She may have turned her men down once,
but will she have the resolve to do it again?
Cecy's willpower is never strong when
she's around Caleb or Philippe, and now she needs them to keep her safe. They
intend to stick close to her, so surely a little dalliance is acceptable? The
problem is a little is not enough for any of them, but can they all agree just
on what form the 'more' should take?
Here's a tease…
"Look, love, do you trust
us?"
"Certainly," Cecy said,
surprise in her voice. "Else I would not be here."
"You think not?"
Philippe asked.
"I know not, or not without
putting up a fight, and remember 'twas Randall who taught me to hold my own,
and not in a ladylike way. I could kick your balls so far inside you, they'd
never see the light of day again, let along provide your cock with the juices
of enjoyment. That I chose not to must prove something?"
Caleb pinched her ear. "We
overwhelmed you with our, er prowess?"
"Something like that."
She ran her hands down her skirt. "So, what happens? Am I to stay here?
Not in this glade I hope. I don't admire nature to the extent I wish to commune
with it all day and night."
"Cecy listen." Philippe
took her hands and drew her to him. His swift glance at Caleb made him move
behind her wedging her between them.
"A Cecy sandwich?" she
asked, as she snaked her foot between his legs. He held it tight. She may say
she was acquiescent, but who knew how far her docility went?
"Naughty," Caleb
chastised her and she sniggered. "Actually my lord as I still have no
footwear on I thought to give your cock a love tap." She grinned at him
over her shoulder.
"Thank you, I prefer you do
not. I'll give you a love tap instead." He administered two sharp spanks
to her arse, one on each globe. She jumped and went to rub the spots.
"No, no," Philippe took
hold of both her hands and held them high above her head. "We give the
taps and we give the rubs. You enjoy."
Caleb caught the inference.
"How does it feel, love, to be caught between us, to feel my hand sting
your flesh, and soothe the sting? Does the pain change to pleasure, and fill
you with the need for more?"
"The truth, now,
Cecilia." Philippe added as he bent his head and showered tiny nipping
kisses along her shoulder. "Does it excite you and make your juices flow?
Are you wet? If one of us dipped our hands inside your honey pot would we be
covered in your nectar?"
Cecy wriggled and pressed her
rear into his groin. His prick decided it was time to notice and jerked its
appreciation. Of course she detected the tiny movement and pressed ever harder.
"Unless you want your dress
flipped over your head, your arse spanked the color of your lips and both of us
ministering to you now, I suggest you desist. As much as that scenario appeals
we have no time. We must move."
****
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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.
A lover of reading, she
appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of
those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books
almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's
strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has
been added to her WIP.
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.
You can find out more about Raven
here…
https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan
(my page)
https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan (author
page)
Lol Such a fun interview ladies :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for letting us invade Doris... The wet wipes and fan are in the post. You know which is for who...
ReplyDeleteGreat interview you 2!!
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