Heh, yeah, and Scotland will have a Summer long heat wave!
*grins and hides behind budda*
Take it away, oh lovely grandma of my youngest ;-)
*ducks the flying shoe*
*****
I have to thank (or blame) my
crit group UCW for Impulse. It all stemmed for a set of stories we wrote ages
ago. Doris already has her idea published as Awakening, but I dithered. I knew
my story was too busy, too bity, and to complicated. It needed to change, and
not really be the story I'd written. But the idea of an Island where dreams and
fantasies may come true kept niggling at me.
When Leona, my lovely Ed asked if
I had anything fantasy wise, or paranormal wise for her, the idea, like Topsy, just
grew and grew. No longer the original story, but now set on an Island in the
Indian Ocean. With a lovely ordinary ( her words not mine) older heroine—Mia—who had a sister who decides
Mia needed to get out of her rut and act on impulse.
Once Mia gets to the island the
fun—and not so fun—starts.
I so enjoyed writing this. It was
different because for a start I had a sort of plot. I say sort of because once
I began to write, as usual all my ideas where knocked on the head by my
characters.
Of course Mia was going to do her
own thing, whatever I said, whether I liked it or not, and that I tell you was touch and go for a while. Especially when Dylan
decided to go all macho on her, and she got on her high horse. Well wouldn't
you? She's a woman with a mind of her own and not afraid to use it.
Blurb:
Isola
Dei Sogni, where fantasies and dreams come true. Mia only went as a favor for
her sister. Her fantasy was a good book and a bottle of wine. Until she met
Dylan. Then her sense disappeared and fantasy took over. Was it all worth it?
Dylan
has arrived at Isola Dei Sogni to help out—with reluctance and just as a favor.
Then he meets Mia. If she's the person he's supposed to assist, then maybe the
visit won't be the waste of time he thought after all. His attitude has changed,
and when he hears Mia wants to give him his fantasy? Dylan is never one to
disappoint a lady…he hopes.
However,
fantasies and dreams are all well and good, but even here, reality creeps in.
Can Mia and Dylan overcome that to reach their happily ever after?
You'll
need to read the book to find out, and to help you I'm giving away a copy to
one commenter, who answers… What would your fantasy be?
And
to help you decide if you'd like to win the book, here's an excerpt…
"So? Would you like to join me? Hold on."
She started to panic as he began to unbutton his shirt. "What about
dinner? And what are you going to wear?"
"For dinner? Up to you. For now? Nothing. Oh,
and while I remember. Dinner? On hold 'til you ask for it." His hand went
to the next button, and he lifted his brow in silent query. In the subtle
light, Mia only just noticed, but nodded anyway. His shirt was unfastened, and
he threw it onto the lounger to rest on top of her bikini bottoms. Well, now
she knew how he'd had confirmation of her nudity. Her bikini top was still
fluttering away like a flag at a rally.
"Okay." She did her best to ignore the
rumba in her tummy and the butterflies dancing on her clit. Mia couldn't take
her eyes off him as his hands moved lower.
'Oh god, now his
jeans. I wonder if he's going commando? And then what?'
"That, love, is your call."
For fuck's sake,
zip it. This 'think it and spew it' is so embarrassing. Unable to look away, but feeling
a terrible voyeur, Mia watched as he slowly peeled his jeans down his legs. Her
suspicions, or was it hopes, were right.
Yup. Commando. What
a body. Oh sheesh what a . . . .
Dylan smiled. "Thank you," he said
gravely. "Do you want me to stand here a bit longer or shall I get in the
pool?"
"What? Oh hell, I've done it again, haven't
I?" She could have sworn she hadn't spoken aloud.
"'Fraid so."
"Just get in." She laughed, a rich, deep,
sexy laugh that surprised herself as much as it seemed to him. His eyes
widened, and he chuckled. "But do it slowly," she added.
Dylan let himself slide into the water slowly, as
requested. He winked. Damn, as if he
doesn't look as if he's enjoying himself.
He swam across to stand in front of Mia. He didn't
touch, he just looked, and she thought—hoped—admired.
"You," he said slowly as he touched her cheek,
"Are my fantasy come to life. I
want to touch you, explore you. All over. And over and over again. To feel
those wonderful breasts pressed against my chest. To discover the taste of
them, the feel of them in my mouth. To have your legs wrapped around me, to
feel your body rubbing against mine, to make me even harder than I am now. To
push myself into you, to feel myself filling you, and exploding in you. To hear
you cry as you climax around me. And then to make you feel all those things
again and again, with my hands, my mouth, my body—and oh shit, give me a minute
here."
She rather thought he struggled for composure.
"Thank god for the calming effects of
water."
Mia let out her breath. Noisily. "I'll second
that." 'And for someone who doesn't
work here, you sure know how to turn me on. Thank goodness I didn't say that aloud.'
His lips twitched.
"What?"
"Nothing, just give me a minute. Then we'll
talk."
Nosy links…
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)
I can't wait to see what happens between these two! Fantasies coming to life are exactly what I dream of.
ReplyDeleteThanks Michelle, I was worried at times they'd be arsy just for the sake of it!
ReplyDeleteRaven, *sitting in the garden in a scottish summer long heatwave with Budda eating ice cream and watching men in kilts...*
darn it just woke up...