So here I am pen in hand, (well wine actually but pen sounds much more erudite) thinking I bet people will see my name and go oh no, not that Raven again.
Sorry, but it's my birthday.
Yep Raven the author is two years old. Who'd've thunk it eh? Still here still writing and oh yes, still enjoying it.
This time two years ago I was a nervous shivering excited wreck. I was almost a published author.
Here I am two years on and in the same state—or very nearly.
If you'd've told me then, that now I’d still be writing, still being published and have over fifty stories out there with my name on them, I'd probably asked you where you got the magic mushrooms from.
However here I am, and yes I have and oh how fabulous it is.
Around three years ago, I was away from work, bored, sore and wondering what on earth I could do other than read. Don't get me wrong, I love reading, but I was rapidly running out of books.
Then someone suggested I went onto Facebook, and lo and behold (sorry dramatic or what?)I discovered a writing competition, at which I hasten to add I was rubbish. But through it I met a lot of other wannabe authors and then, became part of my crit group UCW.
The rest as they say, is history.
When I started I had no idea how I wrote, or even if I could. Let alone what. I've been oh so fortunate that my publishers have let me try my voice out in more than one way.
Even though I started off writing Regency, which I love, I had to try writing contemporary romance as well. And paranormal, m/m, menage, YA—well you get the idea? I needed to know what I'm capable off. I still do for that fact.
There's nothing like the thrill of having a character shout in my ear and say write me, get on with it. So I do.
I've learned the hard way (I'm a member of the lone star club) that not everyone will like what I write or the way I do it. But thankfully that others will and do. Whichever, any comment means someone has read one of my books. The one I cherish most, is a third hand heard (but confirmed by the speaker only last week almost eighteen months on) that, "have you heard? Raven writes, and her books are disgusting." To which my answer was "Books plural? Then she's read them all?"
To celebrate my birthday, I'm dotting all over the place for a couple of weeks. For each blog I'm on (and sorry no list you'll just have to keep your eyes open) I'm offering a mini swag bag plus an Ebook, for one person who answers my question. As well I'll pick one commenter at random form all the comments overall and send one of my print books (winners choice)
So what shall I ask? I'm going to be cruel and ask two questions. How did I get my pen name? What three essential qualities do you think a Dom has to have?
Stalking links can be found here…
Oh woo hoo, here comes Doris with my grandson. We've done a blog swap today, so she's on mine here ( www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com ) but I get Budda. And guess whose going to share my cake? Yep and it's chocolate. Well I've got a few but this is chocolate. With chocolate buttons on it. And cream, and smarties. And snigger oops Doris is glaring. I don't know why, and she thinks threatening me with one of her Doms is a deterrent. Silly woman. You'd think she knew me be…oh ah er well She's just whispered who. Gonna behave now. Ink gives me shivers in a nice way, but I love Cherie so, I'll stay away. However, there is no negotiation over birthday cake.
This is a good week in more ways than one. The Evernight birthday bash is still going on, And I have a book out on 11th.
Yes, sorry brag time again. Budda is going to help me celebrate. He's told me so. It involves jelly and ice cream. And yes okay chocolate. Budda and I have a deal a cuddle for a square of chocolate! Doris just groans when I say grandma's privilege. I do believe she's stocked up on baby wipes. Just as well, there's a sort of sticky streak on her blog cover…oops.
Hold on a sec whilst I give Budda the crayons and coloring book so he doesn't decorate the wall. Then once he's occupied I can hit you with a sort of hottsh excerpt…
Yep… all clear.
Julia ran out on Rob five years ago, so she cannot be the face 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?
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."
The Girl on the Bus, calling at an ebookstop near you from 11th October
Now I'd better hunt out some wet wipes, and a scrubbing brush. I really should have listened when Budda asked for another coloring book…