Saturday, 29 November 2014

Double Celebrations with @RavenMcAllan #regency #newreleases @breathlesspress

Happy Saturday, folks. It's a Raven Saturday again, as she tells us about not one, but two of her new releases!


The lovely Doris might be getting fed up of me, but she still smiled and let me pop in, cuddle my grandson, feed him jelly babies and chocolate, and leave him all sticky. And promised to put this on her blog.
I did bring her chocolate as well…
After all it's a double celebration day. I was just about to write this blog post, all about Dominated by the Earl, when I got an email.
By the way, Miss Simpkins School for Seduction books 1-5 are coming out as a boxed set on 28th as well As Dominated by the Earl.
Wow that's definitely a Regency Friday for me.
I love writing about Regency times. Although maybe not quite conventionally. Dominated by the Earl and the Miss S books do as it seems most of my books do, have feisty heroines who make sure their men are not only worthy partners but stand up to the ladies. Shy simpering misses they aren't. In fact I don’t think I'd have the first idea what a shy simpering miss would do.
The men know fine well what's going on, but hey, they like a woman who is independent and capable.
The fun and games as they both achieve what they want was fantastic to write. I tell you I laugh and cry, and mutter and groan as I write. As I'm a pantster, I'm never sure what they're going to throw at me next.
However, I listen and write and these are the results.

Miss Simpkins' School for Seduction, where seduction is the game and success is the aim.

Who better to advise the young ladies of the ton than the ex-mistress of an earl? Not to mention, Molly has the backing of said earl and his wife. After all, those potential husbands need to be shown that their prim and proper wives can be more fun in the bedroom than any mistress could ever hope to be.

Molly's methods may be unorthodox, and would send the dowagers into fits of apoplexy if they knew what went on behind closed doors. That doesn't stop her from throwing the doors of her new school wide for the students who need her.

Meet Flora, Lydia, Miranda, Jane, and Charles as they introduce their partners to the sexual delights to be found in relationships that flout convention.

And yes, one book is called 'Molly'. Guess what happens to her?

Yes I'm teasing you, because there's no except. How could I give you one and ignore the other books? Someone would be sure to sulk, and I want them to be nice to me, so I can write some more.


Dominated by the Earl

Leonora knew she'd wait for Justin to come home.

She hadn't expected it to be so long or so fraught.

When Justin joined his regiment, and was sent to the continent, Leonora promised to wait for him to return.

She didn't think it would take so long, or she'd have so many difficulties to face. Her life changes as she struggles to cope without Justin and keep his estate running.

With someone out to destroy all she holds dear, Leonora has to fight for her beliefs and her family, and hope they get the happy ever after they deserve.

(shh, don't tell Molly er al, but here's a tease from Nora and Justin's story)

"Upstairs." He put his hand to the small of her back and edged her upward. "First door on the left."

As she got to the top of the stairs her steps faltered. "Justin, what if..." Her voice petered out.

"It's too late for that, Nora." He pulled off his riding cape and dropped it over the balustrade. "No what ifs are allowed. The servants are away. Your father thinks we have gone on a farewell picnic, and mine is uncaring and in town." He chose not to mention her brother. "You've pushed me thus far, and therefore there's no backing out. When I rest on a pallet in some godforsaken billet with the reek of gunpowder and death round me, I'll think of you under me. Of my cock buried to the hilt inside your channel, and the sweet love mewls I feel sure you'll make. You will not renege." He pushed her inside the room. It took very little effort. She may plead uncertainty, but her actions belied that state of mind.

"Wait now." He undid the buttons on her cloak as he spoke. "I need to see if your bath has been made ready before the servants left."

"I have no intention of doing any such thing," Nora said. Indignation rang through her voice. "Reneging or waiting. Hell, I've waited so long, I may well be atrophied. I'll bathe after." She threw the cloak he had given her onto a chair where it teetered on the spindly back before slipping down on to the carpet. She didn't give it a second glance. "I want to be yours, Justin. To know what if feels like to have you inside me. To feel you swell and grow and spill over me." Color swept up her neck and over her face in such a way that Justin was enchanted. He was sure her breasts and belly would share that same delicate hue.

"Never let it be said I disappointed a lady." Justin ran his finger over one of her flushed cheeks, it was warm to his touch. "Take your gown off."

She looked at him as if he had two heads. In his present state of uncomfortable arousal, he would not have been surprised. His body was on fire and the only way he knew to dowse the flames was inside her. It was both torture and ecstasy to hold back and show her only a little of his desires.

"Won't you help me?" she asked in a soft voice. "Reach my ties for me?" She lifted her hair and bent her head to expose the elegant line of her neck, and the loosely tied ribbons that encircled it.

As Justin stared at her bowed head, her spine curved, and her arse rose in his direction. His cock threatened to stretch the knit of his pantaloons beyond all reasonable limits of such material. The pose she had adopted—unconsciously he assumed—pulled the flimsy material of her gown taut over the globes of her rear, and emphasized the tantalizing cleft that separated them.

"Lift your skirts, Nora, let me see what is coming to me."

She turned her head. Her expression was one of puzzlement. Good. Let me see how far I can push her in the best ways imaginable.

"My rear?"

He nodded, and her eyes widened. "But of course, my dear. To delve deep inside that secret passage, to feel my cock enclosed and held tight within will be one pinnacle of our time together."


Happy Reading.

I'm sneaking away to drool over these heroes and have another grandson cuddle.

Love R x

1 comment:

  1. Thank you so much for letting me pop by. Er, you might need to check behind the settee cushions for more chocolate...