It gives me great pleasure to welcome the formidable Raven back on my blog today. I love this story and I'm sure you will too. I mean, shifters and regency Ménage? What's not to like, folks?
Raven is giving away a copy of To Catch A Fox, so leave her a comment.
Take it away, Raven
"You can write it"
Me (whining) "No, I can't"
Doris, (very firmly) "Oh yes you can, now just do it."
I did it
It's no wonder my name for her is Doris the Dom, she can't half be bossy when she wants to be. But I am more thank grateful that she pushes me out of my comfort zone, and makes me think. And write. ( I'll even forgive her the red type all over the M/S as she makes me extend myself and write deeper, and therefore better. (And I can always get my own back.) A writing buddy is the best thing ever.
When Breathless Press said October was shifter month, and they were looking for submissions, my first thought was "Oh I can't write shifters," and my second, "and I mainly write regency."
Doris shot the first down in flames and my publisher the second. Paranormal regency would be perfect, I was told.
So after a lot of procrastination, I decided to have a go, and To Catch A Fox was written. Once I started I couldn't stop, and the story unfolded. Not as I thought it would, but that's normal for me. I have a start and a finish, but very rarely to I get from one to the other as I thought I would in the beginning. This was no exception. As their story unfolded I was hooked. I hope you are as well. I can't help but worry, that I love my characters and their story and you the readers are going yawn!
Here's the blurb
(The book is heat rating three)
Eleanor may be a lady, but even she knows that there's more than one way to catch a fox...
When Eleanor was told the foxes had returned to Wilderwood, she wondered and hoped it wasn't just any old foxes. She'd spoken to no one of her week of passion with Alexander and Stanford Foxxe. The Foxxe brothers had warned her about their other lives, but Eleanor had been skeptical until that magical night where they had showed her their true selves. They shifted from human to animal; howled at the moon, and mated with her. Now six years later, the foxes were back. Had they come for her? If they had, would her changed circumstances alter all their plans? How would they cope with what she had become?
And an excerpt…
Eleanor closed her eyes, rubbed them, blinked, and took a cautious look. If she wasn't peeking at an illusion and that was her erstwhile lovers in front of her, how were they giving an answer to all her thoughts? What was worse, what were they doing, fucking without her?
"Not everything," she said. Perhaps if it is just in my mind, then I can answer myself in an honest fashion. "You seem to have started without me." She glanced with pointed deliberation at each cock in turn.
"'Tis easy remedied."
The illusion on her left—she knew it to be Alexander—moved toward her. His prick was released from its caress to stand proud and hard, and begged for attention. Its head was engorged and shiny. The length demanded to be touched. Eleanor licked her lips and moved towards it, before she was pushed with gentle determination backwards until she once again was stretched out on the bed. Her chemise was ripped from hem to neck in one sharp movement, the sides drawn apart to reveal her perspiration-covered body. "Our hands are for you alone; our cocks and mouths also," he continued. "Your pleasure is of the foremost concern, ours but to follow once you are sated."
His words soothed her like a warm embrace. Her essence coated her curls afresh, although the phrase 'first concern', gave her pause to smile and raise one eyebrow.
Her heart thumped. She fancied it echoed the noise of the timepiece on the mantle. She gasped as he spread her legs wide. His calloused hands were gentle on her soft skin. "Later you may touch, now 'tis our turn to do the work. Take hold of the rail."
Is she in for a surprise? In fact, I think they all were.
To Catch A Fox, is available from
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