#MWTease from His Boss, Her Dom #newrelease @RavenMcAllan #bdsm @evernightpub #giveaway

Happy middle of the week to you, peeps. Thanks to our awesome host Sandra Bunino it's time to tease you, and I am giving my blog over to the lovely Raven McAllan again. She's had one productive January so far, and is here to tease us from her brand new release, His Boss, Her Dom.

To add to to the fun, she is giving away two e-books from her back list.

Enjoy the tease:

. "Here." Eva handed him a small bottle. "Antihistamine. It'll stop you itching. At this time of year the midges are horrendous. Lovely long evenings that I admire from behind glass, and watch clouds of the buggers trying to get in. Remember, repellent is your best friend on this route." She picked up the kettle and turned on the tap.

Jamie laughed. "Yes, Ma'am."

Eva spun round from the sink, unheeding of the water that spilled over her hands and dripped onto the floor. "Why did you call me Ma’am?"

Now he was confused. "Well, you sounded bossy. Sorry, I thought you'd get the joke. You know Ma’am, in charge sort of thing. I'm sorry if it upset you." Shit, I hope she's not one of those touchy feminist types.

"Not at all. I just wondered why Ma’am." She turned back to the sink, switched the tap off and then the kettle on before mopping the floor. Only then did she swivel around to face him again. "And yes, Sergeant, you can call me Ma’am, if you want to. Otherwise, here, Eva will be fine."

He knew fine well his jaw dropped. She'd made him? How the fuck?

Eva smiled at him. "Sorry Sergeant." She waved the letter he'd brought, and she'd signed for. "It doesn't matter how often I tell them that post to this neck of the woods takes longer than in the city, do they ever listen?" she asked—rhetorically he assumed. "Oh no," she went on. "They post this at some stupid hour of the night and expect me to get it the day after. Not only that some penny pinching asshat put a second class stamp on it. So, Sergeant James Swinton, from a different area of the force, How about telling me what you've found out."

He shut his mouth, and swallowed heavily. "Ah. Oh bollocks, am I deep in the shit?"

"Ah, indeed." Eva reached into a drawer and took out small leather wallet. "And no, not at all, unless you think you should be for not recognizing me." She went bright red. "Although I've only had brief contact with you. I...er...taught a session when you were on a training course last year." She handed him the wallet, and he saw what was inside.

A warrant card with her photo on and stating she was a Chief Inspector in the Scottish Police force. Okay, he'd buy that, even though it was the biggest cock deflator since Sadie Stewart laughed at his attempt to find her clit. Mind you he was only a teenager at the time, and his aim and attention to the female body had improved considerably since then.

"Ma’am." He snapped to attention and she laughed.

"I'm allegedly on holiday, and you're allegedly a postie, so we can cut the formalities I reckon. Time enough to get out the tags and labels when we have to. You're a long way from home, why did they choose you?"

Why did he think she was deliberately changing the subject? Oh she'd taught him, he didn't disbelieve that, but there was something else, he'd stake his pension on it. Now he thought about it, he couldn't believe he'd missed the connection. However this luscious woman with, he reckoned, braless breasts covered in a soft lawn gypsy style blouse, teamed with a long almost see through maxi skirt was nothing like the stern-faced woman in uniform that had addressed his class. Only the eyes were the same. A deep glittering blue-green that reminded him of the Caribbean Sea. As he stared into her eyes, a dim memory teased him. Where else had he seen eyes that beautiful color?

"Yes, I remember." He omitted the Ma’am this time and her eyes danced. "Well so far I've found zilch."

"Hmm, hold on let me make what, tea? Coffee? Then we can chat."

Jamie looked at his watch. "I've got about half an hour before I need to empty the post boxes in the afternoon uplift. I might be a policeman undercover, but it was made clear to me if I didn't do the job I'm in now, I'd be out on my ear. I even had to do the training before they let me loose on my own. Well, if you can call it that. Two days with Jimmy, who thinks I'm an eejit working somewhere where I don't know the Blacks live next door to the Greens and the Browns live across the crescent." He rolled his eyes. "All those people with colors for their names. So Scottish, but I bet people down south would think I was making it up."

"Very likely, but where's the Greys?"


"Next street."


Eva sniggered because it was true. "So, how did they get Jimmy to take leave?" She sounded genuinely interested. "All my letter says is you're here to see what you can find out without letting them know who you are."

"Evidently the post office ran a who's the best postie thing, and he won two weeks leave and some money to spend on a holiday."

"They did?"


"They didn't but someone put up the money."

Eva looked at her letter again. "I see it. Then when can we talk?"

"Once I've emptied the post boxes, I'm off shift. Could I come back then please Ma’am?" This time he did use her title. "From then, until seven in the morning, I'm off duty from both the police and the post office. So, are you the contact I was told I'd have?"

"It seems so, Sergeant." She also used his rank, and he was sure, on purpose. As if he would forget this woman he lusted after was his superior officer. "Are you plainclothes now? It doesn't say so here."

He shook his head. "No, Ma'am. I was chosen because I do a lot of walking around here, but I'm not a local. In theory that means I can find my way about and no one will know me. Of course it'll be Murphy's law some ex-ned will have moved here and I’ll be wanting his signature on something." He grimaced at the thought of some of the neds—petty criminals he'd crossed swords with in the past— who'd love the excuse to do him over. "But hey ho, I'll cross that bridge if I need to."

She dipped her head in agreement. Jamie watched, narrow- eyed, and quelled his cock, which was showing signs of interest in her unconscious subbie position.

"Then I'll see you as soon as you can get back. Aim to stop for supper." She blushed again. "If that doesn't put you out?"

Now her voice was hesitant, less commanding, more subservient perhaps? "Si...so?" She went the color of the rosy Rome Beauty apples in the bowl on the work surface and looked at her feet

There's that hesitation again. What a mass of contradictions she is. I wonder what was she going to say before she changed her mind? Sir, perhaps? It took all of his determination not to take hold of her hair or her chin and force her to look up at him. Then to push her onto her knees, and demand she assume the position.

Come on, wishful thinking won't make a Boss a sub. Not in the real world anyway and this is all too real, body armor if necessary and all. But, damned if I didn't wish she were a sub—my sub.

Having a relationship with your boss is never easy, especially when it involves kink. Jamie might need to salute Rosie and call her Ma'am at work, but when it's just the two of them, he is Master to his puss.

They are determined to make their unusual situation work, but, first they have to solve the case of the shady next door neighbors.

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About Raven 

Well what can I say?

I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.

Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.

Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.

I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.

Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

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#MWTease from Kristin #newrelease @RavenMcAllan #bdsm #femdom @sirenbookstrand

Happy middle of the week, folks. It's time to tease you again thanks to our awesome host, Sandra Bunino. If you're an author, then why not join us next week. We always have great fun.

Today, I'm handing my tease over to the wonderful Raven McAllan, who had a fabulous book released yesterday. Don't just take my word on it, though. Check out this exclusive tease!

He put his mug to his lips and drank. The ripples of the skin over his throat as he swallowed mesmerized Kristin. He caught her stare and winked. “Like what you see?”

He thinks he can sub? Kristin’s doubts and she accepted her disappointment increased. It was no good putting it off any longer. They might as well talk. Let him understand there was as much likelihood of him subbing as her winning Wimbledon, and then Flynn could go back to wherever he came from and she could pick the pieces up once more and do her best to move on—again.

She set her cup down on the table and tugged Flynn’s hair hard enough to sting. He looked up at her with mild surprise in his dark blue eyes. Kristin gave into temptation and pulled him toward her by her hands tight in his curls.

“Come here, on your knees.” He moved with alacrity, and knelt up in front of her. Nevertheless it was easy to see it wasn’t respectful or sub-like. It was more the actions of one person humoring another.

She wasn’t going to stand for that. He might not know what being a proper sub was, and either intentionally or not, mock her needs and ideals, but she wasn’t going to let him get away with it.

Very deliberately Kristin circled one of his nipples with the thumb and forefinger of one hand. The other she kept tight in his hair.

His eyes darkened almost to black, a sure sign he was beginning to get aroused. Or she amended, used to be.

“Okay, Flynn. I think it’s time to come clean don’t you? Why are you here and what do you really want?” Kristin pinched his nipple furthest from his scar so hard her fingers went white.

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The pain went beyond almost anything Flynn experienced. Even the peppering with a BB gun his best friend at school had given him by accident. Sadly—or luckily maybe—not worse than when he was given his new scar, which began to throb. This he knew damn well was no accident. The throb came every time he remembered how he got the half healed injury, and the pain inflicted by Kristin was deliberate. The gleam in Kristin’s eyes told him that. He actually felt the color leech from his now-clammy skin. Black spots danced in front of his eyes and he swallowed in an attempt to focus. If she was trying to put him off his course of action she was going the wrong way about it. Flynn began to recite his twelve times table in his head. Anything to push the insistent pain to the dark recesses of his mind where he could block it out and ignore it. Hell, he’d had plenty of practice in doing that over the last months.

Just as he was about to break, to shout and swear, and beg for mercy, her fingers moved off his nipple, with one last tug of his hair. Flynn sagged, and let his head fall forwards. The pain increased as blood rushed into the hard nub once more. It wasn’t pleasant.

Fuck, shit, hell on wheels and bloody Nora. He swore silently. And they say this is a good pain? Not at all, and boy do I know pain. His scars now both ached in protest, but Flynn was damned if he would show how much it hurt.

“Look at me Flynn.” Her voice was hard.

Flynn lifted his head. He didn’t like the expression on her face. She looked anguished.

“What, Love. Why so sad?”

 “What do you want?” Her tone matched her voice.
“I want you. To be with you, as your sub.”
“Flynn do you even know what you mean?” Kristin stood up and

began to pace the room. Six steps one way and four the other. She came to a stop in front of him where he still knelt next to the settee. It was playing hell with his scarred knees. Not for the first time Flynn was glad his action-man days were over. No more running, dodging the baddies, and hoping your insurance was up to date.

“I think so.” He knew it was now or never. “I want you to be in charge of us. I’ve read and researched, and think I can do it.”

She shook her head and tugged on his hair again. This time the stings and tingles translated into arousal and his cock perked up. “Stand up and follow me.”

As before she didn’t wait to see if he obeyed her. More amused than anything, Flynn got to his feet, and bit back a moan as his dodgy knee protested at the cavalier treatment dished out to him. Of course she heard and swung round. Even in his discomfort he was amused to notice her hair had fallen out of its confines once more and rippled over her back and shoulders like a bright red waterfall.

“What’s wrong?”

He grimaced. “Wonky knees. One without a cartilage, and one just arthritic. The relic of too many trips to unsavory places.” Flynn rolled his eyes as she bit her lip. “How I earned my wages, Love. It’s nothing.”

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

“Don’t call me love,” she said evenly.


“You are my love.”


“You can call me, My Lady.” The tone was very much take it or

leave it. “Now let’s go and discuss what you think you need and what I know I want.”

Flynn followed her once more. Along the corridor and into a small square room, which was bare of all furniture except a floor-to-ceiling cupboard. Without speaking, Kristin opened the door and took something out. The way she stood and angled the door, Flynn couldn’t see what it was.

“Close your eyes, please.”
Flynn began to sweat.
You can do it. It’s Kristin. He gulped and closed his eyes. Those bloody spots appeared again dancing around behind his eyelids. His heartbeat sped up and his breath sounded harsh in the quiet room.

The buzzing in his ears got louder, and this time Flynn knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. He couldn’t even find the strength to open his eyes. The last thing that impinged on his brain was, he thought he muttered something, and put his arm out to stop himself falling, but he had no idea if he succeeded.

Harsh cursing, and a cool cloth over his forehead were the first things that registered.

“Flynn.” Someone tapped his cheek. “Come back now.”

In his befuddled state he thought it was Kristin, but she’d left him...or he’d left her. His brain wouldn’t process his thoughts. She was somewhere else and he was hiding and...

“Flynn.” The tap was more of a smack and the voice definitely peremptory.

“Krissie?”


“Don’t call me that. Ah shit, come on, Flynn, open your eyes.”

“Must I?”
He opened one eye gingerly, and shut it again. Okay it was bright sunlight not a spotlight, but it was still too much for his brain to process.

“You must. Open your eyes or I’ll slap you hard. Do it now.”

Her urgent tone filtered through the fog that surrounded him. Flynn moaned, and rolled onto his side. “G’way. Wanna sleep.”

“No, you don’t.”

His body moved from side to side as hands shook him. “Stop it. I’m a journalist that’s all. Tell me wha...” It was all too much. To his utter disgust Flynn began to cry, and couldn’t stop. His body heaved, and he tried to curl up into a tiny ball.

“Ah, love, no... No you’re with Krissie, wake up and look.” Soft hands cuddled him to a warm body, and he’d swear his head rested on breasts. “Come on now, look it’s Krissie. You’re safe with me.”

It was the nickname that penetrated through his horrible memories. Flynn shook as he forced himself to move out of the abyss and into the present. “My Lady?” Now where the hell did that come from?

Kristin McCrory would never in a million years have thought her ex-husband would show up on Ballingal and profess his need to sub for her. Flynn is the ultimate stubborn Alpha male, and his refusal to even discuss her need to be in charge had already cost them their marriage. That, and his apparent need to seek out the most dangerous place to report on in his work as a television documentary reporter.

However, the Flynn she knew is not the Flynn who stands before her now. This Flynn is a broken man and she can’t just turn him away. As an Empath and mind reader, Kristin can sense his emotional and physical pain. It means Kristin feels even more drawn to the man she loves, and their connection is as strong as ever.

Love is worth fighting for after all, and Flynn finds new strength in his submission.

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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 28^th 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.



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And

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."


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Happy Reading.

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

Love R x

Interview with a Dom @RavenMcAllan #newrelease Secrets Remembered @Totally_Bound #Diomhair #bdsm

Happy Saturday, folks. The awesome Raven McAllan is on my blog and she's interviewing her latest hero from her fantastic series Diomhair. Aiden's story is told in book three, Secrets Remembered, and shhhh, don't tell her, but he might just be my favourite of them all so far. She always gets the nicest jobs, I tell you. Well, I would have been far too tongue tied to interview him myself.

So, without further ado.... here they are.

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I love coming to chat to Doris. Usually, I try to get one of my characters to interview her, but this time she got me. She said no grandson cuddles if I didn't do it myself.

Sigh

Here we go then.

(Yep, I'm mean like that. *sniggers*)

Who would have thought a white van could play such a big part in bringing people together?

Ailsa and Aiden didn't have a clue.

I've persuaded Aiden to talk to me, and explain a little bit about the mystery. Or should I say, Alisa persuaded him. I just got all shivery when he looked at me in 'that way' and resisted the urge to let him take over. He has such a way with him, you know?

R: So, Aidan what did you think when you first saw Ailsa?

A: Why isn't she on her knees.

(The expression wicked evil grin could have been formed just for him. It's in the eyes, and the way his lips curl up so very sexily and…oh my, he's giving me 'that look'.)

R: Ah, right. And then?"

A: How did she get here. Then, before you ask, I was glad she was there, and I plotted how to get her on her knees.

R: Was it easy?

A: Narrows his eyes. No, but nothing in this life that’s worth having is easy. It has to be Ailsa's decision. I wasn't going to affect it in any way. Grin. Well, not except by showing her what we could have.

R: And?

A: Well you know, you wrote our story for us. For anyone else. Shrug. They'll need to read Secrets Remembered to find out.

I got the impression that a clam is easier to prise open than Aidan. But in the interests of this blog, I'm nothing if not persistent.

R: And the white van?

A: Is white. And annoying. Pause We really don’t know what it's all about. (He does that all out Dom look again. I tell you my knees are shaking.)

A: And dear Raven, if you do discover what it's all about before us, or think you do, you will tell us, won't you.

R: Oh yes.

A: Good. Then are you busy? Do you want to come and play?

R: What do you think…Sir.

 *****

Here's the series blurb…

Secret. What's happens there stays there.

It doesn't matter whether you want to learn or teach, be in control or controlled, Diomhair could be the place for you.

The ruined castle deep in the Scottish countryside had been rebuilt into an exclusive, private, BDSM club, where people could learn about and enjoy the lifestyle.

Not everyone approved, and not everyone appreciated it, but for those who did and fit the criteria, it was somewhere to go and be themselves, relax and play.

And if you found love there, your own perfect match, well that could only be a bonus.

For isn't the secret to true love the biggest secret of all?

*****

And the book blurb…

What comes first your happiness or your job?

Ailsa McLagan is sent undercover to investigate possible shady dealings at the private BDSM Club Diomhair. The last thing she expects is to be confronted by one of the Masters there. Not only does he make her want her to sink to her knees, but he seems to see straight through her disguise, too.

Aidan is instantly attracted to the clueless Sub he stumbles upon. Even though he knows she is hiding her true identity he can't help but push her to discover her limits, and introduce her to the delights of subbing to him.

Scared by the intensity if her reaction, Ailsa runs and all seems lost.

When the truth is revealed, can they work towards a true Dom/sub relationship, even though theirs started on a lie?

*****

And of course, a wee tease…

Ailsa couldn't take her eyes off the tiny teardrop shaped orb of molten wax as it fell towards her. It was all well and good being told to regulate your breathing, absorb the pain and breathe through it, but it didn't help at all when you had no idea what it all meant. Why hadn't she fessed up and said she wasn't the sub?

Because that would have dropped her even deeper in the mire and he night have been the one to say red.

The wax hit her chest and she gasped, made a noise between a sob and a scream and stifled the swear words that came to mind. The sting wasn't a sting. It was pain. Red hot radiating pain that filled her, and made her breath come in short sharp pants, and caused her to pull at her restraints.

Her tongue felt like cotton wool, which filled her mouth and made it dry and unusable. It was hard to clamp down on the panic she felt. How could she shout red when her voice wouldn't work? Even the fact Aidan was staring at her intently didn't help. He said he could read her, dammit, so why wasn't he stopping?

It was like something out of a horror film as the next drop of wax, and the next got closer and closer to her body, and hit.

Onto the swell of her breasts, one by one and close to each other. The sting struck, the pain began…Ailsa coughed. "Ahhh, ohh r…" she stopped speaking. The pain was different. Oh it stung but the sting was like someone was trailing their finger over her skin, creating tiny pulses of pleasure.

Aidan straightened the candle up so the wax gathered in the shallow dip by the wick.

"Colour?" His voice wasn't steady and that tiny hint of vulnerability resonated with Ailsa.

"Green, oh my, argh." She was babbling but didn't give a damn. "More please. Take my top off." She knew without a shadow of a doubt she wanted to see what he would achieve without having to try and miss the strip of cloth that covered her breasts. "Really, Sir, green. I want to feel it all. You were right, the pain isn't an ouchie pain, it's an 'I want to feel more' pain. Green."

Would he do as she wanted? How on earth could he, without untying her and spoiling the moment?

Three seconds later, Ailsa realised she shouldn't have worried. After all he was a Dom and probably used to subs changing their minds like they changed their knickers. Aidan nodded, put the candle down in a safety holder on the table, and lifted a wicked looking knife from the table. The blade was a good nine inches long, with a serrated edge and a sharp point and the handle was thick and indented for fingers and thumbs, to enable the user to clasp it safely.

It was one thing to tell yourself that he would be more than competent when he used it, another not to find your heart beating faster when the tip slid almost lazily across your skin and the point lifted the wax that clung there. Aidan flicked the cold pieces away like he was brushing crumbs from a tablecloth. Then he slid the blade of the knife under her top between her breasts and pushed upward. The material parted as if it was held together by a thread, not a tight knit weave, and slid over her sensitive breasts and nipples to allow cool air to caress them like a lover's kiss. Aidan smiled and rested the cold flat of the blade over her heart and moved it carefully over her skin.

"One day, I'll scribe you." He said the words so quietly that Ailsa thought he was talking to himself. "Ready to be decorated, pet?"

No more mention of scribing? Ailsa wasn't sure whether to be pleased or disappointed. Mind you her idea as to what it meant was somewhat hazy. Scratches that didn't last? She made a mental note to research it. Hold on woman, learn to accept and like one thing at once. Walk, don't run. Aidan cleared his throat, and Ailsa realised she hadn't answered him.

 "Oh, yes, Sir." She regulated her breathing, a lot happier now she knew what to expect, and relaxed into the hard mattress as best as she could. How she wished her head was raised a little so she could see better.

Was he a mind reader? Aidan replaced the knife in its cover and bent to reach under the bed. With a whirring noise, the top third tilted a little, just enough for Ailsa to be able to look down her body. Then he stood back, picked up two candles and held one in each hand.

He didn't speak again, but began to rotate and move his hands. It was mesmeric to watch as he twisted and turned them and wax slid and slipped down the length of their candles. Tiny granules formed and twisted and almost shimmered as they spiralled downward towards her skin.

When the first one hit, Ailsa stopped thinking and let her senses fill her instead. The sting, the tug on her heart, the way her inner muscles tightened and her pussy throbbed all morphed into one hazy, arousal filled sensation of pleasure.

With each new arc of wax, somewhere else began to sting and sing.  Aidan knew what he was doing, and created a web of wax to decorate her skin. Nothing formal but a beautiful intricate design that any abstract artist would be proud of. Something as good as an old master by a new one. That thought would have made her snigger except she didn't want to miss one second of what was happening.

Then, suddenly it was over. Aidan put down the candles, untied her and wrapped the blanket Ross had handed him around her, without removing the wax.

Ailsa began to shake, and burst into tears. He cuddled her close and stroked her hair.

"Shhh, let it out, it's normal and natural. There, there." He held her close and whispered nonsensical words until she quieted.

Ailsa sniffed and looked around. "Can I have a tissue please?"

Connie handed her one and she whispered her thanks. Her voice didn't seem to belong to her. None of her did. It was strange and disquieting.

She wondered what happened next. After all she was still coated in wax, half naked, and in a room with virtual strangers. For the first time she saw the sense in having more than one person around. As long as they weren't all axe murderers.

*****

I hope that got you a wee bit hot and bothered…

(I'm now off for grandson cuddles)

Happy reading,

Love R x

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Fright Night Hop - Join in the Halloween fun #giveaway Eclipse of the Blood Moon @evernightpub #vampire

Join us for a little Halloween fun in the Fright Night blog hop! Stop by each blog to check out their favorite paranormal or spooky reads and enter their giveaways!

Hello lovely, peeps and welcome to my corner of the Fright Night Hop. With Halloween just round the corner, I had to join in now, especially as we had a recent blood moon.

You see, a few of the members of my critique group got together and came up with the idea of an anthology set around the Blood Moon, and The Eclipse of the Blood Moon was born.

We had such fun writing these stories! As part of the Hop I'm giving away an e-copy of this anthology. Just leave me a comment and tell me which paranormal creature you would love to spend Halloween with. Please make sure you leave me an e-mail address so that I can contact you should you win.

When the blood moon coincides with Halloween, the forces of darkness unite to wreak their evil spells. Will this All Hallows Eve bring joy or sorrow? Curses abound and destiny calls, as a vampire watches over his human. Devils atone to the moon, and shifters hunt their mate on land protected by a powerful white witch. An angel takes human shape to protect the gypsy girl he loves, and a black widow hunts her prey in human form.

In these five chilling and sexy tales, is love enough to break the cycle? Or is all lost under the orange glow of the menacing sphere in the sky?

Be Warned: multiple partners, anal sex, spanking

Available from Evernight  Amazon  ARe  Bookstrand

Here is a little hot tease from my story Destined Lovers:

"You're not running away screaming."

He raised their linked hands over his heart, and she leant into the palm cupping her face.

"I wouldn't get very far if I tried, now, would I? Not with whatever is out there." She held her breath at the fury contorting his features as his fangs ran out just a little, and her pussy contracted in response. This was insane. She didn't react like this to men, ever, only in her dreams. Come morning she could never remember the pleasure inducing shadowy figure; only the nightmares remained—nightmares that now invaded her waking hours and had her facing a real life vampire.

"Besides, if you wanted to eat me, I dare say you would have done so by now."

The hold on her hand grew painful, and the deep growl pitched her arousal higher still. Damn that was sexy.

"You have no idea how much I do want to eat you."

The growled words should have sent her screaming, but they seemed to have the opposite effect on her wayward body. She gave in to instinct and standing on tiptoes ran her free hand through his slightly too long hair and tugged his head down. He went as still as a statue when she touched her lips to his and whispered, "Then eat me."

He let go of her fingers and cupped her face with both of his large hands. The intensity of his gaze held her spellbound, until she forgot all about where they were, what he was, and what was waiting for them outside the shuttered house. All that mattered was the insistent throbbing between her legs, the blood rushing in her ears, and the need to be claimed by this man. It's as though she'd waited all her life for this moment in time, the connection she felt to him so strong it took her breath away. The room swayed, and she would have fallen had he not chosen that moment to pick her up and set her on the kitchen table, sending the parcel and her cup of chocolate flying. Splatters of the dark liquid shot up the kitchen wall, but neither took any notice.

Drake ran his index finger over the rapidly beating pulse point in her neck, and his fangs ran out further. Her insides clenched in excitement, as he ran that digit lower, over her collarbone, until it skimmed the top of her breasts visible in the V of her pajama top. Her breasts grew heavy, and her nipples turned into little hard bullets straining against the fabric. She instinctively rocked her hips to grinds her aching pussy into the hard table top, but his hand on her thigh stopped her.

"Don't. When you splinter it will be under my hands and tongue, so I can eat your cum, and then bury my cock so deep inside you, you'll never want me to leave."

His voice held an edge of steel, and he pulled her legs apart and placed his hand on her moist core. His smile turned wicked at her instant moan, as a fresh wave of her juices turned the crotch of her flannel nightwear as damp as her panties. He inhaled sharply and stroked her through the fabric with slow, measured movements that had her squirming anew. His other hand expertly unbuttoned her top until her breasts fell free, and she gasped when he blew across the tight nipples.

"Drake, please." She didn't know what she was begging for exactly, too caught up in her body's reaction to the sensations overtaking her. Drake claimed her mouth in answer, his tongue exploring her mouth with a breathtaking tenderness that brought tears of joy to her eyes. The slight sting from his fangs added another dimension to the experience. His hand massaged one breast and then the other, before he broke the kiss, whilst his other hand kept up the maddening strokes to her pussy. She ground her clit into his hand, desperate for him to increase the pressure and to free her of the clothes she was wearing. She moaned her frustration when he released her instead. Drake used both hands to push her breasts together. She clung to his shoulders and locked her ankles behind his butt. He smiled against her skin and scraped his fangs along the sensitive skin of her neck and down towards the valley between her breasts. His tongue delved between, and his thumbs brought the already hard nubs of her nipples into aching peaks of sensation. By the time he sucked one of the sensitive bullet points into his mouth, she was once again shamelessly thrusting her hips into his groin, the resulting friction against her clit having her pant her arousal.

"Please, Drake, I need to … oh God … yes, yes."

She fell apart when he bit down, and his fangs sank into her breast. The most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced coursed through her veins, every strong suck against her nipple, shooting straight to her empty pussy. Drake's deep growl as he thrust his still covered cock against her vibrated through her, and she shuddered against him. He released her nipple with a pop and wiped the trickle of blood off his chin with another growl at whatever he saw her in her expression.

She shrieked in surprise when he whipped her pajama bottoms and panties off with lightning speed so that her bare pussy hit the cool surface of the table. He licked the trickle of blood trailing down her quivering lower tummy, and her eyes fell shut at the first contact of his tongue on her tender nether lips. 

"You're so wet for me, and you taste fucking spectacular, Suz. Come for me again."

*****

Hope you enjoyed this look at our tale. Now hop onto the other fantastic blogs in this hop.

Stay naughty, folks.

D xx

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