Highjacked by the blog - a guest post by Raven McAllan

I have my good friend and honorary grandma to lil budda, Raven McAllan on my blog today and I tell you the lengths I have to go to, to get that woman to blog, you would not believe. Seriously, she can write up a storm, but does she blog enough...

She tells me she is turning over a new leaf. We'll see! For now I hand you over to the formidable Raven.

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 There I was minding my own business, procrastinating away‑as you do—playing on various sites —as you do, reading everybody's blogs—as you do and I was hijacked.

Yup hijacked by the blog. Held to ransom.

 Now I checked the date, it must be April 1^st, April fool's day and someone was going to jump out and say fooled ya? Right? No wrong it’s the second.

 So what's  all this about? And a ransom? What?  My collection (well my daughters) of Polly Pockets?  I wonder what happened to them? My Twinkly light heart DH gave me?  No chance.

My… no don't go there Raven, some things are best not bragged about even when…well…

Oh er oops… are you SURE you don't want Polly Pocket?

 Write 500 words on a subject guaranteed to interest readers?

 Er gulp and help.

And it was no use hammering on the blog page, shouting help. All I heard was tip tapping on typewriter keys, evil giggles, and a threat of no cuddles from your grandson until you've written something interesting.

Well, that stumped me. If D the D (you ask her where that comes from I'm not going to tell you, oh no, wouldn't dare!), anyway if she'd just said write 500 words I'd have hit the dictionary of slang. Mind you, it is pretty interesting—the words they used as everyday language that would get you banned from every stately home in Britain if you used them in polite company now are truly amazing. (er no I'm not writing them here, D the D remember? Use your imaginations.)

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see what I mean!

*raises eyebrows at Raven*

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So here I am, no wine, no chocolate, and worse, no grandson! Gah that woman is cruel.

Interesting (well please tell the lovely owner of this blogspot—yeah yeah crawling now, I admit it— they are) facts.

In the west of Scotland a midge can bite, badly, and 40,000 midges can land on an unprotected arm in an hour… there is a certain famous moisturizer that repels them. Oh the forestry workers do smell nice.

(Doris, am I interesting enough yet?)

Sigh

Haggis are thought to have two long and two short legs, enabling them to run up and down the mountains easier, therefore avoiding detection.

waits anxiously

Anne Boleyn was alleged to have an extra digit on one hand…

looks at small glass pane in door 

Ah a half smile, we're getting there.

Um… er … ( makes coffee, finds a biscuit,  checks emails FB, twitter and whether I have enough ice cubes for g and t later…I do.)

I have so much admiration  for people who can blog, write synopsis, pimp and blurb. I cry, eat more chocolate and beg for help. It is so hard to put everything you need, to persuade, intrigue and encourage someone to read your book over all the others.

I have some blurbs to share. As I've been hijacked and still no grandson cuddles, no chocolate, and no coffee… Huh this is bad, surely I'm allowed coffee and chocolate

sigh again 

evidently not until I give you some blurbs, so here goes…

From Taken Identity …

Gray Reynard was looking for his wife. What he found was a woman who took his breath away and kick-started his libido.

Jules was gobsmacked to see the gorgeous hunk on her doorstep looking for Julia Frayne. That's her name, but she'd remember marrying him. And she hadn't.

Together they must unravel the mystery. However, will the explosive chemistry between them also unravel their hearts?

Ohhh…one square of chocolate, so more more more…

From The Price To Pay…

Do a friend a favor? Easy. Persuade the woman she's your soul mate? Not so easy. Does this cougar romance stand a chance?

Raig was only doing a favor for a friend. Who'd have thought the mum he was "babysitting" would turn out to be the woman of his dreams?

Raig could see their future; Vairi could only see the age difference. He may say "you are only as old as the man you feel," but she couldn't do the forever he wanted. Too many obstacles stood in their way, especially when she finds out Raig has not been telling her the truth, even though she too has secrets she's not willing to share. Can they open up and put their doubts behind them to discover how satisfying a cougar romance can be?
 

Ohhh now I have coffee….chocolate…

From Almost Entente Cordiale…

A woman with two husbands—husbands who are lovers. Is this a relationship doomed to failure?

Only she can decide.

When Julien returns from France, he did not expect to find his lover ballock-deep inside a woman. Especially when that woman is his own wife!

Christianne knew Alastair had a lover, but she did not expect that lover to be the husband she thought was dead.

As a marriage of convenience turns passionate, can the three of them make their illicit relationship work?

Or will Christianne have to choose which husband to keep?
 

looks around… rattles door…

And a sneak preview… My first print, regency anthology is out on June 15^th…

Rogue Scandals

You'll recognize some of these names…

Beneath the prim and proper surface of the ton, intrigue and scandal was only a gossiping word away

For many men and women, the fear of ruin and worse accompanied them at all times.

 Some defied propriety, took hold of their happiness and hoped for the best.

Meet Ivo, Auberon, Ranulf and Ashley prepared to defy convention to win their ladies.

 But are Serena, Arabella, Hermione and Adriana prepared to let them have it all their own ways?

 Of course not. for their partnerships were as unconventional as the ladies themselves.

Compromising of  Wallflowers Don't Wilt, To Please A Lady and A Most Unusual Mistress. (the latter will be released as an ebook by itself in June also.

so was that interesting enough?

door is opening…grandson shuffles in on bottom. 

Well, he is only almost eight months old, he's allowed to bum shuffle

D the D is carrying… the rest of the chocolate, coffee and oohhh well er sorry gotta dash….

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Very good Raven, but you see what I have to put up with! As Raven has been such a good girl... yes I went there Raven... I have hunted down some inspirational pics for her.

She rather likes this young man, well, don't we all

 and as we all know how fond she is of my sexy Swede, Sven from Scandinavian Scandal...

 well, this is Eric from True Blood of course, but the delicious Alexander Skarsgard was of course my inspiration for Sven

*grins*

Now Raven tells me the woman enjoying all of his attention in this picture is her...

 Yeeeees, dream on, Raven!

Before I sign off, Raven is interviewing my Goldie from my just released Goldie and her Bears  on her Blog today, and she may call me D the D, but I tell you, she asks some tough questions! There is a giveaway too, so hop on over, you know you want to.

And... NO, he is too young for chocolate. I don't give a monkeys, if it's a grandma's prerogative....

A producer's eye view of a cougar romance - Guest Blog and GIVEAWAY

Please give a warm welcome to Stevie, one of the characters of Raven McAllan's new release The Price To Pay.

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Have you ever wondered what it's like being a fly on the wall in an unusual romance? Maybe you have. But I bet it's not like the experience I've just had.

 I produce a radio show. I produce several, but this one is special. The presenter is my friend. Well a friend of my wife and I.

Hi, I'm Stevie, and the cougar in question is Vairi McQueen. I think the best way to describe her is kick-ass, take no prisoners. But she's loyal, funny, a great mum and a fantastic DJ. And it seems, a cougar, although I won't say that in front of her, even if she uses the word.

She met her man at the fair, would you believe? It was a set up and Lorna, her daughter, dragged her there but it's a fact that once there, she was hooked. Not by the rides—she's not over keen on them—but by the ride, if you get the gist.

By Padraig O'Shea no less. Now there's a man with a past if ever there was one.

The fun I had seeing this romance flourish. I ended up as a fly on the wall—well a producer on the net—more than once. And I like to think, played a big part in the outcome.

But was it a positive outcome? You'll have to read the book to see.

Here's a taster.

Do a friend a favor? Easy. Persuade the woman she's your soul mate - not so easy. Does this cougar romance stand a chance?

Raig was doing a favor for a friend - babysitting mum. Who'd have thought that 'mum' turned out to be the woman of his dreams?

Raig could see their future; Vairi could only see the age difference. He may say you were only as old as the man you feel but she couldn't do the forever he wanted. Too many obstacles stood in their way, especially when she finds out Raig has not been telling her the truth by omission. She too has secrets she's not willing to share. Can they open up, be honest and put their doubts behind them?  Then discover how satisfying a cougar romance can be?

And an extract…

As the last ride slowed down, stopped and the final stragglers moved away, he went across to where Vairi stood waiting for him.

"Want a ride?" His tone was bland, the innuendo clear.

Laughing, she shook her head.

"On that? No way. On you, ditto. You want a ride, you go on it. Ride the horsey cowboy. Show me how it's done." Her innuendo was equally as clear, her assumption he would blow her request off showed in her face.

 Right, Call your bluff time. If he could. Come on Raig you're as horny as a ram. No problem, even the motion would be enough, to say nothing of that pole moving up and down, and Vairi's eyes fixed on you. Go for it. His hands were suddenly sweaty, his breathing faster and choppy. He saw Vairi's eyes darken and cloud with desire, and knew he was going to sit on the horse and ride the pole. Briefly he thought about semen covered jeans, before remembering the calf length high-viz jacket hanging by the control cupboard.

"Watch and ache. Or feel free to join me." He moved close to her deliberately invading her personal space. Her breath hitched, but she didn't move as looked up at him steadily, that sensual quirk of her lips mesmerizing him as his body brushed hers. He felt the hardness of her nipples against his chest, demanding, even through their clothes. Knew she could feel his cock hard against her clit. Saw her fight the awareness.

"I'll watch. From here." She leant back on the fence and folded her arms over her breasts. To hid her burgeoning nipples from any stray worker or customer who might wander past? No matter, his imagination had her stripped, leaning against the fence wearing those sparkly flats and a smile. He could tell by the skeptical look she gave him, she felt he wasn't going to follow through on his words.

"Come and stand in the middle, before I set it off. Then you'll see more." And he could make sure he was on the innermost horse and furthest away from prying eyes. He held out his hand and helped her into the center. Making sure the music was switched off he set the ride in motion, feeling Vairi's eyes following his every move, as he stepped onto the platform and chose a horse.

"Conqueror," He said, as settling on the saddle he checked the name written in flowing hieroglyphics around the 'reins'. "Hope so. Ready to watch?" He called as he rode past her and saw her nod.

Right Raig; time to show what you can do. He edged as near to the pole as he could and the felt vibrations run through him as it began to rub against his erection, the denim of his jeans increasing the friction, intensifying those vibrations.

God he would never have thought he could get anywhere near coming by such a simple thing. If only they could market 'Come! Ride the Ride! They would make a fortune. Sadly, or maybe luckily there was no way they would. It would bring every pervert for miles out of the woodwork.  Meanwhile, for him now? Enjoy the ride, Raig. Your pole on the pole.

The sensation of being rubbed, the knowledge that Vairi's eyes were trained on him, following his tracks as much as possible was making his climax a fast approaching event. Even the thought that anyone could come along, see his face contorted with desire, his cock almost welded to the pole, ask what the hell he was doing, didn't diminish his feelings. It probably intensified then. He never knew he had the incipient makings of an exhibitionist. As he flew past Vairi he spoke, his voice hoarse.

"Any time now." Felt his cock pulsate fill and spill.

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Thanks for sharing Stevie :-)

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