The Best Part of Breaking Up

The Best Part of Breaking Up

The Real Deal

The Real Deal

Saturday, 31 January 2015

The Real Deal #sexysnippets

My snippet this week comes from my first release called The Real Deal in Hot Shots Vol II published by Breathless Press. 

The Blurb 
A fifth generation fighter pilot, Jake is on a forty-eight hour leave looking for the prettiest pussy in town. An innocent beauty captures his heart.

Jake Cummins is on forty-eight hours leave and is looking for the prettiest pussy in town. A fifth generation fighter pilot he likes everything fast, his jets, his drink and his women. After six months on tour of the pacific he is in desperate need of a good dose of dirty fucking. His choice is no meek little flower. In fact this Irish Venus Fly Trap sets his temper and dick on fire. Somewhere the universe has tilted and the innocent beauty in the bedroom has surprised her way into his heart.

   ‘I’m only interested in your space babes. Very interested....’ 
Unashamedly he glanced down her front admiring her cleavage 
and the round curves beneath the dress. D cup maybe double 
D.  What man didn’t like a pair of real lush DD’s.  He knew he 
did. Not too small not too big. The right handful for him to grasp 
and knead them for his own pleasure.

Thursday, 22 January 2015

Welcome Raven McAllan #New Release #The Dommes of Ballingal: Kristin

I'd like to welcome my friend and writer buddy Raven McAllan to the blog today with her new release The Dommes of Ballingal. Congratulations and the best of luck with your latest read Raven x.

The Dommes of Ballingal: Kristin
Ballingal. An Island in the middle of a Loch. Where women rule, and hearts are saved—or broken.
I love the sound of the ladies of the loch. There are six of them. Kristin's is the first story to be told.

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.



“Bring those, please.” She didn’t wait to see if he would do as she said, but turned her back on him and began to walk like a ship in full sail back up the path toward the cluster of stone buildings a few hundred yards up the hill. The dozen or so other visitors scattered in various directions as Flynn slung his bag over his shoulders, picked up the boxes, and walked three strides behind her.

Is this welcome to a sub’s paradise? Fuck that for a game of soldiers, or subs. I might say I’ll sub, but there’s subbing and subbing.

“There isn’t, you know.” Kristin had stopped and turned toward him. Flynn missed bumping into her by inches.

“Eh?” He rocked back on his heels and held on to the boxes for grim death. It wouldn’t be a very auspicious start to drop them.

“There’s just subbing where I’m concerned. One way.” She paused and ran one long pillar-box-red fingernail over his cheek. “My way.” She turned and carried on walking.

Flynn shook his head. Either he’d been talking out loud or she was a mind reader. Hadn’t he discovered in his research that really there were as many ways of kink as there were people?

“Mind reader,” Kristin called over her shoulder. “And I’m not other people.”

Fuck, and if you’re reading this be warned, Mrs. McCrory. Sub to you I may be, doormat I won’t.

There was no answer. So it was selective thought reading then?

“No, I chose not to answer.” Kristin stopped outside a bright yellow door, with baskets of spring flowers on either side of the porch. “You’ll submit to me and in my way, or you won’t, Flynn. The choice is yours. We’ll discuss it later. Here’s Nicole’s place.”

He blinked and raised his eyebrows. What was he supposed to say to that? “Very nice.”

Kristin dropped the post sack a few inches from his toes. He was glad he had sturdy shoes on, and he didn’t flinch.

“I hope you think so. It’s the bed and breakfast—guest house. Where, I assume you have a booking?”

Flynn shook his head. He loved the way her eyes glittered, and her fingers twitched. Green eyes, red hair, and a temper to match. Oh so stereotypical, and great fun to light the flare and watch the sparks fly. He was adept, or he amended to himself, had been, adept at ducking.

“A very nice lady called Justine told me it was full and I’d be stopping with you.”

Her mouth dropped open and Flynn grinned. It wasn’t often he had ever been able to surprise her. “Didn’t you know?” he asked in as innocent a voice as he could muster.

“No I did not.”

If she could conjure up frost, he reckoned he’d have frostbite, or icicles on his dick.

“And you are not stopping with me.”

Flynn put the boxes down, very carefully. He felt as if he was about to walk on eggshells. “I’ve paid my dues, surely? Three years I’ve given us. Now I’m ready.”

“You’ve given us?” Her tone was incredulous and her dark eyebrows disappeared under the carroty red fringe of her hair. The two colors should have seemed incongruous, but Flynn hardly noticed. She’d dyed her eyebrows and eyelashes ever since he’d met her.

Given us?” Her voice rose. “Get real and open your tight little mind, Flynn. You’ve given me fuck all, except heartache. I vowed when you walked away I wouldn’t cry one single sodding tear. And you know?” She poked him in the chest. The look in her eyes made it clear she would have preferred to use a knife, not her finger. “I didn’t. Not one.”

A lump wedged in Flynn’s throat. She hadn’t been upset? He’d gone on a misery-fest for a month, and eventually been dragged out of his bed by his Director. Was it all a mistake? Should he turn round and sit on the jetty until the boat came back? No, no not that. I need her.

“You know why, Flynn?” She poked him once more, and the pain hit his heart and shattered it into tiny pieces of guilt.

He shook his head, scared if he spoke his voice would break as well as his heart.

“I’ll tell you then, shall I? Because I shed fucking millions, that’s why. I was a mess, and if it hadn’t been for Justine, god knows where I’d be now.”

It might be horrible news, and he did feel awful, but deep inside, Flynn had a tiny glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, something could rise out of the ashes of their relationship?

Flynn swallowed. “You’re—” He cleared his throat to try and make his cotton wool tongue work. “You’re too strong to do anything silly.”

She curtsied mockingly. “I’m glad you realize that, Flynn. Because if you’re serious about subbing to me, we’ve got a lot to talk about.”

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Raven Bio…


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.




Sunday, 18 January 2015

Forgetting to Remember You #sexysnippets #wip

My seven sexy snippets come from my current wip about the sheikh and the archaeologist :) 

Sheikh Rahim has been living in my head for at least twenty years and my undergraduate degree was partially in archaeology - that's the inspiration.

It's one of the few stories I've plotted out properly. Usually I write by the seat of my pants but I've been dreaming about this guy so long that the detail is very much there - that's the plotting :)

In this scene the H&H have survived many dangerous, life threatening situations and they are now safe in the sheikh's desert palace. Eliza has been 'prepared' by the local tribes women before presentation to Rahim. This involves exotic oils, scents, henna inking, beautiful silks......see where I'm going with this :D

Every feminist instinct in Eliza wished to rebel. Every feminine instinct within her wished to relish the feeling of  silk on her argon oiled skin. Her feet and hands had been delicately tattooed with beautiful, whimsical and intricate henna art. The women of the harem had arranged her hair in tumbling curls embellished with beads and ribbons. She lifted her kohl lined eyes to the tent's entrance as Rahim's shadow appeared, tall and broad outside. They had prepared her for him, she understood that now. It was inevitable, from the beginning, from that first encounter in the hot house, on a snowy English night, and she was ready now in the dense heat of the desert.

Read the other sexy snippets from contributing the image below to see the full list :)

Tuesday, 13 January 2015

Moon Dance by Michaela Rhua #newrelease #ff #michaelarhua

I'm delighted to host Michael Rhua on the blog today as she celebrates her new release :) A dear friend and great writer buddy. Here's a little taste of her work. Congratulations on your release Michaela xx!

First of all, a huge THANK YOU for having me on your blog. I really appreciate your support!

Love Of Another Kind.

Mishaps and misdeeds often pave the way to a love filled future for the hero and heroine. Oh…err not in this case – heroine and heroine. Love comes in all shapes and sizes, what is one person’s desire is not another's. One is not better than the other; it is just another kind of love. The same feelings and emotions rule the heart, the same need to belong, to fight to protect that which you hold dear.

I love the dynamics of an FF relationship. Raya and Amari have an intense attraction and powerful chemistry. There is the passion that ignites between them. Hot, fiery and desperate at times. The need to taste, possess and claim creates an emotional bond, which becomes stronger.

I will leave you with a little taste x


A quick pick up and a night of sex was just what Raya was looking for. Only meeting Amari set her insides on fire and she had to have more of this Indian beauty. Witches and shifters aren’t meant to bond only Raya and Amari can’t ignore the chemistry flowing between them. Trouble strikes the lovers when a past trauma hits Raya and Amari’s mother could be to blame. Finally Raya has a chance to get even with the old witch, who destroyed her life. When that revenge reveals that Raya’s  past holds secrets she wasn’t aware of, it throws into question everything she believes in. Can the lovers unite to help Raya find her true self or is it all too late?



"Good morning Amari. Sorry I couldn't wait," Raya said. She pulled off her sneakers one by one, followed by her sports socks.

Amari held out her hand, inviting her across. Raya's eyes lit up and she began to walk across the shallow water. Suddenly she stopped and looked down at her feet, confusion written across her face. Raya backed away, out of the water.

"You okay?"

"Err…yeah. Why don't you come across here?" Raya suggested.

Amari did not hesitate, pulling up her dress to skip across the cool water, leaving her sandals behind. Once across, Raya grabbed her hand and pulled her into her. Both girls looked at each other. Raya’s deep green eyes shone back at Amari.

"You're beautiful…" began Raya, but she was silenced by Amari who pulled Raya's head down in a rough kiss. Instantly there was a connection, sparks of energy flew around them and Amari's body began to heat up. Lips meshed and tongues played, dancing and teasing. Their hands explored and grabbed each other's bodies to get closer, wanting no space between them.

Ray moaned into Amari's mouth. Amari pulled away.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?"

"Are you kidding me?" Raya said, pulling her back into a kissing that almost hurt with the fierce passion that was behind it. Amari's mouth sizzled against Raya's; never had she experienced something this strong straight away. She pulled at Raya's T-shirt, wanting nothing between them; skin on skin was her desire. Raya helped her out by holding her arms up and Amari pulled the T-shirt off. Underneath she wore a simple cotton bra that cradled her breasts. Amari slid  off one strap and kissed the soft skin of her neck, then shoulder. She felt Raya's hand massage the back of her head, keeping her in that position. So she likes to be kissed there. With a new lover, it was always a learning experience; what they liked and didn’t like was stored in your memory. She was enjoying learning about Raya. She pulled down one cup to reveal a perfect breast with an erect pink nipple. Raya wasted no time: she sucked it straight away and then used her teeth to bite gently. This released another moan from Raya's lips. Amari smiled, looking up at Raya.

"You like a little pain?" Amari carried on sucking Raya's breasts with gentle bites. She moved her hand down Raya’s front and edged it into her joggers and down to her panties, which to Amari's delight were a little moist. She rubbed Raya's mound, letting the tips of her fingers slide down further. Raya spread her legs a little; that meant Amari could reach further. Massaging that pussy was not enough, she wanted to taste. Amari grabbed Raya's joggers, pulled them all the way down and then knelt at her feet.

Raya's legs were long and toned, probably with all that jogging. Amari stroked them up and down, dragging her nails closer and closer to her bare pussy that glistened, inviting her to taste. Amari stepped back to look at Raya. She was amazing with flawless skin, breasts that fitted into Amari's hands and topped off with her red hair that looked like it was fire when the sun caught it.

"Lie down, Raya."

"No, I want you naked too," Raya replied.

Amari hesitated for a moment, her hands shaking, because not everyone appreciated her fuller figure.

"Go on, let me see you."

Amari took a deep breath and pulled her dress off. Raya's mouth opened and her eyes deepened in color. Amari could feel heat emanating from Raya's body; it was one of those gifts her mother said she possessed, reading people's feelings. Sometimes that was through the colors that surrounded them or the energy in the air, this time it was through the warmth of Raya's body that drifted to her and pulled her in.

"You are perfect, Amari." Raya stepped towards her and stroked her shoulder. More warmth filled Amari as she felt Raya's hands stroke her breasts, down her waist to her needy pussy.


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About Mik:

Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is multi published and loves writing!

She has teenage children who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.


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Sunday, 11 January 2015

Forgetting to Remember You #sexysnippets #wip

My sexy snippet is from my new wip a story about Sheikh Rahim and his archaeologist Eliza.  Eliza is tasked with excavating one of his country's most sacred sites against the backdrop of political tension.  A western woman is too tempting for many dispirit groups and when she is kidnapped by white slave traffickers Rahim threatens his own safety pursuing them.   In this scene Rahim has purchased Eliza for sex in order to rescue her.

Rahim hurriedly lowered his body on top of her.
"Just shut up Liza!" he hissed holding her chin in his fingers, forcing her to look at him.
Eliza bucked beneath him, "You can't do this! It's rape!" she cried outraged.
"It will be rape if those men come in here and see you fighting me.  I hope you're a good actress because pretending to have sex with me is the only chance we have of getting out of here." Rahim smiled dispassionately, "How good are you at faking it?"

The moan that escaped her throat as he bit into the soft flesh of her lips deserved an Oscar he thought before he forgot that this was make believe.

This is one of the images that is inspiring this wip.
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Sunday, 4 January 2015

The Best Part of Breaking Up

A very Happy New Year everyone.  New year and in a few short weeks I'll be free to begin new writing projects in the mean time here's a small taster of my most recent release.
In this scene the H&H have survived a gyrocopter crash in the Australian desert. The heroine in this instance has saved her grumpy employer from the wreckage and must administer some emergency first aid with more bravado than she feels.

“There's a vast difference between bulls and men, you know,” she said conversationally as she took a firm hold of his left arm. Very carefully she lifted his arm to a ninety-degree angle and then began to rotate it.
“Apart from the four legs and the horns...” He watched as she gently tried to rotate his arm. “And the tail...”  He felt her fingers increase in pressure and he stared at her face. Her beautiful face was flushed, tear-stained, and utterly gorgeous. Her green eyes smiled mischievously at him and he raised a quizzical eyebrow.
“They have much bigger penises.”
“What? Jesus!” he screamed as his shoulder clicked back into its normal position.
The Blurb
Rafe McGraw is a tough rancher who spends his time farming a wild and untamable cattle ranch in the Northern Territory of Australia.

Jenna Davidson is bright, feisty, and not afraid of a little hard work. She's not going to let anyone get in the way of her dream to be a flying vet.

Rafe has cattle to get certified for export by the flying vet during his cattle muster. He is expecting his usual vet to show up but the person getting off the plane is not what he expects.

Jenna has encountered all kinds of farmers and their attitudes since starting her job, but the gorgeous, sulking, arrogant grazer is a definite challenge. If that means flying in a week of living outdoors with a sexy grazer growling at her, then she's up for it.  
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