Thursday, 17 July 2014

Raven's uncovering the secrets of Diomhair



Today my most favourite author, Raven McAllan, is here to uncover some secrets...


Diomhair—secret.




What happens there stays there.

Except I'm writing about it. Secrets Uncovered is book two of six planned, all about a BDSM Club in a renovated Scottish Castle. There is a ruined castle I've renovated in my books and based it on, not that far from where I live. I often pop over and look at it and smother a giggle. You can't get into the ruins, but it's a lovely spot, and it does give me such fantastic ideas.

I try to write about normal people and their lives. Just because they are involved in BDSM—or not—doesn't mean they're not normal. After all people aren't one size fits all, and we don't all like coffee (why not) or the movies.

I try to get inside their heads and see what's motivating them. It's not always easy. No it's not procrastinating, honestly, when I'm gazing out of the window. Just me thinking hard. A process that involves copious amounts of coffee and chocolate.

This series is so much fun, because all the characters have a secret, and something strange is going on at Diomhair as well.

For instance, Kath and Jeff gave me more than a few moments when I wondered if we'd ever get to a happy for now, let alone a happily ever after. They had such different opinions about something that loomed large in their lives. To whit, just what was okay to do when Kath was pregnant.

And oh boy did their ideas differ, They both wanted what was best for the baby of course. However what was best, shall we say, caused a massive difference of opinion.

I guess it was inevitable. A Dom and a sub. A man and a woman. And both strong personalities.

Eventually they get things sort of sorted, but that's not their only problems.

Life at Diomhair is never peaceful. But it is fun… and at times tense… and, well you'll need to read it yourself…



Here's the blurb…

Convincing a Dom that pregnancy doesn’t mean the end of all play can take some doing. Kath is horny and determined, but what does Jeff think?

Pregnancy should be the happiest time of your life. What’s a sub to do, however, when her Dom won’t touch her? Kath can’t understand why Jeff is being so difficult. After all, she’s pregnant, not ill, and she’ll combust with sexual frustration if she can’t seduce Jeff into play.

Jeff can’t help but worry over Kath’s health. It doesn’t matter what anyone, including the doctor, says about sex being okay, his mind tells him otherwise. It’s his duty to protect his sub, even if he’s giving himself blue balls in the process. He’ll do anything to keep her and their baby safe.

With the two of them at an impasse, tension runs high, especially when the future of Diomhair is threatened by an unknown enemy.

As they pull together to secure their home, and their workplace, can they also resolve their personal problems, or does pregnancy spell the end of their Dom/sub relationship?




And a wee tease…



“Boy have I enjoyed myself, but, ohh, now my feet ache, and I’m dying for a cuppa. You should see what I’ve bought.” Kath kicked her shoes off and dropped several carrier bags on the floor. “That new shop is enough to set any woman drooling, pregnant or not. And I got some kick ass flats like you said. Though I have earmarked some fuck me heels for after Bump arrives, and you should see…” Her voice trailed off as he stood with his arms folded and grinned at her. “I distrust that grin, Jeff Sutherland. What have you been up to?”

“Is that anyway to great your Master, pet?”

Her eyes widened as she took in what they called his Dom attire. The soft leather trousers she stroked like they were alive and his tight back T-shirt she almost drooled over. He’d deliberately left them in the wardrobe of late, feeling it would be unfair to remind both of them what they couldn’t have. Now in his new mindset—partly due, he admitted, to a strong talking to from David, but more from a need and a desire to reassert their way of life—Jeff realised how much he wanted to wear them and see her reaction once more. Kath had said her response to those clothes was almost Pavlovian. He wore. She drooled. He said jump, she said how high? They were, she admitted, her trigger. Now, her grin almost split her face before she dipped her head.

“No, Sir.”

“Exactly, pet. I’ve been somewhat remiss lately, and I have to remedy that. I don’t want my pet to think I’ve forgotten her.” He slid back into their dynamic like a knife through softened butter. It seemed so right, and so perfect. Now all he had to do was convince Kath to be happy with the changes he’d decided on.

“I’ve thought things over, and we’re going to rewrite some of our protocols. Remember, you can traffic light me, but for now I’m going to ask you to listen to what I want before you comment. All right?” Jeff held his breath. If it wasn’t, there was no way he could force anything on her. Force in any form had never formed part of their dynamics, not even in role-play. It wasn’t them, and never would be.

Kath looked from him to the cushioned chair he’d added to the room. He'd placed it in front of the chair he himself preferred to sit in, right over the spot Kath usually liked to curl up on and cuddle his legs. Then she looked across the room to where he’d put a new sofa. Jeff didn’t dare think of the strings he’d pulled or the favours he now owed so he could have it in place and waiting for Kath’s return.

“Yes, Sir. Green, Sir.” She grinned, then looked down in a hurry.

“That’s my good pet. Now as you get less…” He chuckled. “I’m not sure how to put this any way subtly, so I’ll just say, less svelte-like and more uncomfortable, it wouldn’t be practical to kneel as we have done before. So our new protocol involves this chair.” He took her arm and helped her sit. A soft smile played over Kath’s face, but she didn’t say a word. When they did play like this, she always waited to speak. “Instead of kneeling, pet, you’ll sit on here and face me. Then I’d like…” He hesitated. This could be sticky. He didn’t want Kath to think she mattered less than their baby. “I’d like for you to accept me touching our child. To feel the swell of your stomach, the flutters and kicks as you get bigger, and rest my head on you so I can engage with you both, I guess is the best way to put it. However, your greeting to me will be equally as important. I want, while it’s still comfortable, for you to dip your head and accept my kiss on your neck. Then, eventually, once it’s time, we’ll move on to our normal greetings. The new sofa is for our evening together. We’ll have none of the sitting at my feet. I don’t think either of us would find it a turn on if I had to haul you up like…”

“Using a JCB?” Kath giggled. “No, Sir. I’d be honoured to sit next to you. Oh, sorry. Mind engaged and mouth opened.” She wriggled her butt, in a way he well knew meant ‘spank me’.

“Behave. The punishment won’t be physical, not now. Maybe I need a book? To write your misbehaviour in.” She nodded eagerly, and Jeff had to laugh. Kath in this mood was incorrigible and nigh on irresistible. “Colour?”

“Green and green. And may I say the day I can start touching you in our greeting again can’t come soon enough, Sir.”

She’s up to something. The look on Kath’s face was so innocent he distrusted it.

“That’s a maybe. However it isn’t yet. Not until we pass the three months. So behave.” He lifted her chin in a light grip. “Understand, pet?”

She sighed. “Only too well, Sir. By God you’re infrangible when you want to be.”

“I’m a Dom. It goes with the territory.”



You can buy Secrets Uncovered here…




For a chance to win a copy of the first book in the series, Secrets Shared, just tell me, where you think is the prefect place for a BDSM club and why. I'll chose a winner from the comments at random.



Happy Reading,

Love R x


As always it's lovely having Raven here but I'm not letting her leave without telling us a little bit about herself - 


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.



Wednesday, 16 July 2014

The gender agenda


The gender agenda – take pride in who you are

OK – fact: The Rolling Stones are the greatest rock band in the world.
But The Who are definitely the second greatest, and one of my favourite song lyrics is from a little known 1967 Who song – Tattoo:-

Me and my brother were talking to each other
'Bout what makes a man a man
Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born,
We just couldn't understand

So that's the question – what makes a man a man?
I can quite happily live without football, rugby, cricket and almost any sport and to some men that makes me more or less a woman.
And yet when my wife asks me which shoes go with which dress and I shrug and go "dunno" she says "oh, you're such a bloke".
Can't win… but whichever way - are you either male or female? Are you either a boy or a girl?
I don’t think so, any more than you are either tall or short, fat or thin.
6ft is tall to you if you're 5ft but short to you if you're a 7ft basketball player; 9 stone is massive if you're a supermodel, miniscule if you're a heavyweight boxer.
I once offered a bull necked, muscle-bound rugby player, who sniffed, a tissue and he was horrified – "you're such a GIRL" he sneered.
No, I just happened to have a packet of tissues on me, but to him this was a 100% feminine trait that no real man would ever display.
Am I confused? Is my sexuality in question?
No.
The point is, gender – and I'm not talking genitalia – isn't 0 or 1, + or -, all or nothing.
It's a vast confusing ocean of currents, eddies and tides from blokes who define themselves by sports, drinking statistics and breaking wind in public to women who can only giggle, file their nails and think that kittens are sweet, via a whole world of individuals in between those two stereotype extremes.
We all know blokey blokes and we all know girly girls just as we all know men who are 'in touch with their feminine side' and 'ball breaker' women.

The Final Taboo – to boldly go where no man has gone before?
So my hero in His Secret Dancer is also my heroine. Dan/Danielle is on a journey of discovery. She, Danielle, is a very feminine and sexy girl and he, Dan, is a very attractive and sexy man. S/he is exploring gender and sexuality and I look forward to you reading about the journey s/he is on. I certainly enjoyed writing it.
Dan's journey is a romantic one in His Secret Dancer, but in the real world it might be fraught with problems. No one embarks upon the trans-gender journey for a laugh. Can you imagine going into work and saying "as of Monday I will be living as a woman so I'll no longer be Adam, I'll be Eve".
That takes balls. Huge, great determined balls of steel.
So, the person in the dress you're staring at and wondering about their gender?
They are too, but they are trying to find their way. They are on a scary and uncertain journey, but they have made a huge decision and they are sticking with it.
Be a man and cut them some slack – whatever your chosen gender.

Clothes maketh the man?
'His Secret Dancer', was inspired by a burlesque dancer I met in South Africa. A tall, bearded chap was chatting about his past, over dinner, and showed us a picture. My jaw fell through the floor. He looked really quite different in fishnets, leotard and big hair. I've still never seen a pair of legs as good. I thought “now there’s an interesting angle on ‘boy meets girl’.
So…



His Secret Dancer:
Dan's drab life is a world away from his secret life as Danielle, the burlesque star of Tomasz's transvestite nightclub, Trans-Action.
Having found 'her' inner T girl as a student, Danielle has discovered the power of her femininity and her talent to entice and excite - but she realizes that Dan's life is losing the passion it once had.
As Danielle's relationship with Tomasz takes her deeper into both her lover and his world, encountering passions neither thought they dare explore, demure Francine is too often left to her own devices and desires. Her only release is in the fantasies inspired by the customers who pass through her life and her patisserie.
Does she want a man in her life or a woman? Or both…
Seeing her man exploring her wardrobe she decides to embrace the power of her own sexuality. Then a sizzling encounter with Tomasz unlocks the vixen in her and sets their two worlds on a collision course.
Can Dan bring Dan's world and Danielle's together - especially when he discovers Danielle's secret lover secretly loving Francine?

Available from Breathless Press
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Friday, 21 March 2014

#FFF - Flash Fiction Friday: Cocktail Hour

Flash Friday Fiction - one picture, one hundred words


The desire and the fear burned in her; burned like the flame red of her hair, burned like the scarlet passion of her lips.
It was the same bar in the same town, just a different night. The night after the day before.
That day.
"Come with me," he'd said.
"When?" she'd asked.
"Tomorrow night," he'd answered.
"For how long?" she'd asked.
"Forever," he'd answered.
"What shall I bring?" she'd wondered.
"Only your heart," he'd told her.

She slipped the jewels he gave her into her ears.
"Drink this," he said.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Our blood," he said.


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Thursday, 20 March 2014

Thursday Taster - When Hawk Met The Dove


Thursday Tasters are 400 words from a work in progress.

This week it's a snippet from my SF romance. Here's the moment when Captain Hawkings meet the mysterious alien peace negotiator he has to get to a warring planet:-



He tugged down again on his dress uniform tunic, straightening it, then cricked his neck left and right. He'd been through some things in his time in the fleet. There'd been things that had happened to him and, yes, things he'd done, questionable things, expedient things; things that had left an emotional mark. He'd put them aside, moved on. There was no room for doubt or uncertainty in the mind of a star ship captain. His crew depended on him. The safety of the ship was in his hands. There was no room for soul searching when a life or death decision depended on the right answer at the right time. He needed to be on top of anything that might happen—before it happened.

The proximity docking alarm flashed from green to red. The shuttle was alongside and the automatic docking systems engaged. The computer spoke, "Shuttle dock preliminary checks completed and air lock seal confirmed. Halo Seven Five requesting permission to dock."

"Hawkings acknowledged. Docking permission granted," he said.

The air lock pressure indicator pulsed from red through to amber then settled to a steady green. Hawk hit the door control. There was a hiss as the air pressure balanced out between ship and shuttle and then the heavy interlocked doors slid open.

A tall, slim but well muscled, man with long, raven dark hair and wearing a tight fitting one-piece functional, silver-grey uniform stepped forward. His face was a dangerously attractive mix of a firm masculine jaw line and high cheekbones. His mouth had soft, full almost feminine lips and his perfect almond shaped blue-grey eyes seemed to look into and almost through you rather than at you. Hawk felt a swirl of emotions as he took in the full picture of the Turacoenan – his feelings for L'Wren, his fear for her safety on a dangerous mission, the care and responsibility he felt for the crew. He found this man, this tall and, yes, beautiful man, attractive in both an emotional and a very physical way. He knew this man would understand him, would know how—and maybe even why—he felt the things that he felt. He would know. He would care. He found his gaze lingering on that mouth and for a second he wondered about kissing it.

It was a feeling he'd not experienced since…

That was a long time ago.




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