Today's Tuesday Teaser is a lovely lady I just recently met during my blog tour. It seems we have quite a few things in common, at least I can totally relate to that anecdote of hers.
Ladies & Gentlemen, please welcome
Raven McAllan!
Sometimes something happens and you are oohh wow, er how?
I was like that when I realized the stories of the Brigstock family were really happening.
Let me take you back a few months, to a conversation on Facebook between myself and Lee Brazil.
I believe alcohol was involved—me Gin, Lee Tequila—but at the end of a rambling chat we'd decided to write a Regency series about an unusual family of the ton. We knew who they all were and even what they were up to (vaguely on my side, I'm a pantster), and how they sorted out their problems.
The blurb sums it up…
Everyone agreed the Brigstock family was unconventional. Just how unconventional could be somewhat of a shock...
Cecilia's Claim is the second book in the series. (Book one, Randal's Reward is also available from Evernight Publishing.) Both books one and two are set in Devon, and feature a village and house that are very dear to me, as well as the wilds of Dartmoor. I'm back in the area again in a few weeks, and looking forward to revisiting all the places I've set my characters in. I keep telling my DH, we need to travel for er authenticity. He just laughs.
She may have turned her men down once, but will she have the resolve to do it again?
Cecy's willpower is never strong when she's around Caleb or Philippe, and now she needs them to keep her safe. They intend to stick close to her, so surely a little dalliance is acceptable? The problem is a little is not enough for any of them, but can they all agree just on what form the 'more' should take?
I hope that has got you interested. It was such fun to write this. Collaborating with someone as brilliant as Lee is fun, and really spurred me on. Here's a little taster for you…
"Look, love, do you trust us?"
"Certainly," Cecy said, surprise in her voice. "Else I would not be here."
"You think not?" Philippe asked.
"I know not, or not without putting up a fight, and remember 'twas Randall who taught me to hold my own, and not in a ladylike way. I could kick your balls so far inside you, they'd never see the light of day again, let along provide your cock with the juices of enjoyment. That I chose not to must prove something?"
Caleb pinched her ear. "We overwhelmed you with our, er prowess?"
"Something like that." She ran her hands down her skirt. "So, what happens? Am I to stay here? Not in this glade I hope. I don't admire nature to the extent I wish to commune with it all day and night."
"Cecy listen." Philippe took her hands and drew her to him. His swift glance at Caleb made him move behind her wedging her between them.
"A Cecy sandwich?" she asked, as she snaked her foot between his legs. He held it tight. She may say she was acquiescent, but who knew how far her docility went?
"Naughty," Caleb chastised her and she sniggered. "Actually my lord as I still have no footwear on I thought to give your cock a love tap." She grinned at him over her shoulder.
"Thank you, I prefer you do not. I'll give you a love tap instead." He administered two sharp spanks to her arse, one on each globe. She jumped and went to rub the spots.
"No, no," Philippe took hold of both her hands and held them high above her head. "We give the taps and we give the rubs. You enjoy."
Caleb caught the inference. "How does it feel, love, to be caught between us, to feel my hand sting your flesh, and soothe the sting? Does the pain change to pleasure, and fill you with the need for more?"
"The truth, now, Cecilia." Philippe added as he bent his head and showered tiny nipping kisses along her shoulder. "Does it excite you and make your juices flow? Are you wet? If one of us dipped our hands inside your honey pot would we be covered in your nectar?"
Cecy wriggled and pressed her rear into his groin. His prick decided it was time to notice and jerked its appreciation. Of course she detected the tiny movement and pressed ever harder.
"Unless you want your dress flipped over your head, your arse spanked the color of your lips and both of us ministering to you now, I suggest you desist. As much as that scenario appeals we have no time. We must move."
Cecilia's Claim is out on May 20th from Evernight Publishing. Also available from Amazon
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Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.
Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
You can find out more about Raven here…
http://www.ravenmcallan.com
http:/ /www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com
https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan (my page)
https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan (author page)
https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan
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