i I’m 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.
I do love hearing from people with comments and questions or well just for a chat. So here’s how you can find me…
http://www.ravenmcallan.com
http:/ /www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com
https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan (my page)
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https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan
http://www.amazon.com/Raven-McAllan/e/B00694RHJI/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_11?qid=1408015501&sr=1-11
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Raven-McAllan/e/B00694RHJI/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_11?qid=1408015501&sr=1-11
ohhh and …
My latest story is The Deception Game, a Regency romance with a bit of spice.
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.
I do love hearing from people with comments and questions or well just for a chat. So here’s how you can find me…
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
http://www.amazon.com/Raven-McAllan/e/B00694RHJI/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_11?qid=1408015501&sr=1-11
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Raven-McAllan/e/B00694RHJI/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_11?qid=1408015501&sr=1-11
ohhh and …
My latest story is The Deception Game, a Regency romance with a bit of spice.
Blurb…
Jack, Lord Trevithan, is about to offer marriage to Beatrice’s sister Louisa. For Beatrice it’s personal: Jack is the reason she’s been banished from polite society. His interest in her sister is the perfect opportunity for some swift and merciless revenge – and keeping Jack away from Louisa will all but guarantee her sister’s happiness, for Louisa loves another.
But Jack isn’t a man to take a challenge lying down, and Beatrice’s desire for retribution ignites a fire in him, a burning need to possess the woman whose downfall he so unwittingly engineered several years before. Can Beatrice stifle her attraction to him long enough to get the job done? Or will Jack’s overwhelming physical presence conquer her affections?
(It’s an Editors Pick, how good is that?)
Does it grab your fancy? ( that sounds rude snigger )
Here’s a wee tease…
For all that her tummy was full of butterflies, Bea’s heartbeat quickened. The cottage was her haven, her retreat, hers and hers alone. Jack would never know he was the first—and probably the only—guest to be invited there. She made sure she kept Jack in her line of vision, as she bent and reached under a large flint to retrieve a key. “Not long now.” She tugged him forward so she could insert the key into the lock where it scraped and stuck.
He chuckled.
“It’s usual not to be able to get out of your prison, not to be unable to get in.”
Bea fought back the instinct to throw the key at him. “Shut up, my lord, or once you’re inside I may well lock the door and throw away the key.” The lock released and she pushed the door wide open. “After you.”
“To show I’m no gentleman?”
“No, to show you I’m no lady. Go in.”
His laugh was long, loud and as far as she could tell, genuinely mirthful. He took the two steps inside and waited until Beatrice shut and locked the door, and joined him.
“What now?”
Bea swallowed. “Go into the room on your left.” She nudged him in the back, and to her relief Jack moved in the direction she indicated. How long she could rely on his compliance she had no idea, but while it was there she would use it. After…she tried not to think about what would happen then.
Once inside the tiny parlor he shuffled to the couch and sat down heavily. Satisfied it would be harder for him to get up and accost her, Bea moved to the fireplace and stirred the embers of the fire she’d lit earlier. With a few more coals it took seconds for flames to spring up and send flickering shadows dancing around the room. Bea was so used to the elegant furnishings, so out of place in the cottage, she wondered why Jack chuckled. She looked up in query, and her heart lurched. Even disheveled and with a scratch down his right cheek he was heart-stoppingly handsome. His dark eyes shone in the firelight and the planes and angles of his face stood out starkly. Some almost forgotten pulse beat deep inside Bea and her skin itched with the need for something she thought she’d never want again. She raised one eyebrow, confident her hat kept her face in shadow.
“So incongruous.” Jack waved his hands in the air. “I expected little or no furniture, and a rough and ready hovel. This is elegant.”
“Of course. I have no intention that your stay should be uncomfortable.” Bea sat back on her knees and faced him. “Well, no more than is necessary.” She tugged the hat down and her collar up.
“No? What do you intend?” He stretched his legs out in front of him, and his cloak fell open to showcase his sculpted body. Bea remembered hearing how the Earl of Trevithan went several rounds with Gentleman Jackson and proved himself credibly. The knit of his pantaloons stretched tight over his thighs, and the long hard ridge that stretched upward toward his waist drew her gaze toward it like a beacon. Bea looked away in a hurry. How could he be aroused by his situation?
Mind you, her body thrummed with that rediscovered emotion of excitement, and the sense she was standing on the cusp of something that would change her life forever. Banishment probably if I don’t sort this in a suitable way.
“Cat got your tongue? Ah,” He looked down at his erection and then at her. “I see. Yes, it seems the fact I’m in your power excited me. The body works in mysterious ways, one is that fear…or intrigue, acts as a powerful aphrodisiac. What to do? Alas.” He raised his hands. “That is up to you. So? Your intentions, my dear?”
Bea stood up. “To feed you, my lord. And then well, we wait.”
Buy links
click here for The Evernight Publishing link
for amazon (UK) here
and Amazon (US) here
get the Are link by clicking here
and for Bookstrand here
Happy reading,
Love R x
Jack, Lord Trevithan, is about to offer marriage to Beatrice’s sister Louisa. For Beatrice it’s personal: Jack is the reason she’s been banished from polite society. His interest in her sister is the perfect opportunity for some swift and merciless revenge – and keeping Jack away from Louisa will all but guarantee her sister’s happiness, for Louisa loves another.
But Jack isn’t a man to take a challenge lying down, and Beatrice’s desire for retribution ignites a fire in him, a burning need to possess the woman whose downfall he so unwittingly engineered several years before. Can Beatrice stifle her attraction to him long enough to get the job done? Or will Jack’s overwhelming physical presence conquer her affections?
(It’s an Editors Pick, how good is that?)
Does it grab your fancy? ( that sounds rude snigger )
Here’s a wee tease…
For all that her tummy was full of butterflies, Bea’s heartbeat quickened. The cottage was her haven, her retreat, hers and hers alone. Jack would never know he was the first—and probably the only—guest to be invited there. She made sure she kept Jack in her line of vision, as she bent and reached under a large flint to retrieve a key. “Not long now.” She tugged him forward so she could insert the key into the lock where it scraped and stuck.
He chuckled.
“It’s usual not to be able to get out of your prison, not to be unable to get in.”
Bea fought back the instinct to throw the key at him. “Shut up, my lord, or once you’re inside I may well lock the door and throw away the key.” The lock released and she pushed the door wide open. “After you.”
“To show I’m no gentleman?”
“No, to show you I’m no lady. Go in.”
His laugh was long, loud and as far as she could tell, genuinely mirthful. He took the two steps inside and waited until Beatrice shut and locked the door, and joined him.
“What now?”
Bea swallowed. “Go into the room on your left.” She nudged him in the back, and to her relief Jack moved in the direction she indicated. How long she could rely on his compliance she had no idea, but while it was there she would use it. After…she tried not to think about what would happen then.
Once inside the tiny parlor he shuffled to the couch and sat down heavily. Satisfied it would be harder for him to get up and accost her, Bea moved to the fireplace and stirred the embers of the fire she’d lit earlier. With a few more coals it took seconds for flames to spring up and send flickering shadows dancing around the room. Bea was so used to the elegant furnishings, so out of place in the cottage, she wondered why Jack chuckled. She looked up in query, and her heart lurched. Even disheveled and with a scratch down his right cheek he was heart-stoppingly handsome. His dark eyes shone in the firelight and the planes and angles of his face stood out starkly. Some almost forgotten pulse beat deep inside Bea and her skin itched with the need for something she thought she’d never want again. She raised one eyebrow, confident her hat kept her face in shadow.
“So incongruous.” Jack waved his hands in the air. “I expected little or no furniture, and a rough and ready hovel. This is elegant.”
“Of course. I have no intention that your stay should be uncomfortable.” Bea sat back on her knees and faced him. “Well, no more than is necessary.” She tugged the hat down and her collar up.
“No? What do you intend?” He stretched his legs out in front of him, and his cloak fell open to showcase his sculpted body. Bea remembered hearing how the Earl of Trevithan went several rounds with Gentleman Jackson and proved himself credibly. The knit of his pantaloons stretched tight over his thighs, and the long hard ridge that stretched upward toward his waist drew her gaze toward it like a beacon. Bea looked away in a hurry. How could he be aroused by his situation?
Mind you, her body thrummed with that rediscovered emotion of excitement, and the sense she was standing on the cusp of something that would change her life forever. Banishment probably if I don’t sort this in a suitable way.
“Cat got your tongue? Ah,” He looked down at his erection and then at her. “I see. Yes, it seems the fact I’m in your power excited me. The body works in mysterious ways, one is that fear…or intrigue, acts as a powerful aphrodisiac. What to do? Alas.” He raised his hands. “That is up to you. So? Your intentions, my dear?”
Bea stood up. “To feed you, my lord. And then well, we wait.”
Buy links
click here for The Evernight Publishing link
for amazon (UK) here
and Amazon (US) here
get the Are link by clicking here
and for Bookstrand here
Happy reading,
Love R x