Welcome, Raven McAllan, my third guest in the Guest Takeover series! Here's Raven!
If
you’d have told me a few years ago I’d be writing a blog post about writing,
I’d have laughed and asked what you were on.
Seriously.
I’ve
always enjoyed making up stories, first for myself (and my toys) and then for
my children, but I never thought I’d get the chance to make them up for other
people to read.
When
I found out I could, and it was going to happen it was a scary thought.
Very
scary.
After
all it’s one thing pootling (I love that word) around and creating a world, or
people to manipulate at your will, another to let anybody else who fancies it
into that world and like to dislike it.
Of
course it’s the dislike bit that is worrying.
Because
when you open yourself up, and let other people in, you are saying, to them, ‘what
do you think?’
You
want an honest answer, otherwise why ask?
Well
I guess unless you want people fawning over you, saying how brilliant you are,
and well… nice but not possible. Whoever you are, not everyone likes what you
do. Which actually is a good thing isn’t it?
If
we all liked the same things the world would be a very boring place.
Therefore,
logically you know not everyone is going to think as you do, and not everyone
will enjoy what you have created.
And
like rear ends, everyone has an opinion.
Some
good, some bad, some constructive, some snarky.
And
some downright unpleasant.
And
that’s when it can hit you hard.
Not
everyone holds the same view as you do.
But,
here’s where the ‘wait a minute, take a step back, and think for a while’
scenario comes in.
That’s
one person’s opinion.
They’re
entitled not to like your fourteen legged, cookie eating, green skinned, werewolf
if they don’t want to. Just like the next person is allowed to drool all over
him and say he/she/it is perfect and they want more.
Or
as I said to myself the first time I got a very straightforward ‘I didn’t like
this’, okay…
He/she
didn’t. Someone else did.
But,
and here’s the rub. If everybody liked the same thing, that thing might not be
what I write.
I
could end up where my stories were a no-no.
Because
everyone liked the same thing, and they weren’t it.
I’ll
stick with the you can’t please all of the people all of the time, and do my
best to please as many as I can, as often as I can.
And
hopefully as time goes on, I’ll be able to welcome more people to my world.
(No
fourteen legged, cookie eating, green skinned, werewolves in sight.)
The
plug (Of course there’s one…well two actually)
The
first one happened very recently, and I do think it was worth waiting for.
Carina
Uk have just unveiled the cover of The Rake’s Unveiling of Lady Belle (two
unveilings eh?)
It’s
available on Amazon to pre-order now, and it’s due for publication on January 5th.
and
in the UK of course.
I’m
really excited about this as it’s my second book with Carina, and Lady Belle is
briefly seen in the first book, The Scandalous Proposal of Lord Bennett. Here’s
the blurb…
~The
exquisite designs of mysterious dressmaker Madame Belle are the most sought
after in the ton, yet only a few are trusted with Belle’s deepest secret – her name.
Lady Belinda Howells has gone
to great lengths to disguise her identity, it’s the only way to protect herself
from the ruthless demands of her scoundrel father…and to protect her heart.
Until Lord Philip Macpherson
walks into her salon and his scorching kiss burns a memory onto her lips that
she’ll never be able to forget!
Now it’s only a matter of time
before the notorious rake unveils the truth, and when he does, Belle knows that
she won’t be able to resist… ~
I hope you won’t be able to
resist either…
Plus,
my latest book from Evernight Publishing is out today.
The
Dom with the Dark Eyes, is out on 11th from Evernight Publishing…
I’m
so in love with both of these covers. Very different, but perfect… (well I
think so but I am biased)
Here’s
the blurb...
~ It was supposed to be
one night of fun…
Masked balls are not Linsey’s thing,
but needs must. She’ll stay for a little while and then leave. However, when
she meet the Dom with the dark eyes, all thoughts of leaving flee, as the
switch in her wants to sink to her knees and submit.
No something that happens a lot
to this Mistress.
Rad feels an instant connection
to the sexy lady he calls his sweet Cherry. She appeals to this Dom like no
other sub ever has, and the fact that she seems to be a switch like him just
makes their play that much more interesting.
One night was all it was supposed
to be, but when that night turns out to have lasting consequences, maybe it was
more than just fun. Love has a way of sneaking up on you.~
And a wee tease…
~ “Take off that cloak, Cherry
and let me see you.” It was his Dom’s attitude. He saw the moment it registered
and she slipped into her subbie mind set.
It was so bloody satisfying to
watch her dip her head, untie the ribbons at her throat and let the cloak fall,
to pool in a shimmering silk pile at her feet.
“Look at me, sweet Cherry.”
She lifted her head and looked at
him from behind her mask. Rad understood that was the one thing she’d keep on.
Fair enough, so would he. This was a single night of hot as hell madness. As
his dad would have said, no names, no pack drill.
“Do we play first and fuck later
or the other way round?”
****
Linsey bit her lip, and Sir with
the dark eyes frowned.
“What did I say about marks?”
Oh lord she’d forgotten that, which was
surprising as it was something in her Domme persona she insisted on.
“Sorry, Sir. And Sir, it’s up to
you, which we do first.”
He nodded. “How are your feet?”
“Eh? Oh, fine without shoes. I
tend to go barefoot most of the time.”
Sir grinned. “Oh good. Then I
suggest you remove your stockings, and teddy give them to me, and then open the
door to the balcony.”
He leaned on the wall and
obviously waited to see what she’d do.
Later he thought she might wonder
how he got her into her sub mindset so easily. But for now she seemed to accept
it without second thoughts. Very slowly she unrolled her stockings and passed
them to Sir. Then she slid the shoulder straps lower, let them and her teddy
slip down her body, to join the cloak on the floor.
Her smile was one of a houri as
she picked the teddy up and handed it to him.
“Thank you, Cherry.”
“Sir.”~
Happy reading,
Love R x
Thank you for inviting me, and my world to visit you :)
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