Wednesday, 8 May 2013

Do you act on Impulse or Dance to a Different Beat? @ravenmcallan #newrelease

Poor Michaela, did she realize what she'd let herself in for?


Raven here, and I'm taking over for the day, with details and chat about not one but two releases. And because of that, there's not one but two eBooks up for grabs.

First of all this is my last stop on my blog tour for Impulse, my story set on an island in the Indian Ocean. I'd better say now, that although I've just returned from several islands in the Indian Ocean, Isola Dei Sogni is a blend of all of them…
Did I meet anyone like Dylan or any of the others? I don’t think so but then, how would I? It's not as if you'd shout it from the sand…"Oh look at me I shift."
Mia only went to Isola Dei Sogni on impulse. As she thought because her sister needed her. But once she was there… well you'll need to read the book.

Isola Dei Sogni, where fantasies and dreams come true. Mia only went as a favor for her sister. Her fantasy was a good book and a bottle of wine. Until she met Dylan. Then her sense disappeared and fantasy took over. Was it all worth it?

Dylan has arrived at Isola Dei Sogni to help out—with reluctance and just as a favor. Then he meets Mia. If she's the person he's supposed to assist, then maybe the visit won't be the waste of time he thought after all. His attitude has changed, and when he hears Mia wants to give him his fantasy? Dylan is never one to disappoint a lady…he hopes.

However, fantasies and dreams are all well and good, but even here, reality creeps in. Can Mia and Dylan overcome that to reach their happily ever after?

Here's a tiny tease…
Mia stared at her pool in amazement. To her delight it wasn't a tiny plunge pool as she had expected but a good-sized proper swimming pool. Edged in green and gold lights that continued her suite's color scheme, and lit under the water as well, it was pure pleasure.
She checked the area around it, and gave in to the whim of laughing as she spun around with her arms in the air.
Bliss. Beautiful, and they said it was totally private. How, when she could see across the gardens to the sea, she had no idea, but for once she didn't care. She remembered Dylan had said something about one-way glass, but try as she might, Mia couldn't see any glass about. She considered her options. Dare she?
For goodness sake, you've done it before. Before she could change her mind, and remember she'd been younger and less responsible, Mia took off her bikini and threw it in the direction of a sun lounger. The top landed on the rim and dangled like a flag, as it swayed in the light breeze. Her bottoms landed slap in the middle of the seat. Mia sniggered. They were covering a seat of some sort, at least. She walked to the edge of the pool, had a quick look around, and jumped into the sparkling blue-green water. There was certainly no one around to see her wobbly bits.
The water was like liquid silk, as warm as a soothing bath and as sensual as a soft sigh wrapped all around her. Mia felt all her cares and anxieties fall away. Even the ones I didn't know I had. Sod it. I will relax, enjoy myself, and savor my time here. And enjoy the fact I don't have a fantasy I feel I need to fulfill.
She floated aimlessly around the pool, enjoying the unfamiliar feeling of the smooth water directly on her skin. So wrapped up in mindless nothing, she didn't hear Dylan approaching, until he spoke.
Mia choked, went underwater, and emerged cautiously, spluttering at the same time.
"Do I need to come and give you the kiss of life?" He hunkered down on his knees and held his hand out.
She shook her head. "No, you don't. You startled me. I thought you said this was totally private?" She sank as low as she could. No way did she want to put him off his dinner.
"It is. There's only you . . . and me here."
Damn it, that voice. Talk about instant orgasm. If he bottled it, he'd do a roaring trade.
Mia stared up at him. His trousers stretched over his thighs and across his stomach. She glanced at his cock and away again in a hurry. The bloody man had a hard on. Just by looking at her under the water? Pervert. I'm all blurry and wavy, surely? Mia had a quick glance down to reassure herself. She wasn't going to admit, she was wet from more than the pool water, and her skin tingled with arousal. Even her scalp itched in a good way.
Damn it. Here I am with the most interesting male I have met in a long time in close proximity, even if he is too young, and I'm under water, wet hair flapping around my face, because typically, I forgot to pin it up, with no clothes on, and all of my unimpressive bits sort of on show. I could never be a femme fatale, that's for sure. But he's hot to trot. Hmm. How do I get round this? She cleared her suddenly dry throat.
"Why did you say you were here?"

What do you think? Why not comment and tell me what you'd do if you got the chance to have a dream or fantasy come true (keep it clean now lol)

So I'm also going to tease you with book two in The Dance Studio series. Called Dance to a Different Beat, that's exactly what Jane and Sean do… Though as I keep saying… There's dancing and there is d a n ci n g…

Jane has a decision to make. Meet Sean and face her demons, or hide. Can she allow herself to let go enough to give this experienced Dom the submission he demands?
Jane has always made her own way in life, and the thought of giving up that control has scared her away once.
Sean is determined to show her that true submission is a joy, and not something to be feared. He is not prepared to lose her again.
As they face her fears, can they reach their full potential, or will those demons just prove too much to conquer?

And I'd better give you a tease here as well…

Sean firmed his lips and made himself stare without blinking. Jane's eyes widened, and she bit her lip. He concentrated on her outline, her lush curves and glorious red hair. He recognized why she'd tied it back. One paddle on the way, that's dissing the Dom a step too far. Even the newest newbie knew the whys and wherefores of what a potential Dom would want from them. Jane was far from that even if she chose not to practice. Her attire screamed defiance.
"Well?" she asked him once the silence had stretched to past whatever she though acceptable.
"You tell me. You came." Oops poor choice of words.  He was determined if he had any say in the matter she would though. More than once, and on his command.
Jane paled. What on earth had he said for her to have that reaction?
"Actually," she said so softly he had to bend forward to hear. "I haven't, not lately."
Sean was sure his mouth dropped open.
Her throat moved as she swallowed, and looked around wildly. She blinked and actually rubbed her eyes. "Where are we?"
He wondered when her brain would click into something other than her apprehension.
She licked her lips. "Home? Who's home?"
"Mine. Ours. Up to you."
She began to back away, and held her hand up as if to ward him off.
 What the fuck does she think I'm going to do? Grab her and force her?  Before he had a chance to say or do anything, she turned on her heels and was grabbing the door handle.

So a question … Hmmm this is set in Glasgow… Where do you think is Jane's favorite place to visit in the city?

Nosy links…

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…       (author page)

So that's a copy of each book for one commenter… comment away please…

1 comment:

  1. THanks for inviting me over Mik... I hope someone enjoys the books...