Hi Michaela, thanks
for inviting me over. I bear gifts. Gluten free, home made chocolate orange
buns and er well cookies and wine.
(MR: ta chomp chomp, slurp!)
As Master hits your
shelves, okay then eReader, okay then sigh whichever site you're
perusing, I hope the blurb and excerpt catch your eye.
(MR: Ohh hello Sir!)
Giggle and I hope Caden
catches your… Oops, mouth zipped…
This story didn't
start out to be how it ended. When I first got san inkling that Anna needed to
look back before she could move on, I never expected over 50k worth of words. I
thought it was short story, and she'd be able to sort herself out without a lot
of trouble.
Er no, and I'm so
happy she let me be with her every step of the way…
Of course, I made sure
I got Caden's side of their story as well…
If I show you the
blurb, it might give you a hint of their problems.
Cade and Anna are both
caught in the same nightmare...
When Anna ran from
Cade fifteen years ago, his pride stopped him from going after her, but he had
never forgotten his wife and sub.
When he finds her
again at a BDSM club in Glasgow, he is determined to get answers.
Anna ran from Cade,
convinced she cannot be the sub he needs. Plagued by nightmares her only way to
cope is to reject her need to submit.
When she is forced to
confront her fears, can Cade and Anna find common ground, or is the nightmare
simply going to continue?
****
You get the gist? It
was never going to be an easy story to tell, and I laughed and cried as I wrote
it. Silly…maybe, but then I thought, well if it makes me so involved and caught
up in their problems that's got to be good eh?
Here's a wee tease…
Master Excerpt
She stopped speaking
again. Bloody hell, we'll be here for a
week come Tuesday if she doesn't get a move on. Cade held his tongue. He'd
wait for a while.
"Um, okay, I've
done a lot of thinking. And I know now, that it wasn't everything we did that I
hated. In fact, quite a lot made me more than hot and bothered." She
giggled, and Cade saw the younger woman she'd been, before she sobered
suddenly. "And a lot made me feel sick. It's sorting out which is which
that's difficult. Will you help me?"
She stared at him, and
his body tensed as if he was waiting for a blow. That was stupid. It was Di …
no, Anna, for goodness sake.
"Anna, love, I'd
be proud to. Tell me what you need, what you want, and how I can serve."
His choice of words
made her giggle—or something did. Yeah,
that'll be the day. "Okay, I need to try to see what I can do. No
worse than that. Oh hell, Cade, I need to see what would satisfy you.
Therefore." She took a deep breath, and Cade watched as perspiration
dotted her brow. "Um, I want … will you do things?"
How the hell could he
answer that? "What sort of things, love?"
Anna nibbled her nail. Cade forced himself not
to grab her hands and demand she stop. This had to be her show.
"Well." She
tucked her head to one side, something he remembered her doing when she was
deep in thought. "Will you handcuff me and make me come?" she asked
in a hurry, her words tumbling over each other. "I bloody loved that."
He waited to see if
she would say anything else. She didn't, so it was all up to him.
"If I do that for
you, what else?"
She stared at him like
a rabbit caught in a trap. "How do you mean?"
"If I handcuff
you, how do you want me to make you come?"
It was obvious she
hadn’t thought that far. Anna stared at him and licked her lips. "I don't
understand. I mean you'll make me come."
Cade closed his eyes
so she wouldn't see his frustration. "Oh I understand that. But in what
way? Tied? Over a bench, blindfolded? Making
you fuck yourself? You need to be more explicit, Anna. I don't know at which
point the 'I loved it' became the 'I hated it'. If I'm to help you here, I need
a little bit of direction."
Anna looked startled.
"But you're the Dom. Don't you tell me?"
Oh
shit.
"If I do, love,
we might not get any further. What I want could perhaps be three steps too far.
So you tell me. Do I shackle your handcuffs? What do you want?" He paused
took out a bottle of water from his desk drawer and had a swig of water. "This time, let's assume there's no Dom
and no sub and only a beautiful lady asking her man to play." Would she go
for that?
Anna wandered around
the room, not really looking at anything, but he could sense her mind whirling.
Then she stopped dead, swiveled, and walked to stand in front of him.
"If I cry
‘red’?" she demanded. "What then?"
"Then we stop.
I'm past trying to persuade you. What I want here is secondary, I reckon. You
know what I want. We need to work out what I need." Who the hell knew if
that chasm could be breached? It seemed as unlikely as snow in the Sahara. Cade
stopped talking. "It's up to you, love. We need to see what you want to
give as well. I'm happy to follow your lead for now. But we both know, for me
to meekly sit back and watch as you destroy anything we might have is so not
going to happen. I want to fill you, bind you to me with more than physical
ties, and hear you cry out for me. Can you cope with that?"
He watched her go
through the colors of the rainbow on her skin, and swallowed. Hell’s bells, she does that a lot, and it
sends my body to high alert. Promises, promises.
"Can you,
love?" He pressed her for an answer, because he had to know. His skin was
so tight that he thought if she touched it she'd bounce.
God almighty, even the
air held its breath. It was getting to be a habit.
Slowly, Anna nodded.
"I need to try. Hell, Cade, I love you, and I want you. Whether that's
enough, who knows? But really, honestly, I want to try. So can we?"
His heart swelled, and
he wanted to punch the air. Yes!
"I reckon so,
love. I reckon so. Now, if I say assume the position, just for me, can you?
Will you?"
Ana smiled, the enticing smile of a siren home
from the sea. With a graceful movement, she knelt in front of him, put her
hands behind her back and dipped her head.
"Oh, I
reckon…" The muscles in her neck moved convulsively. "Well, I reckon.
Yes, Sir."
Cade thought all his
birthdays had come at once. Surely, surely this was a good start. He hardly
dared look at Anna in case he saw desperation or negativity on her face.
Come
on, act the part. Look and help her, that's your remit. You're a bloody Master,
for goodness’ sake, so be one. Cade gave himself a minute to collect his thoughts
before he turned to the woman who kneeled in front of him. As he watched, a
faint tremor shuddered through her. So she wasn't really comfortable. That
little movement made him stiffen his resolve. He would push and prod, and see
if they could come up with a compromise.
Now if that hasn't
made you feel or both of them? ER well, I just hope it has…
And if you're so
interested that you want to purchase the book, it's available from www.evernightpublishing.com
Amazon, ARe and Bookstrand
And if like me you
want to be nosy about an author, here's my 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…
https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan (my page)
https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan (author
page)
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