“What the fuck was all that about?” he demanded,
trying to stand up straight. Alana didn’t respond, just stood and glared at
“Your crazy fucking wolf nearly caught me,” he
continued, trying to justify his aggression. He searched her eyes for an insight
to what she was thinking. He hadn’t meant to change on top of her, it just
Alana moved across the room to his pile of clothes. She
picked them up and threw them at him. “Deal with it,” she stated with such
coldness that he could feel the temperature in the room drop. Nick was suddenly
aware of his naked state as his clothes flew in his direction. His t-shirt,
being lighter, only made it halfway between them, whilst his jeans connected
with his feet. He scooped down to gather them from the floor, closing the gap
Alana turned on her heel and marched out the door into
the hallway. Nick followed after her, clothes still in hand.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he shouted after
her, as she started to climb the stairs.
“That’s none of
your business, Nick, just leave me alone.”
It hurt Nick that she didn’t even turn to face him as
she spoke. She just continued to run up the stairs. It wasn’t his house to just
follow her, but his gut assured him it was the right thing to do. He took the
stairs two at a time and closed the gap between them, just as she tried to
close her bedroom door in his face.
“Leave me alone!” He could hear the tears in her voice
and he pushed open her door with a little more force than he intended. She
jumped around as the door banged into the wall.
“Get out,” she screamed at him, but Nick refused. He
walked over to her slowly, his voice very calm and soothing.
“No.” Nick stopped right in front of her. The ice he
saw in her eyes before had been replaced by pain. Instinctively, he reached out
to touch her face, but she turned away from him. Gently, Nick turned her head
back to face him and he took another step closer to her. Their bodies met with
the rise of their chest as they breathed. The atmosphere was much calmer, as if
time itself was slowing down. Nick kept his gaze on Alana as he moved his face
closer to hers, her eyes slowly closing in response to his gesture. He waited a
moment to see if she would pull away, but she didn’t. Now he understood why she
got so upset. She was just as attracted to him as he was to her.
Their lips met, soft and lightly, as Alana took that
final step to close the gap between their bodies. Her hand caressed his chest
as Nick dropped his clothes on the floor and tangled his fingers into her hair.
“Alana,” he whispered as he pulled back, putting a
little thinking space between them. He knew his body, and finally having her in
his arms, stopping wasn’t going to be easy.
“I want this, Nick,” she answered, as she pulled off
her T-shirt to reveal smooth, silky skin. Nick’s gaze went directly to her
abundant breasts, encased in white lace. The feel of her body against his made
his erection more evident. Then Alana smiled nervously at him as she started to
unbutton her jeans. Impatience got the better of him as he pulled Alana against
his body. This time he kissed her deeper, putting his hands inside the
waistband of her jeans as he edged them down over her hips. Alana stepped out
of them as he fumbled with the back of her bra. It was when he started to pull
at it with force that Alana stepped back from him. As she raised her hands to
her breasts, Nick watched in shock, not quite sure what she was going to do.
He had never taken her for the “touch yourself” type,
yet here she was. He swallowed hard at the devilish smile on her face. Then she
undid the clasp at the front of her bra. With both hands reaching out for her
shoulders, Nick slowly pulled the straps down each arm, pulling her warmth back
to him as he did.
Naked, but for her matching white panties, Nick backed
her against the wall. He kissed her neck and cupped her breast, relishing the
sound of her sharp intake of breath as he teased her nipple between his
fingers. Then he kissed his way down to her breast as he helped himself to a
mouthful. Alana moaned as his teeth grazed her nipples and his long, hard
length pushed against her moist panties. She lifted one leg allowing him to
move against her as her breathing became deeper and irregular. The heat of
passion made their skin glisten as Alana gripped Nick’s hips and pulled them
They both moaned out as the tip of his shaft pushed
into her wetness slightly. Her panties prevented him from going deeper. She
rocked against him, her hands sliding over his chest and around his back before
they came to rest on his ass as she thrust against him harder and faster. Nick
couldn’t wait any more. He lifted her up and walked over to the bed. With her
legs wrapped tightly round his waist, he crawled along the bed before laying
her down on her back. He pulled out of her as he leaned back, his hands sliding
down her body to guide her panties down her legs.
His face stopped at her neatly shaven mound. Nick
lowered his head and licked between her swollen lips, tasting her arousal as he
sucked her nub into his mouth. He felt Alana’s fingers grip at his hair on
either side of his head as she squirmed and moaned beneath him. He drove his
tongue into her again as he lapped at her juice.
Hello, it has been a very busy week here. Today I have another treat for you. Jorja Lovett has a new release. Book two of the Department Store. I read the first one so am already looking forward to reading this new one. What to know more? Well then I best hand you over to the lovely Jorja herself.
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Take one younger man, add some
illicit outdoor sex, and Maggie Fenton is inclined to forget she’s the oldest
cosmetics girl at Kelsey’s Department Store.
From the outside, it looks as though Maggie Fenton has it all. The
glamorous head of the cosmetics department lives a life of luxury, but money
definitely hasn’t bought her happiness. In reality, she’s married to a serial
cheat who has made her life a misery for over a decade. With her husband
chasing younger women, and her teenage co-workers’ catty comments ringing in
her ears, Maggie’s resigned herself to being on the scrap heap. Until Jonah
Hamilton puts temptation in her way and reminds her she’s still a red-blooded
Commitment is a four letter word as far as Jonah is concerned. He has no
intention of settling down when he has the whole world at his feet. The only
reason he takes a summer job at Kelsey’s is to fund his travels. Well, that,
and the sexy older woman he can’t help flirting with over the makeup counter.
Maggie soon becomes a good friend and someone who shows him how good love can
The chemistry between them is undeniable but is a fling enough to
satisfy their desires, or is it simply the start of something bigger?
Jonah blinked as Maggie disappeared out of
the door faster than an alcoholic to a free bar. Her husband had really done a
number on her for her to have such low confidence. Her self-esteem was so
fragile, one joke had shattered it to smithereens. He couldn’t let her leave
like that, thinking such despicable thoughts about herself. And him.
He left the rest of his pint to give
chase. He didn’t know why it mattered so much that someone he hardly knew was
upset, but he didn’t want to part with her on bad terms.
I’m such a dick.
He dodged through the crowd, cursing
himself. Any other sober, conscious of other people’s feelings dumbass would’ve
realized she needed that reassurance her husband couldn’t give her. Instead,
he’d laughed, convinced that the funny, warm, gorgeous woman with him would
realize how daft she was being. Perhaps he’d been too cautious about letting
his true thoughts about her be known.
All he’d done was to confirm her
suspicions that she was nothing more than a has-been, when, in his experience,
she was the most grounded, deeper than a fish pond, natural goddess he’d met in
a long time.
He barged the heavy wooden doors open to
see the smokers gathered outside in the last of the evening sun. With no sign
of Maggie, he knew he’d blown it. Away from the cloud of smoke clogging his
lungs, he scanned up and down Great Victoria Street. Among the student crowd,
the young professionals and the theater-goers, he spotted her hot-footing it
away, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
He sprinted after her, not really caring
who he knocked out of his path, but apologizing anyway. “Excuse me. Sorry.
Her steps slowed as she approached the
traffic lights, giving him time to cover the distance between them. Before she
could put her foot out onto the road, he grabbed her elbow and yanked her back.
“What the hell?” She stiffened, probably
ready to batter her assailant with the handbag she was gripping like a deadly
weapon. Only when she saw his face did she stop resisting.
With grim determination, he pulled her
back the way she had come, not saying a word.
“Jonah? What’s going on? I need to go
home.” The tone of her voice varied from loud, outright panic to quiet
resignation. It only succeeded in driving him on in his quest.
When they reached the pub again, he dodged
down the alleyway at the side. They didn’t need an audience. He pushed Maggie
up against the wall, careful not to hurt her, but with enough force to stop her
running again. He caged her between his body and the brick building. As she
worried her bottom lip with her teeth, Jonah leaned down to catch it and draw
it back out. She was soft and pliant, and her gentle scent intoxicated him
With a point to prove, he kissed her hard,
plunging his tongue into her mouth to taste her sweetness and claim it for
himself. Ordinarily, such an audacious move might’ve deserved a slap or a knee
to the balls. Either would’ve been worth it. Instead, she went limp beneath
him, submitting immediately.
He stepped back. “That is how you make me
feel. How you should be kissed.”
Christ, the way she had responded to it
made it a double sin that someone didn’t do that to her frequently.
Maggie stared back at him, her brow
furrowed and her kiss-swollen lips parted and waiting. Beer or no beer, a
certain part of his anatomy sat up to say hello.
Both he and Maggie stared silently at one
another. Deep down Jonah knew he should be the one to walk away this time. He’d
made his point. She was attractive and he fancied her. She could file that away
for future reference the next time her husband went MIA. Jonah lingered on her
moist lips a while longer.
“Do it again,” he could have sworn she
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Fate has cruelly
torn them apart through the centuries…
and unparalleled love will bring them together a final time.
Through numerous reincarnations, Jade
Jacome has adored one man. His love for her has repeatedly led to her murder,
always on the same day and time. Jade’s scientific research proves this is
their final rebirth, her last chance to outwit destiny and fulfill their
passion. Against a backdrop of Brazil’s lushly decadent Carnaval, Jade has
forty-eight hours to meet and tempt her lover, now known as Patrick Kane, then
break fate’s deadly pattern.
Irresistibly drawn to Rio, Patrick
senses Jade’s yearning that matches his. Seeing her again, time stops. Though
they’ve never met in this life, he feels their connection, and that she’s in
danger because of him. Baffled and unsettled, Patrick resists his attraction to
Jade to keep her safe.
In a contest of wills and shameless
seduction, Jade must gamble all, even her life, before the anniversary of their
first separation or risk losing Patrick forever.
His dream happened without warning. A
voice in it murmured, Prisa. Hurry. Tenemos tiempo tan poco. We have so
In his dream, a pulse beat crazily on
the side of his throat. He worked his tongue around his mouth, which was
uncomfortably dry and sour, no doubt from the booze he’d drunk. Glancing around
for a glass of water, Patrick realized he was in the hotel’s frontal rooms, his
naked feet clammy against the highly polished floor.
No guests milled about, leaving the area
strangely deserted. A haunting tune came from the piano, something ancient with
a Spanish lilt, though no one sat on the bench and played.
He looked down. A whisper of air, akin
to a lover’s sigh, ruffled the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck. He
pushed his fingers over his skin then through his hair, while he searched.
Sensing someone watching, he looked
over. The music grew louder, frantic, resembling animal squeals. A sudden wind
rustled the tropical plants, their swishing leaves seeming to hiss hurry.
He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.
Beneath the arched walkway, he saw her.
She stood in the light that poured from
the crystal chandelier, not moving or speaking, her face unnaturally shadowed
masking her features. Even so, he imagined her eyes widened in wonder and
renewed hope. The kind a wife shows her husband when he returns home alive from
an endless, vicious war.
Chestnut hair, thick and shiny, fell in
gentle waves to her narrow waist. Every inch of her caramel-colored skin was
exposed. Her areolas puckered beneath his hungry scrutiny, making the tips seem
even longer and harder, intensifying the soft swell of her breasts. Her hips
flared gently above her lush thighs. Dark curls covered her mound.
Dazed with desire, he knew without
question that her hidden folds were thick and wet, ready for his cock.
She inhaled deeply, her rounded belly
quivering in response. Three moles circled her navel. He recalled tonguing
those precious spots, the salty taste of her skin, its velvety smoothness.
His inertia broke. He ran toward her
only to stop as she drifted back, the shadows lifting from the bottom of her
face. Her mouth formed a startled O. Arms outstretched, she clawed the air
trying to reach him.
have so little time,
her voice whispered in his mind.
His heart twisted in panic. He bolted
toward her, his naked toes gripping the slippery floor, his neck knotting as he
strained to reach her hand.
“Prisa!” she cried in Castilian. An
invisible force moved her away from him through the halls of the hotel and up
On the third floor landing, he caught
her wrist, shocked at its iciness. Her skin was so cold it stung, as though it
belonged to a corpse.
Frantically, he wrapped his arms around
her, warming her with his body, hands, mouth. She shivered in his embrace. He
buried his fingers in her silken hair and tasted tears on her cheek. Brackish.
“Never leave me,” she cried, rubbing her
cheek against his, her smooth skin a stark contrast to his stubble. Pressing
her mouth to his ear, she hushed warm air, proving she was alive. She begged,
“Promise me you’ll never go.”
He’d die first.
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created specifically for Lush Velvet
Nights, and two of her titles (The
Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received
an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different
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She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story
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Hello again, thanks so much for stopping by. Today I have the very talented raven McAllan taking over, to tell you all about her latest book and how it all came about.
Hi Jessica, thank you for letting me take over.
What made me decide to write a series about a BDSM book set in a Scottish Castle? I have no idea.
I think it's partly because I love the country I live in—well apart from the midges. They're not nick-named the scourge of Scotland for nothing. The scenery is lovely, we can have four seasons in an hour, let alone a day or a year, and the accents are great.
Not that far from where I live is an old ruined castle, and I decided if it was rebuilt, it would be the perfect place for my Club.
Then I let my imagination run riot as I designed the newly built castle in my mind. (Well I did want to be an architect once upon a time)
Diomhair. That's Gaelic for secret, and as each book revolves around a secret, and the series has a secret running through it, I decided it was an apt name for the series and the castle.
I love being able to place a story somewhere I know. It's fun to imagine the story unfolding in places I've walked and enjoyed. And of course as I type it brings back all sorts of memories. No not of me doing what I'm writing, but of the place itself. And I do giggle when I imagine a BDSM club in this particular place. It wouldn't happen. That's one great facet of writing. This is my story, and I'm writing it as I want to. Okay, no that's not really right. I'm writing as my muse and characters dictate.
I'll hold my hands up though, and say I do often switch places around. After all not many people want to know there house/village/castle is featured in an erotic book. Or get the wink wink, nudge nudge, "that's what you get up to then," comments
Although Diomhair is a series, each book can be read as a stand alone, which is how I like to write. After all I don't want you not to read this because you haven't read book one.
In Secrets Uncovered, which the second book in the series, it's Kath who has the secret, and once she shares it with Jeff, her Dom, her life changes.
This is the cover:
Here's the blurb…
Convincing a Dom that pregnancy doesn’t mean the end of all play can take some doing. Kath is horny and determined, but what does Jeff think?
Pregnancy should be the happiest time of your life. What’s a sub to do, however, when her Dom won’t touch her? Kath can’t understand why Jeff is being so difficult. After all, she’s pregnant, not ill, and she’ll combust with sexual frustration if she can’t seduce Jeff into play.
Jeff can’t help but worry over Kath’s health. It doesn’t matter what anyone, including the doctor, says about sex being okay, his mind tells him otherwise. It’s his duty to protect his sub, even if he’s giving himself blue balls in the process. He’ll do anything to keep her and their baby safe.
With the two of them at an impasse, tension runs high, especially when the future of Diomhair is threatened by an unknown enemy.
As they pull together to secure their home, and their workplace, can they also resolve their personal problems, or does pregnancy spell the end of their Dom/sub relationship?
Poor Kath, she's up against one kick-add determined Dom… But she's a strong woman. So to find out what happen you need to read the book. But here's an excerpt to tease you.
It looked like the condom gremlins might have been at work, but when? There hadn’t been any occasion lately when as Jeff so poetically put it, ‘this raincoat isn’t fit for purpose’. Pregnant? Surely not. Along with marriage it was in the ‘yeah maybe one day file’, not the ‘for immediate attention’ one.
He sponged her forehead. “Okay now?”
Kath nodded. “I think so. Once I’ve cleaned my teeth and used the mouthwash.”
He scowled. “I said that fish smelled fishy.”
Kath giggled, and he looked sheepish as he put toothpaste on her brush and handed it to her. She took it gratefully, pleased to be able to freshen her breath and not feel as if she was twenty and experiencing the after effects of a boozy night out at uni. Jeff waited until she’d finished and lifted her into his arms. His cock bounced under her ass, and she smiled. He might think it was all over, but his prick didn’t. There’s hope yet then. She remembered Jeff’s last statement and sniggered.
“Duh, bad pun, hon.”
“Yeah well, you know what I mean. Okay, pet, bed and a drink of water. Will you be all right if I go to tidy up the playroom?” He tucked her under the duvet as if she were a child. It was both comforting and annoying.
“Of course. But, well…” Kath looked up at his cock still hard with tiny droplets of pre-cum coating it. “We haven’t finished.”
“Oh yes we have. I can cope for once.”
“Oh, well, good for you, but what about me?” She sounded like a petulant child. Kath, was wet, horny and wanted to come hard and fast, and it made her irritated. Yes, she acknowledged, in their scene it wouldn’t have happened like that. However, deprived of the scene, she needed those feelings to overwhelm her and let her forget what she’d missed. Kath ignored the fact she’d tried to cry red. There was a reason for that.
Jeff raised one eyebrow, all Dom and all dominant, and Kath shivered. She loved that masterful ‘I know what’s best’ side of him, but at that moment she wished he’d sat on it. She needed to come, and if he wouldn’t fuck her, then bugger it, she’d do it herself.
“You can wait, it’ll do you good, pet. None of this bratty attitude now, please.”
It seemed he understood her expression.
“Not when I can’t give you the punishment it merits. Not unless you want me to remember and add it to the one you deserve for scaring me senseless and then me having to wait as well?” He grinned. Kath knew that grin. Wicked, evil and plotting summed it up nicely. Under any other circumstances, her brat-level would increase, just to see what creative punishment he’d come up with. Not tonight though. She gave a weak smile.
“Sorry, Sir.” She loved Jeff in everyway possible, and to call him Sir gave her a delicious thrum deep inside her. He was her Master, and without him, her life would be colourless and bland.
He kissed the tip of her nose, and Kath wriggled said orifice. His touch tickled and she knew that was one reason he did it.
“Ah, love, I’m cruel to be so stern, and you so ill. Try and sleep. I’ll be back as soon as I’ve cleaned up. If you’ve been good, I might give you a little treat.”
“A climax?” Kath asked drowsily. She felt as drained as if they’d scened in the club. Dimly she heard Jeff chuckle.
“Maybe a cuddle.” He untied the ribbon from her ponytail and stroked her hair back from her face in a loving gesture.
Secrets Uncovered, Diomhair book two, is available from
To celebrate, I've got one copy of Secrets Shared Diomhair book one to give away to one commenter. Just put what you think, in your opinion is the most important quality a Dom should have. You can check it out on https://www.totallybound.com/secrets-shared or www.ravenmcallan.com