1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself? Hi, I'm Raven. I live in Scotland, on the edge of a forest with my long suffering husband and our two cats. Our kids have left the nest, so we rattle around in a house much too big for us. I have a special ability to ignore dust bunnies.
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time? Traveling, reading, listening to music and walking. (not all at the same time)
3. What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story? My routine is that I really don't have one. If I'm writing, I often get up early and write, I love dawn in the summer especially. But I can write anywhere. (long haul flights work really well for me)
4. Where do you get your ideas from? I honestly have no idea; they're just there hovering in my mind, until one shouts louder than the other.
5. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, what would be your favorite and why? Argh…I don't know. Wallflowers Don't Wilt, because it was the first one I had published, and with it I realized I'd found my voice, or Master because I found myself so involved with my characters, I worried I couldn't do their story justice.
6. Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about? I can write with a pencil between my toes.
7. Does any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination? Well as I write a lot of Regency that comes from imagination and research. My contemporaries are all imagination as well. I guess though there's a little bit of me in every book, and some real life, even if it isn't mine. The Baronet's Blackout Bombshell, which is based in WW2, is fiction, although the beginning of the book, where Chrissie and Kay are locked out of their lodgings is based on something that happened to my mum in the war.
8. Does your ‘muse’ have a name and if so what is his/her name? No name, I just write.
9. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing? One day I’d like to write a travel book, and a proper mystery. Those two dreaded words…one day…
10. Who are your favorite authors that are out now? Katie Fforde, Stephen Booth,
11. Who is your favorite female and male characters from your books and why? Female it has to be Adriana in a most Unusual Mistress, she is so determined to make sure she has everything that will make a hot and happy marriage. Male, at the moment it's Athol, who is a secondary character in Master. He's beginning to shout very loudly in my ear to write his story. He is funny, loyal and has so much more to him that anyone realizes. I think though when I write his story, just as when I wrote Master, it will really drain me.
12. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
Believing in yourself, and growing the necessary thick skin.
13. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
Write as you can, not as you think you should. Don't give up, every word you put down is a word nearer to your goal.
14. If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now? Retired, bored and eating even more chocolate.
15. What would be the perfect Romantic getaway?
Well anywhere with the person you love.
Well now that we got the question and answer out of the way…..why don’t you tell us about your latest story you have out now?
A Matter Of Faith, is a stand alone Regency story.
Leonora knew she'd wait for Justin to come home. She hadn't expected it to be so long or so fraught.
When Justin joined his regiment, and was sent to the continent, Leonora promised to wait for him to return. She didn't think it would take so long, or she'd have so many difficulties to face. Her life changes as she struggles to cope without Justin and keep his estate running.
With someone out to destroy all she holds dear, Leonora has to fight for her beliefs and her family, and hope they get the happy ever after they deserve.
Here's a wee teaser
Nora stood on tiptoes and let her tongue slip between his parted lips. As she tried to entice a response, Nora wondered just what a female had to do to make a man respond. She was not left in doubt for long.
“Nora, if you are earnest in these actions, we need to move. Into your...my...” His voice trailed off as she pulled his pantaloons down and uncovered his cock. With a mental prayer that she would not spoil the moment, she sucked his prick into her mouth and took very tiny unthreatening nips along its length. He tasted so good. Different—not rough and rigid as she expected, but soft and smooth with a core of iron. Perhaps also a hint of salt?
“Damn it, Nora, who has taught you such?” His voice was harsh, and his body trembled.
It was enough to cool her ardor. Hurt filled her that he should think such a thing, and she lifted her head to look at him, praying the pain his careless words had conjured up didn’t show in her eyes. Then, as she replayed his statement in her mind, her ever-ready temper was roused.
“No one, my Lord, except you, and if you think I have ever chosen to explore another’s body, well...” She was so angry her vocabulary deserted her. “Well, go to perdition. I will service myself as usual.” Her chest heaved and her head throbbed with the intensity of her emotions. How dare he think she had played him false? The only one to ever know her body was herself, shown how to—as she was told by a willing tweeny—scratch the itch. She scrambled to her feet, leaving his still hard cock rampant above his lowered pantaloons. Angry as she was, the sight continued to make her wet and wanting, and her mouth watered.
“So,” she said and tried to readjust her dress to cover herself. The soft material chafed her oversensitive nipples and she winced.
Justin caught her hands once more and held them immobile. Even half undressed as he was, his command was absolute. “No. Nora, you will not blow me off as is your want, along with all the poor unfortunates begging to worship at your feet. You want to fuck?” he asked, his eyes dark and unfathomable to her.
She did her best not to blanch at his crudity. She did, so why dissemble? Yes, she may prefer a little more finesse, but that was easily overcome if she was to experience Justin in the flesh and in her. Leonora knew it had to be him, just him. She nodded, and at his piercing gaze, her quim contracted and she shivered with anticipation.
“Then let us fuck.” Her dress was pulled roughly back over her body, the ties dangling down her back. With a swift tug, he adjusted his pantaloons to cover himself before he propelled her with more haste than panache along the corridor and through a door. The late afternoon air hit her skin and she shivered. Compared to this, the chill of the house was positively Mediterranean. Spring was perhaps not the best time to look alluring in a thin, untied, gown.
“Wha...” she spluttered and stopped trying to talk as he rested the palm of his hand over her mouth.
“Sh. Do you want each and every servant to know what we’re up to?”
Put like that, no she didn’t, but Nora thought she wouldn’t mind knowing what they were up to. Information was sadly lacking.
“I myself,” he said in a conversational manner, “would happily take you here, and let you scream your completion to the world. However, I value my cock and my balls, and would prefer them not to become my disembodied body parts. If Arthur got wind of our doings, I fear it may well be the outcome.”
Put like that, she didn’t want them separated from Justin either. Leonora nodded, and firmed her lips. He understood, and to her delight, dropped a swift kiss to her forehead.
“Good girl, now hold on.”
Before she was able to query his statement, she felt herself lifted as he swung her into his arms. The door slammed behind them, helped, she decided, by a kick from Justin, and then they were moving at a swift pace. Leonora gave herself up to the pleasure she experienced crushed against him. Her breasts were tender and her skin was a mass of tingling nerve ends. As each step added to the friction between their bodies, it was as if the materials covering them both did not exist.
She wriggled, and a sharp smack to her arse made her yelp.
“Why did you do that?” Mindful of his diktat for silence she whispered the words.
“For you would try the patience of a saint, Nora, and as you surely realize, there is no likelihood of canonization in my future. Now be still or it will be more than a gentle tap that I administer.”
Now why did that stark statement have her quivering, and set up a new strange feeling inside? Dare she ask? One look at his grim face decided for her—now was not the time.
I'm now getting rather excited about my next book, Nash's Niche. This is book four in the Regency series Behind Closed Doors, that I'm co-authoring will the fabulous Lee Brazil. They are all about the Brigstock family, and it's such fun to write them. Each book can be read as a stand alone, although you do get hints and little snippets about the others everywhere. The family are somewhat unusual to say the least. For instance Nash was supposed to become a cleric, but he decided to run a hunt instead, and Cecilia (Cecilia's Claim) is banished from London by her elder brother because of her outrageous behavior. Nash's Niche is due out in August, form Evernight Publishing.
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