1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?
Hi this is Raven. I live in bonny (wet, dreich, midgified, green…add your own tag here lol) Scotland with my DH two cats and the local wildlife. The kids are grown up, and so apart from the odd 'Red Cross' parcel are sort of off our hands. Not that you ever stop worrying.
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
I walk most days with a friend and her dogs. We live on the edge of a forest, so it's ideal, and we both enjoy the different seasons.
3. What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story?
Ignore everything (except coffee and chocolate) and write. Look at the clock and groan. Do a mad dash to tidy the house and collapse in a heap when DH gets home. Twitch until I can get back to the M/s
4. Where do you get your ideas from?
I have no idea snickers they're just there.
5. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, what would be your favorite and why?
The one I'm currently writing, because it's uppermost in my mind.
6. Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about?
I can touch my nose with my tongue
7. Does any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?
The only one remotely based on anyone's real life experience that I know of is my WW2 story, The Baronet's Blackout Bombshell. My mum was locked out of her lodging and had to climb a wall. Although as I tell everyone, she did have her knickers on!
8. Does your ‘muse’ have a name and if so what is his/her name?
Nope sorry, I'm boring. I'm not sure if I have a muse. I have me, my imagination and my characters.
9. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
Mysteries. I've sort of written one, so maybe need to expand there.
10. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
Now that I'm not telling, there are so many, and I'm not going to upset anyone.
11. Who is your favorite female and male characters from your books and why?
Whoever I'm writing about at the time. Because they occupy my mind and are shouting loudest.
12. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
Sitting down and writing when you want to drink wine and eat chocolate. Discipline is essential.
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, and don't give up.
14. If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now?
Retired, reading and drinking wine.
15. What would be the perfect Romantic getaway?
Anywhere warm with DH. I'm lucky I've been to a lot of places I can't pick one out. Wherever we go next I guess.
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?
Bow to your Partner, A Dance Studio Series book, is available from
There's dancing and there is dancing. Mason is ready to move on; Callan is ready to play once more. Now they have to decide if the dance is right for them.
After Mason's husband died her interest in the lifestyle they had lived died with him. Until her meddling cousin sets her up with Callan Mackie.
Callan is a Dom without a sub, and moreover until hadn’t missed one. Until now that is. Mason hits all the right notes for him, and the chance to play with her isn’t to be missed, if she agrees.
The dance Studio provides the perfect venue to see if they can move to a new beat together and Mason will bow to her partner.
And A wee tease
Callan Mackie grinned as the feisty, black-haired virago spun round on her heels so fast, she nearly left her body behind. As it was, the big amber drops in her ears flipped out at right angles, and wisps of hair escaped the neat bun thing she'd secured them in. If she were his, he'd have great pleasure in taking the pins out, and running his fingers through the tresses. He'd bet his football season ticket that once loose, the strands would spill down her back and over her breasts to stop just above her clit and ass. The thought of seeing her like that, with nothing on but those heels—and maybe the earrings, which grazed the top of her shoulders—both scared and excited him. Damn his libido to choose now to come roaring back to life. He watched warily as she flexed her fingers. For a small woman, he reckoned she'd pack a punch and a half.
"What the— Is this guy for real?" she asked Marco and waved in Callan's direction. "You've got to be kidding me. It's not April Fools Day, and it's not trick or treat, what the hell are you playing at?" She looked from one to the other, and then settled her gaze on Callan.
Her fingernails were a deep red, which matched her lips and those heels perfectly. Callan expected the earrings to clash, but somehow they didn't. The facets caught the light and sparkled as she moved her head. Even that gentle movement made them swing against her cheeks, and he was amazed she didn't do herself or anyone else an injury with them. Maybe they were her secret weapon? He smothered a grin. I’d never live that one down. Marked by an earring.
He raised one eyebrow, and she blushed. The redness moved up from her neck, and over her cheeks and forehead. Where else might be a nice rosy shade? It was too much to hope to help the color into her skin by a nice simple spanking, or a little light flogging. The thought made his mouth water. He chuckled and her eyes sparkled.
"What's so funny, mate?" The Glasgow twang was overlaid by something he couldn't place, but he would. Italian? But Marco insisted she was all out Scottish. Something to puzzle over later.
Marco cleared his throat and touched her arm. She shrugged him off impatiently. "Stop it, Marco. I'm away."
"Er, Mason, honey, this is—"Callan interrupted Marco before he said something Callan preferred he didn’t. "Callan Mackie, Miss Andriacchi. Good evening." He held his hand out with a smile. What will she do now? She stared at him for a long moment, and then put her palm in his. The sting of electricity jolted him, even as she gasped and pulled her arm back.
Mason glared and rubbed her hands together. "Crappy trick," she said in a low voice. "I don't know why you did that, but for f-er there was no need. Look, if this evening is all one big joke, ha ha, and time to be off."
"Bratty sub." He couldn't help it. Something about her gave him the idea she fought her true self. His hands itched to tame her. No, not tame her, channel her feistiness and attention in a different way. I think she's lost somehow—and lost something. He grinned inwardly at his fanciful thoughts.
"In your dreams, mate." She moved backward and Callan stopped her with a word.
"Wait." To his amazement, although her eyes sparked, she did as he demanded. With a swift movement of his head, Callan indicated Marco should leave. If his companion decided to create a scene, and Callan hoped she wouldn't, not this sort of scene anyway, there was no reason for Marco to suffer the fall out. Already Callan’s body was taut with the indefinable what if. His cock showed the most interest it had in anything since Melody McFadden danced naked on the table at their university graduation.