Happy Saturday, peeps. If you're looking for a weekend read, stop right here and check out my bestie's latest instalment in her Naughty Forties series. Funny, hot, and a drool worthy hero to boot. Don't just take my word for it though. Check out what Raven and Quinn have to say.
I refrained from bringing my grandson a drum kit, or as his Grampy suggested, a train set, a drum kit and an electric guitar. It was the oh no you don’t from Doris that stopped me. Sometimes, mums are such killjoys.
I did bring large bars of chocolate, and liquorice laces though.
That apart it’s lovely to be back and chatting. I’ve not been able to get on the net much lately, so feel a bit out of the loop. Sadly I can’t even say it’s because I’ve done nothing but write. I’ve done lots of other things as well. (Including emptying rooms to rearrange furniture to have a water damaged ceiling replaced. Even Doris got roped in to help us there.) However, I have managed to get a book released. DeAnne’s Dilemma.
This is the second of my Naughty Forties books, and there’s got to be more. I so enjoy writing them. There’s something about ladies (and men) in their forties and above that gives you a bit more freedom to let them—or let them let you, let them...well read the books and find out.
To my joy and yeah, let’s be honest, amazement, I managed to get my hero to answered some questions. It sort of reads like a story in a story I guess.
Picks up mic, coughs, winces at noise and turns to the hot as hades bloke who is lounging in the chair opposite.
‘Thanks for coming, Quinn. Suppose you tell us a little bit about yourself and why you were happy to be my hero.’
Quinn crossed one leg over the other. Of course it stretched his jeans in a most satisfactory way. I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit I noticed just what the taut denim outlined lovingly. I mean, I might be happily married, but he’s famous, and I bet 90% of the population who have heard of him would be just the same.
‘It’s my pleasure, honey.’
Honey? Oh my. I’m a bit more than hot in the sweaty sense now. Even if he is taken.
‘Well, I guess it’s all down to a certain lady, who is my life. A lady who I lost due to my stupidity, and who when I met again I knew I’d never stopped loving. Never stopped wanting, and never stopped missing. It was like a part of my life was incomplete.’ He paused and sighed. ‘Typical man that I am, I wanted to shield my lady from all of life’s harms and worries, you know?
‘Which,’ he continued, ‘is bloody stupid. She’s no shy retiring flower to be protected from every little thing. She’s a beautiful strong gorgeous woman, who I should have confided in. That was we could have given each other strength. I should have remembered that.’ He shook his head. ‘No wonder she was pissed off with me.’
‘And now?’ I managed to clear my throat and speak. Seriously, I was choked up.
He grinned. That famous Quinn Botham sexy smile. The one that made women swoon and go home and jump their partners.
‘Now? Then now you have to read the book and see what happened.’
And with that, he stood up, kissed my hand and with a wave, went out of the room.
A wee tease...
DeAnne has never gotten over her separation from Quinn, so when she’s confronted with him at this wedding, feelings bubble to the surface for them both. It seems time can’t cool their attraction, but the questions that drove them apart still remain unanswered.
But this time DeAnne is going to fight for the man she loves, and woe betide anyone who gets in her way.
Together, Quinn and DeAnne will overcome all odds … won’t they?
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Quinn appeared next to me like a jack-in-the-box and swapped my half empty glass for a full one.
“You trying to get me drunk?”
He grinned and took a sip out of my old glass. “To have my wicked way with you? No need. And I hear half the wedding party knows that now?”
He tapped his teeth and mimed a zipping action. “My lips are sealed.”
“Well tell your source they gave out duff information. It was only about a tenth. And of those ten, two others are in the same boat.”
Tina, along with Miriam, Tavia, Nicole, and Michelle, who ran the local pub and coffee shop between them, had been loitering, to pull faces and make us laugh if necessary, we were told and cheered when Sandie and I owned up to our extracurricular activities. Tavia had shot her hand up in the air and waved it impatiently. “And me. I did, too.”
Blimey, there had been a lot of illicit fucking going on. I wonder where the others had found to go to do the deed. It might be a big house with a fair few nooks and crannies, but there were a hundred odd guests milling about. No doubt the next supper club would be all about “places I fucked and stuffed my skirt in my mouth to stop screaming when I came”. Great fun.
“What’s that expression in aid of?” Quinn asked as we were at last called to the top table to sit down and wait for the bride and groom to make their grand entrance. “Very enigmatic.”
It was? Blimey, that was the last thing you could usually say about me.
“I’m hungry,” I said. Well, it was true, but I chose not to say what for. Quails eggs or Quinn.
“Okay, have it your own way.” Quinn was all over amiable as he held out my seat.
I guess he was satisfied and sated, just like I was. I wondered if he was as horny and ready for round two as I was?
“So am I.” He winked. “But not for food.”
Down, girl. Remember whose day it is.
He took the seat next to me and stretched his long legs out, a stance which of course pulled the material of his trousers tight over his impressive bulge. I risked a swift second glance. Either he was budgie smuggling, or he was as up for it as I was. Up being the operative word. Well, he had said he was hungry but not for food. Who could I quiz over places for fumbles?
The fanfare—I kid you not, a fanfare on two bugles—sounded loud and long before I could think on that, and we all stood up and began to clap and cheer as Sandy and Alistair came in.
Both flushed and well, yes, you get the drift.
“More babies in nine months?” Quinn whispered as we all sat down again, and the waitrons began to serve more fizz.
“Who knows?” I went hot, cold, and hot again.
Shit, hell, and bloody booties. Who’s not on the pill and who didn’t even think of protection?
How not to feel hot horny and ready for another bout of hot, frantic sex.
DeAnne’s Dilemma is out now ready to be downloaded to an eReader near you...
Hope you enjoy it.
Love Raven xx