Happy Monday, peeps, and it most certainly is a good Monday, because I have the awesome Raven McAllan on my blog with her new release The Contract. She's holding a nifty little giveaway, too, so do make sure you leave her comment.
Take it away, Raven :-)
Ten things you might not know and should…
About me, my writing and The Contract
~The Contract is my sixth Romance on the Go story for Evernight Publishing.
~Its working title was A Plum Job, because it's Nikki Plummer's story and her hated nickname in the story is Plum.
~I discovered to my chagrin, that indeed someone could get into the yard of the villa we were staying in Barbados.
~Luckily I had my bikini on wink
~I love setting books in places I know and love.
~I might move a house around so the owners don't get people wanting to see inside where someone met someone and as in the words of a certain film dot…dot…dot…
~I never move immovable scenery around.
~As I wrote the story, I felt I was back in Barbados, and it was snowing at home, snigger
~I can't ride a motorbike like Nikki, but I wish I could.
~I have to have humor in my books.
~Hence the tease below
It was a false hope she hadn't seen the way he'd shifted in his chair. Or the way his body had altered the shape of his chinos.
"Down boy. I'm not on the menu."
Ruari swore his cheeks were the color of her dress. "Sorry, but I'm too tired to control my reactions. Luckily also too tired to act on them."
She giggled. "Don’t think you might wake them up. I've trained in self defense. Oh and contacted Mike at the hotel to get verification you're who you say you are. You pass the Mike-test. By the sound of it your passport photo makes you look like a cross between a young Pierce Brosnan, Daniel Craig, and someone called Smolley. That's according to Shanaia, who checked you in." She winked. "I reckon that is not a good mix, but each to their own."
Ruari spluttered and almost choked on a mouthful of coffee. "Good grief I hope not, I'd no doubt get all their bad bits."
"Do they have any?" Nikki sniggered. "I mean Pierce and Daniel as Mr. Bond? They could play their cards right and have me."
She shook her head. "Your guess is as good as mine there. No idea who he is but evidently, according to Shanaia, he's the best thing since sliced bread and what he can't do with his hands isn't worth mentioning. I told her not to mention what he could do with them either and she said I needed to open my mind and live. A scary thought if a guy named Smolley and his hands are involved." Nikki rolled her eyes and grinned.
It was too much. Ruari laughed out loud, spilled his coffee all over his cream chinos and choked.
Poor Ruari He's all damp in all the wrong ways,, and frankly he's in danger of 'burnt bits' snort
So how can Nikki help?
Hell’s bells, I hope he's not going to choke to death. Nikki stood up and thumped Ruari on the back until his choking slowed and stopped. His eyes were streaming, his chinos covered with best Jamaican brew, and he looked a mess. Her heart missed a beat and then raced. A gorgeous mess.
Oh glory, no. I do not want a complication like him in my life. No, no and NO. Damned if her heart ignored her and red hot, ‘oh my I wonder what if’, heat filled her. She ignored it as best she could. After all, hadn't he come to demand something of her and she had no idea what?
By the time Ruari's chest—a rather magnificent chest she judged even though it was covered in blue striped linen—stopped heaving, Nikki had her libido almost under control. Almost. She still had to admit he was a sight for sore eyes. And for an underused…she broke that train of thought off abruptly. She was not going to think of her lack of a sex life.
"I think maybe I'd best feed you. Food for the tummy not the soul." Nikki went into the kitchen, dampened a clean tea-towel and took it out to Ruari. "I'd say take them off and I'll shove them in a washer, but you'll need to wear a sheet or a towel if I do. I don't have any men's togs around."
"A sheet will do, I'm burning my bits off here." He dribbled the cool water from the tea-towel over his groin and sighed. "Better, much better."
She hadn't thought of that. "Then the bathroom is the third on the left. There's plenty of towels and I'll find a sheet."
Does she? Ah well you'll have to read the book to find out.
When Raven isn't sneaking chocolate to her grandson, and telling Doris it's a grandma's privilege, she sits in her study and procrastinates in the best possible way. Looking at the scenery and eating the chocolate that's left.
She's so very happy that she's able to spend her time writing (and procrastinating) about things and places she loves.
Luckily her long suffering husband is a dab hand at refilling the wine glass, and makes a mean curry.
Catch her on www.ravenmcallan.com
Oh and p.s. I almost forgot.
Raven has offered an ecopy oh one of her other Romance on the Go books for one commenter. Just tell us which is your favorite and why. Or which you'd like to read and why. You can check them out on Raven's web or on www.evernightpublishing.com