Happy Thursday, peeps. Hope you're having a great day. It's always fun when Raven comes to visit. She had a brand new release yesterday, so, naturally, I had to grab her to tell us all about it. So, without further ado, I give you the lovely Raven. Do leave her a comment and tell her what you thought. One lucky person will get book one in this series.
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Sometimes I do wonder about me.
I'm writing this at 2 a.m., as what I wanted to write woke me up and I couldn't get back to sleep.
Sadly by the time I'd admitted defeat on the sleep front, got out of bed, found something warm to wrap up in and made coffee, I'd forgotten my amazing idea. (Yes I know coffee in the middle of the night won't help me get back to sleep but nor will niggling ideas for blogs, pesky characters etc)
Memo to self, next time don't fight it, get up straight away, write at least some notes to jog my memory, go back to sleep.
Anyway, I do know I'm going to share some snippets and inside information about The Author's Challenge, Jenissa and Rob.
1, At school, Jenissa once hit Rob with an eraser in his eye when he called her "Killer Queen'. And sang the song to her—badly. Now she says she sees it as a compliment.
2, Jenissa would love to be able to sky dive but for some unknown reason the only time she tried she began to shift mid air and daren't try again.
3, Jenissa hates chewing gum, it gives her hiccups.
4, Rob says his claim to fame is that he can touch his nose with his tongue.
6, His favorite type of jam is blackcurrant, and he hates strawberry. Jenissa doesn't like Raspberry Jam as the seeds get stuck between her teeth.
7, Jenissa will never wear yellow.
8, Rob's favorite place to sit is on a cushion next to Jenissa's feet.
9, Rob's whistle makes all the dogs in the area howl and Jen come running.
10, They both love scotch eggs, but hate cold, hard boiled eggs by themself.
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Sometimes I do wonder about me.
I'm writing this at 2 a.m., as what I wanted to write woke me up and I couldn't get back to sleep.
Sadly by the time I'd admitted defeat on the sleep front, got out of bed, found something warm to wrap up in and made coffee, I'd forgotten my amazing idea. (Yes I know coffee in the middle of the night won't help me get back to sleep but nor will niggling ideas for blogs, pesky characters etc)
Memo to self, next time don't fight it, get up straight away, write at least some notes to jog my memory, go back to sleep.
Anyway, I do know I'm going to share some snippets and inside information about The Author's Challenge, Jenissa and Rob.
1, At school, Jenissa once hit Rob with an eraser in his eye when he called her "Killer Queen'. And sang the song to her—badly. Now she says she sees it as a compliment.
2, Jenissa would love to be able to sky dive but for some unknown reason the only time she tried she began to shift mid air and daren't try again.
3, Jenissa hates chewing gum, it gives her hiccups.
4, Rob says his claim to fame is that he can touch his nose with his tongue.
6, His favorite type of jam is blackcurrant, and he hates strawberry. Jenissa doesn't like Raspberry Jam as the seeds get stuck between her teeth.
7, Jenissa will never wear yellow.
8, Rob's favorite place to sit is on a cushion next to Jenissa's feet.
9, Rob's whistle makes all the dogs in the area howl and Jen come running.
10, They both love scotch eggs, but hate cold, hard boiled eggs by themself.
Blurb…
Jenissa Wolfe is in love with her best friend’s brother. A man who seems to live in the books he writes. Even if he was to notice her, how do you explain that you’re a Domme. Needing to be in charge is as important to Jenissa as breathing, not to mention the small fact that she is also a wolf shifter, and has mind reading abilities, among other things.
Rob Mackintosh yearns to give up control to the right person. When Jenissa, the very woman inhabiting his erotic dreams, admits she is a Domme and interested in him, he cannot believe his luck.
As they explore their dynamics Rob falls hard for his ma’am.
His love is put to the test however, when he learns of the secrets Jenissa has been keeping from him.
Can he forgive his ma’am and move on, or is that the true challenge?
And a wee tease…
My name is Jenissa.” She leaned forward, took hold of his collar to pull him even closer and whispered in his ear. “Or Mistress. Take your pick.”
Mistress? What the…Really? Rob stared at her and wondered if he’d heard right. Why did the way she said that word make his mouth dry and his cock hard?
“Mistress?” He had to pick on that work. It conjured up such interesting and scary pictures in his mind, thoughts he daren’t dwell on or dissect. “And do you always wear that color stuff on your nails?”
She stared at him. “Oh, you say that so nicely—not.”
He glared back, but persisted. “What’s with the Mistress stuff?”
She shook her head. “Forget it. So not your thing.”
“Jenissa,” he said in as firm a tone as he could manage. It was harder than he thought. With one word, one word of eight letters, she’d tilted his world in its axis and he had no idea how to straighten it. Or if he wanted to.
“Mistress?” He shook his head to clear the thoughts that were filling his mind with hot, erotic pictures. Of him naked on his knees in front of her. Of her holding a flogger and stroking him with it before…No, for fuck’s sake, no. Not now. “As in? Ah, no, never mind. Red cla—nails. Forget that as well. Er, should we go in before they think we’re up to something.”
“Coward.” She smiled, and it wasn’t joyful or happy. It tore at Rob’s heart. Why did she look as if he’d given her a death threat? For that matter, why did she seem different?
“Jen…Jenissa, what on earth is wrong?” He put his arms around her and was surprised at the pulsing heat that radiated out of her body and onto his skin. “Do you have a fever?”
“Yeah, I guess you could call it that.” She ducked under his arms. “I’m fine. I’m fed up, and if possible, I want to talk to you.”
“We are talking.” Nevertheless, the way she looked at him—considering, thoughtful and a little as if she could read his mind—made him wonder if his jeans could contain his prick without it breaking out and waving hello. He wished he could do a little adjustment without her noticing, but knew it wasn’t possible. Rob was resigned to having zipper marks up the length. “What’s up?” Apart from my dick.
“Nothing of interest.” She stared at his cock and, then to his amazement and discomfort, ran her fingers up its length over his jeans. Her nails dug in, just enough for him to feel the pressure through the denim. It reminded him of the feel of that claw on his chest. A hot, cum-inducing sensation. It almost made him come there and then. That instant reaction was unusual.
“But I maybe could be persuaded.”
Before he had a chance to dissect her statement and reply, Ari appeared. “Are you two coming in, or shall I pass your dinner to you here?” She looked from one to the other and obviously picked up on the tension. “Ah, er, do you want to come for dinner tomorrow instead?”
They sprang apart and Ari chuckled. “Too late was the cry. But now that you’re not held together by an invisible string, do you think you can come in and reassure Jacob you’ve not killed each other, or worse?”
“Worse?” Rob asked.
“You’ll see,” Ari said cryptically. “Now come on in and do all the godparent-y, relatives-to-be-and-such stuff.”
“Sure.” Jenissa grabbed his arm. “We’d love to.” Her tone dared Rob to differ.
He nodded. “Of course.” Did he really hear her say, “good boy”?
Ari turned back inside and Jenissa leaned close to him. Her perfume teased his senses and her breath tickled his skin. “Well, you might be. A good boy. Shall we find out, later?” She walked passed him and left him standing on the doorstep.
He did adjust his prick into a more comfortable position before he followed her.
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Hope you enjoyed the tease.
I have one copy of the first book in the series, The Alpha's Challenge to give away, chosen from anyone who comments.
www.bookstrand.com/the-authors-challenge
find out about me on
www.ravenmcallan.com
Happy Reading,
Love R x
Jenissa Wolfe is in love with her best friend’s brother. A man who seems to live in the books he writes. Even if he was to notice her, how do you explain that you’re a Domme. Needing to be in charge is as important to Jenissa as breathing, not to mention the small fact that she is also a wolf shifter, and has mind reading abilities, among other things.
Rob Mackintosh yearns to give up control to the right person. When Jenissa, the very woman inhabiting his erotic dreams, admits she is a Domme and interested in him, he cannot believe his luck.
As they explore their dynamics Rob falls hard for his ma’am.
His love is put to the test however, when he learns of the secrets Jenissa has been keeping from him.
Can he forgive his ma’am and move on, or is that the true challenge?
And a wee tease…
My name is Jenissa.” She leaned forward, took hold of his collar to pull him even closer and whispered in his ear. “Or Mistress. Take your pick.”
Mistress? What the…Really? Rob stared at her and wondered if he’d heard right. Why did the way she said that word make his mouth dry and his cock hard?
“Mistress?” He had to pick on that work. It conjured up such interesting and scary pictures in his mind, thoughts he daren’t dwell on or dissect. “And do you always wear that color stuff on your nails?”
She stared at him. “Oh, you say that so nicely—not.”
He glared back, but persisted. “What’s with the Mistress stuff?”
She shook her head. “Forget it. So not your thing.”
“Jenissa,” he said in as firm a tone as he could manage. It was harder than he thought. With one word, one word of eight letters, she’d tilted his world in its axis and he had no idea how to straighten it. Or if he wanted to.
“Mistress?” He shook his head to clear the thoughts that were filling his mind with hot, erotic pictures. Of him naked on his knees in front of her. Of her holding a flogger and stroking him with it before…No, for fuck’s sake, no. Not now. “As in? Ah, no, never mind. Red cla—nails. Forget that as well. Er, should we go in before they think we’re up to something.”
“Coward.” She smiled, and it wasn’t joyful or happy. It tore at Rob’s heart. Why did she look as if he’d given her a death threat? For that matter, why did she seem different?
“Jen…Jenissa, what on earth is wrong?” He put his arms around her and was surprised at the pulsing heat that radiated out of her body and onto his skin. “Do you have a fever?”
“Yeah, I guess you could call it that.” She ducked under his arms. “I’m fine. I’m fed up, and if possible, I want to talk to you.”
“We are talking.” Nevertheless, the way she looked at him—considering, thoughtful and a little as if she could read his mind—made him wonder if his jeans could contain his prick without it breaking out and waving hello. He wished he could do a little adjustment without her noticing, but knew it wasn’t possible. Rob was resigned to having zipper marks up the length. “What’s up?” Apart from my dick.
“Nothing of interest.” She stared at his cock and, then to his amazement and discomfort, ran her fingers up its length over his jeans. Her nails dug in, just enough for him to feel the pressure through the denim. It reminded him of the feel of that claw on his chest. A hot, cum-inducing sensation. It almost made him come there and then. That instant reaction was unusual.
“But I maybe could be persuaded.”
Before he had a chance to dissect her statement and reply, Ari appeared. “Are you two coming in, or shall I pass your dinner to you here?” She looked from one to the other and obviously picked up on the tension. “Ah, er, do you want to come for dinner tomorrow instead?”
They sprang apart and Ari chuckled. “Too late was the cry. But now that you’re not held together by an invisible string, do you think you can come in and reassure Jacob you’ve not killed each other, or worse?”
“Worse?” Rob asked.
“You’ll see,” Ari said cryptically. “Now come on in and do all the godparent-y, relatives-to-be-and-such stuff.”
“Sure.” Jenissa grabbed his arm. “We’d love to.” Her tone dared Rob to differ.
He nodded. “Of course.” Did he really hear her say, “good boy”?
Ari turned back inside and Jenissa leaned close to him. Her perfume teased his senses and her breath tickled his skin. “Well, you might be. A good boy. Shall we find out, later?” She walked passed him and left him standing on the doorstep.
He did adjust his prick into a more comfortable position before he followed her.
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Hope you enjoyed the tease.
I have one copy of the first book in the series, The Alpha's Challenge to give away, chosen from anyone who comments.
www.bookstrand.com/the-authors-challenge
find out about me on
www.ravenmcallan.com
Happy Reading,
Love R x
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