Nicola’s Sunday Shoutout: Raven McAllan

Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to Raven McAllan, whose sultry new Regency Cecilia’s Claim (Book Two in her Behind Closed Doors series with Lee Brazil) is now available from Evernight Publishing and other retailers of fine erotic romance. Here’s what Raven has to say about her new book:

I’ve bought chocolate to say thank you — and a big grin…Cecilia’s Claim is book two in a Regency Series I’m writing with Lee Brazil. Each book in the series, which is called Behind Closed Doors, is stand alone, although of course we’d love you to read them all…

Because…


CeciliasClaimEveryone agreed the Brigstock family was unconventional. Just how unconventional could be somewhat of a shock…

About Cecilia…

She may have turned her men down once, but will she have the resolve to do it again?

Cecy’s willpower is never strong when she’s around Caleb or Philippe, and now she needs them to keep her safe. They intend to stick close to her, so surely a little dalliance is acceptable? The problem is a little is not enough for any of them, but can they all agree just on what form the ‘more’ should take?

Story Excerpt

“Are we safe here?” Cecy dropped her pelisse on the ground and stretched her arms above her head. The gesture emphasized her breasts, and they threatened to pop out over the top of her simple muslin gown. Caleb swallowed, and held his hands tight to his sides, to curb his inclination to touch and taste.

She stared at him, with her dark green eyes, the irises of which were of a color he’d seen on no one else. Her head was cocked to one side, and one eyebrow rose in query. He realized he hadn’t answered her question.

“As safe as we can be. It’s daylight, which could be a problem once we move away and onto the moor. However I am expected to be out and about during the day, so that is in our favor. Once your identity is known, that will not be in yours or Randall’s. I still fail to understand why it was thought this was a good place to send you, when his job puts you in a position as a bargaining tool. Peregrine slipped up there. It seems he put image and position over your safety and in truth I’m amazed at his lack of forethought. Seriously Cecy, you’ll have to leave the village. I’ll take you to the moor, and get a message to Randall to say he needn’t worry.” He watched her and waited for a reaction. When it came it was not the one he expected.

Cecy walked toward the stream and knelt beside it, dipping her hands into the cool water and splashed it over her face. Her gown caught tight under her and emphasized the curve of her arse. Caleb decided chivalry was much overrated. He moved swiftly across the glade, the grass masking his footsteps.

He leant over, his chest hard up against her back. Cecy tried to straighten, but he held her in the position she was and captured her hands in his. Her moan was not a protest, nor was the way her breathing had increased. The soft sheen on her skin was not fear or chill, and she pushed back as best she could, which increased the contact between them.

His prick, ever ready willing and waiting, thickened and jerked under the confines of his pantaloons.

Cecy gave a breathless laugh. “Ah my lord, your cock remembers me, such a pity his pleasure must be denied.”

Caleb kissed the nape of her neck, and relished the shiver she gave. “Must it love? Why must it? You want me, as you can tell I want you…” He kissed her neck again, sucked and soothed as he encircled her in his arms and rested his hands under her breasts, his fingers splayed across the fine material that covered them. “So?”

She twisted her head to look up at him. “So, no thank you, my lord. Oh my body wants you, there is no doubt of that, but my mind is wary. I know what you and Philippe demanded of me, and I don’t suppose your ideas have changed much in such a short while. I do not embrace pain my lord, in any shape or form. That includes in my mind as well as my body. And truly I am fearful. It seems I am not such a rebel as I had thought. I worry for you and Philippe as it is, in case you are decried in public and held to account. If we became three and that was made public I fear for our lives. So it is not just the pain, although that…well that is so alarming I feel sick just wondering in what form it would be. It is the pain of uncertainty. And knowing how easily our happiness could be destroyed.”

Cal stood up and drew her to her feet, spinning her so they were face to face. He brushed her hair from her cheek.

“Are you sure it would be pain, love? The line between pleasure and pain is blurred, and often cannot be separated. All we want is to show you everything we can do to give you the greatest pleasure.” He waited, scarce able to breathe. Her breath was ragged, and her eyes had taken on that soft sheen of passion. “Remember how you felt when I touched you here.” He put his hand between them and rubbed her quim. Even through her skirts he fancied he could feel her heat. She pushed into his hand. Emboldened, Caleb moved his other hand behind her and gathered the material

Where To Buy

Evernight Publishing

About Raven McAllan

Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she’s strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.

Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

Where to find Raven McAllan

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About nicolacameronwrites

Nicola Cameron has had some interesting adventures in her life -- ask her sometime about dressing up as Tietania, Queen of the Bondage Fairies. When not writing, she wrangles cats, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).

Posted on May 19, 2013, in Evernight Publishing, Sunday Shoutout. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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