Raven rabbiting here. On odds and sods and bits and bobs

I’m in that refresh press refresh panic mode at the moment. Up until a few hours ago I was waiting on edits and three subs. Now I’ve got the edits for Killer Christmas (Evernight Publishing, written as Kera Faire) and it’s an Editor’s Pick. That made me grin and do a wee chair swivel jiggle.



A killer and a hooker? An unlikely mix, especially, at Christmas.

Rio Buchanan, a Government operative, and member of the Dispatchers specializes in seduction. He just never thought his target would be his ex-wife. Andie might now be a hooker, but there’s no way she’s a traitor.

There’s only one way to get to the truth—kidnap her to keep her safe.

Andie doesn’t know what to think when Rio disrupts her life again, let alone when she wakes up in a prison cell shackled to him, and not in a fun, kinky way.

The secrets of his job already ended their marriage. Will they now end her life too?

Imprisoned on the Dark Isle they have to work together to catch a traitor, and discover if they can forge a new life together.


I hope that teases your book buds, and you’ll think oohhh… I’m so enjoying the edits, I know they make the story better, and boy it is amazing what you miss when you send it in.


Now I’m just (haha, just) waiting to hear on those subs.

Am I hopeful? Well let’s say I’m hoping like crazy that at least one is accepted. I’m singing two out of three aint bad (Meatloaf, I’m that old) but of course I’d love a yes to all of them.

Meanwhile I’m doing my edits, and then I will do what we all say we should do. Write something else.

This post is a missmash, so do bear with me, please. My latest book, Fairground Attraction is now out on early download at Totally Bound, and will go on to general release on December 13th. That’s the day after my birthday, so a nice belated present.

The story is a favourite of mine. I first wrote it as a shorter version called The Price to Pay, and when I got the rights back I just had to play with it, add a bit and hope it would be accepted. Yee Haa, it was.


Now I’m nail biting and hoping people love Vairi and Raig as much as I do. Here’s a wee tease so you can decide what you think.


He just knew she was about to cut his heart out. He could tell by looking at her now unhappy face, her features pinched and drawn with no sign of that recent smile, just how she was effected and troubled by her soon-to-be-given answer.

Ah, bollocks.

Vairi took a deep breath and laced her fingers together in her lap. “Raig, I can’t. I’m so, so sorry. I want you; hell, do I want you. My body is throbbing thinking how bloody good I imagine we could—no, fuck it—would be together.”

It was obvious to him just how she struggled to explain the way she felt. He shrugged. “Your decision, love.” Even to himself he sounded a pompous git. Raig winced. It wasn’t like him to behave that way. Mind you, he’d not been turned down before either. Unless you counted Eileen Craven behind the bike sheds in a ‘you show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ session, aged fifteen and fourteen respectively.

Vairi’s eyes sparked. “Exactly, and get the stick out of your arse and listen properly. Sheesh, it would be oh so easy to say, ‘hey, yeah, why not.’ Let you into my knickers and fuck. But forever? I can’t promise that. Shit, all I know about you is what you’ve told me tonight, which is basically nothing. I’ve been bitten once. I’m not going down that road again. The price is too high.”

As he answered her in a bitter voice, he felt sick. “It’s usually the bloke after the one night stand, not the woman. Trust us to be doing it the other way round. I can’t change the price, Vairi My Queen. I’d be doing us both a disservice; it would be Cava, not Champagne, cheap and…” His voice trailed off as he shrugged once more. “Ah well, your decision. One I’ll not be happy with, but one I’ll respect. When you feel up to it, I’ll take you home. Unfortunately on a bike. Can you cope? Will you be needing a sick bag?”

He watched her face, recognized the regret and the determination shown there.
“I’ll be fine. I’m more sorry than you will ever know, Raig. It’s my world I’ve ripped apart as well as yours. For some unknown reason, I’ve fallen for you and fallen hard. No, wait”—he had been about to butt in—”I have to be able to live with my conscience. I won’t lie or bullshit about something so important. Yes, I want you and could easily say, ‘hey, let’s do it,’ and then afterward tell you I’d changed my mind. But that would be dishonest and go against my principals, so I won’t do that. Even if it means I go home hot, horny, and irritable and rue the day I threw my bullet into the bin. It’s too soon and too fast to make a decision like that.” She sighed. “I’m ready to go if you are.”

“Oh yeah, I’m ready. Not that it’ll do me any fucking good.” Shit, he really did sound like a whinging five-year-old who couldn’t have the toy he wanted.

“Well, tough.” Vairi stood over him and poked him on the shoulder. “You might be every woman’s clit-rubbing dream, Rake, but you’re a bloody, sulky-faced one.” She stopped as she realized what she had said. The look of astonishment on her face would have been comical if he wasn’t so bloody grouchy.

“Oh lordy, I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

Raig nodded, and knew by the way she rolled her eyes his expression was still petulant. For Christ’s sake, she’d admitted she could get off just thinking about him and still wasn’t going to admit it was more than a passing fancy. He felt his despair overwhelming him; he’d run out of ideas. He saw the moment she lost the plot.

“Oh, for goodness sake, grow up! Sorry if I’ve thrown your life plans out of kilter, but that’s life. Nothing ever goes to plan. Build a bridge, man. Get over it. Shit, be thankful I’m being honest with you.” She scowled and paced to the door. “Oh, don’t bother to take me home. I’ll get a taxi.”

That annoyed him. “You most certainly will not. I’ll get the helmets.” He hoped later she would remember his tone. He cared. Even if he seemed surly, he cared. In silence she waited by the door, one sparkly shoed foot tapping ominously whilst he collected two bike helmets.

Still in silence, Raig escorted her out of the trailer, locked the door behind them and walked across the grass to a secure compound where he retrieved one of his pride and joys. Big, black, and phallic, his motorbike was something he truly treasured. The feeling of the throbbing power between his legs, the wind rushing past, the noise of wheels on tarmac, arcing around corners, speeding down the straights, was truly sexual. It was even better with a willing woman riding behind, her pussy hard up to his ass, her arms tight around him, hands creeping into his crotch to brush his cock. To know when the bike ride was over, the body ride would begin.

He was on plums this time.




Happy Reading, Love Raven x

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