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Raven (@RavenMcAllan) talks Revisions – The Lord’s Persuasion of Lady Lydia #Regency @UKCarina

Hello, Raven here.

I’m in the middle of revisions for my Regency romance, The Lord’s Persuasion of Lady Lydia. It’s due out on October 27th so I need to get a move on.

The problem is, I’m enjoying myself so much. I reread bits and cuddle them. Add a bit and consider it. Decide it works or not. Chuckle and swear, or whatever.

For some reason I seem to be approaching these in a totally different way to my usual work through them and then go back. This time I’m smoothing refining and eventually, reluctantly moving on to the next bit.

It took a while to get used to revisions and not edits. I don’t get comments on the M/s just a document with the editor’s suggestions. Which I have to say are bloody brilliant.

So I’m asking you to forgive me for not writing something more useful, or inspiring. I’m deep in Regency land sorting out villains and trying to persuade my heroine that my hero really is a good bet.

Anyhow, here’s the blurb. What do you think?

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Seducing the wallflower…

Over the years, Lydia Field has perfected the art of being a wallflower. It’s the only way to avoid the attention of unwanted suitors – and the perils of a convenient, loveless marriage! Instead, she dreams of the day she can leave London’s high society behind her, trading the glamorous balls and afternoon teas for a quiet life in the country.

But in an unguarded moment, she finds herself catching the eye of notorious rake ‘Handsome Harry’, Lord Birnham. Now that he’s glimpsed the wildness and fire that lurks beneath Lydia’s demure exterior, Lord Birnham will not rest until he has unleashed the full extent of her passion!

For if there’s one skill that Lord Birnham is known for, it’s the art of persuasion…

 

And just to show you I really am working, Here’s a wee tease

 

~~~‘My problem,’ he said as they reached the park gate once more. ‘Is that I’m going to marry you. Your problem is that you haven’t yet agreed.’

If she hadn’t got her feet firmly in the stirrups she may well have fallen off. ‘What?’ She really must stop eating cheese before bed if it made her hear such ridiculous statements. ‘Tell me I didn’t hear what I thought I heard.’

‘You heard I am going to marry you. I told you that the other day.’

‘Told me told me? Told me?’ Lord her voice was rising like a termagant. Lydia reined in her anger and took three deep calming breaths. ‘How about asking me? No don’t bother,’ she said as he opened his mouth. ‘The back of a horse is no place for a proposal, and even if it were the answer would be no. Do you not listen to anything I say?’ she demanded furiously. ‘I do not want to wed. You or anyone.’ She swallowed her disappointment at his inability to understand her. He was the same as everyone else, with no thoughts but to himself and all he wanted. She had thought better of him.

‘Why not? Are you honestly saying you’d prefer a life alone in the country that a life with me and our children?’

The mention of children gave her a swift pang of something and she quashed it immediately. It couldn’t be allowed to come into the equation. ‘My lord you and I both know how a marriage in the ton works. And I want none of it. Better to be alone by choice than alone because it is chosen for you. I prefer the former.’

‘Who says our marriage would be like that?” Harry asked softly. ‘Esther and Cranswick’s is not.’

‘They are something of a rarity and you know it, my lord. Edward has never been over enamoured with London life. You have. Esther will do whatever Edward requests. I am not so biddable, even though I tried to act so. I could not and will not be a puppet.’ She felt disloyal to her friends because their life was not so banal as she portrayed it, but even so it was not for her.

‘We could do it,’ he said stubbornly. ‘If you agreed to be my wife.’

Lydia shook her head, sadder than she had ever been in her life. ‘You know better than to say such things. You might think it now, but we both know how the ton behave. Not for me. Now please say no more and take me home.’

Where I can indulge in a hearty bout of tears. How can he offer me something, I do not want, in such a manner I wish I did?

Harry shook his head. ‘I can take you home but I can not leave it there.’ He took a deep breath. ‘Lydia please hear me out.’

 What now? He sounds as if he has something to impart I will not like.

‘I can’t do much else can I?’ she said waspishly. ‘We are riding out of the park and about to head through busy streets. Sadly I can’t ride away in high dudgeon. So, my lord, what now?’

‘Harry.’

‘Oh no, my lord. I don’t want to use your given name. My lord will do.’ She said emphatically, and left the addendum, “if I have to address you at all,” unsaid, but she knew Harry understood it was there.

‘Lydia my dear, I have already spoken to your papa asked if I may court you with a view to marriage one day and he is agreeable to the match. He saw no reason why you would refuse me. Indeed, I…’ he hesitated and Lydia didn’t say anything. He’d dug his hole now let him climb out of it unaided.

‘Look, my dear, why not?’ he asked earnestly. ‘I promise not to crowd you, but think about it. We get on, you are of an age to wed. I have a country estate, a house in town. I need a wife, and an heir or two. I think you will fit the bill admirably, and you will lack for nothing.’

 Oh yes I will. She didn’t respond, but let her horse walk on with Harry and his own mount by her side.

‘For god’s sake Lydia what are you thinking,’ he said irritably after several seconds had passed by in silence. ‘Will you be my wife?’

‘Ah a proposal at last.’

‘What?’ Harry raised his eyebrows. ‘What do you mean?’

Men were so unthinking at times. ‘That, my lord is the first time you have asked me to be your wife and not told me I will.’

Harry twisted in his saddle and looked at her with an astonished expression. Then his facial muscles relaxed. ‘Really, then on my honour, I do apologise. Please, my dear Lydia I would be honoured if you would accept my hand in marriage. So, now we have that straight, I may tell your papa we are betrothed? We can arrange our wedding day?’

He was like all men. Blind to all except he wanted to see, deaf to all except he wanted to hear.

‘I haven’t yet replied to you,’ Lydia said composedly, although if she had been standing her knees would be knocking. ‘And now I will. No. Thank you,’ she added belatedly. There was no need to be impolite even if she did want to scream and throw things.~~~

Just in case you’re interested it is up for preorder…

 

https://www.amazon.com/Raven-McAllan-Book-7-ebook/dp/B01JY78OAW

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Raven-McAllan-Book-7-ebook/dp/B01JY78OAW

https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/the-lord-s-persuasion-of-lady-lydia

 

Happy reading,

 

love Raven x

Finally His #OfficeRomance from Doris (@mamaD8) #OneClick #BDSM #Rubenesque

Happy Monday, peeps. Did you hear my mad demented squealing over the weekend? You did? Thought so. That would have been me, when I received the cover for my upcoming release Finally His, followed by more squeals when it went up on pre-order!

Finally His was one of those stories which practically wrote itself. Gotta love stories like that. It started as a Friday Flash on my blog. This one to be precise.

Like I said, Finally His is available on Pre-order on Amazon now, and releases everywhere August 3rd.

A nice hot, forbidden fling with her boss…what can possibly go wrong?

Jolie Pierson has lusted after her hot as hades boss forever, so when he finally takes notice of her, she can’t help but melt at his dominance. Besides, it would be rude to not give him a present on his birthday.

Richard Tomlin never dates the women at his office. However, when he realizes the sinfully curvy red head he’s been struggling to keep his hands off for ages is submissive…the gloves are off. This woman makes him forget all the rules and brings out his primitive instincts—to take, to devour, to mark her as his until everyone knows she belongs to him.

Jolie was ready to accept just one night of hot kinky sex, but when Richard pulls the boss card the very next morning, everything changes—she’s finally his.


Releases August 3rd  and available on pre-order now at Amazon Amazon UK

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Ready for a hot excerpt?

“I’m going to unlock the door and go into the kitchen to grab some things that I need. While I do that, I want you to make your way upstairs and wait for me in my bedroom. First door on your left when you get to the landing. Present for me in the middle of the room. Do not take anything off.”

He surprised her by that missive, he could tell because she briefly looked up him.

“I want to be the one to undress you, little one.”

“Oh.” Her breathy whisper of a reply made him groan, and he yanked the door open to get out of his car. The cool night air hit his face, and Richard closed his eyes and took several deep breaths to get in the right head space for this, and to most importantly get his raging libido under control. Otherwise he would pounce on her like a madman the minute he got her through that front door. While a quick hard fuck against his front door held a certain appeal, he wanted to take his time with her.

To show her how good they could be together and to leave her utterly scrambled and begging him to come. Only then would he seek his own release.

Mind made up he strode to the door, the click clack of her heels on the stones of his driveway a reassuring affirmation that she was following him. Having opened the door, and disabled the alarm, he switched on the lights and gestured up the stairs.

“Up you go, nice and slow and swing those hips for me as you climb the stairs.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jolie dropped her gaze to the floor and proceeded to take the steps one at a time.

“Slower than that, girl. Pull your skirt higher, so that I can see the pussy I will be claiming soon.”

Jolie complied with trembling hands, and his throat went dry as her gorgeous, ample thighs came into view. Skin liberally sprinkled with freckles called him to taste, to touch, and he stepped up after her halting her slow movement upstairs.

“Bend over and get on your knees. Spread your thighs wide for me.” It was sweet torture to see her comply, and when her satin and lace covered cunt came into view, Richard stroked his heavy erection through his trousers.

“Wider, girl, that’s it.”

The pink crotch of her pretty, lacy knickers was much darker than the surrounding fabric, and he murmured his approval when she slid the dress further up her hips to pool around her waist. Putting his hands on the indent on her waist, he skimmed them lower, over the flare of her hips, until he reached the juncture of her thighs.

“I love your curves, little one. So much supple flesh to hold, squeeze, and mark as mine.”

Jolie whimpered her need, when he inhaled against her wet crotch, and nudged the hard little bundle at the top of her slit through the fabric with his nose.

“Oh, please.” Her breathless plea made him repeat that move time and time again, until her thighs trembled, and she pushed back against him.

“So responsive and wet for your Sir. Tell, me, my sweet, I could fuck you right here on the stairs, couldn’t I?”

“God, yes, please, Sir.”

She moaned her disappointment when he withdrew, and Richard chuckled into the soft skin of her inner thigh. He licked a path up to one fleshy ass cheek, only half covered by the satin of her underwear, and bit down hard.

A cock hardening groan came from his girl when he licked that sting away, and his dick jerked in his trousers, seeing the half-moon bite left behind on her fair skin. The scent of her sweet musk increased tenfold, and it was beyond satisfying to realize that this was as big a turn-on for her as it was for him.

He retraced the wet path his tongue had left behind, and then licked up her other butt cheek. Her whole body jerked when he bit down on that side too, and then grasped the underwear and bunched it up until it dug into her slit. Her puffy lips, separated by the twisted line of material, were the biggest turn-on yet, and Jolie groaned when he rubbed the fabric back and forth.

“Oh, God, please, Sir. I need to come.”

Richard slapped one ass cheek and stepped up the movement between her thighs. It was beyond satisfying to see the flesh wobble and redden under his hands, so he did it again, until his girl was a panting, quivering mess in front of him. Her inner thighs were wet with her arousal, and she clamped her legs around his head, when he licked that sweet musk away. One sharp twist and flick of his wrist meant the delicate fabric of her knickers gave way, and Jolie gasped, and relaxed her viselike grip on his head.

Richard smacked her ass one last time and ran his fingers through her wet puffy labia, which caused her to shudder anew. Her pussy hole clenched in rhythmic moves, telling him how close she was to release, one he had no wish to give her yet. Every clench expelled more of her juices, and he groaned under his breath when he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean.

Sweet, with a slightly salty taste, his girl tasted divine. He grinned at her when he caught her watching him from under hooded lids. With her body shivering and covered in the fine sheen of arousal, her dress bunched around her waist, and the mass of her red hair spread over his stairs, she looked good enough to eat. A woman on the edge. It wouldn’t take much for her to go over, but he also instinctively knew that she wouldn’t allow herself to do without his say-so, as confirmed by her next breathy words.

“Please, Sir, may I come?”

Finally His teaser

 

That’s all from me today. Do stay naughty, folks!

D xxxx

Sorry for the Disruption…

Hi everyone,

I just want to apologise for the recent disruption to the site. There were some technical issues, and those loaded on top of a personal situation meant it took way longer to get the site fixed than I would have liked. However… it’s pretty much sorted now (there might be a few images missing here and there, so please excuse that!), and us Birdies are back and will be blogging with a vengeance. So please do keep coming back and checking out our posts, leaving us comments and sharing the posts with your friends. We love having you here!

dirtydoms200Things are slightly quiet on the upcoming release front for me, but I’m hoping to rectify that very soon. Having said that, I do have a story in the Dirty Doms collection, which is available for pre-order now, and will release on the 28th June. You can pre-order your copy from Amazon for just 99c/99p, and the ranks are already awesome! I hope you’ll check it out!

More later in the month.

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9