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Raven McAllan brought Nash’s Niche to share!

by on August 29, 2013

Raven McAllanWhen I begged, using the pleading puppy-dog eye look, for this spot on Lori’s blog, I had no idea that I had a book out today. But by one of those odd coincidences, Nash’s Niche is released today from Evernight Publishing.

Release day is a funny time. A gut churning, nail biting, need to drink champagne, feel queasy and not because of the champagne time.

It’s throw confetti in the air shout yee haa and then think… ohh goodness what if no one buy it time.

Then it’s calm down and count my blessings time.

Because I do realize how darned lucky I am. Not only do I have the time to write all the stories shouting at me, and saying its my turn, but my publishers like them. Well enough to publish them so other people can read and make their minds up about the stories.

On top of all this, I’ve had the chance to find out what I can write, and how my voice works. Which, let me tell you is so not how I thought it would. For a start I had no idea I could write Regency stories—okay, maybe you don’t think I can, who knows—or just how much fun the research is. Do you know how many hours can go into that great ohh now look, wow, yes, now where was I read-a-thon? I start at point a, read and research and end up at point z, and realize several hours have passed. To wonder why I’m where I am, because it has nothing to do with what I was researching, but it’s oh so interesting.

Then I discovered I like to get inside a contemporary person’s mind. Find out why they do what they do and how. Oh it’s such fun, and I’m so lucky.

I think this is the joy of e-publishers. They’re happy to let you spread your wings. Oh if what you submit is rubbish, they’ll say so. However I feel so incredibly blessed that I can think I’m in the mood to write a contemporary BDSM story, the characters are nagging—yes Athol I hear you and I will get on and finish writing what you’re saying—and write it. Then sub that, whilst the next time it could be a sweet regency, or a paranormal, or well anything.

Without that freedom, I’d never have discovered just what I can do, and how my voice works.

I make no apologies that I do swap from era and sub genres like I change my knickers (well not quite as often, but you get the gist?) It keeps me fresh, and I hope it keeps you, the reader interested.

So if you don’t know any of my writing… well why not? No seriously, whether you have or haven’t read any of my books, but would like to, I’ll throw an eBook book from my back list in here if you comment and say what you prefer to read and why. You can check them out on

So Oh yes, Nash, We’d better not forget him eh?

\A chance meeting at a masked ball leads to explosive and unforgettable sex for both Nash and Felicity.

Reunited under dangerous circumstances, they realize they may have to fight for their love, especially when Felicity is promised to Nash’s brother.

With the future of the country at stake and unsure who to trust, can their be a future for the star stuck lovers?

A wee tease

He wriggled his nose. The chair was all fine and dandy, but he needed his bed. With a sigh Nash toed his house shoes off, and looked at his pantaloons. They were knitted and stretched to fit the contours of his body. Therefore in theory they should pull down even over his still hard cock. It was no good; once he was able to rest in comfort he would have to take himself in hand. However, before then…

He struggled to his feet and with one hand to anchor him steady, he used his other to pull the garment over his cock and arse and thence down his legs. Once they gathered around his ankles, Nash used his feet to tug the pantaloons off and stepped over them. His shirt could stay. That was one effort too much. He measured the distance to the bed. Two strides should do it.

The first stride worked. The second was slightly longer and had him wobbling, but it brought him to the edge of the mattress. He let his body fall forward.

Not onto the mattress, on to…

A body? He tried to see clearly. Two bodies? Surely not, not in his bed. He squinted, put his hand into the direction of where he thought one of the bodies could be, and patted flesh. Soft warm female flesh. His vision wavered and cleared enough to know it was one body…

It stirred. Nash levered himself to stand on the floor one more, loath to leave the soft comfort he’d found, but aware enough to know he needed to. He let his hand move to the left and drift up what he decided was a damn curvaceous thigh. If only he could see clearly just who had offered herself as his plaything. It would be best to have a face on the body he was about to fuck.

The body jerked as his fingers circled damp curls and he nipped her soft nub until it hardened in a beautiful mimicry of his cock. Then he let his fingers delve into the warm channel under them. The body tried to pull back even as a soft mewl showed him his ministrations were appreciated. Then he heard a scream, one that most certainly wasn’t a sound of pleasure.

“Do not move,” he said in a rough voice. He felt it only fair to warn whoever he was now filling with his fingers, and who he noted was writhing in time to his thrusts, that, “I have a weapon, and I will use it.”

Nash’s Niche is available at:  &

Now if you’re like me, you like to be nosy so here you are, my nosy links,

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.

You can find out more about Raven here…

http:/ /        (my page)             (author page)

Happy reading,

Love R x

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One Comment
  1. thank you for inviting me over Lori… And I am writing honestly!

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