Friday, 27 May 2016

A Teaser Snippet - When L'Wren met the Dove

L'Wren, Hawk and the Doves, my debut for Pride arrives on 31st May - here's a teaser:

When L'Wren met the Dove...

L’Wren looked into Cytheria’s eyes. A wave of emotions swept over her—feelings of being understood and known, but mixed with her suppressed feelings for not just Hawk but a kiss from a girl, from Cytheria. The sexual desire that she had tried to quash fought for recognition. She found other feelings, buried deeply, that she was less than she could be and would fail him. These so often vied with her self-belief, the strength that had been hard-won in the challenging environment of the Federation academy. It was a heady mix, and the physical need for release didn’t help. Her emotions swam.

She took in Cytheria’s broad, yet still feminine, shoulders and her firm breasts outlined by the shimmering one-piece uniform. L’Wren looked back up into Cytheria’s eyes. Cytheria rested her hand on L’Wren’s shoulder.

“Your feelings are not wrong. You are who you are, and you are neither less nor more than you should ever be. Be true to that,” Cytheria said.

L’Wren’s breathing stopped, and her heart tried to leave her chest through her throat. The atmosphere in the tiny shuttle cabin was as charged as the nacelles of a starship in full hyperdrive.

L’Wren put her hand on Cytheria’s. The warmth of the Turacoenan's skin echoed the warmth of the emotional connection that sparked in the air between them. For a second they held each other’s gazes. The thrum of the Sulaco’s idling engines trembled through the silence. The ship, the mission and the shuttle all faded out of focus

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Friday, 20 May 2016

A Teaser Snippet - When Hawk met the Dove

L'Wren, Hawk and the Doves, my debut for Pride arrives on 31st May - here's a teaser:

When Hawk met the Dove...

He tugged down again on his dress uniform tunic, straightening it, then cricked his neck left and right. He’d been through some things in his time in the fleet. There were things that had happened to him and yes, things he’d done—questionable things, expedient things—things that had left an emotional mark. He’d put them aside, moved on. In the mind of a starship captain, there was no room for doubt or uncertainty. His crew depended on him. The safety of the ship was in his hands. There was no room for soul-searching when a life or death decision depended on the right answer at the right time. He needed to be on top of anything that might happen—before it happened.

The proximity docking alarm flashed from green to red. The shuttle was alongside, and the automatic docking systems engaged.

“Shuttle dock preliminary checks completed, and air lock seal confirmed. Halo Seven Five requesting permission to dock,” announced the computer.

“Hawkings acknowledged. Docking permission granted,” he said.

The air lock pressure indicator pulsed from red through to amber, then settled to a steady green. Hawk hit the door control. There was a hiss as the air pressure balanced out between ship and shuttle, then the heavy interlocked doors slid open.

A tall, slim, but well-muscled man with long, raven hair and wearing a tight-fitting, one-piece, functional silver-gray uniform stepped forward. His face was a dangerously attractive mix of a firm, masculine jawline and high cheekbones. His mouth had soft, full, almost-feminine lips, and his perfect almond-shaped blue-gray eyes seemed to look into and through Hawk rather than at him. Hawk experienced a swirl of emotions as he took in the full picture of the Turacoenan—his feelings for L’Wren, his fear for her safety on a dangerous mission, his care and responsibility for the crew.

He found this man, this tall and, yes, beautiful man attractive in both an emotional and a very physical way. This man would understand him, would know how—and maybe even why—he felt those emotions. He would know. He would care. Hawk’s gaze lingered on that mouth, and, for a second, he wondered about kissing it.

It was a feeling he’d not experienced since…

That was a long time ago.

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Friday, 13 May 2016

L'Wren, Hawk and the Doves - is about...

A Hawk?
Some Doves?
But... what's it all about?

Well, “L’Wren, Hawk and the Doves” is just your standard boy meets girl who both meet boy and girl who might be girl and boy while boys and girls fight it out over boys being boys and girls being girls thing.... in space.

A world torn apart by gender, a dangerous peace mission, a starship in peril… Can anybody’s sexuality be certain under pressure?

If your emotions could be felt by another, if the desires you kept hidden were revealed and reflected back on you, would you—could you—deny and control those needs?
And if sexuality and gender aren’t what they seem, does it change who you are?
The mission of the starship Sulaco, its captain Saker Hawkings and first mate L’Wren James, is to deliver the mysterious alien empaths Anchises and Cytheria to the planet Ourania, a world at war with itself.
Where sex is power and gender decides everything, the Dove peace negotiators must interact strictly male to male and female to female with the warring factions to broker a lasting peace.
But can they keep hidden the secret loss that drives them and still control their own empathic responses to the desires and needs of others—the desires that they themselves feed?
And while Hawk and L’Wren struggle to save their ship and face up to the challenges of duty, passion and their own sexuality, with one Dove dangerously injured and the other missing in action, only the truth about Anchises the man and Cytheria the woman can save one of them—but which is which?

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Friday, 25 March 2016

#FFF - Flash Friction Friday: Airplane mode.

#FFF - Flash Friday Fiction - one picture, one hundred words
There's a quiet little group of us on Facebook - the best damn group of perverts you'll ever read. Every Friday we write flashes of 100 words precisely inspired by a given picture.

"What do you think?" I asked, "Tall, check. Dark, check. Handsome, check. Beard, tattoos."
"Really? Well done. Metrics?"
"Six foot. One hundred and seventy pounds, all muscle."
"Good. He'll do. Have you tried him?" she said.
I nodded.
"Twice," I said.
She smiled.
"And?" she asked.
"Twice the first time and three times the second time. Well, two and half, kind of. I'd left my phone on and it attempted a Bluetooth connection. The software hung. It was very... frustrating."
"Oh, I can imagine. The mark three used to do that. Put him on airplane mode and I'll take him."

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Sunday, 13 March 2016

#SexySnippets - seven sentences on a Sunday

Sexy Snippets are seven sentences, taken from a work in progress, or published book, brought to you every Sunday.
Here are my sexy Sunday seven taken from my Pride Publishing debut "L'Wren, Hawk and the Doves" which will be available for pre-order on the 19th April, for early download on the 3rd May, and on general release from 31st May

She’d never kissed another girl since, but the thought had crept into her fantasies now and then. Once it had even found its way into her imagination as she’d been in the throes of passion with Hawk. The fleeting image of Hawk being replaced by a girl as he’d so diligently applied his lips and tongue had not been unwelcome. Perhaps a girl might be more gentle yet insistent. She might know when to move from…there to…there then…oh, there. Not that she’d told him, of course. Maybe one day she might share that with him.
One day.

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Friday, 19 February 2016

#FFF - Flash Friday Fiction: Cross. Dressing.

Flash Friday Fiction - one picture, one hundred words
There's a quiet little group of us on Facebook - the best damn group of perverts you'll ever read. Every Friday we write flashes of 100 words precisely inspired by a given picture.

“Shut the door,” I said, “you're letting the heat out.”
“We can't. We need the light to look for Cassandra’s bra. She's sure she left it here somewhere. And I've had to put on her headband as a pair of knickers seeing as mine have disappeared.”
“Yes it's so annoying. We’ve managed to find our shoes and Verity has at least retrieved my stockings but hers are nowhere to be found, Simon, and we are all supposed to be going out to dinner in ten minutes. Have you any idea where they are.”
“Yes,” I smiled. “I'm wearing the lot.”

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Thursday, 18 February 2016

Raven McAllan talks about Bombers Moon

So delighted to have my bessie mate, Raven McAllan on the blog today. She's talking about Bombers Moon -

I never thought, as a child and asking my mum, dad, gran (known as nan) and aunts to ‘tell me a story about the war’, that all these years later, I’d still remember those stories and use them as the basis for a book.

I’m so glad I did.

When I first had the idea for Bombers Moon, I just knew it would be set in Northamptonshire, where my mum as a teen was evacuated to, with her employment.

As much as the idea of a book set in London, in the blitz intrigued me, all mum ever said was ‘it was scary, noisy and as your granddad worked for the railways we got out own railway employees and families tube station to hide in’.

Then I remembered the tales of Northamptonshire. Of being locked out, getting stuck up a wall, although not knickerless—well I don’t think so wink. How they used charcoal or gravy browning to put ‘stocking seams’ up their legs, and bought wooden clogs and clacked around the draught old stone-floored manor house they lived and worked in. The older ladies who worked with them, got so sick of the racket, they clubbed together and bought my mum and her friend a pair of slippers each.

My aunt went out with a yank (as all American service men evidently were called) another relative fell off her bike and was rescued by a farmer and evidently mum did dance with the local lord of the manor.

Thus, Bombers Moon was born.

Who gets caught by the man of her dreams bare-assed and halfway up a wall? Lady Chrissie Stride, of course.
It’s just her luck that she encounters Baronet Archie Duggan. On top of that, the house her London employers requisitioned to keep its staff safe from The Blitz is locked. Climbing the wall seemed like a good idea, until Archie turns up. At least he doesn’t seem to know it's her.
Archie recognizes Chrissie almost immediately. He never expected to meet her again in deepest Northamptonshire. This time around he is determined to claim the woman he loved and lost. With the war on, priorities change, and love is too important to conform to niceties.
Will the star-crossed lovers finally find their happily ever after?

a wee tease…

Chrissie gulped. He was big—everywhere. She looked downward, her vision drawn to his long thick cock, which stood out proudly from its nest of hair. She averted her eyes from the crisscross of scars on his leg and arm. Those she understood, he neither wanted to think or talk about just then.

And that’s going to fit in my daffodil? The euphemism used by so many of her friends seemed silly now, but there was no way she could use the words she heard bandied about so freely in the pub or by the older women at work.

Honey pot! That’s it. Merle’s expression came to her. My honey pot! Or Pussy. Okay I can live with that, but…cu… She couldn’t even think the word.

She looked at his body with frank regard. Who knew if she’d ever get a chance to see him like this again? Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the scars on his leg and arm were still red, angry-looking and pronounced. She bit her lips to stop her moan escaping and held back tears. It was hard not to cry for all he and thousands of others had been through and were still going through. But yet again, her eyes were drawn in one direction. His massive erection stood out stiff and proud. Chrissie gulped, her earlier fears resurfacing. That would really fit inside her? Oh, my.

Archie correctly read her expression. “Not only fit, but a perfect fit,” he assured her. “With room to move. Come and lie down here.” He walked to the bed and rolled back the sheet and blankets before kneeling awkwardly in front of her. “Hold on a sec, something needs doing first.”

It was on the tip of Chrissie’s tongue to tell him she’d do it, whatever it was, when it hit her that he didn’t want help or sympathy. He wanted to woo her. Her insides turned to mush. How perfect.

“Think we’ll have these off as well. Can’t ruin nylons, can we?” He rolled them down before putting one hand behind her, unhooking her brassiere, and putting the clothing on a chair. The pressure that moving the straps down had put on her chest immediately lifted, as Archie ran his thumbs over the swell of her breasts, and chuckled.

“God almighty, Chrissie you are so bloody receptive for a virgin. It’s marvelous. I’m going to enjoy showing you what we can do together.” He pinched each nipple in turn and kissed the nape of her neck as he kneaded her breasts.

She could tell he’d had plenty of practice. Her pussy clenched at the unwelcome thought of him doing all these things with someone else.

Grow up. He’s almost thirty, and there’s a war on.

“Now, let me see. What have we here?” Once again he kissed one nipple, then the other. “Time to itemize I think. Two breasts perfect to fit my hands. Two nipples to suckle.” He moved his hands to let his fingers play with her clitoris, teasing her hairs, and her navel. “One cunt all for me.”

Chrissie blushed. Why could he say that with such insouciance and she not even think it? It must be a man thing. However, emboldened, Chrissie licked her lips, heard him groan and then reached out to touch Archie’s manhood. His skin was warm and soft and he jolted and moaned as she feathered her fingers over him. One step further than she’d ever taken. Only once had she dared rub him through his trousers, and his groan had her moving her hand in a hurry.

She mimicked his movements, kissed his nipples, and then, heartened by his response, bent double to put the tip of his penis in her mouth and taste the juices there. They were salty and thick. Chrissie rolled them over her tongue as she remembered a leaflet one of the girls at school found in her brother’s room and brought to class to show them. Crudely written and badly produced, the drawings had them all giggling and blushing for weeks. She wondered just how many of her peers had tried what it suggested. Chrissie moved and circled Archie’s tip with her tongue again.

I could get used to this. The more I do this, the bigger he gets. A thought crossed her mind. Would he get too big for her? It wasn’t a question she felt she could ask.

Archie groaned, and she tried to pull back, scared she was doing something wrong. “Hell, Chrissie, that’s so damned good, I’ll come,” he said in a strangled tone. “For the Lord’s sake, get onto the bed and give me a chance to get inside you.” He moved over her, his tip barely touching her curls.

“Archie, what if I don’t want to, you know…” She didn’t know how to put her fears into words, and flapped her and in the air like a demented owl flapping its wing. It was lucky he understood her incoherent beseeching.

“No problem, darling. I’ll come like a gentleman.” He indicated the towel laid in readiness beside him. And moved again, nearer and nearer, and waited. “Yes?”

Chrissie held her breath. This was it. “Oh yes.”

His cock twitched, and without conscious thought, Chrissie opened her legs wide, ready to welcome him. This was it. Soon she, Chrissie Stride, would no longer be sweet and innocent but a woman of the world.

There was a loud hammering on the farmhouse door.

“What the bloody hell?” Archie stopped mid movement. His position looked precarious as he kneeled half on and half off her.

A voice, gruff and urgent, was shouting.

“Mr. Archie, Mr. Archie. Come quick. The rick’s on fire!”

Saved by the bell, she thought hysterically as she watched Archie scramble into his clothes, his cock being most reluctant to be treated in such a way. Not that she’d wanted saving. In fact, she felt uncomfortable. It wasn’t right. She’d at least climaxed. Goodness knows how Archie felt, still unreleased so to speak.

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Love R x