You realize you’re kinky when you write books that a few yeas ago you never thought you would, think nothing of research, and exploring your inner self.
And you love it…
The first book I wrote from start to finish, and woo hoo it was accepted, was a ménage of two women, who are lovers and a man. He wants them both and knows fine well, the ladies are a couple. It’s set in Regency times. I love that period, which is why that book, Wallflowers Don’t Wilt was followed by To Please A lady, Almost Entente Cordiale, To Catch A Fox, and A Rose Between The Thornes, all ménages, but of the two men and a woman variety.
So is Cecilia’s Claim, my latest Regency. This is the second book in a series the fabulous and talented Lee Brazil and I are collaborating on. Behind Closed Doors, tells the story of the Brigstock Family. As we say, everyone knows the Brigstocks were unconventional, they just didn’t know how much.
There’s something lovely about writing unconventionality in history. The Regency times were a lot less staid and perfect as some people thought. However so much had to be achieved behind closed doors and in secrecy. Homosexuality could be punished by death, blackmail was all to a real threat, and suspicion of anything or anybody out of the ordinary was the norm.
Everyone agreed the Brigstock family was unconventional. Just how unconventional could be somewhat of a shock…
She may have turned her men down once, but will she have the resolve to do it again? As danger gets ever closer, Cecy realizes her only chance of safety and happiness is with Caleb and Philippe. Will she risk everything and give them all the chance they need, or will she run?
And just to tease you
“Look, love, do you trust us?”
“Certainly,” Cecy said, surprise in her voice. “Else I would not be here.”
“You think not?” Philippe asked.
“I know not, or not without putting up a fight, and remember ’twas Randall who taught me to hold my own, and not in a ladylike way. I could kick your balls so far inside you, they’d never see the light of day again, let along provide your cock with the juices of enjoyment. That I chose not to must prove something?”
Caleb pinched her ear. “We overwhelmed you with our, er prowess?”
“Something like that.” She ran her hands down her skirt. “So, what happens? Am I to stay here? Not in this glade I hope. I don’t admire nature to the extent I wish to commune with it all day and night.”
“Cecy listen.” Philippe took her hands and drew her to him. His swift glance at Caleb made him move behind her wedging her between them.
“A Cecy sandwich?” she asked, as she snaked her foot between his legs. He held it tight. She may say she was acquiescent, but who knew how far her docility went?
“Naughty,” Caleb chastised her and she sniggered. “Actually my lord as I still have no footwear on I thought to give your cock a love tap.” She grinned at him over her shoulder.
“Thank you, I prefer you do not. I’ll give you a love tap instead.” He administered two sharp spanks to her arse, one on each globe. She jumped and went to rub the spots.
“No, no,” Philippe took hold of both her hands and held them high above her head. “We give the taps and we give the rubs. You enjoy.”
Caleb caught the inference. “How does it feel, love, to be caught between us, to feel my hand sting your flesh, and soothe the sting? Does the pain change to pleasure, and fill you with the need for more?”
“The truth, now, Cecilia.” Philippe added as he bent his head and showered tiny nipping kisses along her shoulder. “Does it excite you and make your juices flow? Are you wet? If one of us dipped our hands inside your honey pot would we be covered in your nectar?”
Cecy wriggled and pressed her rear into his groin. His prick decided it was time to notice and jerked its appreciation. Of course she detected the tiny movement and pressed ever harder.
“Unless you want your dress flipped over your head, your arse spanked the color of your lips and both of us ministering to you now, I suggest you desist. As much as that scenario appeals we have no time. We must move.”
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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.
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