Raven McAllan's Acting on Impulse.....

I'm thrilled to have the lovely Raven here again and today she is chatting about her latest release, IMPULSE. (It goes without saying, the red carpet is ready and waiting). After a couple of lost emails, we're now sorted...remember to comment to be in with a chance to win giveaways! Now, over to the lady herself...

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I've sent a post to Sam several times and It's gone and never arrived. Boo.

Perhaps it will work this way.

I've never thought I was one for acting on Impulse. But I was asked by Leona, my editor if I had anything that was paranormal and on Impulse suggested this story that needed a total rewrite. She was interested, so I rewrote it, and here we are. The story of Dylan and Mia, who acted on Impulse and gave me a story to write, send off and woo hoo now I have published.

Yes okay, it was not really at all like that. For a start the original story was written ages ago, and oh boy how my writing has changed. Then I knew it wasn't set in the Caribbean as I'd originally envisaged, but in the Indian Ocean. Then Mia told me things about her sister, and Dylan found out that... Oh no I won't go down that route. I daren't give it all away.

I'll give you the blurb and a teaser...

So blurb...

Isola Dei Sogni, where fantasies and dreams come true. Mia only went as a favor for her sister. Her fantasy was a good book and a bottle of wine. Until she met Dylan. Then her sense disappeared and fantasy took over. Was it all worth it?

Dylan has arrived at Isola Dei Sogni to help out—with reluctance and just as a favor. Then he meets Mia. If she's the person he's supposed to assist, then maybe the visit won't be the waste of time he thought after all. His attitude has changed, and when he hears Mia wants to give him his fantasy? Dylan is never one to disappoint a lady…he hopes.

However, fantasies and dreams are all well and good, but even here, reality creeps in. Can Mia and Dylan overcome that to reach their happily ever after?

And how about a teaser? Mia isn't sure whether she is in a fantasy, a dream or a nightmare...

Mia opened her mouth to scream, but barely managed a croak. That was a tiger—a bloody tiger, for fuck's sake—in her room. Spots danced in front of her eyes, and there was a roaring noise in her ears. She rubbed her eyes and shut them rapidly several times in a way she'd have giggled about in any other circumstances. When she looked up, the animal was still standing, unblinking and staring at her.

A deep rumble came from his throat and he swished his head from side to side. Mia decided it was a threat, not a hi-pleased-to-meet-you growl. Pleased to eat you, maybe.

Oh shit, surely I'm not going to faint. I'll be a tiger's dinner, no doubt about it. Oh shit.

 The tiger moved, and Mia experienced the surreal feeling of being lifted by the jaws of a big cat.  I bet not many people can say that and live to tell the tale. I hope I'm one of them. She shrieked as the room spun.

This has to be a nightmare. I'm in a fucking tiger's mouth and he's sodding carrying me. That's got to be bullshit, it can't be happening. It has to be those flipping mushrooms. And, oh bollocks, he's jumping outside. This is so not the fantasy I wanted. I don't like wildlife. Not even in a zoo. I didn't mean literally kidnapped by an animal. Not an animalanimal, I meant a hot-bod-six-pack animal, not a furry, four-pawed one. And I'm damned sure I didn't write that dream down anyway.

What do you think? Your comment might be the one to win...

you can buy Impulse here...

 http://authl.it/B00CLTRTF2

Amazon.co.uk

Amazon.com

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://www.ravenmcallan.com

http:/ /www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com

https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan        (my page)

https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan            (author page)

https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan

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'Til next time!
Sam :-) 
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If I shut my eyes, I'm almost there

The weather here in (East Anglia, UK) has been pretty dreary. Cold. Wet. Snow. Cold. Cold. Oh, did I say cold? Yes, it's been cold! And if you hadn't of gathered, I'm not really a fan of the COLD.

After hearing about my friend, Raven McAllan's recent trip to the Maldives and Sri Lanka, I spent a bit of time reminiscing on the time when Hubby and I went to Maldives. It was a time before the twins took over our life (in a good way of course!)and we were young, free and single. (Lately, we feel old, grey and knackered the majority of the time, but hey, we wouldn't change it for the world. Not even for a private Maldivian island of our own!)

So, I fished (excuse the pun) out a few of my favourite photos from that holiday to share we you.

I hope they fill your day with tons of sunny, feel good inspiration too.

Hope you all enjoyed 

'Til next time

Sam :-) 

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Guest blogger and writing royalty, Raven McAllan is with us today...(**Bows down**)

Eeeeek!!! I'm very excited BECAUSE, today I have the wonderful (somewhat raunchy! Wink, wink) Raven McAllan on my blog. That's right, I have a writing celebrity here on my little ol' blog! This has been a long time coming and I'm so happy that I finally have her here....So with further ado, its over to the lady herself....Take it away Raven.

What's in a name?

Vowels, consonants, a capital letter. What else?

Emotions, pictures, memories.

And?

Actually, that’s up to you, the reader.

Intrigued? Interested? Turned off?

That is what I mean.

A name of a house, a street, a book, or a character. Each and every one of us will have a different reaction to it. Even the label you put on something or someone will be different. (think the old terrorist or freedom fighter tags.) What you decide is relevant, is your opinion, not necessary the one of the man—or woman—next door. Or even the man on the Clapham Omnibus. (If you're not of a certain age, you might need a search engine for that.)

Which in a convoluted way is me asking you, do you have names of people or places, that turn you off. Or book titles that make you think yuk, not for me. Because names and titles are such personal things aren't they?

I may love a name for my hero. It might make you want to puke because it's the name of the guy who dumped you for your best friend. Or your dad. (I can't read about a sexy hero with my dad's name.)
Can you get round that? Because after all there's a hell of a lot of guys called Pete or Arthur or something. Just as some people might want to live in Acacia Avenue and others wouldn't touch it with a barge pole. Subjective every time.

I've been accused in the past of not giving a detailed enough description of my hero or heroine. In my case that's deliberate. I don't base my characters on movie stars or rock singers or whatever. Very early on someone said to me, they nearly didn't read a book of mine because the guy on the cover reminded her of X and she hated X. It made me think.

I don't go to that extreme, but I do like to make my own mind up about the characters when I read a book. Give me hair and eye color, height and weight, and let me add all the little nuances.
So take Ruari and Seb in Teaching Teacher. You'll know their general features, however then you can decide if they resemble Brad Pitt or Joe Manganiello, or even the guy on the tube opposite you.
If you want Ruari or Seb…

Here's the blurb about their story—

Finding love in a new town had not been in Seb's plans.
But life has a tendency to throw you curveballs – like Ruari.
When the new head teacher walks into his bar, Ruari knows he has to have him, and damn the consequences. When lust turns to love, nothing else matters. Together they will overcome, no matter what. Or will circumstances drive them apart?


And a wee tease—

Ruari's head was spinning, his arms were stiff, his cock ached, and he wanted to be alone with Seb. It seemed like hours, but was probably no more than forty-five minutes, before he judged they could leave his bar staff to finish off. He swung behind
the bar, grabbed a surprised Seb, and kissed him full on the lips. Cheers and catcalls sounded from the people around the bar.
"You." He finished off with a squeeze to Seb's ass, "are a fucking star. Definitely, a fucking star."
"Too much info boss." Dave was smirking at him.
Oh fucking shit. He realized where he was. Bollocks and buggery and any other appropriate epithets. How the hell was he going to sort this monumental cock-up out? He chanced a look at Seb's expression, and sighed inwardly with relief. Seb was laughing.
"Feet. Mouth into?" Seb asked him.
He nodded. "As Ever. Okay we're finished here. Coffee?"
Seb nodded. Kizzy, who had walked up to them unnoticed made a face, and sniggered. "That is the most pathetic euphemism I've heard boss. Coffee. Hah!" She carried on past them, still sniggering.
"Gotcha there, Boss." Dave patted him on the back. "Take yourself off for er coffee. Don't forget the Swiss roll with it."
"Hells bells." Ruari almost pushed Seb through the door and into the stairwell of his flat. "Are you sure you still want to take a chance on me. I shouldn't be let out without a keeper. And my lips sealed."
Seb pulled him tightly towards his body. Cock found cock and reacted in the best possible way. "Oh, you're not reneging now, boss man." Seb moved so his cock surged upwards. "All that is so easily arranged."
"Huh?" He was so caught up in the sensations of Seb hard against him, he’d lost the thread of the conversation.
"Lips sealed and a keeper. I'll be happy to be in change of all that. Soon,” Seb said.
"Okay, so, first we have coffee?"
Seb smiled and squeezed Ruari's arm. "Coffee, where's your car?"

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You can find out all about me on… www.ravenmcallan.com
And you can purchase Teaching Teacher from...

Breathless press
Amazon uk
Amazon com
Book strand 

Thanks for stopping by Raven and goodluck with Teaching Teacher!


Til' next time!

Sam :-)