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Mid-Week Tease – WIP – Cowboy Bent – #MWTease – #Nanowrimo

Mid Week Tease Button

I’m glad to be participating in Author Sandra Bunino’s Mid-Week Tease! I’m a little later than usual in posting my #MWTease, but better late than never. Though I’m not sure my excuse is adequate, I’ve been hustling to catch up on my word count for #Nanowrimo and well, that’s kept me very busy.You all know I love this feature because it gives us authors the opportunity feature a snippet from our work! I’ve always found it pretty cool to read parts of authors works, whether past, present or WIPs because it gives you insight into the author.

This week I’ve decided to post a snippet from the opening of my #Nanowrimo piece that I’ve titled Cowboy Bent. In this short scene Becca gets a flat tire on a country back road while trying to locate a produce farm. The Florida heat is steamy in early August and changing a tire is no easy feat. But she manages to get halfway through the process when a truck rolls up. Becca’s a little nervous because she’s in the middle of nowhere, but once she gets a glimpse of Drew Hayworth…her mind travels to other places! 😉 Enjoy!

“Need some help with that tire, Blondie,” the husky male voice said with a chuckle. His feet hit the gravel and his door shut. His boots shuffled across the roadway. She needed to get a good look at the person who may kidnap or kill her… maybe even snap his picture on her phone so the cops would have something to go by. Becca stood up by her car.

Holy shit! Coming towards her was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. She gripped the side of her car to keep her knees from buckling her to the ground. He was tall. Easily six foot three. His blue t-shirt clung to his chest making it obvious he had a hard and muscular body underneath. His dark blue jeans hung low on his hips and were faded on his thighs with what looked like dirt smudged on the legs. Clearly, he worked outside. But even covered in denim, he couldn’t disguise his powerful legs, his jeans clinging to his muscles. And his eyes…Good God! His eyes were the most piercing blue she had ever seen. They were gorgeous, like the deepest part of the ocean. His blue baseball cap sat backward on his head and she caught a glimpse of his dark brown hair. Then he smiled at her and she lost all her ability to breathe. All sorts of crazy thoughts zipped through her head. Becca shook her head trying to bring herself back from the fantasies this man sparked in her mind.

“First, my name’s not Blondie,” she said kind of snarky. Where the hell did that come from? He chuckled… again. “Second, I know how to change a tire just fine. Thank you very much.” But he didn’t stop crossing the street.

“I think Blondie suits you,” he said with a snicker. He rounded the front of her car and stood next to her admiring the several lug nuts she had already removed. “And it does appear you know what you’re doing. I’m impressed.” He looked at her again and his gaze moved from her face down her body and back up until he locked eyes with her. The look in his eyes made her heart slam against her chest.  “I’m definitely impressed!” Becca felt the heat rise in her cheeks. He winked at her.

“Blondie doesn’t suit me,” she said, trying to gain some ground with him. “How would you know what suits me?” Boy, did this guy have some nerve. He may be hot… okay, very hot, but he wasn’t allowed to nickname her, especially before knowing her.

“You look like a Blondie to me,” he said matter-of-factly. “But if you would prefer I call you by your name, you’ll have to give it to me. Otherwise, Blondie it is!” Taking the dangling wrench out of her hand, he knelt next to her and finished removing the lug nuts. With every twist of the wrench, Becca could see his bicep and tricep muscles ripple. A tattoo peeked out from the sleeve of his t-shirt. She’d love to see more of it. Hmmm… did he have tattoos anywhere else on his body? Becca was sure she was losing her mind. She shook her head again. This guy was working a number on her brain today. Maybe it was this Florida heat.

“My name is Rebecca,” she said quietly. Something about him made her want to tell him her name. “But everyone calls me Becca.” He looked up at her from the grass and smiled.

“Okay, Becca,” he said, drawing out the sound of her name. The way her name rolled off his tongue sent a chill down her spine despite the raging Florida heat. Visions of him above her, kissing her, whispering her name as he made love to her played in her head.  Clearing his throat, Becca returned to reality and her cheeks once again heated from the fantasies in her head.  He smiled. “My name is Andrew. And everyone calls me Drew.”

This is how I picture Drew Hayworth:


P.S. In last week’s Mid-Week Tease, I teased a snippet from my short story, Panther Ridge, that I submitted for Evernight’s Alpha’s Claim Anthology. Guess what? It got picked up! Yay! I’ll keep everyone posted on when to expect that Anthology out!

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Double the Pleasure With Raven McAllan

It’s with great pleasure that I welcome Raven McAllan back to the Spicy Butterfly Garden. She’s here today offering up information on two Evernight Publishing releases she has back to back. First, she is part of the six EP authors that joined forces for the new Crimson Rope Anthology. From what I hear, it is hot, hot, hot! And how could it not be? The participating authors are pretty incredible. Second, Raven’s solo release of Livvy’s Devil Dom. Please join me in welcoming, Raven McAllan!

Well it’s not “what a night for m”e (although I did write 5k on the flight from Hong Kong to London on Monday night) it’s “what a week.”

I have two releases out.

Firstly on 5th I’ was honored to be included in The Crimson rope anthology with the fantastic authors London St James, Doris O’Connor, Elizabeth M. VaLey and Nikki Prince and R. Brennan.


Crimson Rope Anthology Blurb:

Unleash your kinky side with six titillating BDSM tales…

Let The Crimson Rope bind you in an erotic adventure sure to please, with skilled Doms and sexy submissives that are willing to explore their boundaries. From pleasured gasps to stinging desire, the authors of this anthology will not only seduce you, but leave you begging for more.

And of course it’s from

 Livvy cover from FB

And secondly, just the day after—today in fact if you’re reading this on 6thLivvy’s Devil Dom is released.

Every time I have a book accepted, I do the chair swivel jiggle. Dance around the house and scare the cats. It doesn’t matter how good I, or my beta thinks it is, until I get the ‘we would be happy to’ email I wear refresh out on my computer. To say nothing of biting my nails.

And if it’s a no? Oh I swear, eat chocolate, leave it (and me) to sulk for a bit and then read it again. If I was told why it’s a no, I try to understand and take heed. If it’s a revise and resubmit, I look carefully at what the publisher says needs doing. Then I make a decision to see if I think I can do that. Sometimes, it’s a no it isn’t me. Then it’s a rethink to see if it will fit better elsewhere. Not all stories suit all publishers. When you find a publisher that likes your ‘voice’ it’s an amazing feeling.

Sadly sometimes you think you’ve clicked and oh my no you haven’t. It’s like a big black cloud over you, when a book both you and your editor thought works sinks without a trace due to the publisher’s reputation.

That was the case with Livvy’s Devil Dom. Oh I grant you it was only half the book it is now. And the changes that were made to it after myself and my editor sent it off to be formatted did it no favors. What made it worse was that until it was released I and the editor had no idea things had been changed, and readers pointed out the errors, and naturally blamed us.

Happily, that publishing house is now defunct, and I and all the other authors had our rights returned to us.

For a while I sat on my story and let it simmer, until Sael my lovely Devil Dom started to shout at me. When I re read the story, I cringed in places. I wrote it a while ago, but however under the errors was a hot story clamoring to be improved and given the opportunity to shine.

So Sael and Livvy shouted at ne, I I’m very character driven) told me what had been missed out, what I had to add and where, and eventually their story, their full story unfolded.

I then sent it to Evernight and held my breath. Bless them they were back to me overnight with a yes, and ohh my, did I dance around the house. Sael and Livvy were going to get their second chance.

Livvy cover from FB

Livvy’s Devil Dom Blurb:

When Livvy releases the devil within, he comes with sex that is out of this world—and the small matter of a life or death and decision. As for Sael, he has never met a more ornery or sexy as hell human than formerly-vanilla teacher, Livvy.

She belongs to him, for now, and this devil Dom will try everything in his power to ensure she stays his.

He needs her complete submission to survive, but even if she gives it, will it be a happy-ever-after or hell on earth?


And how about a wee tease?

Her touch brought his fangs out, and his tail swished in an arc. To her surprise, a neat but vicious set of horns appeared on either side of his head. Shiny and dark, they made her tremble. It wasn’t pure fear, Livvy noticed, but tempered with excitement.

“You bring out my Devil Within. In a good way. You complete me. And it saves me explaining that these”—he touched his horns—”will appear.”

Livvy stared. Then, as a credit to her own temerity, ran her fingers over them. Velvet, rock hard velvet.

“What do you do with them?” she asked.

He’d shown her—almost. His head dipped toward her pussy. Then he stopped and rubbed one velvet tip over her clit.

“Show me.” She stared up at him and hoped the trust and interest she had were obvious in her expression. “Show me what you use them for. I’m guessing it’s not for hoopla or quoits.”

Sael sniggered. “Not unless your kink goes that way. I er, well…” His voice trailed off. Livvy rolled her eyes.

“Argh for goodness’ sake. Do I get out the vibrator, or do I get a horn? Though I guess it doesn’t vibrate I bet it’s good.”

“You reckon? Let me show you.” His voice was gravelly, with added heat. “Ah now, pet, feel the heat.” He got up onto his knees, lifted her legs to stretch out each side of him and bent his head. The fine, short, and curly hairs tickled her skin, and Livvy jumped. It didn’t tickle, exactly, but it did heighten her arousal. Then Sael stroked her clit with the tip and let it slide over her soft skin toward the entrance to her channel. Livvy wriggled and gasped as a wave of fire swept through her.

“It’s hot and heat, and it throbs.” She stopped moving as he edged the horn oh so gently inside her. Her muscles tensed, and he paled. Did he think she might say red, or even worse, crumble? There was no chance. She’d got this far, and Livvy didn’t intention to renege.

She began a tiny clench and release move, over and over again. “I want more.”

“Dammit, do you know how bloody difficult it is not to thrust, take, and force the pace?” He grunted the words. “You know the expression to the hilt?”

Why was he talking about stupid expressions and not filling her to the hilt? Ah…

“Yeah, so? Do it then.”

He grinned. “Did you know the opposite end to the tip of a Devil’s horn is called the hilt?” Then he pushed.

Tiny stings slid over the inner walls of her pussy, as his horn slid “to the hilt” and back. Over and over those little stabs hit her and tingles spiraled from them. Wave after wave of fiery heat pulsed through her as he moved. Livvy opened her eyes a slit, and watched in awe as tiny shards of light pulsed around his head, dancing up and down in time to their sexual beat. The sensations were so different from when he fucked her with his cock or finger. Every so often a gush of her arousal slipped past his horn to coat her legs. Then he shuddered and groaned.

“Liv-love, I can’t help this. Take a deep breath, and hold me tight inside. Because if my horn makes me come, my cock will spill all over us, and you’ll have to lick it off me and me off you. We’ll defer on the sheets.”

What the hell is he rambling on about?  Being impaled on a hot throbbing horn didn’t add to the ability to think coherently. She didn’t bother to answer him or try to work out how his cock was so agile. She just clenched her inner muscles and refused to let him go.

The roar he gave should have been heard in the capital. With strength he hadn’t shown before, Sael lifted her ass into the air—without taking his horn out—and his cock grazed her ass. His horn shuddered, his body shook, and he was right. Cum coated her.

Livvy floated, and saw bright colored lights. She was only dimly aware of Seal slumping next to her before he gathered her into his arms and let his other horn stroke over her neck.

She snuggled into him, and pressed her lips to his nipple. He wriggled, and she giggled. “That’s not an invitation for the next round. That’s a thank you.”

“Not for a few minutes anyway.”

She looked up at him, and he laughed. “Ah, pet, you are so easy to read at times. Now rest there until I run a bath. Um you’re not too sore, are you? I got a bit carried away and didn’t temper my pulsars.”

“Is that what it’s called?”

He nodded.

“Er no, just all hot and well hot. But having said that, I don’t want to be impaled on a horn every time. Even if it does bring a new meaning to the expression I’m horny. Oh shit, you having such unusual thingies and all that. I can’t come pregnant though a horn can I?”

“Thingies? Thingies, sheesh, woman.” He laughed so hard he nearly fell off the bed. Livvy was oh so tempted to give him a helping hand.

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