Book Spotlight on Temptation (Isola dei Sogni) by Raven McAllan #shifter #romance

Hi, Raven here. Thank you so much for offering to host me today. I’m about dancing on the ceiling, as I’m very excited about the fact Temptation the first book in my new series, Isola dei Sogni is now available from Evernight Publishing here

(You can get it on Amazon, and from other eBook vendors as well.)

Although it’s sort of a rerelease, because several years ago I had two short stories out about Isola dei Sogni, an island where dreams and fantasies come true if you let them, it’s new as well.

When I got the rights back, I knew the stories needed to be longer and with a bit more of an impact. I hope I’ve achieved that. Once I’d played round with them, and thought them better, I subbed them to Evernight, who, quite rightly decided now book two Temptation would make a better book one. The other story Impulse is now book two and will be released in March.

(I hope that’s not confusing.)

So Temptation is ready to be read. I do hope if you decide to give it a go, you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I had a blast.

Blurb~

An island where dreams and fantasies come true?

Unheard of.

That’s what Meryl thought until someone showed her the brochure.

Dare she?

It was all well and good until the one person she didn’t want to see was there. Ready, willing and able to give her those fantasies.

Marloth couldn’t believe his eyes when the one lady he truly loved appeared on Isola Dei Sogni. Was this his second chance to prove his love for her?

Now he just had to get her to believe in him, and that they had a future together.

Being a shifter wasn’t going to help. He’d need all of his human skills to achieve his heart’s desire.

            Here’s a wee tease~

He stared at her with narrowed eyes but stayed silent. If he spoke and she replied in any way except polite, he’d end up shifting, and there’d be hell to pay. Shifting in front of guests—even those who knew you were a tiger-shifter—was a big no-no. He wondered if any guest had asked for a fantasy where they were faced with a shifter shifting. If they had, he’d never heard of it.

Meryl reached the side of the boat and waited until he leaped onto the jetty beside her to help her aboard. Her perfume surrounded him, and Marloth wanted to howl at the sun. She was his. Nothing had changed there.

She smirked, took his hand, and paused before she stepped on to the boat. “Thank you.”

He bit back what he wanted to say—why are you here?—and nodded.

“Cat got your tongue?”

That was it. He snarled aloud, and his teeth showed very much tiger-style. “It might get yours if you don’t behave. You came, you asked for the fantasy. So, by God, you’re getting it. Get on.” He held his hand out and after a long moment when he thought he might have to manhandle—or cathandle—her on board, she nodded.

“Yeah.” Meryl let out a long sigh. “Sorry. I’m a bit stressed out. I saw the picture, but decided I was hallucinating. After all, the last time I saw you, you were loping across the field behind my house, and I was shit-scared you’d be shot as the big cat of the Trossachs.”

Actually, the last time you saw me was much more recent than that. He chose to keep his mouth shut about that meeting. “That could have been difficult, I admit. But we were somewhat overtaken by events. Visitors as we were about to say goodbye. Shit timing. Your expression was to tell me to scat-cat, and I had no chance to shift. No.” He put his hand over her lips and felt her soft, warm breath feather over it. “It’s over now. Let’s try and move on as best we can.” Damn, if it didn’t hurt to say that. It wasn’t true, not for him, and if he were honest, he had no intention of letting it be over. He would sort things out—he had to. “Why don’t you sit down and let’s get off to your atoll. It’s about twenty minutes.” He didn’t say he could do the trip faster if he tried. The less time she was on the atoll, the less time he would have to concentrate solely on her, and Marloth wanted to think and plot. Then concentrate on her.

Meryl nibbled her top lip, and then nodded. “Okay.”

Marloth opened a small fridge and gave her a bottle of water. She took it and twisted it between her hands.

“Thank you.”

“Welcome. Keep your liquid intake up. It’s going to be a scorcher. Do you have cream on?”

Meryl rolled her eyes. “Duh, I might come from the land where most tans are of the spray variety, but I’m not stupid. I do know how many beans make five. Factor forty actually.”

“And put that into your pipe and smoke it, smart-ass.” Her thought came to him loud and clear.

“Good girl.” It seemed she’d either forgotten his gift of hearing her thoughts or wanted to tell him what she thought.

“Add patronizing ass to that.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, whatever. Lifejacket under your seat, life raft’s next to me. So, let’s go.” He moved swiftly and cast off the boat. Meryl watched him without moving her head. He was very conscious of the way she used her eyes to follow his every move.

“You know, you’re really graceful, aren’t you?” She sounded surprised. The admiration in her voice sent a shockwave of hot splinters into his cock. Oh shit. That was all he needed, to be turned on by her so easily. But it had been like that before. One look from her, and he was hot, hard, and raring to go.

“I’m a tiger. We are.”

She looked bewildered. “Eh?”

“Graceful,” he elaborated.

“Oh, right.” She looked anywhere but at his face. Her gaze skittered over his crotch, and he watched the blush flare over her chest and cheeks. Well, his prick was pushing against his linen trousers and turning them into a tent.

“You do that to me.” He tried to sound casual and failed dismally. “Turn me on with a look. I could, all so easily, drop anchor, drop trousers, and drop you onto the deck.”

Her eyes widened.

“But I won’t. You want me, you tell me.” He checked the compass and altered direction slightly. “It’s over to you now. I know damned well I could persuade you to make love, but I’m not going to. When we make love again, it’s going to be because you instigate it. Your chance to show me what you want and how you want it. And I’m going to lie back and let you.”

“Hell, you’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you? What if I say never?” Meryl spoke so casually, he wondered how on Earth could he think she had feelings for him.

“Because I need to. I need to have faith and hope.” He laughed, though he felt like crying. “If you say never, I’ll be single, sad, and alone.”

******

Happy reading,

Love Raven x

Author Spotlight #TNTConfidential with Raven McAllan & Hong Kong Heat #erotic #romance

Ever been to Hong Kong? No? Allow Raven McAllan to take you on a sizzling tour...Welcome to Hong Kong. Welcome to, Hong Kong Heat. 

I love Hong Kong.

The sights, the scents, (yes, really, pungent though some are,) the sheer diversity of the place.

It fascinates me, and is probably my favorite city. (Singapore is a close second though.)

I've been lucky enough to go to Hong Kong several times. As my husband is usually there to work, I have time to myself to explore and plot.

Hong Kong Heat came about from one of the days we spent together, and walked across Lamma Island. A young couple, holding hands and stopping every so often for a quick kiss and cuddle were in front of us. Then they took a side path to a look out spot.

My mind went into overdrive.

Then a friend and I were on holiday in Amsterdam. I told her my rough plot, and she nagged me to get on with writing it. I did and used her name for my heroine.

The Lamma Island walk is in the book. We, I hasten to add were hot and needed a cold drink to cool down, but only because of the heat and humidity.

The rest of the city was the perfect backdrop for Debra and Braam.

Blurb…

Debra Scotburn never thought of herself as a cougar, until she fell in lust at first sight with a much younger man.

Braam Van Meister, a hotshot—and hot-bod—trouble- doesn't do commitment, until the older, curvy, vivacious brunette robs him off his ability to control a certain body part.

Unable to keep their hands off each other, they embark on a passion-filled holiday fling.

Surely that is all it can ever be? Braam's work takes him all around the world at a moment's notice, and Debra is on the last leg of her middle-aged-crisis induced gap year.

When misunderstandings tear them apart, can they both admit their love and find the trust needed to make this more than just a fling?

                      

A wee tease…

"You're trespassing. You shouldn't be up here at night."

She stared up at him and grinned. The moon appeared from behind a cloud and his pulse jumped like a flea in a circus. It was her. His mystery lady.

“So I am, or should that be am not?” She swirled her arms and the moonlight caught the ripples and sent tiny moonbeams dancing over the surface of the pool. “Which means unless you’re the night watchman…?” Her voice trailed off mid sentence, on a querying note.

Braam shook his head.

“Then neither should you. So why don’t you join me? Or is jogging the only exercise you do?” She tilted her head to one side and swam in lazy circles around the island in the centre of the pool.

Does she know there’s innuendo in that statement?

“Come on, live dangerously. You know you shouldn’t swim alone at night.” She laughed. “So in actual fact, we’ll be helping each other.”

Why not? Braam pushed the sides of his trousers apart and kicked them off his legs with scant care to creases. The suit needed to go to the cleaners anyway. An over anxious sous chef had made sure of that when Braam had checked the buffet earlier.

He left his boxers on—after all there was such a thing as over-familiarity—and dived in.

The water closed over his head and he pushed to the surface. It was like swimming in a Jacuzzi without the bubbles. The warmth surrounded him as he swam towards the woman leaning against the 

edge of the pool with her arms stretched out to hold her in place.

“So, hello, Ms Intruder. We meet again.” He trod water and moved his arms and hands to stay in front of her and not move into her personal space. As much as he’d have liked to crowd her, demand who she was and why she was there, he knew better.

“It seems we do. Nothing more mysterious than the ways of the world, eh?” She chuckled and splashed water with her legs. “Is this where I say fancy meeting you here? Or we must quit meeting like this, people will talk?”

There was no doubt about that, especially if the night manager turned the security cameras on. Braam angled his body then swam around the island so that if that did happen, his face wouldn’t be seen. There was one spot where the cameras didn’t reach, but was visible to the lifeguards when they were on duty. As he hoped, the lady swam after him, until they reached what he termed the safe area.

“Are we playing tag?” Her voice was husky and it lifted his libido and his cock by several notches. In fact, his cock was pressing against his boxers and even the water couldn’t   come to his aid so he didn't get harder by the minute. This woman intrigued him.

“I can think of better things to play.”

Her eyes widened and the laugh she gave went straight to his dick and hinted at all things erotic.

“Such as? Ludo? Scrabble, or, I know, Hotel?” She ran her tongue around her lips in an unconscious invitation to plunder and Braam was hard pressed not to groan.

“You show me yours and I’ll show you mine…” Braam paused. “Hotel, I mean, what else?”

She giggled. It wasn’t the silly sound a young girl would make, but a deep, sexy noise. “How about Kiss Chase?”

In one swift movement the lady pushed off the side, kissed him hard on the lips and turned to swim away. He was too fast for her. Braam held her by the shoulders, tread water and kissed her back.

She groaned deep into his mouth and let her tongue swirl with his. Her body floated next to his and her breasts teased his chest. The thin lace that covered her was no barrier to hide how her nipples stood out. Braam slid one leg between hers and moved one hand to hold her ass and push her tight against him.

She wriggled and ground her pussy on his cock. Yet again, the few scraps of lace she wore were negligible. Even so it took immense control not to rip them away and have nothing between them. Instead he held her close, let her rub herself on him and savoured the moment. Braam swam them backwards a few feet until he could rest on a ledge a foot or so underwater and sit his lady on his knees with her legs either side and her pussy open to his cock. It was teasing, tantalising and downright enjoyable. Judging by the shivers and mewls she made as he nibbled her ear and scattered kisses over her face and mouth, she agreed. Her hands played with his nipples.

Until his cock gave notice that a few more seconds’ play and they’d need to clean the pool out. He was so close to coming it hurt.

Braam pulled back and she moaned in protest.

“Honey, I’m so close to coming it’s painful. We need to get out and find somewhere more suitable.” He towed her to the roman steps at one end of the pool and glanced around the area. Not even a sunbed had been left out.

His lady looked dazed and her eyes were misty.

“Eh?”

“We can’t come in the pool. Well, I can’t. We need to… Holy hell and fuck.”

She sat up, half out of the water, and rubbed her face. “That sounds rude and hold on, we need to fuck? Who says?”

“Well, you didn’t say we didn’t a few minutes ago,” Braam said. “But we need condoms. I don’t suppose you have one with you?”

“Con… Argh, shit and fuck. No, strangely I don’t. They’re not something I feel I need when I go for a walk at midnight.” She sounded horrified. “Even if it does include an illicit swim. You?”

He shook his head. “Sadly no. I mean where would I carry it?

She got out of the pool and looked around her. “Apart from that, I don’t make a habit of screwing with strangers, even with a condom. Where’s a towel? Blame it on the moon, oh, I don’t know, temporary insanity or jet lag or something. Pure fucking stupidity. Look, if you try anything, I’ve got a black belt in karate. So, towels?”

“Locked away. Along with sunbeds, robes and all things needed to fuck.” He paused. “Or dry off.”

She shut her eyes and sighed. “Figures. Oh, Lord, what have I done?”

“Nothing yet, and in the future? Up to you, but let me say, I seem to have been inflicted by the same bout of insanity if that’s any consolation.”

“It isn’t. I guess I’ll have to do the walk of shame in a dress sticking to my wet body.”

“Or we could make love and dry off that way?” Braam suggested. He could have bitten his tongue out. Do I have a death wish? When will I learn to keep my mouth shut?

“Or not. Sorry. But I don’t even know your name. Isn’t it at least polite to be introduced or something?”

She shivered and Braam stood up and left the pool to grab his shirt.

“Here, use this to dry off.” He handed her the shirt and walked to the other side of the pool where his jacket and trousers were. “My name is Abraham,” he said as he used his jacket to soak up the bulk of the moisture on him. It looked like even the dry cleaners wouldn’t save it. “Braam to my friends.”

There was silence from the other side of the pool.

“And you?”

His answer was to hear the faint noise of the lift descending.

Hong Kong Heat will be available to download from 27^th February,

from

https://www.totallybound.com/hong-kong-heat

all about Raven can be found on

www.ravenmcallan.com