Flynn McCrory is under the spotlight…
F: Turn the darn thing off please, it's showing my bad side. Ah
that's better. Now, My Lady said I had to answer your questions. She's checked
the list you sent me and said question 3 is too much information, all the
answer I'm allowed to give is Only when there are no midges… and question four,
mind you own fu… bloody business and I'm not even allowed to let you mention it
So here are the questions and Flynn's answers
Q What got you into reporting?
A A car… No I'm not being arsy. I was walking to my car one
day and saw an armed robbery across the road. I ducked behind the car and did a
phone call to the cops and gave an account as best I could see it. It was
before picture phones and stuff, in the days of the brick sized mobile, but the
company who made my documentaries got hold of the tape made and offered me a
job.
Q What made you stop?
A Too old, too tired, too cranky and arthritic and too aware
that it had lost me my lady
Q So now, a bit more up to date, do you go naked outside
often?
A Snigger …I'm not allowed to reply other than mention
midges
Q… Butt p…umphfpftt
A yeah do not ask.
Q okay, point taken. What's it like living on an island with
six dominant women?
A Scratches head Same as with one I guess. Kristin is
My Lady, the others respect that. I help them out with the heavy jobs, but I'd
do that with anyone. We're like a village, it doesn't matter what we are, or
who we are we look after each other.
Q How did you feel when you discovered you were a sub?
A Intrigued, puzzled… interested. Shrug I knew I had
to be with Kristin, no one else. Luckily she agreed.
Q Do you miss reporting?
A Nope, because I still do it. I write the Ballingal Bugle,
our monthly mag. Can I sign you up for a subscription?
(He did)
Okay quick answers
Football or rugby Rugby
Beer or Lager Red
wine
(okay, I'm not arguing)
Haggis or black pudding Haggis
Kilt or trews Depends
on the midge situation
Glasgow or Edinburgh Depends
on what for.
You're very diplomatic
F laughs I have to be, I live on an island with six
dominant women.
True enough. So would you live anywhere else?
F Only if My Lady said so. Wither she goes and all that.
His eyes light up as Kristin approaches. With what can only
be described as a wicked evil grin in my direction he bowed his head to her and
kissed her hand… I swoon… What a man.
The Dommes of Ballingal: Kristin
Ballingal. An Island in the middle
of a Loch. Where women rule, and hearts are saved—or broken.
I love the sound of the ladies of
the loch. There are six of them. Kristin's is the first story to be told.
Kristin McCrory would never in a
million years have thought her ex-husband would show up on Ballingal and
profess his need to sub for her. Flynn is the ultimate stubborn Alpha male, and
his refusal to even discuss her need to be in charge had already cost them
their marriage. That, and his apparent need to seek out the most dangerous
place to report on in his work as a television documentary reporter.
However, the Flynn she knew is not
the Flynn who stands before her now. This Flynn is a broken man and she can’t
just turn him away. As an Empath and mind reader, Kristin can sense his
emotional and physical pain. It means Kristin feels even more drawn to the man
she loves, and their connection is as strong as ever.
Love is worth fighting for after
all, and Flynn finds new strength in his submission.
Available at: Bookstrand
About Raven
A multi-published, best selling author
of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband, in a
house much too big for them—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. As once she is writing she is
oblivious to everything else, 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.
Or….
Well what can I say?
I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle
around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up
when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the
lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only
looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the
bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the
yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to
be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get
pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
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Excerpt
“Bring those, please.” She didn’t wait to see
if he would do as she said, but turned her back on him and began to walk like a
ship in full sail back up the path toward the cluster of stone buildings a few
hundred yards up the hill. The dozen or so other visitors scattered in various
directions as Flynn slung his bag over his shoulders, picked up the boxes, and
walked three strides behind her.
Is this
welcome to a sub’s paradise? Fuck that for a game of soldiers, or subs. I might
say I’ll sub, but there’s subbing and
