Blog Hop Winners!

Thank you everyone who participated in the Evernight's Christmas Blog Hop and in The Holiday Gifts of Love Hop! I hope you all enjoyed yourself and I look forward to "seeing" you in future hops! Now for the winners...

Evernight Christmas Blog Hop: 

 Kimmies Kreations and April Holgate

Holiday Gifts of Love Blog Hop:  

Dawna Newman 

Again, Thank you everyone for participating, following and playing along! Happy Holidays! *hugs*

T n'T's Confidential: Raven McAllan Stuff the Stocking...Giveaway!

Happy Tuesday! Christmas is around the corner! Everybody ready? Today I've got author Raven McAllan coming for a visit again and talking stuffed stockings, Santa and well, read on! Oh, did I mention she's also holding a giveaway? 
 

Stuff The Stocking—give me Santa…

 Let's face it, not for one moment am I going to believe Santa is a little old roly-poly man with last night's dinner in his beard and who smells of snuff or worse.

"Oh no he isn't."

Under that red coat and furry hat is a lot of padding. Cushions, polystyrene bits, and the odd chunk of cotton wool But, wait for it, under all that is a hot-bod-drop-dead-gorgeous-lose-your-knickers-in-a-flash for guy. Who smells divine.

My version is tall dark and handsome (duh) with deep, dark, fathomless eyes and a smile that lights all my candles and more! Feel free to imagine your own private fantasy Santa. Or borrow mine; I don't mind sharing. After all, Christmas is a time for sharing.

So stuff the stocking, (although that conjures up some very interesting scenarios) I'd prefer Santa to do the stuffing…

I seem to have a few Christmas stories out this year, can you tell I'm a sucker for all things Christmassy… From Where There's A Will, my free story (Evernight Publishing), via A Vanilla Free Christmas, the anthology (also from Evernight), to The Perfect Gift, Book three in my Ladies of London series (Breathless Press) to Deck Mac Hall, (also Breathless). I've spanned the era's, and degree of hotness…

Last Christmas, I did the usual, wished on a star… wow wishes do come true… 

Mac Hall in Deck Mac Hall, the Christmas story that is to be released this coming Friday, hopes his wishes will come true. As does Holly… but …on this cold and snowy Scottish Christmas…

See for yourself

For ten years Mac had trained to understand the sort of Dom he is. Now he must explain himself to Holly and hope it's what she wants. Holly has lusted after Mac for years, so when he suddenly announces this Christmas is the right time, she is determined to see it through.

Mac is a man of extreme tastes, and he's not all sure that Holly can be the sub he needs. He has prepared for this time for years.

Will all this preparation bear fruit, or is little Holly going to run away screaming? There's only one way to find out.

Here's a tease…

"Now that is definitely the rock-star status symbol," she said as she stared at the deep red Aston Martin DB9. "Love the color." She followed him toward the door.

"It reminds me of your lips," he said casually as he opened it to usher her inside the house. "And the color your ass will look after a spanking."

Holly spluttered and stood still. Thank goodness she didn't have a mouthful of liquid or his back would be soaking. All she could think of was the pictures he painted in her mind. Of her ass on view and his hand coming down. Another surge of juice redampened her thong, and she squirmed.

"Does that turn you on, Holls? I bet if I put my hand up that tiny pelmet of a skirt you're wearing and under your panties, you'd gush for me, wouldn't you? Soak my hand. And if I rubbed your clit, put my fingers into you, you'd come, fucking my hand. I'm so looking forward to that."

"Yes, well," Holly said. Of course he noticed. Damn him. Her ass was on fire at the thought. And sod him, she was almost coming with his words, never mind any actions. "Dream on. Talk, not show, remember? This time it's all words, not actions."

He laughed. "This time. I like that."

Bollocks. Foot in mouth.

She didn't say anything and tried not to listen to his amused chuckle. Carol the cautious one had always said her habit of opening her mouth before her brain engaged would get her into trouble one day. Instead she walked past him though a large room, which had a freezer and washing machine in it. She saw an old-fashioned pulley or dolly-maid clothes airer, as they were sometimes called, hung from the ceiling. Mac followed her gaze.

"Interesting, isn't it," he said. It wasn't a question. "Such a great mix of ropes and slats. I have another one in my room."

As a conversation stopper that took the gold star. Holly gaped at him.

"I don't use it for drying clothes either. So far it's untouched, but I'd like to rectify that."

Her skin tingled, and sharp stings of excitement bombarded her. She rubbed her legs together as a fresh gush of excitement sent her juices into overdrive. At this rate it wouldn't just be her underwear that was soaked. How on earth could she deny him anything?

"Really?" She tried for nonchalance and was sure she missed it by a mile. "Instead of a wardrobe maybe?"

"Minx. Come on. Let's have a glass of wine and sit by the fire. Then I promise I'll talk to you. Just talk until you say different. I know." He held his finger over her mouth as she opened it to come back with a smart retort. "I mustn't presume."

Holly couldn't help herself. She nipped the digit—not hard—and then ran her tongue over the spot.

"Fuck it, Holly. Do not do that. You are so testing my patience, lady, and around you, it's pretty near none-existent anyway. Go sit in the lounge. Through that door there. And shut up. Please, or I'll forget every promise I've made you and myself and fuck you five ways till Friday."

***

And as for Judith, she wants to give Stephen The Perfect Gift for their Regency Christmas. (Their story was released on the 7^th.)

Judith has the perfect present for Stephen—herself. Will he accept, or decline her gift?

Lady Judith Gresham had been in love with Stephen, Viscount Pelham for years.

 Stephen eleven years her elder, treated her purely as one of his sisters friends; he was too old in years and deeds for such a young innocent. As his sister, was now happily married, there was no longer any reason to see her.

 Even to himself he wouldn't admit he missed her.

 So when his sister and her new husband decided to have a Christmas house party, and illness causes them to beg to use his home, he agreed. Even when he heard Judith was to be one of the guests he wasn't really worried, he would keep to himself, enjoy Maria Mallins, his long married mistress, and treat Judith with distant benevolence.

 However Judith and his sister had other ideas.  Look…

A tease again

Stephen gave into temptation. He stretched out and caressed the perfect globes of the milk-white arse presented to him. His fingers ached to sample the delights he could imagine between the delicate curls that covered her quim. He nobly resisted the urge to venture further, but fondled her arse, and circled the perfect rosette of her anus.  Even that small degree of intimacy made his cock rise up and demand attention. Thank the lord for the decrees of the ton that stiff breeches were not de-rigeuer in all situations. He was pleased to be wearing pantaloons, even if they were frowned upon as fast by some of the upper echelon of the ton.

A noise not unlike a kettle about to boil was coming from under the skirts. It seemed the lady was not amused.

With an inward smile of satisfaction, Stephen used his fingers to tease for a few seconds longer, squashing his innermost desires to take things a lot further. Judith, for he was sure it was she, was upside down, her skirts hung over her upper body, and shielded him from her view.

 With regret he turned her upright, letting her skirts fall and cover her perfect body.

She was red in the face as she glared at him.

Stephen suppressed a chuckle. "Ire because I took a small liberty my dear or because I stopped before I began to explore?" He raised one fine shaped eyebrow, and held the lantern closer to her.

 The light swayed, and he saw stars, as pain radiated from his stomach, to his cock and thence upwards. He could have sworn his teeth rattled with the intensity of the blow he received.

The minx has hit me.

His breath whooshed out of him, and through the ringing in his ears he heard her furious voice.

 "You bastard, you cad, you, you, villain." Her voice was deep and full of scorn. "Is that the lone way you can justify touching me? When my head is covered and I cannot either take part or deny you?"

Put like that it did seem rather more underhand than he intended. Stephen did his best to gather air into his labored lungs and not wheeze like an old man. It was several seconds before he decided he was in control of his breathing once more. His chest heaved as he struggled to formulate his sentence.

"I apologize, my lady," he said stiffness uppermost in his voice. "If I offended or upset you." He was not going to apologize for his actions, and he saw the gleam in her eyes when she realized it.

"And do you apologize for anything more?" she asked, her hands clenched by her sides.

Stephen eyed those tiny weapons. He knew the signs of ire in a woman. "If I did so, it would be a lie," he replied. "I must be frank, I enjoyed every tiny touch, and my body aches for more."

***

See? Feisty heroines, who won't stand for any nonsense. If anyone tries to do 'stuff' without their say-so, well that person's goose will be well cooked.

To celebrate, I'll give away a copy of either book to two commenters, when they say who they want stuffed in their stocking!

You can find me at

www.ravenmcallan.com

www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com

www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan or www.facebook.com/rmcallan

and on twitter @RavenMcAlllan

Happy Christmas

Love R x

Six Sentence Sunday

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If you're here for Six Sentence Sunday: Welcome! Today's Six belong to my ARE Bestseller Christmas short Punishing Santa.

When Santa fails to please his wife, Helena takes matters into her own hands. This Christmas, Santa will be on her naughty list and he'll get more than he bargained for when she decides to teach him an unforgettable lesson.


And now those Six Sentences...

"Give me your hand," she ordered Nicolas. He did so without hesitation. Helena handcuffed him to the chair's armrest. "The other, please." Like an accomplished student, Nicolas offered her his other hand and let himself be cuffed to the other armrest. Helena observed her husband's trapped hands.

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Holiday Gifts of Love Blog Hop

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It's a Happy Holiday from your favorite Authors and Bloggers. While we know everyone celebrates a different way, we wanted to make sure that you guys knew how much we treasure you all. So from Dec 14th to Dec 17th, all 200 or so of us will be blogging about the holidays and what they mean to us. We may talk about our favorite holiday traditions, recipes, gifts, reads, heroes, and so much more. We want to hear about what you do for the holidays, what you read, and who you'll spend it with. We hope to see you here and happy hopping!

And while we do that, we are EACH doing a giveaway. Yep. There will be over 200 giveaways on each blog hosted by that Author or Blogger.

But that's not all....

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

2nd Grand Prize: A $200 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

Greetings everyone! Christmas is around the corner! Barely a week left! Yay! Aren't you all excited? I am. I'm not sure why but I love this time of year. Maybe it's the good food, the Christmas carols, the magic lingering in the air or too much eggnog (LOL just joking). Truth is, I think my passion for Christmas might come from my childhood. Family was too far away but my mom always made sure that I believed in Santa, The Three Kings and their magic.

She did a good job for I was utterly convinced Santa existed until I turned 11 and got told the awful truth. (Okay, by the time I was 11 I was already suspecting that maybe parents had something to do with it, but I liked to hang on to the dream!). Needless to say, when my mom sat me on her knee and told me the truth about Christmas I cried. At that moment, I felt like my childhood was coming to an end and I was losing a part of me!

But, as my mom gently reminded me, I had a younger sister who still believed in that special magic that surrounds the Christmas holidays, so instead of becoming a scrooge I took up the role of Santa's (Mom's) little helper. Now that my sister is all grown up and my mom doesn't really care for the holidays anymore I still can't shake off the feeling that Christmas is supposed to be special. I still decorate the house and have just made my first batch of Christmas cookies, I eat Candy Canes and listen/sing Christmas carols all day long. It doesn't matter if our tree is tiny and the dog has a habit of playing with the ornaments, that we no longer get any gifts, or that it isn't going to snow on Christmas day, there is still some magic lingering in the air. *Wink*

To celebrate this holiday and this great Blog Hop I'm giving away a copy of my recent Silver Publishing Christmas release Punishing Santa. Just leave a comment below with your email telling me what you like best about the holidays! (Get extra points for liking me on Facebook or following me on Twitter *wink*)




When Santa fails to please his wife, Helena takes matters into her own hands. This Christmas, Santa will be on her naughty list and he'll get more than he bargained for when she decides to teach him an unforgettable lesson.

Punishing Santa is available at:

Silver Publishing  (* My other two holiday books The Uncertain List and Teaching Alisse are available with a 50% discount at the Silver Publishing site!*) 

Amazon.com
Amazon.uk

Barnes & Nobles

All Romance Ebooks 


*Everything but the swag prize is international

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T n'T's Confidential: M.A. Church

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But if you want to find out more about today's T n'T's Confidential, M.A. Church's new book Nightime Dreams, then read on! 

Bryan, a simple country sheriff, is ready to shoot someone and hide the body. One particular homophobic FBI agent is really pressing his buttons. Along with that he finds himself in the middle of an FBI investigation revolving around a recent UFO crash landing, is questioned about a missing friend targeted by the FBI, and makes first contact with the very alien the FBI is hunting. 

Daroshi, a Ma’Rairan warrior, has fulfilled his obligation to his species, and is ready to mate. As second in command he monitored the rescue of his captain who crashed on Earth while collecting his mate, and witnessed the confrontation between a country sheriff name Bryan and his captain. Impressed by how courageously the brawny human male handled meeting a fully armed alien warrior, Daroshi asks permission to take Bryan as a mate. 

Neither male is ready for the problems that come with Daroshi’s decision, nor the passion that explodes between them.

Question: When did you realize you care for Daroshi and was happy you are his mate? Was it something Daroshi said, or did it just sneak up on you? 

Bryan: I think it was when he took me back to earth to get some of my things. We didn’t have a lot of time with the jump coming up. He could’ve blown me off with the excuse of lack of time, but he didn’t. I guess that’s when it became clear he really wanted me to be happy, and would do his best to make me happy. Now, as far as being happy as his mate, that’s a little harder to answer. 

Daroshi: *tentacles jerking on his back* What does that mean? You are not happy? Bryan, I want you to be happy!

Bryan: I’m not saying I’m unhappy, big guy. Calm down. All I’m saying is things are still too new between us. I have no idea what my life will be like once we get to your world, how I’ll be treated, what I’ll do every day. I’m still settling in, you know what I mean? Things are still… I’m adjusting. 

Daroshi: You will be happy as my mate; I will make sure of it.

Bryan: *Grin* I’m sure you will. And I’ll be sure to help you along, too.

Question: Does you still bake? If so, what do the aliens think of it? *insert mental picture of alien eating a chocolate chip cookie*

Bryan: I’m gonna kill M very slowly! *Laugh* so much for my secret. So far, I haven’t had much of a chance to do any baking. I’m hoping once we get to their home world, Daroshi can make something like an oven for me. He should be able to do that, right? *eyes Daroshi* Hey, what can I say, I like to bake.

Daroshi: What is this bake? What is a chocolate chip cookie? What I saw that night at your house wasn’t very good looking, I have to say.

M: Oh good Lord, you haven’t reduplicated him a cookie? Bryan!

Bryan: Um, guys, if you remember I had someone trying to—

M: Hey, hey, hey! *Waves hands frantically* Don’t finish that sentence!

Bryan: Ooops. *Blush* Sorry about that. Don’t want to give away the end of the book.

Question: If there was one thing you could go back and get on earth what would it be?

Bryan: Right now, the first thing that comes to mind is my damn gun. Seriously, I need it. But other than that, I guess I’d like to have my new mattress. You know, the one I just bought and had to leave behind.

Daroshi: *Grumbles* I made you one.

Bryan: Still not as nice as the one I left behind.

Question: So, Bryan's mate is an ALIEN!!! Scales, tentacles, along with human features… I would like to know what he thinks is Daroshi's sexiest feature. 

M: *Snicker* Bet I know the answer to that one.

Bryan: Shut you, you. *Clears throat* Okay, well. I’d have to say the tentacles. I’m not going into why I like them so much. I’ll just say they are… useful. Outside of that, I’d say his eyes. They’re really cool.

Question: I want to know what the first thought Bryan had when he first saw the aliens. 

Bryan: Oh, that’s easy: “Oh shit, I’m fucked.” I mean, the first one I saw was Ziang, and it was night too. Scared the hell out of me, to be honest. This dude was huge, and mean-looking. Yeah, I freely admit it, I was scared shitless. 

Daroshi: Oh come on, we aren’t that scary. 

Bryan: Keep telling yourself that. I know M tried to make ya’ll intimidating, without being horrifying. Still, you guys are really big close up.

M: *Grin* And I do believe that’s something you liked, right, Bryan?

Bryan: Oh yeah, I very much like.  *Wink*

Daroshi: He likes that I can pick him up, in case anyone was curious. And he’s not a little guy, either.

Bryan and M: Daroshi! 

Daroshi: What? “Looks around* What did I do now???

~Hope ya’ll enjoy speaking with Bryan and Daroshi. :-)

The first book is called Nighttime Wishes. https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nighttimewishes-790160-143.html The second book is Nighttime Dreams, and there is one more book in the series coming soon: Nighttime Promises.

 

Smashwords buy link:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/253161

ARe buy link:

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nighttimedreams-994823-144.html

Amazon buy link:

http://www.amazon.com/Nighttime-Dreams-Wishes-ebook/dp/B00A4DKP3U/ref=sr_1_24?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1352488594&sr=1-24&keywords=nighttime+dreams

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Wednesday Brief: Your Hump Day Dose of Flash Fiction

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However, if you also want to read a free story then plunge ahead!

Thanks for stopping by to read another Wednesday Brief. *smile* I know I've been missing for the past week but at first it was my trip to Sweden that got in the way and now I'm studying to pass my written driver's test *fingers crossed* for next Wednesday. Anyhow, I'm going to try and participate for the rest of the month and maybe turn this story into a Holiday Wednesday Brief short... Let's see if it works.

As always, I recommend you visit the rest of the awesome Wednesday Briefer's. The links are at the bottom.Oh, and the prompt I used was "I'll ------ when hell freezes over."

DecemberTingles

Anne stopped tapping her feet to the rhythm of the gay tune when her mother gave her a stern gaze. Trying not to pout, she sat up straighter and folded her gloved hands over her lap. She watched the dancing couples in the center of the room, swirling and prancing to the music. The women were an array of color from pine green to red to lavender. Anne frowned. Who in God’s name wore a lavender gown to a Christmas charity ball? 

She focused her gaze on the men and suppressed an amused smirk. Most of them looked like bored hoots dressed the part of little toy soldiers. Their moves were mechanical and without grace: back straight, arms slightly bent, feet following the tune without really listening to the music. Anne sighed, watching as her cousin Diana waltzed by with her fiancée. The younger girl had met her groom to be a few months ago in her brother’s office when she went to pay him a social visit. Now that all her cousins were married or about to be, Anne’s mother had grown frantic and obliged her to go to every single event in the district. As if she’d been peering into her thoughts, her mother leaned toward her loudly snapping her fan open to hide their speech from curious gazes.

“What do you think about that one, Anne dear? The one in the far left corner, standing next to Colonel Dermouth, Beth and Robert D’Esti.”
 

Anne vied her sight to where her mother directed, the corner of her lips twitching with a smile. Her mother called Colonel Dermouth’s intended by her first name out of spite. The petite girl with long raven hair had stolen the Colonel’s heart right from under Anne’s nose. Not that she’d minded. Her affair with the Colonel had never gotten beyond mild interest.

Robert D’Esti had also been, according to her mother, a perfect husband for Anne. She still remembered how highly she had spoken of the French man until his wife and babe had arrived from Paris. Anne’s blooming smile died as she caught sight of the man her mother hand mentioned. She cringed. The man was short, with a full round belly and a face so pink he rivaled her dress’s red skirt. She wished his face was nondescript, but the tiny man with a pair of spectacles dangling from his round nose looked like he’d never seen the light of day. 

“Well?” her mother demanded impatiently.

“Mother, do you really wish to see me married to that? He looks like a --“ Anne stopped mid sentence as another man caught her eye. He approached the group casually, yet carrying himself with such authority that she couldn’t help thinking him someone important. She tried to catch a glimpse of his face but his dark long hair, contrary to the current fashion, hid his visage. She all but gasped when he bowed to Beth, his wide back stretching, the muscle beneath bunching up beneath the black material. He moved back, running long fingers through his locks and saluting the mole like man her mother intended her to court with a firm handshake.

“Who’s that?” She hadn’t realized she’d asked the question aloud until her mother sniffed loudly and snapped her fan shut with a strident clack.

“It’s Colonel’s Dermouth’s friend. Some ragamuffin he met in the army.”

“What’s his name?”

“He’s not for you, Anne.”

“Mother?”

Anne turned to face the woman that had given birth to her. Harriet Marie Wilksmouth Baker. Tall and lanky, she had been a beauty in her younger years with lovely brown hair that cascaded down her back and twinkling matching eyes. Life had taken its toll and the woman that stared at Anne now was barely a shadow of that laughing girl.

“He’s not for you.” Her mother forced a smile to her lips.  “I know we’re desperate, Anne dear, but I expect you to do better than to marry a lowlife of which we know nothing about.  Perhaps, Sir Sullivan is not an adequate candidate but I’m sure there are others--”

“Mother,” Anne stared sharply at her, indignation rushing through her veins. “If we know nothing about him, how can you be so sure he’s a good for nothing?”

Her mother pressed her lips together tightly, her eyes flashing with impatience. “While you sit at home devouring those books your father likes to gift you with, I go out and try to find you a suitable husband that can provide the sort of lifestyle you’re used to. That man, has no family that we know of, no discernible background. No one knows anything about him except that he’s friends with the Colonel.”

“Shouldn’t that be enough of a voucher?”

“No. Not when it comes to your future husband and happiness. I’ll let you marry a man like that when hell freezes over, Anne.”  Her mother’s sight lifted and her tension seeped as she smiled up at a young man with black curls, offering his hand.  Anne looked up at Arthur, her neighbor's youngest son.

The poor man hadn't even opened his mouth before his mother was ushering them off to dance. "Of course Anne will accept this dance with you, right Anne?”

Anne smiled at Arthur and pushed her anger aside. "Of course." Taking his hand, she allowed the young boy to lead her into the crowd of piroueting couples. Arthur was a good boy, but that was all she'd see in him. A playful kid who liked hiding in the shadows and overhearing her conversations with his elder sister. As they moved around the ball room, her eyes rivoted to the corner, her steps almost faltering as she almost caught sight of the stranger's face.

“Arthur,” Anne whispered. “Do you know that man, the one they say is Colonel Dermouth’s friend?”

Arthur grinned and chuckled. “You’re not the first to ask. All I know is that his name is Daniel Smith and he is a business man  of sorts. We haven't been formally introduced."

To be continued...

More Briefer's? Of course!

 Victoria Adams m/f

Lily Sawyer     m/m 

MC Houle     m/m

Michael Mandrake     m/m

Cia Nordwell    m/m

Elizabeth Morgan    m/f

Tali Spencer     m/m

Julie Lynn Hayes  m/m

T n'T's Confidential: Raven McAllan!

Greetings everyone! 

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After an almost two week absence (where has time gone off too?) I've got quite a lovely bunch of authors visiting this month on T'n'T's Confidential. Today, author Raven McAllan is here, answering some questions about her latest release The Perfect Gift and Christmas!! Read on to find out more *Smile*

Judith has the perfect present for Stephen—herself. Will he accept, or decline her gift?

Lady Judith Gresham had been in love with Stephen, Viscount Pelham for years.

 Stephen eleven years her elder, treated her purely as one of his sisters friends; he was too old in years and deeds for such a young innocent. As his sister, was now happily married, there was no longer any reason to see her. Even to himself he wouldn't admit he missed her.

 So when his sister and her new husband decided to have a Christmas house party, and illness causes them to beg to use his home, he agreed. Even when he heard Judith was to be one of the guests he wasn't really worried, he would keep to himself, enjoy Maria Mallins, his long married mistress, and treat Judith with distant benevolence.

 However Judith and his sister had other ideas.

   

Welcome Raven, how long did it take you to complete this manuscript?             

 This one, The Perfect gift took me about a week, my characters knew exactly what they wanted to say and do. I listened and wrote it.  Usually, it can be from a couple of days to a month, I depends on the length, where I am and what I'm up to. You know wink distractions…

 You’ve written everything from historical romance, to contemporary to paranormals…how do you come up with ideas?       

           

I have no idea, they pop up at the strangest of times, and places.

What is it you like best about being an author?  Giggle I can make people who have annoyed me into the baddy!

Imagine you’re in a life or death situation, and you can only save one of your characters. Which one would you choose and why?   

Only one? Help…it would have to be Raig in The Price to Pay

What is an ordinary day for Raven?                  

 I don't think I have a normal day. If I'm awake first I take DH a cuppa, otherwise he brings me one. Usually I'm awake though, I'm a morning person. If we're on holiday I have been known to take a pillow into the bathroom, sit on it, and type in there so I don't disturb him in the wee small hours. Aren't I nice? Snort At home I procrastinate, go for a walk in the forest and talk through my latest plot with a friend. Come home procrastinate and then type like fury until I see the time. Panic, do a quick rearrangement of the dust, and pretend I've been very busy all day, when DH asks how was my day!

What are you currently working on?       

 A hot (sorry I seem not to be able to help myself) Regency for a series, a short regency novella and I'm in the plotting in my head stages for another series. I say plotting but I'm a total pantster!

Christmas is coming up!

How do you celebrate Christmas, if at all?          

Oh yes, the whole nine yards. Real tree, turkey, lots of presents. Oh and midnight service. Carols, you name it, I love Christmas.

Your favorite thing about the Holidays?  

The family gets together, and who knows how long that will last?

Have you ever been kissed under the mistletoe? TMI blush

Your favorite Christmas Carol?

  All of them? Well I like Oh Little Town of Bethlehem and Oh come all Ye Faithful. Both sung very loudly.

The Perfect Gift is available from

www.breathlesspress.com

Amazon, all romance ebooks and bookstrand

You can find me at

www.ravenmcallan.com

www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com

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and @RavenMcallan on twitter