Monday, June 10, 2013

TnT Confidential: Raven McAllan, Master

Greetings lovelies, and happy Tuesday! Today I have the lovely Raven McAllan answering questions and sharing her latest release, a BDSM erotic read with a promising title: Master. 

Caden McCourt did not expect to find his estranged wife Diana at a BDSM club. When he does, the renowned Master is determined to claim back his errant wife.

When Diana left him fifteen years prior, she lost a part of herself. Seeing Cade again throws her into a tail spin.

She cannot be the sub he needs, but she can't walk away either. When she's challenged by Cade to face her demons, her old nightmares resurface. Can they overcome the chasm between them, or are the nightmares simply too strong?

Welcome Raven! With Master, you inaugurate a new series titled, Dommissima. What are we going to find in this series? 

Everything and anything I think. Dommissimma is a BDSM Club set in Glasgow, owned and run by Linsey. Each story is tied snigger to the club in some way. And each and every person has their secrets and stories to share, if they will. Anna and Caden met up again after a lot of years through the club. Linsey, set it up to help herself get over a tragedy, and Athol helps out to fill in his spare time…or so he says. According to him, his story is coming next. There's a lot of scope here, and I'm looking forward to sharing the lives and loves of the people who are involved there.

In three to five words, why are we going to love book 1?
Laugh, cry, angst, love.

Raven, I’ve just visited your website and you have 4 upcoming releases. How do you find the time to write so much?

I have no idea. I tap away whenever I can—Although I have slowed down lately. I can block the world out when I write, and I can write anywhere. Long haul flights are a favorite. I'm also lucky in that I seem to wake up early and write before anyone is about. Often I'll wake up with a story in my head, or something comes to me just as I fall asleep. I have to jot the idea down, or I'll forget it. I'm not a plotter though, and I have no idea where I'm going until I get there.

You’ve written contemporaries, paranormals and historical novels, what’s your favorite genre?

This might sound silly, but whatever I'm in the middle of. What comes next is about whoever shouts at me the loudest. I love it all, and I think the rise of electronic publishing has given authors a chance to explore their voice, and not stick to one specific thing.

What is something you’d love to try in your writing but haven’t yet?

I'd love to write a travel book, about some of the places I've visited. It's on my to do list.

Now, let’s get a lil' dirty! Tell me…

Favorite time of day     Dawn
Coffee or Tea  Tea first thing coffee during the day, tea in the evening (If I'm not having…wine. J)
Sweet or spicy  Me sweet and him spicy. Oh you mean food? I can't chose.
Left or right      I'm left handed…
Top or bottom  Depends on my mood, if we're talking bunk beds, definitely the top grin
Best song to make love to        I want to say Mrs. Robinson,( in joke ) but its Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow, by Carole King I reckon. Although if I'm going to be all purple prose-y I could say, when you make love you make your own music. (Inside Info, Tapestry was the first album DH and I listened to together…)

A personal anecdote…

I was writing on a long haul flight, middle of the night, when most people were asleep. I needed the loo, so I left my laptop on my seat, and off I went. When I got back there was a bloke reading what I'd just typed. I said "excuse me" as in "Oy that's my lap top and my seat" sort of stuff, and he apologized and moved in to let me past! So I did the "Er no that's my seat" thing and he smiled and moved away. About an hour later I went to the bar (Virgin, upper class, name dropping lol), and there was a couple of cabin crew there. One said to me, "Are you the lady in 6d?"
When I agreed I was, she laughed and said, "Well the two gentlemen in 2a and b want to know what happens once she climbs on the bed and faces the wall." 

And after being submitted to my questions, the "mic" is all yours, Raven!

Hanging around... Rambling with Raven...
Okay it's hanging round by The Stranglers but hey ho, will you hang around and read the blog? Because, I'm all over happy, and doing the chair swivel jiggle. 
Master which is actually book one in the Dommissima series, Is now out and ready for comments. Though as I write that, I do gulp a bit. Comments, constructive comments, be they good or bad re helpful. 'This sucks' or 'I loved it' is less so.
I want to get better in what I do. I want my writing to grow stronger, powerful and compelling, and what my reader tell me is one way I can do this.  Oh I've had to pull on my big girl panties, because we can't all like the same thing, and that's something we all need to learn. Even Caden and Anna, in Master.
It's a steep learning curve for anyone, that fact that we are all individuals and what's right for one person isn't necessarily right for the next. Not just in your kink might not be my kink etc. etc., but even down to I like milk chocolate you like white, I like tea, you hate it. All personal choice.
Sometimes it goes deeper than that. And you don't even realize what or why wrong, and that is the premise of Master. Anna and Caden have to work out what they want, what they need and if they can reconcile the two. Then they need to see if what's right for one is acceptable for the other.
Yeah, you can begin to see their dilemma.

 And to tease you …A delicious excerpt:
She stopped speaking again. Bloody hell, we'll be here for a week come Tuesday if she doesn't get a move on. Cade held his tongue. He'd wait for a while.
"Um, okay, I've done a lot of thinking. And I know now, that it wasn't everything we did that I hated. In fact, quite a lot made me more than hot and bothered." She giggled, and Cade saw the younger woman she'd been, before she sobered suddenly. "And a lot made me feel sick. It's sorting out which is which that's difficult. Will you help me?"
She stared at him, and his body tensed as if he was waiting for a blow. That was stupid. It was Di … no, Anna, for goodness sake.
"Anna, love, I'd be proud to. Tell me what you need, what you want, and how I can serve."
His choice of words made her giggle—or something did. Yeah, that'll be the day. "Okay, I need to try to see what I can do. No worse than that. Oh hell, Cade, I need to see what would satisfy you. Therefore." She took a deep breath, and Cade watched as perspiration dotted her brow. "Um, I want … will you do things?"
How the hell could he answer that? "What sort of things, love?"
Anna nibbled her nail. Cade forced himself not to grab her hands and demand she stop. This had to be her show.
"Well." She tucked her head to one side, something he remembered her doing when she was deep in thought. "Will you handcuff me and make me come?" she asked in a hurry, her words tumbling over each other. "I bloody loved that."
He waited to see if she would say anything else. She didn't, so it was all up to him.
"If I do that for you, what else?"
She stared at him like a rabbit caught in a trap. "How do you mean?"
"If I handcuff you, how do you want me to make you come?"
It was obvious she hadn’t thought that far. Anna stared at him and licked her lips. "I don't understand. I mean you'll make me come."
Cade closed his eyes so she wouldn't see his frustration. "Oh I understand that. But in what way? Tied?  Over a bench, blindfolded? Making you fuck yourself? You need to be more explicit, Anna. I don't know at which point the 'I loved it' became the 'I hated it'. If I'm to help you here, I need a little bit of direction."
Anna looked startled. "But you're the Dom. Don't you tell me?"
Oh shit.
"If I do, love, we might not get any further. What I want could perhaps be three steps too far. So you tell me. Do I shackle your handcuffs? What do you want?" He paused took out a bottle of water from his desk drawer and had a swig of water.  "This time, let's assume there's no Dom and no sub and only a beautiful lady asking her man to play." Would she go for that?
Anna wandered around the room, not really looking at anything, but he could sense her mind whirling. Then she stopped dead, swiveled, and walked to stand in front of him.
"If I cry ‘red’?" she demanded. "What then?"
"Then we stop. I'm past trying to persuade you. What I want here is secondary, I reckon. You know what I want. We need to work out what I need." Who the hell knew if that chasm could be breached? It seemed as unlikely as snow in the Sahara. Cade stopped talking. "It's up to you, love. We need to see what you want to give as well. I'm happy to follow your lead for now. But we both know, for me to meekly sit back and watch as you destroy anything we might have is so not going to happen. I want to fill you, bind you to me with more than physical ties, and hear you cry out for me. Can you cope with that?"
He watched her go through the colors of the rainbow on her skin, and swallowed. Hell’s bells, she does that a lot, and it sends my body to high alert. Promises, promises.
"Can you, love?" He pressed her for an answer, because he had to know. His skin was so tight that he thought if she touched it she'd bounce.
God almighty, even the air held its breath. It was getting to be a habit.
Slowly, Anna nodded. "I need to try. Hell, Cade, I love you, and I want you. Whether that's enough, who knows? But really, honestly, I want to try. So can we?"
His heart swelled, and he wanted to punch the air. Yes!
"I reckon so, love. I reckon so. Now, if I say assume the position, just for me, can you? Will you?"
Ana smiled, the enticing smile of a siren home from the sea. With a graceful movement, she knelt in front of him, put her hands behind her back and dipped her head.
"Oh, I reckon…" The muscles in her neck moved convulsively. "Well, I reckon. Yes, Sir."
Cade thought all his birthdays had come at once. Surely, surely this was a good start. He hardly dared look at Anna in case he saw desperation or negativity on her face.
Come on, act the part. Look and help her, that's your remit. You're a bloody Master, for goodness’ sake, so be one. Cade gave himself a minute to collect his thoughts before he turned to the woman who kneeled in front of him. As he watched, a faint tremor shuddered through her. So she wasn't really comfortable. That little movement made him stiffen his resolve. He would push and prod, and see if they could come up with a compromise.

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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…          (author page)


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