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A luscious post about a fantastic writer… Raven McAllen

by on December 27, 2012


Here’s a bit about Raven. She answered one burning question quite eloquently. Raven also brought a pretty. I love this cover. Read below to find out more about Raven and her latest release. Until later taters. Have a wonderful week.


“Why M/m?” I was asked. “Don’t you find it hard being a woman writing about men’s feelings?”

“Why not,” I replied. “And why should I? It’s a love story, and I write romance. And whether you’re a man or a woman, you have the same highs, lows, worries and great times in your romance.”

Two people who fall in love is a love story.

I personally fell in love with Ruari and Seb the minute they started to tell me their story. You’ll get that I’m a pantster and I go where my characters send me. This pair sent me to a small town in Scotland, with all it’s petty jealousies, family dramas, and love just when you least expect it…


Finding love in a new town had not been in Seb’s plans. But life has a tendency to throw you curveballs – like Ruari.

When the new head teacher walks into his bar, Ruari knows he has to have him, and damn the consequences. When lust turns to love, nothing else matters. Together they will overcome, no matter what. Or will circumstances drive them apart?


Ruari’s head was spinning, his arms were stiff, his cock ached, and he wanted to be alone with Seb. It seemed like hours, but was probably no more than forty-five minutes, before he judged they could leave his bar staff to finish off. He swung behind the bar, grabbed a surprised Seb, and kissed him full on the lips. Cheers and catcalls sounded from the people around the bar.

“You.” He finished off with a squeeze to Seb’s ass, “are a fucking star. Definitely, a fucking star.”

“Too much info boss.” Dave was smirking at him.

Oh fucking shit. He realized where he was. Bollocks and buggery and any other appropriate epithets. How the hell was he going to sort this monumental cock-up out? He chanced a look at Seb’s expression, and sighed inwardly with relief. Seb was laughing.

“Feet. Mouth into?” Seb asked him.

He nodded. “As Ever. Okay we’re finished here. Coffee?”

Seb nodded. Kizzy, who had walked up to them unnoticed made a face, and sniggered. “That is the most pathetic euphemism I’ve heard boss. Coffee. Hah!” She carried on past them, still sniggering.

“Gotcha there, Boss.” Dave patted him on the back. “Take yourself off for er coffee. Don’t forget the Swiss roll with it.”

“Hells bells.” Ruari almost pushed Seb through the door and into the stairwell of his flat. “Are you sure you still want to take a chance on me. I shouldn’t be let out without a keeper. And my lips sealed.”

Seb pulled him tightly towards his body. Cock found cock and reacted in the best possible way. “Oh, you’re not reneging now, boss man.” Seb moved so his cock surged upwards. “All that is so easily arranged.”

“Huh?” He was so caught up in the sensations of Seb hard against him, he’d lost the thread of the conversation.

“Lips sealed and a keeper. I’ll be happy to be in change of all that. Soon.” Seb said.

“Okay, so, first we have coffee?”

Seb smiled and squeezed Ruari’s arm. “Coffee, where’s your car?”


I hope that little bit intrigues you…


R  x


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.

Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.)

You can find out more about Raven and her books on

She’s usually lurking on facebook and twitter as well…



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