Oct 14 2013

Spotlight on Raven McAllan and her new release: The Girl on the Bus

Welcome to my guest today, Raven McAllan, who is here to tell us a little bit about her latest release from Evernight, The Girl on the Bus. Take it away, Raven!


tgotb1sStop the bus and join in the fun…

The Girl on the Bus is now published and yes I’m doing the chair swivel jiggle. As you do.

The title hit me, and I guess so did the story, as I watched a bus driver and a white van man get into a stooshie (Scottish slang for a row) in Glasgow earlier this year. They were blocking the road, and there was more than a few good old Anglo-saxon words bandied about. To say nothing of a few earthy Scottish ones. Stuck in front of me, was a drop dead gorgeous play your cards right mate and you can have me guy in a more than acceptable sports car. Top of car down, wearing shades and tapping his fingers to music. I was smitten.

I didn’t think too much of it at the time, until I suddenly (and no idea how or why) had the idea of how a guy sees a profile of a Girl on a Bus, tries to find her and can’t. Until later on he does, by accident.

Then it got complicated. As it does. Well what’s the fun if there’s nothing to cause a bit of angst? Nothing in life goes 100% smoothly, not really, so why should it in a book?

I reckon as an author, I’m incredibly lucky to be able to write my hero and heroine’s story. Okay it get’s a bit fraught at times, when I think that the story should go one way, and they (either or) are determined it’s going in another. I’ve learned to my peril to ignore them.

I write strong willed characters, with very definite ideas on what they’ll get up to. I’m their mouthpiece. I just write as I’m told. I have a very rough plot. I know—well I hope I know—where the story ends up, but not always how I’m going to get there. Just as real life throws you curve balls, oh so do my characters.

Do I mind? No not really. It all adds to the excitement. I love working out their problems for them. Then I have to hope, what I think is going to happen actually does happen.

So far so good.

Tying all the ends up, arriving at a Happy Ever After, is so very satisfying. Hopefully for my readers, my characters and me.

By the time I get to the end of a story, the population of the book are as well known to me as my own family. I know what their favorite food is, whether they prefer tea or coffee, and if they watch the soaps or prefer the gardening programs. I can describe their homes, their neighborhood and what car they drive ( or if it’s regency what horses they ride.)

Strangely the one thing I don’t go into great details with is my character features. Oh I’ll tell you height, and body shape and hair and eye color. Apart from that, it’s over to you.

Why? Because I had a reader tell me that telling her my hero looked like a specific person turned her off him and the book. Because in her mind he was totally different. So now you can decide your self. Johnny Doofer, Joe Whoosit or Richard Whatsitt. Over to you.

Now take Tay. Well no don’t take him, just drool…

Here’s the blurb…

Julia ran out on Tay five years ago, so she cannot be the face he sees on the bus. However, when she ends up being the one taking notes at his meeting, he knows he will move heaven and earth to make her his once more.

Will she agree, or will she run again?

And here’s Tay…

…his heart never engaged. He did everything proper, and not one sub ever realized his inner self wasn’t part of what he did. Yes, he’d scene, and no sub ever left unsatisfied. After all, many considered his wax play second to none. However never ever did he engage in a sexual way. Tay might have a screwed set of personal rules, but they were his and he kept to them. No false promises, no untrue declarations, but no one unsatisfied … except, perhaps him.

For five years it had been that way. It could well be the same for another five. Until he discovered why the one person he hoped might become important to him left without explanation. Was he now going to get his answer and find out?

It seemed not. As the bus turned yet another corner, he looked to where she’d sat. To see the profile of a shaven headed, tattooed bloke.

Tay nearly ran into a bollard. Fuck, shit and bollocks. When had that happened?

and Julia’s thoughts…

Her thoughts warred with each other. She’d run because of her relative innocence, and the revelation at how arousing and perfect the night had been. Even though she’d been well over the age of consent, the way she’d responded to his demands shocked the life out of her, and she’d been scared rigid. So after a perfect evening where she just begun to understand the beauty of submitting, she’d slipped out and raced back to uni.

She’d never stopped thinking about the night, and eventually realized how lucky she’d been with her first experience in a Dom/sub relationship. Even so, she’d never been tempted to try again with anyone else. Master T had spoiled her and she knew she’d be hard pressed to find that mesh of ideals elsewhere.

I hope I’ve whetted your interest…

If I have, The Girl on the Bus can be found at an eBookstop near you:

Evernight Publishing


All Romance eBooks


and check out Raven on www.ravenmcallan.com

Happy Reading. Love R x

raven avatarAbout Raven:

Ever since she won not one but two, Cadbury, ‘where does chocolate come from’ competitions in primary school, Raven was convinced, one day she would write a book. Her parents encouraged her. Her schoolteachers despaired of her. Flowery. Romantic. Not factual. Raven loved weaving stories about anything and anyone.

So what happened to her grand ideas?

Life got in the way.

So more years later than she wishes to disclose (hey a woman has to have some secrets) Here she is, an author. Not even that, a published author! Happy or what?

Married to her own hero, Raven lives on the edge of a Scottish Forest.

She writes on her laptop in her study, watching the birds on the bird table, the strange big black fluffy ‘ I’m pretending to be a bird’ cat, sitting on it and trying to convince the many birds he is invisible, occasionally seeing deer and red squirrel moving past. She is privileged.

As a non-closet romantic, sometime neurotic, and lover of words, Raven enjoys getting involved with her hero and heroines.  She hopes you do too.

Oct 03 2013

New Release Spotlight: A Mile High by Bethany Kris

amilehighWelcome to my guest today, Bethany Kris, who is here to tell us about her new release, A Mile High. First, let me introduce her to you, and then she’ll share her new book:

Meet Bethany:

Bethany-Kris is a twenty-three year old Canadian author, lover of much, and mother of two young boys, two cats, and two dogs who works more than she should, writes when she can, and loves every moment of it. Find her on Twitter, Facebook, and Blogger.

Take it away, Bethany!

Hello! Thanks for having me on your blog today and giving me the chance to talk about my newest release. A little information on the book first, and why it came to be… A Mile High was the product of my stressful work, upcoming vacation that wasn’t going to be arriving nearly soon enough, and my very hectic house. In the midst of all that chaos, I wanted to write about someone—Olivia—who also found herself working far too much and was in desperate need of a vacation. In the end, A Mile High was what came from that. I hope you like it.

Back of the Book:

Olivia wants a vacation, that’s all, but when the airline screws up her plans for a week getaway to the beautiful Barbados, instead putting her on a new path that intertwines with the handsome, funny, and charming Sal, she can’t say no to his offer of joining the mile high club. Their meeting is explosive, attraction intense, and when the flight ends, Olivia is unwilling to part ways but unable to voice her wants. Still, fate is at work with its own plan, and where it finishes just might not be where it ends up.

There’s nothing quite like sex at a mile high.


“Doubt it,” Sal put in quietly. “Pilot’s all ready to go, we’re away from the gates, and there’s another plane bussing in to take off behind us right now, probably. We’re taking off. Her friend will likely give her some Gravol, set her up in their little section there, and we’ll be on our way.”

A quick, vague apology sounded over the plane’s announcement system, informing the passengers it would be another minute before takeoff. Given I had a bit of time to do whatever, I decided to use the bathroom. Excusing myself from our comfortable little cubby, I made my way through to the back of the plane, ignoring the questioning gazes of other passengers in coach who were likely wondering what had happened up in first class.

In the panic-worthy, small as hell bathroom, I washed my face and hands, checking my face out in the mirror as a ding sounded above me. I looked up to see the seatbelt sign had appeared just as the pilot’s voice sounded over the speakers, asking everyone to buckle up and ready for takeoff.

Making my way back to my seat as quickly as possible, I had just moved in to sit down—Sal drawing in his stretched out legs to let me through—as the plane jerked forward. I yelped under my breath, trying to catch myself but between the black, peep-toe pumps with a four-inch heel on my feet, and the sudden movement, I ended up on something warm…and hard. Something that breathed, chuckled, and touched me.


My brown hair created a curtain over my face. Huffing a breath and blowing strands out of my line of vision, Sal laughed in my ear, rocking both our bodies. I felt his hands skim above my knees where the flimsy material of the skirt I wore had risen up. Gooseflesh pebbled at the motion and I tried hard not to shiver when fingers grasped tightly to my legs.

“You okay?” he murmured. “Because I think you’re just fine.”

I nodded, trying really hard not to be embarrassed. I didn’t want to show how turned on I was by his palms to my flesh and the suggestive tone to his words. “Yeah, just surprised. I’m so—”

“Don’t be,” he interrupted, voice turning huskier than I expected. “Unless you plan on moving, that is.”

Teeth cut into my bottom lip as I fought the urge to exhale harshly. “I have to. We’re just about to take off, right?”

The dismissive sound he made under his breath didn’t help the lust raging through my senses. Those warm hands of his skimmed a little higher under my dress, making me groan quietly, grinding my backside shamelessly against his jeans when he whispered, “You ever join the mile-high club?”

Where to buy the book:

Evernight Publishing


All Romance eBooks


Oct 01 2013

Happy Third Birthday, Evernight! Welcome to the Birthday Party Blog Hop!

Update:  Winner for this stop! Shelly Hammond!

EP3rdAnniversaryCelebrate like a ROCK STAR because Evernight Publishing is THREE!

In three short years, Evernight has grown by leaps and bounds thanks to readers like you! Evernight is pulling out all the stops and throwing an extreme BIRTHDAY BASH BLOG HOP in your honor!

That’s right! It’s Evernight’s birthday but YOU get the presents…

Prizes include:

Samsung Galaxy Tab

Kindle Paperwhite

Kobo Touch

$100 Evernight and Amazon Gift Certificates

Mega Evernight Swag Pack

Plus, each author on the hop will offer his/her own special prize!

As one of Evernight’s authors, I’m thrilled to share my stories with you, and Evernight helps make my books shine!

Did you know that I joined Evernight in its first year of publishing? That’s right. Evernight accepted my short story submission, “Last Chance for Love” for its 2011 Halloween anthology, Midnight Seduction, in the summer of 2011. The same day that I signed the contract, Evernight showered me with welcomes—they put me on their website as one of their authors, they invited me to join their author and reader Facebook groups. As a brand new author who had yet to publish anything other than a short story with a small and now defunct press that maybe five people read, I can’t tell you how giddy I was. I really felt like they a) liked my story and b) believed in me as an author. I still feel that way two and a half years later and am proud to be a part of the Evernight family.

As my way of saying Happy Birthday to equally wonderful Evernight readers, I’m offering the following prize to one (1) randomly selected person who leaves a comment on this post. Please leave your email address for me somewhere, either in the text of your comment or in the posting credentials. I’d also appreciate a like on Facebook (click for link), but it’s not required.

1 copy of any book from my Evernight backlist:



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to enjoy while you read, that I will have shipped directly to you. (Yes, brandy-filled so you must be over 21. If you’re international and there are shipping restrictions, I’ll provide an equivalent gift card from Amazon/vendor)513A8HV6WDL._SX385_

It’s the perfect time to buy the Evernight titles on your TBR list, as well as new gems you find during the event, because Evernight’s entire backlist is on sale at Evernight Publishing (40% off) and All Romance eBooks (25% off) through October 7th!

Enter to win the Grand Prizes using Rafflecopter:
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Sep 24 2013

Hot New Release: Sam’s Learning Curve by Eve Meridian

Welcome to my guest, Eve Meridian. Eve is a fellow author from my latest Evernight release, an anthology called HIS. This is a Romance on the Go offering from Eve:


Click to purchase from Evernight’s online store.



Sam is perfectly fine being single. She has a job that she loves and the company she works for is promoting her after she finishes her M.B.A. She has great friends and a newly found love of running.

Then she meets Ben, the sexy bike builder who just moved back into town and is unlike anyone she’s ever dated. Can she overcome her fear of getting hurt again and the fear of riding motorcycles so she doesn’t miss out on a great guy? Is it finally time for Sam to learn how to love again?


From Evernight’s Romance on the Go line, stories short enough to be enjoyed in a single sitting.

Buy the Book Here:

Evernight Publishing | Amazon | All Romance eBooks  Bookstrand

About the author:

Eve Meridian lives in a small Ohio town with her military husband, two daughters, a neurotic cat named Max and a Lab/Newfoundland mix named Freyja. She’s an avid runner. She loves writing (and reading) contemporary romances. Coffee and red wine are her two favorite food groups.

Find Eve online here:





Evernight Publishing

Sep 12 2013

A New SRE Release from Sandra Bunino featuring Shibari…

“New release? SRE? Shibari? What is this you are speaking of that involves your lovely BFF, Sandra Bunino?”

Easy questions to answer.

New release = Tie Me Free

SRE = Satin Rose Experience, a swanky BDSM club / hotel

Shibari = ??  I think I’m going to let Sandra tell you herself.


Thank you for having me on to share Tie Me Free with your readers! Tie Me Free is the fourth book of my Satin Rose Experience series. However, no worries if readers haven’t read the other three books, because as with the other books in the series, it can be enjoyed as a stand alone story. That said, readers of the series will be reunited with old friends! Of course Asher and Mia make an appearance as the heads of SRE, New York’s exclusive BDSM club. Jackson Reid is also back as he demonstrates his knowledge of sensual rope tying.

Tie Me Free was an absolute joy to write because it touches on so many aspects of art. You see, I’m a modern art buff and like my heroine, Kate Angel, I love to get lost in a museum for an afternoon. In Tie Me Free, Kate is introduced to another type of art called Shibari, an ancient Japanese form of rope art. Instead of paint on canvas, beauty is created with rope on skin. Kate harbors body issues. Her insecurities multiply because the person dying to tie her up is a much younger Dom with an oh-so-sexy Irish accent!

Anyway, I better stop here so I don’t give too much away. If you like hot Irish Doms, a little bit o’ kink and a whole lotta sexy, please consider downloading Tie Me Free.

Happy red-hot reading! xoxo



She’s forty and vanilla…he’s twenty-eight and…not.

Score one for Kate Angel. She’s just signed the hottest erotica author to her start up publishing house, Angel Books, but she needs a crash course in kink to appease her demanding client. Creating a Domsublife.com profile seems like an innocent way to do her homework and satisfy her curiosity.

Mason Myers has lived a lifetime in his twenty-eight years. The product of an Irish orphanage, he grew up fast to overcome his lonely, humble beginnings to become the successful businessman he is today. He’s also an experienced Dom at the Satin Rose Experience, an elite BDSM club in New York City.

A mutual appreciation for modern art establishes their online connection. Mason convinces Kate to meet him at the Guggenheim museum’s erotica exhibit where she reveals her fascination in the art of rope bondage, known as Shibari. Introducing her to the ancient art within the safety of the club, Mason helps Kate surrender her deep-seated hang-ups about her age and body image.

As the physical and emotional ties that bind her into the submissive of his fantasies tighten, can Kate learn to break the emotional tethers ruling her life and embrace the freedoms they bestow?

Tie Me Free can be found here:

Amazon US / Amazon UK / AllRomance eBooks / BookStrand / Evernight Publishing

Author Bio:

Sandra Bunino is a numbers crunching business professional by day who stays up past her bedtime thanks to her oh-so-sexy imagination. Who needs sleep, anyway? Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.

These days, Sandra lives on a wooded mountaintop not far from New York City with her family. She always looks forward to hearing from her readers and she may be contacted at [email protected]. As a social media junkie in need of a ten-step program, you can also follow her on Facebook and Twitter (@sandrabunino).

Remember, following is sexy!

Contact Sandra:

Website / Email / Facebook / Goodreads / Amazon Author Page / Twitter @sandrabunino

Want more?? How about an excerpt

Kate stared at the platform as the click of the door sounded over the mesmerizing music. Looking over her shoulder, she found Mason watching her from his spot next to the door. She turned to the only other piece of furniture, a large armoire with a double door. “May I?” She glanced back to Mason.

He extended his hand toward the cabinet. “Of course. Please.”

Kate’s heels clicked on the wood floor as she approached the cabinet and swung open the door. Assorted colors of rope lengths lined the shelves. Kate fingered the cords and pulled out a loop of red silk rope. “I didn’t realize the ropes were so soft.”

Mason pushed off from the wall and walked to her. “The ropes are an extension of the person performing the tying. An extension of their arms and fingers. They’re meant to caress and comfort. The ropes are symbolic of the connection between the individuals involved in the scene as you saw outside.” Mason stood just a whisper from her face. His thumb brushed her fingers holding the silk cord as their gazes locked. “How about a little roleplay, Kate?”

She cocked her head. “Roleplay?”

“Do you want to know how it feels to be dominated? To be tied?”

Kate held her breath and her heartbeat hammered in her chest.

“Kneel on the platform and put your hands behind your back.”


“Your safe word is moon. Use it now or anytime during the session.”

“Session? We never talked about a session tonight.” Kate pulled her hand away but Mason held it firm in his grasp. “I’m not playing games with you, Mason.” She wriggled her wrist free and walked toward the painting.

Soft footfalls approached and his breath tickled at the back of her head. “You’re looking for something more in your life, Kate. It’s why you took on Blaze as a client, it’s why you joined Domsublife, it’s why you met me at the Guggenheim and it’s why you’re here in this suite. I’d kept tabs on your reaction and body cues as you watched the demonstration. You’re craving to be bound, I can taste it. And I assure you, this is no game. If you don’t like it or it makes you feel uncomfortable to the point you want to stop, say the safe word and I’ll stop and untie you. No questions asked.”

He was right. Somehow he’d always been right on the mark when it came to her and what she was feeling. The music ceased for a moment between songs. Kate spun around to meet his stare, heartbeat pounding in her chest as her breathing became shallow but she refused to break their stare.

Kate considered his words and studied his face. “Are the cameras on? Are they watching?”

Mason nodded. “Yes. Surveillance is on. I gave Mia and Asher the heads up that you might want to experiment. They have your safe word.”

Kate turned back to face the painting and leaned into his chest. “You scare me,” she whispered.

His fingertips trailed a path up and down her arms. “Why?”

“Because you seem to know what I’m thinking before I do.” Because you’re so right for me but so wrong. Because you’re like a gooey, delicious ice cream sundae I’ll never allow myself to taste.

Mason chuckled. “Is that a bad thing?” His voice poured through her body. Closing her eyes, she pulled away from him. Her glance moved from the door to the platform. She’d never have another chance like this to experience it. Kate squared her shoulders. “Okay. But I’m not getting naked,” she said, holding an index finger up. She moved to the platform and kneeled. Even though the surface was hard, a calmness came over her as she moved to the middle of the table and gazed over the painting in front of her.

“I’m fine with that limit, for now, except for your feet.” Mason slipped off her shoes and rubbed tight circles his thumbs into the arch of her foot.

Kate let out a throaty moan. “How do you know how to do that?”

“Reflexology. It’s part of the study of shibari. I also learned where the body’s pressure points are.” His thumbs traveled to the balls of her feet and let up on the pressure. “How’s that feel?”

Kate groaned. “Heavenly.” Her muscles loosened instantly.

“Good. Now just relax, spread your knees apart and sit on your heels. This will be the most comfortable position for you as we do this.”

Kate complied as his fingers traveled up her back to her shoulders. “You have knots in your shoulders. Under stress?”

“That’s an understatement,” she snorted.

“Close your eyes and get lost in the music. Don’t think of anything outside of this room. It’s just you and me.”

Kate smiled. “There is no you and me, Mason.”

Mason shushed her and applied pressure to the knot in her shoulder, making her wince. “That hurt like a bitch and felt amazing at the same time. How the hell do you do that?”

“Shh. Don’t make me gag you, Angel.”

The words rolled off his tongue as Kate’s mind flashed to the model in the first picture they’d seen at the bondage exhibit. Warmth spread through her body at the thought. Her breath hitched as she imagined the assortment of gags and blindfolds in the drawers of the cabinet. The warmth of Mason’s body radiated through her shirt, his face against the back of her head. “The thought of being gagged turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Shit,” she whispered. Did it turn her on? What. The. Hell?

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