Hi all, I'm somewhat excited about the
release of Master. It's a book that had very definite idea on how it was going
to go. Seriously I wasn't sure at times if I could write their story, and do it
justice. Anna and Caden's route to happiness isn't at all straight, or easy.
I get so involved with my characters, and
boy do I feel their angst. These two have more than most. Caden is a Dominant,
Anna, is a sub…or is she? As they try to sort out their lives and their
relationship—if they even have one—was a roller-coaster of a ride. I only hope
I've done it justice.
What I will say, is I suspect you'll love
or hate their story, that it may touch a nerve at times, and you might wish it
hadn't. You might even cry. I love it (well it'd be awful if I didn't, after
all they let me write it), and it did strike a chord, several chords in fact.
And yes I did cry whilst I was typing. There was one bit I had to check over
and over for typo's, as I'd typed with teary eyes.
But as it's a romance, well there's got
to be a HEA, or HFN…or does there? Well you'll have to read Master to find out…
Cade and Anna are both caught in the same
nightmare...
When he finds her again at a BDSM club in
Glasgow, he is determined to get answers.
Anna ran from Cade, convinced she cannot
be the sub he needs. Plagued by nightmares her only way to cope is to reject
her need to submit.
When she is forced to confront her fears,
can Cade and Anna find common ground, or is the nightmare simply going to
continue?
An excerpt…
"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.
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…
https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan (my page)
https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan (author
page)
Thanks for being here today and sharing a little bit about Master, Raven. It certainly looks like a great read and I wish you all the best for it's success.
THanks for inviting me over Jan. I hope people are intrigued...
ReplyDeleteOooh...Love the snippet, Raven. Congrats again.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome Raven, feel free to drop by anytime.
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