When
I began to wrote Master, I had no idea it was going to be such a
roller coaster ride for them or me. What I thought was going
to be a straightforward short story about lost love, turned out to be
nothing like it. The more the story unfolded, the more I learned the
more I was pulled in. I knew I couldn't leave it as a quick light
read. It was more complex.
Did
I succeed in doing Caden and Anna's story Justice? I hope so, but I
don't know. I gave it my all. I cried, got all hot and bothered, and
at times wondered if I'd get a HEA, or even a HFN…
Whether
we all—myself, Caden, Anna and those who helped them—succeeded
will depend on you the readers. We gave it our best shot.
Here's
the blurb…
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?
And a wee tease…
"Here's
the details of the guy I was telling you about." Linsey waved
the document in her hand. "It's a real coup getting him to agree
to guest here, I tell you. Evidently, it’s a rare occurrence when
he guests. He'll be here in a day or so to look round." She
handed the slim file to Anna, who took it and started to read the
typed pages. The name jumped out at Anna and spots floated in front
of her eyes. There was a strange ringing noise in her ears; her pulse
raced, and her skin went clammy.
Oh
hell, don't let me faint. Not here, not now. Let me tell her.
She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't form the words. A week,
wavery croak was the best she could manage. Anna began to
hyperventilate, and for the life of her couldn't stop.
"Anna,
what's wrong?" Linsey pushed Anna's head down. "Take deep
breaths, come on now, you're fine."
Am
I? I'm not so sure.
However, Anna did as Linsey told her and gradually the ringing
disappeared, and her vision cleared. She gulped in air and wiped her
forehead on the tissue Linsey handed to her.
"Don't
move." Linsey left the office. Anna couldn't have moved if she
tried. Her legs felt like jelly, and pins and needles bombarded her
skin like tiny hailstones. Linsey re-entered the room and passed Anna
a glass of water. "Drink it slowly and tell me what brought that
on. Are you pregnant? Am I going to have to try to knit booties and
have coal around for you to eat?"
That
made Anna smile, albeit a somewhat small grin. "Not a snowball
in hell’s chance of that. No, it's just you okayed this guy."
She handed the form back, hoping her hands didn't shake.
Linsey
scanned the form. "Yeah? Well, what's not to accept? I'm really
over the moon with this. He's a well-respected Dom. Great form, even
better credentials, and all his subs rave about him. We're honored to
get him. He's very picky where he demonstrates and only does a couple
of guest nights a year. He has the choice of anywhere in the world to
go, and he chose to come here. I was gobsmacked, I tell you. We'd
have them queuing to the border to get in if we advertised. What a
coup. So, as I said, what’s not to accept? I should be genuflecting
all the way to his base and back again."
Now
how could she answer that?
With
the truth.
Buy
links…
Amazon http://authl.it/gr
If
you're like me you like a bit of gen on the author, here we go…
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…
https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan
(my page)
https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan
(author page)
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