Today we have the lovely and talented Raven McAllan chatting about her newest release from Evernight Publishing, Master. The cover is absolutely divine! And I'm sure you'll be hooked when you get a peek at an excerpt. Grab your drool bibs, ladies, and contain the urge to shove dollars in Master's waistband. You will get spankings for that.
Hi, I'm Raven McAllan!
When I first started to write Master, I had no idea what a roller coaster ride it was going to be for Caden and Anna. Or in fact for me. I knew some of their background, but oh boy, were they stubborn. At times it was like pulling hen's teeth to get them to open up and tell me their story. You see I'm what's called a pantster, and totally character driven. Once I start writing, they tell me what's happening. Yeah, I thought I was mad at first when I realized it didn't matter how much I plotted, my stories went where they thought fit, not where I wanted. Once I accepted that, I really began to enjoy myself. It's great fun to discover what happens next.
The more I wrote of Master, the more I learned about the complexity of life. The expectations and burdens we put on ourselves and other people, often unwittingly. And then the problems that can lead to.
It seemed that so many people go through life without really communicating, and that's what happened with my hero and heroine. Communication was not uppermost. Oh they thought it was, but seriously? Not at all. And that lack of communication is really the basis of the story. Which is ironic, because it revolves around BDSM, and communication in the lifestyle is paramount. But there again, without their problems, I wouldn’t have had a story now would I?
Blurb for Master…Cade and Anna are both caught in the same nightmare...
When Anna ran from Cade fifteen years ago, his pride stopped him from going after her, but he had never forgotten his wife and sub.
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?
And here's 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.
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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…
https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan (my page)
https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan (author page)