Hello Raven! Thank
you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!
Thanks for inviting me, I'm so pleased to be here.
Q) I love the cover for your newest release, Double Jackson.
Can you give us a little background on your characters?
Jackson and Collum. Jackson
is an actor, and Collum a part time teacher and part time journalist. Both are
strong willed, sensible and not the sort of people you'd think anyone would
want to upset. They have a fantastic housekeeper, Tina, and her sister Fizz is
Jack's agent. I see her story will need to be shared soon.
I was so very pleased with the cover, it's perfect. They
live in a Scottish village so, to have the lochs and mountains is spot on.
Q) What’s the inspiration behind Double Jackson?
This sounds so silly, but I was mistaken for someone when I
was walking along a busy street in Glasgow.
It wasn't anyone famous, but I wondered just what would happen if a 'double'
for someone famous got into trouble and people thought it was the real person,
if you get me? That sparked the idea, and Double Jackson was well on its way.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I'm all over happy because I've just heard Evernight have
accepted a sexy time slip Christmas story, A Dom for Christmas. Plus, I have
book 3 of the Diomhair series, Secrets Remembered, out on October, and Hong
Kong Heat, in December, both from Totally Bound.
And, (yeah glutton for punishment) I'm waiting on a contract
for another book with Totally Bound, writing a wee hot BDSM story, and there's
a series about a travel agency contracted with Breathless Press. Just deciding
which story when for that. Oh and I have a YA story bubbling, which will be the
final Shalean Moon book… Just a bit to do grin
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When I sat down to write this blog, I realized how lucky I
am, doing what I love, writing stories. The fact people seem to enjoy them is a
bonus, and one I never stop giving thanks for. I couldn't not write, I feel as
if something is missing if I don't connect with my characters every day, even
just for a few minutes. As my long-suffering hubby says, have lap top will
travel. (It's amazing how much you can write on long haul)
Double Jackson, or Jackson for short is one of those stories
that hit you, and demand to be told. It
was very definitely character driven, and one of the minor characters, Tina the
housekeeper, nagged me all the time I wrote. It was as if she were in the room
with me, looking over my shoulder…
Not only does she keep all the characters in the book in
their place, she very definitely did it to me as well.
I think it worked.
Blurb:
Jackson Carrick at Tits and
Bum Club—gay in more ways than one.
As morning wake up calls go, those damning headlines made
for a rude awakening. The renowned actor is a one man guy, thank you very much,
so why would a doppelganger set out to discredit him, and more importantly, who
is it?
As the mystery unravels and loyalties are tested, Jackson has to rely on his husband,
housekeeper, and friends to keep his reputation from swirling down the drain.
Fortunately, Jackson's husband Collum knows just
how to keep his man from worrying. Only one thing to do when you're stuck
inside waiting for news—lots of mind-blowing sex.
Excerpt:
(Fizz is Tina's twin, and
Jack's agent.)
Jack took hold of the phone as if it were a time bomb
about to go off. Which, Coll decided it might well be. He stared at Jack, and
willed his positive thoughts to be heard as Jack connected the call.
"Hi, Fizz. Hold on, I want to put this on
speakerphone so I don't have to repeat it to Coll."
"Where are you? No don't tell me if it's too much
information. Are you at home?" Her voice was loud and tinny in the room.
"Do you have today's paper handy? Is there a clock or three around? Are
you decent?" The staccato questions came thick and fast. "Jack?"
Coll's eyes widened and he shook his head at his
lover's silent question. He had no idea what the inquisition was all about.
"Kitchen? With iPad and phone?" Jack could
be as brusque as the next person when it was warranted. "Naked."
"That'll do." Fizz's voice ebbed and flowed
as the signal changed strength. "Well, not the naked bit. Clothed. Plus a
paper or two and remember, decently dressed. Do it now and send it to me
please. I'll be with you as soon as I can. About ten minutes, I reckon."
The phone went dead.
Jack looked at Coll, who raised one eyebrow.
"Oh, shit."
"Oh, fuck. Her ten is five. I don't think she
means in our birthday suits." Jack pinched Coll's left nipple and rolled
of the bed to land on his feet.
"Bastard. I wish I was that agile." Coll sat
up, stretched and then stood up slowly.
"Ha. If you had to do the stuff I do in this
series you'd be limber as well. Problem is at the end I'll be arthritic and
stiff as an excited cock everywhere, not just in my dick." He jogged into
the bathroom, and with a wry grin, Coll followed him.
Jack had the shower on full blast. As Coll watched he
spun round under the water three times and got out.
"Over to you. I'll go hunt up iPads and
stuff." Jack rubbed his hands over his hair and snagged a towel as he
moved swiftly away.
"Cover up your jiggles then," Coll called
after him. "No cock rock on display."
A whistle was
his reply.
Coll wasn't under the water much longer than it took
to wash any traces of sex from his body, and soak his sweat-slicked hair. He
flicked a towel across his body in the hope some water would be caught and
absorbed and then pulled on a clean t-shirt before he ignored boxers, and
thrust his damp legs into linen trousers and deck shoes. The material of the
trousers chafed his skin and he wriggled uncomfortably. Maybe he should have
donned underwear after all. The last thing he wanted was a rash on his cock
from the nylon thread they used in his clothes.
It was too late. He heard the deep-throated rumble of
a powerful motorbike and guessed Fizz had arrived.
Coll took the stairs two at a time. He arrived in the
hall as the knocker crashed onto the wood with such force he wouldn't have been
surprised to see it emerge through the panel and an attached hand still
thumping away.
He pulled the door open and Fizz almost fell into the
foyer.
"Have you taken that picture yet?" she demanded
in a breathless voice as she took off her helmet and put it on top of an
old-fashioned hat stand.
"Good afternoon, Fizz. Not yet, sorry. How are
you, Coll? I'm fine, thank you, Fizz, how are you?" Coll said
sarcastically. "Would you like to take a breath before or after you hit me
over the head for my tardiness?" The look he received would wither the
hardest cock.
"Funny, ha, ha. I need that photo like an hour
ago."
"Difficult." Jack had entered the hall
unnoticed. "We didn't know you wanted it, and it would have been a TMI photo."
Fizz made a noise like a particularly upset wildcat.
Jack sniggered. "Knickers in a twist, Fizz?"
"No, but your nuts will be in a nutcracker before
you can say walnut or pecan if we don't get stuff sorted out pretty damned
quick. Let me take a damned photo." She snapped the words irritably.
"Where?"
"Kitchen. I was setting it up."
"I don't
want a set up," Fizz followed Jack into the kitchen, and Coll followed the
two if them.
If he was a ladies’ man, then Fizz's ass would be
everything you could ask for. Not for the first time he wondered why she was
single with no guy—or woman in sight.
Coll made a beeline for the coffee pot.
"Coffee?"
"After." Fizz didn't look up from her phone.
"Okay, it's still okay. Get sorted. No, not like that. Who lines up three
clocks and props a newspaper up for a selfie for no reason? I want
natural."
"If we'd known an hour ago you could have had au
naturel."
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where you'll find all you need, and learn a wee bit about me.
Thanks for reading,
Love R x
Raven Bio:
Well what can I say?
I'm growing old disgracefully and loving
it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish
forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us. Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but
roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to
speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the
garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild
life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that
indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs
without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate
under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing
people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
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