Hello Raven! Thank
you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today to talk about your
book, Fairground Attraction! It’s
such a pleasure to chat with you. So
tell me…
Q) How did you dream
up the dynamics of your characters?
After a chat with a friend one rainy day. We’d taken
ourselves away for a no men weekend, and she was reading one of my books on my
kindle and telling me to write as she read. (Slave driver) We started
reminiscing about old films and men we enjoyed the look of. Tight butts, long
hair, blue eyes etcetera.
Over a glass (or two) of wine, we discussed what we wanted
to read about in heroes and heroines, our likes and dislikes.
Raig was born from that, and as my friend is ‘a tell it like
it is’ gal, Vairi just had to be as is she is.
When I got home, I knew what I wanted to write; I knew the beginning
and the end—I just wasn’t sure how we were going to get there. Luckily my
characters did.
Q) Can you give a
fun or interesting fact about your book?
When my
heroine is watching TV, she’s looking at a re-run of a very old semi-erotic
show. Nowadays it would be considered very tame, but back then, it was so
risqué it wasn’t shown until after 11pm at night! The hero was played by David
Duchovny, who was hot, hot, and er hot. It had
to be in.
Q) Do you plan all
your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
It honestly depends on them. Sometimes I have the whole book
plotted out and it goes to plan. Other times I think I have and oops, those pesky characters will not do as I
think and I just have to go with the flow. And also, I sometimes have nothing
but a very faint idea of what may or may not happen and just go along for the
ride. So far it’s all worked.
Q) How much real life do you put into or
influences your books?
I must admit that I love writing books with a setting I know. A lot are set in my favourite places in
Britain and I have a couple set in Hong Kong. (My very favourite city. Put me by the Star
Ferry terminus with a book, a gluten free energy bar and a bottle of water and
I can read, people watch and make notes for hours) Plus, I have used some other
places I’ve visited around the world.
I hate to read a book where the geography is wrong. I don’t mean a house
or a made up village, I mean not so litle things like whether somewhere is north
or south of somewhere else or a mountain is where it is described. Pulls me
right out of the story.
I was writing a sex scene one day and not sure if everythnig could
phsically go where I wanted it to. As my DH was away I texted an author friend
and asked whether what I described actually was possible. Half an hour later I
got a reply—from her husband. Oh yes it
is and thank you very much!
Q) What are your
upcoming projects?
I’m sort of thinking about a book set in WW1 and the
twenties, inspired by one of my relatives. It’s a love story, but with a lot of
twists and turns, so it will be a big project to do. Although it will have a
lot of poetic license the basis of the story is fact. This relative grew up in
London during the war, fell in love with the wrong guy and it took a long while
for her to meet the right one. Absolutely fascinating, so if it gets written I
must do it justice.
Before then I have another Kera Faire (my dark side) started.
It will be a Dark Isle story with a bit of a twist and this time not just set
on the island. The heroine is undercover at a glass furnace.
Blurb
and Buy Links
If Raig has his way, this particular
fairground attraction is one Vairi will not forget in a hurry. Her inner cougar
is out to play, and Raig’s going to do his best to keep it there.
All the fun of the fair—and a hot woman to
share it with.
What could go wrong?
Raig thought he was merely helping to give
the mum of a friend a good time at the fair.
However, it was obvious Vairi didn’t want
to be there, or have a good time. She’d rather be at home with a book boyfriend
and a cup of coffee.
They both soon found out, there are good
times and good times. How was Raig to know Vairi McQueen was such hot stuff?
Their time together was explosive, but
with both of them having secrets nigh on impossible to share, would they ever
be able to get together and see where their attraction took them?
Sometimes, Raig decided, you just had to
take a chance on life—and love. This was one of those times.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MG80X97/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1478005454&sr=8-1&keywords=raven+mcallan
Tiny URL
TB
http://tinyurl.com/h49k4lg
Excerpt
(Raig and Vairi have just ridden the
galloping horses at the fair. She insists on calling him Rake.)
“Jeez, Rake, drop the accent, why don’t
you. You keep dipping in and out so much I’m giddy. It’s not real, it’s phony.
You sound like a stereotypical B movie. Yes?”
He shook his head as he looked at her
and replied with not entirely faked sorrow. “That’s where you are wrong. I’ll
admit I’ve been piling it on. Lorna said you were a romantic, inspired by sexy
accents, and as I’ve been told over the years, the Irish accent is just that,
sexy, so I thought, well, why not? To be honest and truthful, the lilt is
always there. It’s just been distilled over the years. I resurrected it for
you.” He watched her, as she seemed to mull over his statement. He could
imagine her dissecting his statement and pulling up to consider the bits she
chose to.
“I’ll buy into that. Right.” She took a
deep breath and smiled. A look hot enough to split his jeans if he wasn’t
careful. A lesser expression than that had started wars, he was certain.
“So, Rake.” The way she purred his name
sent his libido sky high and he swore there would be a stain on his jeans. “A
good name by the way. Now, what are
you going to show me?”
His cock knew what he wanted. It was
hard and tight up against the fly of his jeans, straining the zip in its effort
to be free of its confines. He was glad Mr. Levi Strauss knew a thing or two
about the strength of denim.
“It depends on how much you want to
fly.” His accent was now upper class English. “I know what I’d like.” He saw
her considering his statement. “I’ll be open and honest. I agreed at first, because
of a photo in Lorna’s purse. The pair of you, somewhere sunny.”
“Barbados,” Vairi said, her voice
faint. “Three years ago, just before she married. It was my birthday present.
We ate, drank, and sunbathed. No sex.”
“Shame.” He laughed. “Does your daughter
not understand you are a living, breathing, sexy woman?”
She laughed with him. “Probably not. No
girl or woman or, I suspect, male likes to think their mother knows about, you
know, sex. Okay, we’ve had the kids, but then? Zilch. Won’t they be in for a
surprise when they get to that state?”
He nodded and decided to use the
element of surprise to catch her off guard. “So, Vairi My Queen, did you come
on the horse? With its rod pressed hard where my cock wanted to be?” He took a
gamble and guessed—hoped—she wouldn’t be shocked or offended by his frank
speech. Vairi blushed, but no angry words accompanied it. So far, so good. Now
he intended to make her less self-conscious.
“I could have done,” Raig remarked
frankly. “Very easily. Hard up against your ass, feeling you rubbing against me
and that bloody pole. Knowing it gave you more of a good time than my cock was
gutting. Gutting. What I really wanted was my cock in you, never mind the pole.
I would be your pole. Hot, hard, and fuck you into oblivion. Hear you come.
Feel you come. That’s what I want. To feel you milk me to fruition.”
“Ah…” She seemed to struggle for an
answer. Vairi stroked her index finger and seared a line down his cheek to his
lips, which she tapped twice. “So? Why are you waiting? Be that pole, Rake.
Because all I thought about as I got hot and bothered was you. You inside me,
making me come. Now’s your chance. If you’re not bothered how old I am, why
should I be? Cougars of the world unite and all that. Show me how you’re going
to fuck me, Rake. Show me what you want, how you want it. Let me shout and
scream for you.”
About Raven
A multi-published author of erotic romance, 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. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, 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.
No comments:
Post a Comment