Hello! Thank
you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! It’s such a pleasure to chat with you. So tell me…Raven’s dark side, Kera
Q) How did you dream
up the dynamics of your characters?
I sometimes wonder to be honest. This series is a real
departure for me. Darker and maybe edgier? All I knew is that these two would
lock horns as soon as they really began to interact and understand a little
more about each other. And they did.
Q) Is this book part
of a series? If so, can you tell us
about it?
Oh I love this series, Death Isle. The background to the
books is a mysterious government department which operates form Dark Island, in
the middle of a loch in Scotland. Their job is to eliminate traitors, and each
of the operatives has their own preferred method.
Q) Do you have any
habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
Not a one. I can and do write anywhere and everywhere. I
just block out what’s going on, and away I go. One of the best places to write
is on a long haul flight. Apart from people reading what I’m writing, (and
accepting the odd glass of wine or two) there are no interruptions. Bliss.
Q) How much real life do you put into or
influences your books?
As I’ve never killed anyone, not a lot in this series, ;) although I do
know the settings well. I love setting my books in places I ‘know and love’.
Other than that it’s a mixture of research, knowedge and imagination.
Q) What are your
upcoming projects?
Well my Raven side has just started a new Regency romance, and
my Kera side has one more book to finish in this series when the characters
stop playing around and talk to me.
Then who knows? I just have to see where my muse takes me I
guess. At least it means I’ll never get bored.
Blurb…
Undercover work plays havoc with
any relationship, let alone when your boss is The Carpenter.
Dori Mason is good at her
job—usually. However one look from her new boss is all that’s needed to turn
her from a capable, in charge, woman to a complete klutz.
For his part Maddock wonders what
terrible sin he must have committed in a past life to be landed with the Pa
from hell. The fact that she rouses his inner Dom like no other has done before
her is so not helping the issue.
He has a job to do, and that means
that Dori is forbidden fruit.
A call for help from the Dark Isle,
changes everything.
When their masks fall away, the
gloves—and clothes— come off.
In the midst of a threat to the
very existence of the Dark Isle, can Dori and Maddock find a future together?
And a
wee tease…
“I want to create
our pattern in wax on you, pet. May I?”
Behind the cloth
she blinked. “Yes, Sir.” Her pussy clenched and her juices gathered. Our pattern? She savored those words, they
sounded perfect.
“Then let’s get
you naked and onto a towel. Let go of
the rails.”
Her jumper was
pulled over her head and she blinked in the candlelit room. He’d been busy.
Candles dotted almost every flat surface and created an erotic and romantic
space. Mason lifted her ass as Maddock tugged down her skirt and spread a linen
towel under her. Then with a glint in his eyes she’d never seen before he put
her hands back around the headboard. “Do I need to tie you, or will you stay
like that?”
“No need to tie
them, Sir.” She’d do as he asked. “Well, I’m not sure about my feet,” she added
honestly. “If it hurts before it morphs into a sweet pain I might try to curl
up.”
He grinned, and
pulled a pair of individual ankle cuffs with ties to them out of his pocket.
“Spread them, pet.”
It was fascinating
to watch how he prepared. Mason stayed as he directed and did her best to quell
the silly frisson of fear that hit her. She’d never tried wax play and it was
one thing she often thought about. And it was Maddock for heaven’s sake.
Maddock, not any old Dom.
“Color, pet?”
Maddock stood next to her, a candle in each hand.
“Green, Sir.”
“Then my love
let’s play. I warn you, this will be hot.”
He wasn’t wrong.
That first drop of wax on her tummy made her bite her lip, the second clench
the rails so hard she’d have bruises. The sting followed by brief red-hot pain
and the sense of something hard on her skin was new and at times disconcerting.
After each
carefully placed drop of wax, Maddock waited until she assured him she was green.
Then all of a sudden the sensation chanced from hot and sore to hot and
arousing. She began to float.
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