My first guest…

ImageWill You Dance Miss McAllan?

So today I’m honored with a visit from the lovely Raven McAllan, well to be honest she’s hijacked my blog, don’t see any other guest posts here do you? Exactly!

To be fair it’s probably because I invited myself over to her place and I’m sure I get the better deal, because it’s Raven and she’s talking about her latest book (one of many so do check the rest out!)…


Last Friday I celebrated with a short contemporary story, Will You Dance Miss Laurence? This isn’t your typical ballroom story… after all there’s dancing and there’s dancing.

How on earth do you drag yourself out of a rut and back on the road to happiness? Especially when you’ve  no idea what happiness is anymore.

In Ava’s case, she asked her friend for help. Was it a wise idea?

Dancing lessons were supposed to be fun, but who ever heard of attending them without your knickers on?

Shibari Master Ryan is intrigued by Ava, so when his cousin asks a favor, he is only too happy to help Ava out of the rut she says she is in.

Will her past allow her to enjoy his bondage, or will true submission prove a step too much?

So what do you think?

Here’s a wee tease…

“Honesty, Ava,” he reminded her. “At all times. Limits within those scenarios?”

Honesty she could deal with, but not if she wasn’t to speak. Limits she couldn’t focus on. Surely this was all very low key? She was fine with that, but… However, Ryan seemed to understand her need to query.

“Tell me.”

“How do you know?” she blurted out. “I don’t know what my limits in this stuff are. I might hate it or be freaked or…”

“Hold on. Dammit, Ava, just slow down and chill. I can read you. You give out shows and tells. Right now, you’re excited and scared by it. I’m going to change the scared bit of that or we’ll get nowhere. If you think you’re at your limit, say Red. We’ll go into further details another time. Take off your dress and lie flat on the mat. Lie on your stomach. And don’t argue. Just do it or cry Red.”

He watched her like she was an insect under a microscope. The impersonal perusal got her back up. She was more than some silly teenager who wanted him to interact with him just because she’d heard stories. But are you really? You’re not giving him any encouragement. He’s no idea why you’re so arsy about all this. You haven’t told him or Jane, so why should he know why you’re shit scared?

“Yes Sir, and orange.” Ava stood up and her dress slid down her body to pool on the bench. She lifted her feet over it, and forced herself not to cover her mound.

 “Why orange? We’ve not done anything yet. And yes speak and tell me.”

“I’m naked you’re not. I’m on show, you’re not, and I have no idea what’s going to really happen and you do. So orange until I’m comfortable.”

“Not going to happen, love. Comfortable is not what I’m aiming for. You need to be aware, alive, and aroused. Comfortable is an old sofa.” He sounded amused and disgusted, not two emotions Ava thought went together. “Now get on the mat, give up, or tell me why you’re so bloody contrary. Your choice.”

So how will she chose?

To find out you’ll need to read the book. Yes I am evil; just ask any of my characters!


Raven lives in not so sunny Scotland, land of whisky, kilts and the midge. The first she tolerates, the second she loves, and the third…. She suggests you use the spirit to drown them!

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