Hi Jorja, spins in chair and snags a
cookie thanks for inviting me over today.
I'm
still on cloud nine because Impulse is out. Just Ink Press liked it and woo hoo
here we are. A book about an Impulse written on an impulse.
Which is strange because my hero and
heroine told me in no uncertain terms they never acted on impulse. Then they
both went er whoops, watch this pace. So I did and they did.
It's always a brilliant feeling when you
get the 'we would like to offer you'… email, and until I see it, I never
believe it's going to happen So to get this was great. And to me each step of
the process form that email to my book on my Ereader is a joy. (Okay not the
edits where I groan and go 'I don't know what to so…help') But generally, I
know it's one step nearer to having a better book.
Have I cracked it? Did my impulse work?
Well you'll have to read it to find out.
I hope this helps you to decide…
blurb
Isola
Dei Sogni, where fantasies and dreams come true. Mia only went as a favor for
her sister. Her fantasy was a good book and a bottle of wine. Until she met
Dylan. Then her sense disappeared and fantasy took over. Was it all worth it?
Dylan
has arrived at Isola Dei Sogni to help out—with reluctance and just as a favor.
Then he meets Mia. If she's the person he's supposed to assist, then maybe the
visit won't be the waste of time he thought after all. His attitude has
changed, and when he hears Mia wants to give him his fantasy? Dylan is never
one to disappoint a lady…he hopes.
However,
fantasies and dreams are all well and good, but even here, reality creeps in.
Can Mia and Dylan overcome that to reach their happily ever after?
Do you need a wee bit more?
Here's a teaser…
Mia stared at her pool in
amazement. To her delight it wasn't a tiny plunge pool as she had expected but
a good-sized proper swimming pool. Edged in green and gold lights that
continued her suite's color scheme and lit under the water as well, it was pure
pleasure.
She checked the area around it,
and gave in to the whim of laughing as she spun around with her arms in the
air.
Bliss. Beautiful, and they said it was totally private. How
when she could see across the gardens to the sea, she had no idea but for once
she didn't care. She remembered Dylan had said something about one-way glass,
but try as she might, Mia couldn't see any glass about. She considered her
options. Dare she?
For
goodness sake you've done it before. Before she could change her mind,
and remember she'd been younger and less responsible, Mia took off her bikini and
threw it in the direction of a sun lounger. The top landed on the rim and
dangled like a flag, as it swayed in the light breeze. Her bottoms landed slap
in the middle of the seat. Mia sniggered. They were covering a seat of some
sort at least. She walked to the edge of the pool, had a quick look around, and
jumped into the sparkling blue-green water. There was certainly no one around
to see her wobbly bits.
The water was like liquid silk,
as warm as a soothing bath and as sensual as a soft sigh wrapped all around
her. Suddenly Mia felt all her cares and anxieties fall away. Even the ones I didn't know I had. Sod it. I
will relax, enjoy myself, and savor my time here. And enjoy the fact I don't
have a fantasy I feel I need to fulfill.
She floated aimlessly around the
pool, enjoying the unfamiliar feeling of the smooth water directly on her skin.
So wrapped up in mindless nothing, she didn't hear Dylan approaching, until he
spoke.
"Mia?"
Mia choked went underwater and
emerged, cautiously, spluttering at the same time.
"Do I need to come and give
you the kiss of life?" He hunkered down on his knees and held his hand
out.
She shook her head. "No, you
don't. You startled me. I thought you said this was totally private?" She
sank as low as she could. No way did she want to put him off his dinner.
"It is. There's only you …
and me here."
Damn it,
that voice. Talk about instant orgasm. If he bottled it he'd do a roaring
trade.
Mia stared up at him. His
trousers stretched over his thighs and across his stomach. She glanced at his
cock and away again in a hurry. The bloody man had a hard on. Just by looking
at her under the water? Pervert. I'm all blurry and wavery surely? Mia had a
quick glance down to reassure herself. She wasn't going to admit, she was
wet from more than the pool water, and her skin tingled with arousal. Even her
scalp itched in a good way.
Damn it.
Here I am with the most interesting male I have met for a long time in close
proximity, even if he is too young, and I'm under water, wet hair flapping around
my face, because typically I forgot to pin it up, with no clothes on, and all
of my unimpressive bits sort of on show. I could never be a femme fatale, that's
for sure. But he's hot to trot? Hmm. How do I get round this? She cleared her
suddenly dry throat.
"Why did you say you were
here?"
He grinned. Pure. Devilish.
Wickedness.
"I didn't. Do you want me to
say something deep or meaningful, or do you want the truth?"
"The truth." Well she
hoped she did.
"Okay, so I did bring Champagne.
And unbreakable glasses. But... I was hoping for a sneaky peek at that gorgeous
body in the buff. A bit poetic, but truthful. I wanted to see you naked. Oh and
I'm here to cater for your every desire."
Mia considered. What the hell. I'm on holiday, alone, and
while not young, free and single, two out of three will do. She made her
mind up. Meryl wasn't around, and had told Mia in no uncertain terms before
they left home, that she, Mia was on her own all week. Meryl had her own
agenda. She spoke rapidly before she could change her mind.
"Are you married or
otherwise spoken for?"
*****
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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.
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