Believe it or not, when I was a pre-teen
and a young teenager, I went to dancing lessons. Ballet, ballroom and Latin-American.
I danced my way through Saturday mornings and Wednesday evening, thinking I
might be the next Margot Fonteyn or a member of a world champion Formation
team. Little did I know that I'd be writing a series about a dance studio where
that sort of dancing was the purpose.
I had such fun writing these, its one of
the lovely things about being a writer, that you can let your imagination free.
Dance to a Different Beat showed me just how there is dancing, and there's d a
n c I n g …
Blurb
Jane has a decision to
make. Meet Sean and face her demons, or hide. Can she allow herself to let go
enough to give this experienced Dom the submission he demands?
Jane has always made
her own way in life, and the thought of giving up that control has scared her
away once.
Sean is determined to
show her that true submission is a joy, and not something to be feared. He is
not prepared to lose her again.
As they face her
fears, can they reach their full potential, or will those demons just prove too
much to conquer?
And a wee teaser…
As he watched under
hooded eyelids Jane ran her hand over the back of a leather chair, and caressed
the smooth shape as it swept in a dramatic curve and became the arm. Her
fingers splayed out over the wooden covered strength. She'd always been
tactile, and Sean could only wish her hands would touch him in the same erotic
way. The thought of her mouth on his cock, or himself buried deep inside her
pussy, had been the basis of more than one of his climaxes. He despaired of
ever seeing if his fantasies lived up to the reality. She looked at him.
"So this is vanilla?"
He nodded. Shit, I must seem like one of those stupid
nodding dogs you win at the fair. "So?"
"Oh nothing
really," Jane smirked. "But a chair like a giant clit isn't what I'd
call vanilla."
He laughed. "You, my dear, are the other
person to recognize that, let alone remark on it."
"Really? So what
does everyone else see?" She sounded genuinely interested.
"Comfortable."
"What?" Jane
sounded incredulous as she let him seat her at a small round table carefully
screened from the wind, and prying eyes. "Nothing else? It's two-tone red
leather, for goodness sake."
He shrugged and went
to a side table where an array of fruit was set under muslin covers.
"People only see what they want to see Jane. And hear what they want to
hear." He handed her a bowl of fruit with everything Ryan had assured him
she loved in it. "Don't you agree?"
"Hmm." She
ate a spoon full of raspberries. As the deep red vied with the subtle hue of
her lips Sean's cock reacted and hardened. Damn, if he didn't wish it was his
prick that was being sucked into her mouth. "How d'you mean?" She swallowed
and filled her spoon again. "This is good. If I'd known I was coming for
breakfast, I'd have ditched the joggers and worn something tidier. So, you were
saying?"
"That people have
selective sight and hearing, and interpret things in their own way to suit
themselves." He paused. Should he?
Why not? It can't make things any worse. "Take yourself for instance. Your friend
wants to come to dance, you hear BDSM. Did you ever check with her to see what
she'd been told? Nope, you just jumped to conclusions. Why? Have you been to
see Ava and Ryan? No, not since she told you what had happened. You worry her
and Ry, you know, but does it bother you? Evidently not, you just see them as
threatening your safe sterile life and ignore them. And you set the whole thing
up, and I could have sworn not five minutes ago you were really happy for them,
but you haven't told them that. They both wonder what they've done to insult
you. And us? You ran. You saw how well we meshed, and ran. No questions to me,
no define what you mean, nothing. You just bottled. And now look at you? You
look like a bag lady. Your glow has gone. When are you going to open your eyes
and ears and see and hear what's going on? When are you going to give us a
chance? Or are you going to let yourself be sucked into apathy and sterility?
For fuck's sake remind yourself what you felt with me, tell yourself you
deserve more. And bloody well talk."
He slammed his hands
on the table so hard both the crockery and Jane jumped. Her spoon fell to the
floor, followed by three slices of apple and a grape.
*****
Dance to a Different Beat…Buy links
Evernight Publishing http://www.evernightpublishing.com/dance-to-a-different-beat-by-raven-mcallan/
Amazon http://authl.it/B00CNYPZWE
Nosy links…
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.
You can find out more
about Raven here…
https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan
(my page)
https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan (author
page)
No comments:
Post a Comment