I've been incredibly lucky because I got to read the very first, unedited, draft of it. Since then it's gone through the whole polishing process, got its totally gorgeous cover and generally got beautified so that what is published tomorrow is probably a long way from the typo-filled draft that I got sent the moment she typed "The End". I'm so excited I could pee myself :D Opppps that's probably a little too much information to be sharing.
Anyways, yesterday Raven sent me a word file simply called "For Tina" (that's me!). I opened it up and .. well I nearly fell off of my chair and as I read I had a huge lump in my throat and needed to grab some Kleenex. So instead of telling you what she said I'm going to copy it below.
{Please read on there's a competition with real prizes :) )
And Mega Chair Swivel Jiggle…
Maybe the hoolah, the happy dance and the
jump up and down on the table.
Because now, at last, we have #Atholsstory.
And it's all down to Tina. (Blushing here)
She read Master, and fell in love with
Athol (I did)
Now I’d been thinking about writing his story,
and so I started. Only to come to a grinding halt when I tried to plot. Athol
was having none of it, and refused to talk to me for months. If it hadn't been
for the fact I knew Tina wanted his story, I'd have left him to sulk for ever.
However when he began shouting at me again,
I listened. Wrote the story his way, and 40k later, we have his and Edan's
story.
Tina read the rough copy and phew liked it. (No! I freaking LOVED it!)
I tidied it up, and sent it to Evernight
Publishing and phew, they liked it.
And now here it is. All nice, shiny, and
with a cover to drool over.
OK this is where it get's exciting!
To celebrate I'm going to give one
commenter on here an Ecopy of Master or The
Girl on the Bus, which is also about Dommisimma, the club Athol works in. (And I'm throwing in a $5 Amazon gift card to a second winner to go with it - so that's 2 prizes to win!)
Just say why you think Ebooks are good (or
not)
OK so here is the rest of what she sent me :)
When is a Dom not a Dom? When it stops him
from being with the man he loves…
Athol Donaldson lost many people in his
life, his lover, his family, his twin. The latter loss seems hardly worth
morning over. Affric caused nothing but trouble when alive, and now, he seems
intent on causing trouble from beyond the grave.
It forces Athol to seek out the one man
he's never forgotten.
Eden Murdoch has no intention of letting
Athol slip through his fingers again. He's lost him once, and as they're forced
to pull together to unravel the mystery surrounding the parentage of a teenage
girl, their love for each other blossoms.
Surely, being Doms doesn't mean they can't
compromise? Will they be able to work out their differences, and find lasting
happiness, or will this blast from the past prove to be their final undoing?
Blurb…
That's the premise of A Dom's Decision,
also known as Athol's Story and book two in the Dommisimma Series. Well okay
The Girl on Bus mentions Dommisimma, but it's not really a proper part of the
series. This is.
It's one of those things, when a secondary
character in a book shouts at you, Waves a flag and says, hey, I'm here and boy
do I have a story to tell you.
Athol was like that, when he pops up in
Master. (Also from Evernight Publishing) I'm sure he didn't mean to, but he
stole nearly every scene he was in. And people asked me, 'When can we have
Athol's story?'.
Well Athol has very definite ideas about
what I should write. I started, he went shtum on me so I got stuck. So I put
the story to one side and worked on other stuff. You see I'm very character
driven, and he didn't like the way the story was going, so stopped talking to
me.
Then one day several months later, I woke
up with him shouting in my head, and wrote the next 25k in just over a week. He
spoke I listened…I wrote, he approved. Thus A Dom's Decision, Athol's Story was
finished.
Well it wasn't that easy but you get the
gist…
Anyway, here's a wee tease from Athol's
Story…
Athol couldn't believe the rush of
adrenalin that coursed through him. Every nerve end tingled. To know they just
might be getting somewhere was so exhilarating, that one swipe of Edan's tongue
anywhere on his body would make him come. Slight exaggeration, but not much. He
swallowed and cleared his throat.
"Well we could do, but then seeing as
I came up with the idea, do you want to go first?"
"Fuck first—talk later?" Edan
smiled. "Sounds good. So strip. Stretch out on the bed and let's explore
again."
That was jumping in with a vengeance. Was
revisiting your first lover like riding a bicycle? Once done never forgotten?
He'd soon find out.
Athol decided it felt strange to have Edan
watching him as he undid his zipper and stroked it carefully down the sensitive
skin of his prick. Edan's gaze was so intense, Athol's hands shook, as he held
the metal away from his body. Foreskin in zip teeth wasn't a good omen.
"You going to reciprocate?" Athol
asked as he inched his jeans and boxers over his cock. The head glistened with
pre cum, and Edan's indrawn breath, told him more than words that the sight
excited both of them.
"Who's the, ah fuck it, lets just both
ask and receive, eh?" Edan toed off his shoes and undid his belt buckle in
a hurry. "Last one naked loses the next decision."
Athol laughed as his shoes caught in his
jeans as he tried to remove the clothes and not the footwear. It wasn’t
possible, so with a quick check of where Edan stood, he grinned and pushed
Edan. Edan whooped and fell onto the bed with his denims around his ankles. He
waved his legs in the air.
"Cheat."
"Yeah." Athol jumped and landed
on the bed next to Edan. He rolled over and grabbed Edan to hold him close, and
thrust his tongue in between Edan's parted lips.
This kiss was different. As Edan's male,
musky, scent surrounded him Athol knew tears were close. He'd missed this man
as if a limb had been severed. His man his other half, was finally here with
him.
But for how long? Athol pushed the thought
away and concentrated on using his tongue to touch the inside of Edan's lips,
and then stroke over the roof of Edan's mouth.
Edan
responded in an equally aggressive manner. His teeth grazed Athol's tongue and
his lips sucked the flesh. Athol scrabbled for the waistband of Edan's half
removed denims and shoved for all his worth, to get them away from Edan's body.
In the back of his mind, he noticed Edan performed the same act with his,
Athol's, jeans. How they managed without unlocking their lips Athol had no
idea, and didn't care. All he desired was Edan naked and next to him.
Edan moved back, and the tiny few inches
felt like the Grand Canyon with a force-eight gale to Athol.
"Shit, Ede
"Bratty Dom." Edan gasped the
words as his fingers fumbled with the hem of Athol's T-shirt. "Fuck,
what's this stuck on?" He held Athol's T-shirt away from his torso.
"Hold on." Athol inched the
material up and over his nipples. Edan's moan sent his cock into overdrive and
his heart thudding. "Ah, you like?"
"Oh, I like." Edan ran his finger
over the silver ring through Athol's right nipple. "How long have you had
this?" He dipped his head and Athol about exploded as Edan circled the
ring with his tongue and then tugged gently on it.
"Sh … er god, three, four, ah fuck,
enough already. Let's do more. Condoms?"
"Con … Fuck, shit, and bollocks."
Edan rolled onto his back and groaned.
His dick stood up long, hard and slicked with his pre-cum. "No,
I've been celibate for so long they'd have shriveled up. You?"
Athol echoed the groan, and laughed softly.
What he really wanted to do was cry and rail. Talk about serendipity—not. Was
this his punishment for what happened all those years ago? Why on earth would
he have thought he'd need rubbers? He'd been more concerned he might need a box
to protect himself from a kick or a punch. "Don't talk daft. I'd forgotten
what one looks like. Shit. Ah, well. Sixty-nine always was my favorite number.
We're clean, and I trust you."
"And back." Edan shuffled round
until his head nestled so close to Athol's cock Athol could feel his breath as
it fanned over his heated skin. Athol grabbed Edan's ass and pulled him closer
so he could put his lips on Edan's prick and give tiny little kisses along the
length until he laved the head. With a mental sigh of pleasure, Athol pulled
Edan's cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it. He enjoyed the salty
taste, inhaled the musky male scent, and reveled in the moans and sighs Edan
made.
A tug on his own cock sent his heat beat
racing, and his skin pricked with arousal. He closed his eyes to let himself
sink deeper into those beautiful sensations. It was nigh on impossible to groan
with pleasure with a mouth full of wet cock, but Athol knew his shudder of
pleasure reverberated into Edan. He nuzzled his head further into Edan's groin
and grasped his ass even tighter. Edan reciprocated and together they began the
nips and sucks of loving each other.
It wouldn't last long. He wouldn't last
long. Athol had no illusions that he wouldn't be able to stave his climax off.
Nor did he want to. The climbing emotion, the increasing heat, the shuddering,
juddering emotions, and taut skin, embraced him, and he let them flow through
him.
A multi-published author of erotic
romance, Raven lives in Scotland
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.
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Love R x
