NEW RELEASE from Raven McAllan! Impulse! And Competition!!

***PRESS RELEASE***

IMPULSE by Raven McAllan

Author Raven McAllan releases a steamy novella via Just Ink Press, LLC. IMPULSE is set on Isola Dei Sogni, an island where dreams and fantasies become reality and love may tackle when least expected.

"We're quite happy to have Raven aboard," said NL "Jinxie" Gervasio, CEO and Senior Editor for Just Ink Press, LLC. "She's a dear to work with and writes scenes hot enough to make you want to strip down, despite the claims that winter is coming!"

*****

Title: Impulse

Series Title: Isola Dei Sogni

Word Count: 22k

Genre: paranormal romance

Short 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?

Long Blurb:

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?

EXCERPT:

"Inside." His voice was hoarse. "Touch inside. In the way you'd like me to touch you. Show me, Mia. Show me."

Her body was on fire as she moved her hand. She'd show him, and rejoiced that she'd found a person who desired her so much.

"Like this?" With an insouciance she wouldn't have believed she had, Mia wet her fingers in her mouth and moved them to her pussy. Slowly, she pushed inside herself. The look on his face gave her courage to move them further inside. As she scraped the walls of her channel, her clit tingled and sharp arrows of pleasure honed in on her nipples. Her juices coated her fingers, and without conscious thought, she moved her hand to coat her nipples with her essence. She trembled as she returned it to her heated sheath. Her head fell back and she gave herself to the sensations that bombarded her.

"My turn." Dylan stood up and pushed his chair back. It fell over and hit the floor with a bang. Mia jumped at the unexpected noise and her hand moved out of her channel and dropped onto her lap. He lifted it to his lips.

"Ah, so good, it tastes of you." Goose bumps covered her skin as he put her fingers into his mouth and licked them one by one. "Now I can't wait, my lovely Mia. Are you ready?"

*****

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 at the following links:

Website | Blog | Facebook Fanpage | Facebook Profile | Twitter

Be sure to comment below for your chance to win a FREE copy of Impulse! Two winners will be chosen. Also head over to the Just Ink Press blog and leave a comment there with links to any shares you might have to be entered into their Grand Prize drawing for a $50 Amazon gift card!

At the end of the tour, the Grand Prize winner will be announced on the Just Ink Press blog.

How does the Grand Prize contest work?

Comment = 1 entry (multiple entries possible; one per blog and one on the Just Ink Press blog)

Shares:

Twitter = 2 entries (multiple entries possible, but must show links)

Facebook = 3 entries (multiple entries possible, but must show links - if on profile, it must be public)

Winners will be chosen using Random.org.

Short Story by me - The Bench Meet

I entered this short story into a competition, I didn't win.

The story was prompted by a picture. Since I can't use the picture, let me describe it. A snowy, winters day. There is a snow covered park bench, lots of trees sprayed with white, no one is around.

Here is my story, a short 297 words

The Bench Meet

For 57 years, George and Edna had sat on this bench. They had their first date here, George proposed marriage here, they brought their children here, and their Grandchildren.

And now they were here again. It was a cold winters day, and the bench was covered in snow, so they both had wrapped up in scarves, gloves, hats and warm winter coats. But the cold didn't bother them too much, they loved being here together. Every friday afternoon, Edna popped to the library, where she met some of her friends to discuss the latest book they'd all been reading. Well, what else did she have to keep her ocupied when George was watching his football! She loved reading, so why not have a book club with her friends. What was the point of reading an amazing book if you didn't tell people about it. After book club finished, George would aways meet Edna at their bench, half way between the library and home. If it was cold, George brought home madde hot chocolate in travel mugs to keep them warm, or if it was summer, Edna would buy a couple of milkshakes at the little stand on her way. They would chat about anything they could think of. Discuss family meetings that were coming up, chat about what Edna and her friends had been up to, or talk about how Georges favourite team had won or lost their game.

Yes this was their bench, their favourite spot. After a while, they got up, and walked hand in hand down the footprint covered winding park path.

The snow had melted from the seat now, and you could see the plaque that had been placed there.

'For George and Edna, this was their bench'

'RIP ' 

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed :)