Today I have my girl, and very talented author, Raven McAllan talking about her new release, Nina's Dom! The cover alone says so much: dark, mysterious, sexy....shall I go on?
I sat down with Raven and asked her a few questions. She had much to tell!
Tell me a little about your current release.
When I first wrote Master, a story set in Dommissimma, a BDSM club in Glasgow, I never really imagined how many people who went there needed their story told.
Nina's Dom is the fourth story, and how I love these two. It's about relationships and how people can connect with other. As ever I have a very feisty heroine who won't give in to my hero without a fight, and a determined Dom for a hero who knows exactly what Nina is and what she wants. Will he succeed in showing her? Ah well you'll need to read the book.
What inspired this story?
I was out walking near where I live, when I saw a couple of guys kissing and cuddling. It was really romantic, and somehow I knew there was a story lurking. Then Nina from A Dom's Decision told me she'd seen the same thing. So it's a mixture of a scene that hits me, and a character shouting. If they mesh, like this happened it's great.
Do you have any releases scheduled for this year?
Oh you'll wish you hadn't asked this. I've got three shouting at me, a Ya (as J.Lilley) a Regency for the Miss Simpkins' series and book four of Diomhair. That was until Athol from Dommissimma book 3 whispered in my ear today. I'm tying to ignore him, but he is very persistent.
Release wise I have Double Jackson m/m from Evernight Publishing, out on September 3rd, Book 3 of Diomhair, Secrets Remembered in October and Hong Kong Heat (both Totally Bound) in December.
Hopefully there's a Christmas one from Breathless Press and another one in the pipeline…I am slowing down, honestly.
<LOL> Sure you are! What are your writing goals for this year?
To slow down, and to plot something that's dear to my heart and is hopefully a go-er. A two-part story set in WW! And the 20's.
What do you enjoy most about writing?
Trying to plot the lives of my characters and them saying hold on, no not that…this…I've had many an argument I've lost, I tell you.
Where do you start when writing? Research, plotting, character, or...?
I had to think about this and every book is different. Sometimes I overhear someone talking and it sets off a train of thought that morphs into a new book. With my Regency stories there's always a lot of research. The trouble is, I can get so involved in the research, I can spend spending hours reading, and end up nowhere near where I need to be. But it's fun.
What did you learn from writing your first book or what do you wish you’d known before becoming published?
To believe in yourself. To write as you can, not as you think you should. There's a massive difference. Oh and to grow a thick skin. Not everyone will like what you write and believe me they'll tell you. But then, why should everyone like something? It would make the world a very boring place if they did.
How do you balance writing and everyday life?
I write when I'm alone. The deal is that generally, unless I have a deadline looming, I don't write during the evening when Dh is home, or on holiday. Although I do cheat there, and get up to write before anyone else is awake.
Who first introduced you to the love of reading?
My parents. As far back as I can remember dad and mum read to me and introduced me to some fantastic authors when I was a child. Arthur Ransome and his Swallows and Amazons series, was a particular favorite. I so wanted to learn to sail. And I did.
And finally, why don’t you tell us three of your favorite things:
2. good wine
3. my DH
Whoo-hoo! Thank you. If you please, doll, can you share a short excerpt of your story?
"My name is Dominic Christopher. Nic to my friends, among whom I hope you will soon be counted. Born in Barbados, moved to Scotland to go to university and stayed. I'm forty- two, clean, healthy, and financially stable." Why did I add that? I sound right up myself. "Until my wife passed away I was her Dom and her Master. She was my slave. We lived the lifestyle 24/7. Since then I've had no interest. I've continued to help out here, usually on the door, or as dungeon master. I do tutorials to keep my hand in, but never in wax play and Shibari." Until now. "Those were for Lue and me and I'm not playing anywhere else in that way. I only want to demonstrate, not shall we say, participate."
"But not wax or Shibari." It wasn't a question, and to Nic's relief Nina didn't question his decision.
"Exactly. I've had no interest in rejoining the lifestyle to any degree until tonight. Don't ask me why. I just took one look at you and thought, 'mine', preferably Shibari tied and covered in decorations of wax. Total, three hundred and sixty degree turnaround. Presumptuous, scary, exciting, and as likely as not I'm going to crash and burn. But I'm alive again."
"Probably nothing to do with me, it's just the right time," Nina said. Then she reddened again.
He loved the way her emotions showed in the color of her skin.
She gasped and shook her head. "Oh blimey, that's so rude. Sorry, it wasn't meant to be. I'm a bit out of this introducing myself lark."
Does she think I'm not? Yet again, Nic found himself in the position of wanting to show her the errors of her ways. To have her at his feet, head bowed, and submitting. He was uneasily aware that he thought there was about as much chance as a snowball in hell of that happening.
"As I am," he said. "Nevertheless I managed." "Yes, er well, there's no need to be arsy. I'm doing my best.
Hello, I'm Nina Mack. I'm twenty-eight. Single, a teacher, and not interested in anything to do with BDSM. I came tonight because a friend who's a relative of Linsey set it up. That's it really."
Somehow, Nic thought there was more to it than that. He waited, until she fidgeted under his gaze and continued.
"Oh yes, I'm clean and solvent. I love walking, skiing, and snowboarding and riding my bike. But I also need my dose of smoke as my mum puts it. That means I love living in the city, not drawing on a dog end, but I get out into the countryside at least once a week."
"Fag end, ciggy, smoke, whatever you'd call it." "Thank you." How he'd like to discipline that attitude out of her. She thought he was arsy? She took arsy-ness to a whole new level.
"Can I ask why?" Nic asked. He was proud of his level-toned response.
The level tone vanished like snow in a volcano. "Hell, Nina, you're more prickly than a porcupine. I wondered why you live in town when you seem so much a country girl. Yes, I want to know how you know you’ve no interest in kink. Of course I do. And not only that, if you give me the opportunity, I'll do my damnedest to show you that you think wrongly. But give me a break here. Either meet me halfway, and mean it, or there's no point in carrying on." He stood up and opened the door. "You seem to have awakened my Dom, and if you don't want him, perhaps I should find one of your friends who does?" It was a gamble, but Nic hoped he hadn't mistaken the interested look in her eyes on more than one brief—albeit very brief—occasion.
Nina bit her lip. Twiddled the end of her hair, tucked it behind her ear, and pulled it over her cheek again. She turned her watch around on her wrist and checked the time, and gave a half shrug.
Well what can I say?
I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.