I’m pleased to introduce a fellow Evernight Publishing author, Raven McAllan. She’s stopped by today to tell you about her upcoming release, A Shimmer Of Silk, part of The House On Silk Street series.
Hi, Cara and anyone around. Thanks for letting me come and tell you a little bit about my book, A Shimmer Of Silk, which will be released on 17th January from Evernight Publishing.
It’s a pleasure to have you by, Raven. Congratulations on the new release! I bet you’re excited for tomorrow. What can you tell us about A Shimmer Of Silk?
‘Silk’, as I call it to myself, is book two in an erotic Regency series called The House On Silk Street. (Book one is Silver Silk Ties, also from Evernight.) This story pushed me further than I ever thought I could go with my writing, but I’m so proud I ‘went the extra mile”. ‘Silk’ tells the story of Deborah and Oliver and her search for her life…her past and her future.
Hmm… sounds like there may be a bit of mystery to go along with all the naughty bits.
Deborah may not know the full truth of her childhood, but she knows she needs to find her soul.
During one of her performances at Silk Street, she attracts the attention of Oliver, Lord Craster. Known for his extreme tastes, he senses a kindred soul in Deborah.
Persuading her that their needs mesh proves a challenge, even to a man of his experience. Will Oliver be the man she needs to unlock her secrets? Or will his dominance scare her too much to even try?
Are the nightmares simply too strong?
Has that whetted your appetite? Here’s a tease to hit your heartstrings (I hope):
“I never took you for a coward,” Oliver said, and released his hold on her tresses. His tone was monotonous, almost disinterested. He could have been discussing the price of candles. “You stand on stage, letting Dalmain hurl his knives at you, ignoring the fear I saw in your eyes. You throw flames, let a stranger trace cobwebs of wax over you, and show no fear. But this? The chance to explore your inner self, you turn away from. Why? Why when you risk your life each time a knife comes toward you, will you not open up to this?”
He let go of her and began to pace around the room. She felt his gaze on her, steady and unwavering. It sent hard, stabbing darts of fear down her spine. He would not let her go easily, and she could not stay and risk everything she had fought for.
Abruptly, he stopped walking and spun round to face her, one hand flung out in a demanding gesture.
“I feel the connection, as I believe you do. Damn, Deborah, we are right for each other. For so long I have waited knowing one day I would find the one. Everything up until now had been but a rehearsal for our partnership, and you are not willing to chance even one time to discover our needs and pleasures. You would throw all what might be without explanation. What have you to lose?”
Not my soul, that has gone. It was unthinkable to wonder if he was right.
“I don’t risk my life Oliver. In that you are very wrong. For each knife that comes toward me, do you not think I wonder if this time, I will leave it too late to catch it? Wonder if Luc blinks at the wrong moment and his aim will not be true. Think what might happen if I close my eyes and do nothing? You see, My Lord.” She inverted his title with capitals deliberately, as she decided it would likely be the first and only time she allowed him the courtesy of being her Dom. “I do not risk my life … I cheat my death, and one day my time will run out.”
Great stuff, Raven. I’m looking forward to reading more. Thanks for visiting today and best of luck with your newest release and future writing!
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.
Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.)
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