I'd like to welcome the most excellent and versatile, Raven
McAllan to my blog today, here to talk about her latest release Teaching
Teacher, and teaching me a thing or two in the process.
So Raven, pleasure to have you here, how are the wilds of
Scotland at this festive time of year? Any plans for Hogmanay?
Ah it's great to be here. Here you are, a
slice of gluten free Christmas Cake and a dram…Yum I love Scotland, thanks Raven.
Now re Hogmanay…We do have a few plans.
Though we tend to be very low key, and enjoy the company of a few friends, with
a dram and a tall dark handsome first-footer…Okay, he's not got a lot of hair
left and it is going grey, but…Hehe, I'm sure it still counts. (If you don't know what a
first footer is GOOGLE is your friend ;))
Sounds good. So, we're here to discuss your latest release
"Teaching Teacher". I'm a complete noob to the world of M/M erotic
fiction, how does it differ to M/F (apart from the obvious, of course
*snigger*)
Well I don't think it does. Okay it's about
two people of the same sex, but to me, a love story is just that. A story about
love, romance and all the trials and tribulations that goes with it. Does my
bum look big in this applies to anyone! Hehe, so true.
What led you to start writing M/M?
I think originally I wrote a couple of short stories, and realized that as I
said above it’s a love story first and foremost, and the sex of my characters
are secondary. Up to a point anyway! Then My first full length M/M Riding Ryder
began to bombard me. I'm a pantster, I know I need to get (hopefully) from A to
B, but how I get there is anybody's—well except the characters—guess.
Teaching Teacher started from a germ of am
idea when I visited a certain seaside town in Scotland. Coincidentally the one
I used for my two shorts, and partly for 'Ryder'. Which is strange because it's
just a town! A very nice town, but nothing about it make me think ah ha, I need
to write a book about here. Especially a M/M erotic romance, there's not a lot
of eroticism on a wet Saturday in Scotland. Don't I know it ;)
What can you tell us about the heroes, Seb and Ruari?
They're normal guys. Work hard and wonder
if they'll ever fall in love and then they meet each other. Seb's a head maser
of a school and Ruari owns a pub. Ruari had a dark past and they both have to
overcome obstacles to see if they can be together.
I read somewhere a while back that it's mostly heterosexual
women who read M/M erotic fiction, any ideas as to why you think that is?
I've
no idea, I know men and women who read M/F M/M F/F etc etc, and all variations
of the above lol. If you find out why, let me know! I will do ;)
Okay I know you have to head off to the theatre to see
Dirty Dancing, so for my last question I must know. If you were Baby, who would
be your Johnny? (Hubby is not an option!)
Well Richard Gere in his American Gigolo days
was a big hit for me…(we were both younger and more supple then lol) And Johnny
Depp any time…please??? I'm totally with you on JD
Thank you so much for coming to play Raven. I look forward
to trying out my first M/M, and if you're curious there is no better time to
start than now! Check out Teaching Teacher, out today with Breathless Press, Amazon, Amazon UK, All Romance, BookStrand.
Your
welcome Mel, and as a treat, I'll give one lucky commenter a gift of either
Riding Ryder or Addicktion vol 2 ebook…
Ooh what a pleasant surprise! Sounds great, so guys and
gals get commenting and you could win with Raven! Now for the good stuff, keep
reading!
Finding love in a new town had not been in
Seb's plans. But life has a tendency to throw you curveballs – like Ruari.
When the new head teacher walks into his
bar, Ruari knows he has to have him, and damn the consequences. When lust turns
to love, nothing else matters. Together they will overcome, no matter what. Or
will circumstances drive them apart?
Excerpt
Coffee or
merlot?”
“Er, is either
of them a euphemism?” Seb raised an eyebrow. Ruari choked as Seb went on.
“Because I’d like a glass of merlot, and I’m fucking sure I’d love the
euphemism.”
“I’m fucking
sure we both would,” Ruari said frankly. “Not yet, though. First we’ll have the
merlot. I’ll tell you a little bit more about my weird and, er, some would say
wonderful family. Then you can decide if you still want to have the euphemism.
If you do, great. If you don’t, no hard feelings. Well, maybe.”
Seb took the
glass of wine Ruari handed over and then pulled him down so they could sit
close together. “Surely, it can’t be that bad?” Seb asked.
“I’ll let you
make your own mind up.” Ruari fortified his courage with a healthy swallow of
the smooth liquid. It tasted of walnuts and spices. He relished the warmth that
spread as it slid down his throat. As the last flavor left his taste buds, he
took a deep breath.
Seb put a finger
over his mouth. “Nope, enough already. Let’s just see where these tingles and
hard cocks are taking us. Hopefully not to anymore cold showers. Hell, it’s a
wonder I’m not shriveled to the size of a chipolata instead of hot, hard, and
throbbing.”
Ruari burst out
laughing. “You too? Thank God. I thought I was the only sappy one. I wasn’t
going to jerk off until...well...”
“You decided I
was a jerk or not? Yeah, me too, so are we jerks, jerking, or joining?”
Ruari shook his head, amused at the pair of them, and had
another sip of wine. He could see Seb watching the play of his throat as he
swallowed. He imagined it was Seb’s cum he was swallowing; he could almost
taste and smell its salty flavor and scent. He cleared his throat rapidly. “So
in the interest of not causing any droughts, human or otherwise?”
