Please Welsome Raven McAllan, here today with her new release from Evernight!
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When I sat down to write this
blog, I realized how lucky I am, doing what I love, writing stories. The fact
people seem to enjoy them is a bonus, and one I never stop giving thanks for. I
couldn't not write, I feel as if something is missing if I don't connect with
my characters every day, even just for a few minutes. As my long-suffering
hubby says, have lap top will travel. (It's amazing how much you can write on
long haul)
Double Jackson, or Jackson for
short is one of those stories that hit you, and demand to be told.
I've no idea where the idea came from, I just know I woke up one morning and
started to write it. It was very definitely character driven, and one of the
minor characters, Tina the housekeeper, nagged me all the time I wrote. It was
as if she were in the room with me, looking over my shoulder…
Not only does she keep all the
characters in the book in their place, she very definitely did it to me as
well.
I think it worked.
Blurb…
Jackson
Carrick at Tits and Bum Club—gay in more ways than one.
As morning wake up calls go,
those damning headlines made for a rude awakening. The renowned actor is a one
man guy, thank you very much, so why would a doppelganger set out to discredit
him, and more importantly, who is it?
As the mystery unravels and
loyalties are tested, Jackson has to rely on his husband, housekeeper, and
friends to keep his reputation from swirling down the drain.
Fortunately, Jackson's husband
Collum knows just how to keep his man from worrying. Only one thing to do when
you're stuck inside waiting for news—lots of mind-blowing sex.
Excerpt
(Fizz
is Tina's twin, and Jack's agent.)
Jack took
hold of the phone as if it were a time bomb about to go off. Which, Coll
decided it might well be. He stared at Jack, and willed his positive thoughts
to be heard as Jack connected the call.
"Hi,
Fizz. Hold on, I want to put this on speakerphone so I don't have to repeat it
to Coll."
"Where
are you? No don't tell me if it's too much information. Are you at home?"
Her voice was loud and tinny in the room. "Do you have today's paper
handy? Is there a clock or three around? Are you decent?" The staccato
questions came thick and fast. "Jack?"
Coll's
eyes widened and he shook his head at his lover's silent question. He had no
idea what the inquisition was all about.
"Kitchen?
With iPad and phone?" Jack could be as brusque as the next person when it
was warranted. "Naked."
"That'll
do." Fizz's voice ebbed and flowed as the signal changed strength.
"Well, not the naked bit. Clothed. Plus a paper or two and remember,
decently dressed. Do it now and send it to me please. I'll be with you as soon
as I can. About ten minutes, I reckon." The phone went dead.
Jack
looked at Coll, who raised one eyebrow.
"Oh,
shit."
"Oh,
fuck. Her ten is five. I don't think she means in our birthday suits."
Jack pinched Coll's left nipple and rolled of the bed to land on his feet.
"Bastard.
I wish I was that agile." Coll sat up, stretched and then stood up slowly.
"Ha.
If you had to do the stuff I do in this series you'd be limber as well. Problem
is at the end I'll be arthritic and stiff as an excited cock everywhere, not
just in my dick." He jogged into the bathroom, and with a wry grin, Coll
followed him.
Jack had
the shower on full blast. As Coll watched he spun round under the water three
times and got out.
"Over
to you. I'll go hunt up iPads and stuff." Jack rubbed his hands over his
hair and snagged a towel as he moved swiftly away.
"Cover
up your jiggles then," Coll called after him. "No cock rock on
display."
A whistle was his reply.
Coll
wasn't under the water much longer than it took to wash any traces of sex from
his body, and soak his sweat-slicked hair. He flicked a towel across his body
in the hope some water would be caught and absorbed and then pulled on a clean
t-shirt before he ignored boxers, and thrust his damp legs into linen trousers
and deck shoes. The material of the trousers chafed his skin and he wriggled
uncomfortably. Maybe he should have donned underwear after all. The last thing
he wanted was a rash on his cock from the nylon thread they used in his
clothes.
It was
too late. He heard the deep-throated rumble of a powerful motorbike and guessed
Fizz had arrived.
Coll took
the stairs two at a time. He arrived in the hall as the knocker crashed onto
the wood with such force he wouldn't have been surprised to see it emerge
through the panel and an attached hand still thumping away.
He pulled
the door open and Fizz almost fell into the foyer.
"Have
you taken that picture yet?" she demanded in a breathless voice as she
took off her helmet and put it on top of an old-fashioned hat stand.
"Good
afternoon, Fizz. Not yet, sorry. How are you, Coll? I'm fine, thank you, Fizz,
how are you?" Coll said sarcastically. "Would you like to take a
breath before or after you hit me over the head for my tardiness?" The
look he received would wither the hardest cock.
"Funny,
ha, ha. I need that photo like an hour ago."
"Difficult."
Jack had entered the hall unnoticed. "We didn't know you wanted it, and it
would have been a TMI photo."
Fizz made
a noise like a particularly upset wildcat. Jack sniggered. "Knickers in a
twist, Fizz?"
"No,
but your nuts will be in a nutcracker before you can say walnut or pecan if we
don't get stuff sorted out pretty damned quick. Let me take a damned
photo." She snapped the words irritably. "Where?"
"Kitchen.
I was setting it up."
"I don't want a set up," Fizz
followed Jack into the kitchen, and Coll followed the two if them.
If he was
a ladies’ man, then Fizz's ass would be everything you could ask for. Not for
the first time he wondered why she was single with no guy—or woman in sight.
Coll made
a beeline for the coffee pot. "Coffee?"
"After."
Fizz didn't look up from her phone. "Okay, it's still okay. Get sorted.
No, not like that. Who lines up three clocks and props a newspaper up for a
selfie for no reason? I want natural."
"If
we'd known an hour ago you could have had au naturel."
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Raven McAllan
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Thanks for reading,
Love R x
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