Guest Post—Her Type Of Guy

Today, I have Michaela here talking about her newest release with her partners in crime. 

Do you think everyone has their perfect person out there?
What if you have a few peculiarities or kinks? Then what?
Well this anthology of short stories is all about finding the right girl who accepts you are special in your own way.
Her Type of Guy is available from Evernight Publishing right now. It features  10 sexy short stories that are perfect to read when you minutes rather than hours. Each story will leave you with that ‘ahhh’ feeling!
And who are my partners in crime? They are wonderfully talented ladies with rather wild ideas: Doris O’Connor, Raven McAllan, Ella Grey, Morgan King and me (Michaela Rhua – although I wouldn’t necessarily say I am wonderfully talented!)

For every desire, there’s a man to meet it. Someone’s annoyance is another’s kink. In this naughty collection of short stories, indulge your fantasies, and follow our heroines as they find just the right type of guy or guys…
From bouncing cocks to virgins, slow coaches, true Scotsmen, and messy play partners, sex toy experts and their mischievous friends, these guys are in need of their ladies. Why is one guy too grumpy to believe, another always too early? And can there ever be a future with a hired killer?
Only one way to find out. You might just meet your ideal guy. 
Here are two snippets from my stories in this hot little collection.
Snail’s Pace.
Adam watched Sophie work from behind his glasses as he had done many times. He knew her routine well: tidying the shelves, restocking the popular titles, fluffing the cushions and sorting the toys. Her movements were swift; she brought order to whatever she touched. He longed for her slender hands to touch him and for those long legs to be wound around his waist as he ground into her. Her round breasts looked like they would overfill his hands.
The jangling of the bell awoke him from his daydream. That is all it was pure fantasy. 
Ready for another?
Only When Allowed.
Stopping right in front of him, she lifted a finger to his face. She traced the outline of his lips and slowly down his chin. Alex was rooted to the spot. Lillian leaned into him and her warm breath fanned his ear.
“Come,” she said before turning and walking away towards the lifts.
Alex did not need to think twice. He almost ran to follow his boss, ready to obey her every command. 
Why not check out this collection of naughty stories here:
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Michaela Rhua
Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is multi published and loves writing!
She has teenage children and a husband, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.

Excerpt Tuesday with Raven McAllan

This week I have Raven McAllan with her book To Please A Lady.

To Please a Lady by Raven McAllan


When your lovers are lovers themselves and want you to help them make the perfect triangle, what do you say? “Persuade me,” of course!
Unconventional and happy, Hermione is in the enviable position of having not one but two lovers to attend to her every need. That her lovers are lovers themselves only adds to the equation.
Berry and Ran feel it’s time to make all their various twosomes into one splendid threesome. Now all they have to do is persuade Hermione!
Being men, they are too impatient to wait for her answer.
Being a woman, she isn’t going to be pushed, shoved, or coerced into saying anything until she is good and ready. Patience is a virtue, one her men needed to get.

Rosy nipples showed through the material, their darkened surrounds providing a guide to their presence. Lower, the shadow of dark curls hid her pussy, or was it that they showed the way to where it waited, impatient to feel the hard, usually impatient cocks that it welcomed? Oh, the joy of having no pretense, being able to be honest and open about her enjoyment of the act of lovemaking these last months, had been so satisfying; those to come promised to be even more so.
Tying the lowest set of ribbons, barely inches below those curls, Hermione could not control her compunction to sooth the throbbing concealed within. Her hand slipped beneath the ribbons and touched. She closed her eyes to feel with her senses. Ah, that first swirl through her curls and then the sheer pleasure of touching her now wet lips, finding her fingers coated with the evidence of her desire. The intensity of her feelings shot through her like lightening, and she gasped. Not from her arousal, however.
A swath of velvet covered her eyes.
As she caught her breath, soft hands feathered across her nape as the material was fastened. Then her hair was pushed to one side, and she experienced the press of lips, kissing where the ribbons from the velvet knot brushed her back.
“My love, you started without me? For shame. How shall I punish you?”
Her breath quickened. Her punishment had started! Knowing what those elegant hands were capable of and unable to see how they explored and excited her to ever more passion was punishment enough. As her tormentor well knew.
“You were late, my lord; the play started on time, alas without your attendance.”
A soft laugh greeted her remark. “Ah, Mione-mine. I would be lost without you in my life. Shall I begin Act Two?”
Oh, if it so pleases you, and three, four, and five. However, never would she allow her eagerness to show.
You can get a copy of this great book at Amazon, Breathless Press and Bookstrand

Q&A With Raven McAllan

I got some amazing news this morning. Bound To Protect is a Bestseller on ARe in the suspense category and also a hot-selling title on Bookstrand.

Today, I’m over at three different places.

  1.  London Saint James ‘s blog with an author interview along with a giveaway of my newest release Bound To Protect.
  2. Sex Marks The G-Spot with an excerpt.

 For Question and Answers, I have Raven McAllan with me today.

How long have you been writing? seriously, just over a year casually for ever it seems.
What made you pick writing erotic? (Laughs) I didn’t, I think it picked me
Are you the kind of author who needs a certain drink or snack near by when writing? If so what is it? Coffee and chocolate during the day and wine and chocolate during the evening
How has your life changed since becoming published? More dust bunnies more wine more er erotic thoughts, less free time
What can you tell me about your newest release?

What do you do when a drop dead gorgeous man turns up on your doorstep, demanding his wife? Who, it seems has stolen your identity? Find out why of course.

When Gray Reynard turns up on Jules’ doorstep expecting to find his estranged wife and finds her instead both are surprised. Especially as the air between them sizzles. But before they can do anything about that sizzle they need to find out what is going on. Or so they think.
But life doesn’t always pan out as you want, and Jules and Gray have to decide whether to work together or walk away from what they are feeling.

“Think positive.” She advised him. “You might get the diary where I’ve written about making love on a pool table or having sex with David Beckham in a swimming pool.”
The look on his face was priceless. She wished she could capture it and sell it. She’d make millions.
“You didn’t?”
“Well, not David Beckham, sadly. As for the pool table?  You’ll have to wait and see.”
“Give me a diary,” he said fervently. “I need pointers.”
He doesn’t, she thought. He really doesn’t.
“Backwards.” Jules decided. “You work through them from when you met her. If anything stands out, or seems weird, and pool tables do not come under the heading of weird, make a note of it. I’ll start from my book being published and go forward. How does that sound?”
“Long. But yes, I guess it’s all we can do.”
Well, not all, she thought. I can think of several other things we could do. But they won’t help us read these diaries. As Gray laughed, the tone deep and sexy, she wondered if he had read her mind. But no, he had just read an entry in her most recent diary. Written the day before.
“A drop-dead gorgeous, play-your-cards-right-and-you-can-have-me man appeared on my doorstep. I thought all my birthdays had come at once, before I realized he was a real up-his-own-ass type asshole.” He read her words aloud. “Pity, because I could do with a really good—”
“Enough!” Jules’ cheeks burned and were no doubt scarlet. “Shit, shit, shit! I forgot I’d written yesterday. But why the hell have you got it? You should be reading three years ago.” Mortified, she realized she’d picked up her current diary when she took all the others from her bag. “Think I’ll have that back, please.”
“Hold on.” Gray kept his right hand firmly on the diary, holding it in place while he wrote something under her entry, then handed it back.
“Thank you so much. Oh.” She read what he’d written and her cheeks grew even hotter. “Oh, um, yes, er.”
“Just shut up, Gray. Please. I’m hot and bothered enough, and do not even say it. Yeah, I know, you could make me even hotter . . . oh, bugger it. I’ve done it again. My feet are in my mouth as much as yours are. In your mouth, I mean, not mine and . . . . Fu . . . . Stop this right now.”
Gray lay half out of his chair, laughing so hard tears streamed down his face.
A second later, Jules was in the same state.
“Oh, God,” she said when she could at last speak coherently. “I needed that. No more, though. No innuendos, no double speak. Nothing. We need to work.”
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Excerpt Tuesday

This week’s excerpt comes from Raven McAllan and her debut book Wallflowers Don’t Wilt.


One man looking for adventure. Can he persuade them that freedom comes in many forms, including three bodies entwined?

Ivo Daranton is bored. What he sees in a busy ballroom soon removes the boredom and replaces it with the thrill of the chase. His quarry? Serena and Arabella—Sappho-following, pinkie-linking, more than just friends.

Although they had not thought they were inclined to include a man in their lives, Ivo decides they are wrong: a man is needed, and that man is him. How he persuades them to give him and his idea a chance—or rather, how the ladies encourage him to persuade them—is as unconventional as the life they intend to lead.


He was bored and needed entertainment. No, be honest with yourself, Ivo. You need a ménage. Soon. For some strange, inexplicable reason, hopefully with these two.

High in the mountains of China on his varied travels, he was introduced to the delights of loving and being loved by two women at the same time. Seeing them fondle each other and him was his ultimate, nay his only, desire. One-on-one or with either sex—and in- deed, he had tried both—did not give him the satisfaction he desired. He could, and did, enjoy that conventional coupling on occasion, but the relief he gained was short-lived. As was the relief achieved solely with another male. Paying for the privilege, although sometimes a necessity, was also something he had no desire to do.

Therefore, once back in England, he was not often fulfilled. Luckily he was a master at self-help; however, now perhaps maybe fulfillment without that was near.

Ivo wondered why these two affected his cock when others hadn’t.

To get your copy of this book go to Breathless Press. Raven can also be found around the internet at her website, Facebook page and her blog