Erotic Romance Author: Raven McAllan

Hong Kong Heat Written By Raven McAllanThis weeks erotic romance author spotlight features, Raven McAllan. She was gracious enough to take some time out of her busy writing schedule to answer a few questions about her writing process. She also shared an excerpt of her new book Honk Kong Heat at the end of this interview, and it’s hot!

1. When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
I was about seven and I won a competition to write an essay on “where does Chocolate come from.” The prize was chocolate and I was hooked. It took another half century to really think, “come on woman write, you know you want to, what’s stopping you?” The answer was nothing, and I got cracking.

2. How long does it take you to write a book?
That’s a bit like how long is a piece of string. It depends on so many things. Am I on holiday—not a lot each day but several thousand words on the plane—Do I need to actually do some housework—as little as possible, I’m no domestic goddess. It’s a crime to upset the dust bunnies. Do we have visitors/family/things to do. However if I can crack on, I can write 5-6 k in a day. That’s not the norm because sadly I do have to cook, clean and be sociable.
I do try to write 2k a day Monday to Friday if I’m at home though. Weekends and evenings are family time, although I have been known to say oops, sorry have to edit/reread/sort this arsy hero out, and disappear into the study. Dh is lovely and passes me my wine glass—filled.

3: What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I walk with a friend and her dogs. I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, so there’s a lot of fabulous places to wander along. I run my plots past her and we put the world to rights. Read—anything except horror. Eat—As long as it doesn’t have gluten in it. Drink fizz—anywhere and any time. And travel—with my long suffering hubby. I love to visit new places, it’s great research. (That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.) Hong Kong Heat is a result of some of that traveling.

4: Do you have any suggestions/tips for aspiring writers and authors you’d like to share?
Write. Just write. And write as you can, not as you think you should. Your voice might not be as you think it is, but it’s yours and yours alone. Unique. So celebrate it, and let it out.

5: Chocolate or vanilla?
That would be telling eh? wink

6. Do you have any strange writing habits (like standing on your head or writing in the shower)?
I can and do write anywhere. It’s a standing joke in our family that I could write a book about bathroom floors I have sat and written on. If we’re in a hotel, and I, as usual have woken up at silly o’clock, I head into the bathroom to write. That way the tapping of my laptop doesn’t wake Dh up. I also love writing on long haul flights. I’d say that way there is no interruptions, but on one flight, I went to the loo, and got back to see a guy reading the M/s. When I explained it was my seat, he moved away. Then about half hour later, one of the cabin crew came up to me, and said the guys in seats ** and ** want to know what happens when she gets on the bed and faces the wall.

7: Tea or Coffee?
Tea, then coffee, coffee, coffee then tea, tea, and tea…

8: How did you choose the genre you write in?
It chose me I think. I’d try to write as I thought I should and it was awful. I never got anything finished. Cardboard cut outs was a kind way of describing the stuff. Then I decided I’d write a Regency story about two women and a man. That got finished, and I realized I’d found my niche. Erotic romance. I then progressed to two men and a woman m/f m/m f/f and both contemporary and historical. I’m so lucky.

9: Do you ever experience writer’s block? If so how do you get past it?
You know? I don’t. Oh I do get snotty characters who refuse to do as I want, and I get stymied. But I just go and write something else, until they come out of their sulk. From this you’ll guess I’m more of a pantster. Strangely, though I do find I write a bit more of a plot, but I won’t guarantee to follow it. As long as I get from A to Z it doesn’t bother me if I go via K, F and B rather than G L and Q so to speak.
I’m lucky that I’ve never been stuck for something to write. It tends to be the other way around. I’m deliberately ignoring ideas that are bombarding me.

10: If you only had one word to describe yourself, what would it be and why?
I asked around about this. Some of the answers are unrepeatable. The best I can come up with it… take a deep breath…growingolddisgracefully. Or enigmatic. Why, I don’t know but it does have a lovely ring to it.

Raven’s latest book Honk Kong Heat, is a sizzling affair that features a hot bod, hot lover and a hot shot. Sounds like something every woman should want, right?

Raven wants you to get a taste of what is to come between the pages and we offer this excerpt from Hong Kong Heat to help you turn up the heat:
“What did you whistle?” Debra asked. “I did New York, New York.”

“Oh, classy lady. I was much more mundane. I tried Bring Me Sunshine.” The thought of the both of them whistling away to cover the sound of them peeing in the bushes made Debra giggle. Braam stared and his shoulders heaved as he cracked up.

“What a pair.”

Debra nodded. “It was a bit, er, delicate, I guess. Still it’s one way to get to know each other better. We, er, know each other’s taste in music for moments.” She burst out laughing again.

Braam raised his eyebrows. “We know each other’s tastes in more than that.” He rolled sideways across the blanket and tugged Debra by the ankle until she was stretched out flat on her back. Then Braam pulled her on top of him. “I know,” he said softly as he ran his fingers through her hair. “Like I know you make such sexy little purrs when I kiss you here.” He kissed the soft skin beneath her ear. “And here makes you wriggle and moan.” This time it was the nape of her neck. “Ohh and here makes you wet and needy and hot, hot, hot.” He rolled them over so she was beneath him and ran his fingers over her cheek, across her chest and dipped it into the valley between her breasts. His grin was wicked as he slid his hand under the lacy cup of her bras and nipped her nipple. “And you groan, yes, like that. Groan for me, love, sigh your arousal. Show me what I do to you. Close your eyes, let go and enjoy my touch. Please, love.”

He whispered his words in her ear. Her eyelids closed and she was cocooned in a world of words and touch and warmth. His voice caressed her. Soft, low, arousing and full of desire. “Let me touch you here.” He moved the hand he wasn’t using to send a sharp stab of sweet excitement from her nipple to her clit and unsnapped the button at the waistband of her cut-offs.

Debra couldn’t have formed a coherent thought if her life depended on it. His scent filled her senses, his touch sent her body into a spiraling vortex of light and heat and her super-sensitive skin sang with each touch he gave her.

When he put two fingers into her wet vagina, she screamed.
Braam swallowed it with a kiss. His fingers teased and caressed her channel and his thumb pressed on her clit. Rainbows danced across the inside of her eyelids. Every fiber of her soul concentrated on Braam and his words and actions.

“Come for me, love.” His hand moved faster, in and out of her pussy, swirling around her clit, as he nipped, rubbed and teased her. Then he kissed her throat. “Fly for us.” He whispered the words in her ear. It was the ‘us’ that did it. Debra turned her head into his chest and flew.

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