Felicity, what would you like to tell readers about yourself? For instance, Where are you from? Do you have an interesting job? What brought you to the setting/point in the story where you come in? Etcetera...
* Good day, my name is Felicity Oakley, oh well Lady Felicity Oakley to be precise. I am slowly being coerced into marrying the wrong man. Not that I've found the right man when you first meet me in this story, but I do know the one they keep saying is my intended is not he.
* The year is 1818 and I live in Regency England. I'm reasonably wealthy in my own right, and some would say on the shelf. I would say better to be there than married to the wrong man, and be a mere chattel.
* Before I was broken down into agreeing to do something that would be totally wrong for both people concerned, I admit I decided to kick over the traces, just once, and act totally out of character. The results are amazing.
Are you happy with the way people perceive you?
* I really don't think about it. I can't do anything to change their perception, I am what I am. I hope people like me, but we're all individuals with likes and dislikes so… *shrug* I know not everyone will like me, that's the way of the world.
Does your author ever try to take over the story? And how do you deal with it?
* Raven has no chance. She knows we know our story better than she ever will. I think she's a beautiful raconteur, *blush—Raven*, But she did say she learned the hard way to listen to her characters and do as they say. Something about a massive deletion of wordage…
If you were taken out of the story and placed into your author’s world, what would be the first thing you’d do?
* Ditch the corset, if I'd remembered to wear it, and ask to be shown this net thing you all talk about.
If you could pull your author into your world, what do you think would happen to them?
* She'd never mention the word corset and Regency lady in the same story again…
What was the best sexual experience you’ve had?
* It involves a pair of scissors, a cutthroat razor, and an inking set. I'm not going to say anything else…
What’s your take on Peregrine, Nash's brother?
* Well he is a worthy man, and most people, and I admit I was one, see him as stuffy. However he has hidden depths. I wonder if we'll ever get a chance to really see them? I will say he's brave, and has more courage than most other men (Nash excepted) that I know.
Where do you see yourself in the future? What do you hope to accomplish?
* With Nash, happy, safe, and with the threat to our beloved country gone. And also to have unearthed the traitors and well, let's just say I'm bloodthirsty in this case.
Now for some author information!
* My author is Raven McAllan. 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.
* A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.
* Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
You can find my author, Raven, here...
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Now for some book information!
A look into the story
* A chance meeting at a masked ball leads to explosive and unforgettable sex for both Nash and Felicity.
* Reunited under dangerous circumstances, they realize they may have to fight for their love, especially when Felicity is promised to Nash's brother.
* With the future of the country at stake and unsure who to trust, can there be a happily ever after for the star stuck lovers?
* He struggled to his feet and with one hand to anchor him steady, he used his other to pull the garment over his cock and arse and thence down his legs. Once they gathered around his ankles, Nash used his feet to tug the pantaloons off and stepped over them. His shirt could stay. That was one effort too much. He measured the distance to the bed. Two strides should do it.
* The first stride worked. The second was slightly longer and had him wobbling, but it brought him to the edge of the mattress. He let his body fall forward.
* Not onto the mattress, on to…
* A body? He tried to see clearly. Two bodies? Surely not, not in his bed. He squinted, put his hand into the direction of where he thought one of the bodies could be, and patted flesh. Soft warm female flesh. His vision wavered and cleared enough to know it was one body…
* It stirred. Nash levered himself to stand on the floor one more, loath to leave the soft comfort he'd found, but aware enough to know he needed to. He let his hand move to the left and drift up what he decided was a damn curvaceous thigh. If only he could see clearly just who had offered herself as his plaything.
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Thank you for joining us here today, Felicity Oakley! It was a pleasure getting to know about you, the story you're in, and your author.