You know when stories niggle you? You know they have to be told? Yeah that time.
So you write them, have them published in an anthology, and they keep shouting. Oy! We want our own book and cover. We're four guys who are all important to each other…
Rian's Return was like that. Luckily my publisher, editor and I agreed the two stories needed to be together in one book. I can only hope you all agree as well.
Although the book is called Rian's Return, it's more than just about Rian. We've got Sam and Ed and Ali as well, and it's put on April 12th.
Just who wants who and how…? Well you'll need to read these two stories—Elusive Exclusive and Rian's Reward to find out…
Blurb: Four men or two couples. Sam, Rian, Ed and Ali. Could they work it all out?
Sam knew it was time to move on. Ed seemed the very person to help him.
Would they manage to overcome the obstacle in their way? Namely Rian.
Rian is devastated. Just because he'd sent a Dear John email—or should that be a Dear Sam—did Sam have to accept it?
Ali couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the one guy he'd lusted after all those years earlier, walking along the street in the rain. Could he persuade Rian it was time to move on and get his reward for doing the right thing?
Sam watched as Ed stood frowning, looking at the washing machine.
"Can you run this empty?" Ed asked him.
"I guess so, that's how you clean it. Why?"
Ed didn't answer directly. "Just come over here a sec, will you. Nice, okay, my turn now? Yeah?" Sam nodded. "Great. So lean your front against the machine then—oh, yeah. Get that lovely cock right up against it."
Sam did as he was told, feeling the cold metal against his body, as the sensation of his robe falling to the floor left him exposed. Cool air feathered over his body. There was a shuddering motion as the machine began its cycle, sending pulsating sensations into his penis. His cock swelled, and hardened.
"Don't move," Ed warned. "It's going to get even better now. Trust me."
The machine rubbed and stimulated Sam as his lover opened and stretched his ass. The gel's cool sensation had him shuddering, and he pushed himself away from the tremors and into Ed's hands. He was firmly pushed back toward the metal, as pressure was applied to his behind. He could feel himself being stretched, felt Ed gently push his penis into his tight opening. Gradually, like a flower in bud, he felt himself opening ever wider as Ed moved deeper. With one fast push, Ed was in.
"Jes-us." He felt himself tighten, involuntarily trying to push Ed out, before he relaxed, rode with the pain and it became pleasure. He moved, pulled Ed in further, begged, sought, and asked for more.
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.
Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.)