Raven: No Angel!: Raven, #1

By R T Green

When Satan's little helper gets real, everyone feels the heat!

"Raven is a perfect blend of romance, comedy, action-horror and fantasy. Full of moments to make you giggle, and then reach for the tissue-box!"

Meet Raven… she's feisty, spirited, and has a tendency to get lost in the game. She was born at the age of twenty-seven. She isn't allowed to think her own thoughts, or make a single move unless someone else wants her to. That's life, for a character in a book.
The author of the book, Mika Mills, knew all good writers try to bring their characters to life… but there are limits. When it all began one fateful, life-changing night, those limits were not only exceeded, but banished to the other side of the universe forever!
One moment it was a story about she-devils and Satan, then there was a storm with strange red lightning, and suddenly the novel became a biography. With both she and Raven having starring roles.
Neither of them realise it is just the beginning of their spectacular new lives, or that their destinies are being shaped by an ancient scribe, and an even older mystical tablet… their futures woven together through the pages of time itself. They are just about to find out.

If discovering your life is not your own isn't scary enough, there is worse to come. Raven wasn't the only one to get a heavy dose of reality after the storm. So did everyone else in the book. Like Raven's two friends, who are also she-devils. And someone they really didn't want to get real.
Satan himself.
Who isn't too impressed with his staff going rogue, and decides to do something about it.

"If you've had your fill of the same-old, try a little Raven!"

Check out Raven and Mika's story on the rtgreen website.

Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wise Owl
• Release date: May 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201969707

R T Green

The RTG mission in life is simple... to not be like everyone else! ‘Going Green’ has taken on a new meaning, in the book world at least. Whilst we applaud the original meaning (ebooks are a perfect way to promote that) we also try to present a different angle to it. The tendency these days is that if you don’t look and read like everyone else, you don’t sell books. Maybe there’s some truth in that, but we simply don’t do it. The RTG books have been described as a ‘breath of fresh literary air’, and, by those discovering us for the first time, ‘unexpectedly good’. We know many readers prefer the same-old same old, and that’s fine. It’s just not what you get from the RTG stable. Those who know about such things said it would take five years to become a proficient author... I scoffed at that. They were wise. It took six. It’s one reason why even today we remodel existing books, and will always do so. Right from the early years the stories were always good, but were put into words less well than they could have been! These days we have several series and a few standalones, the hit Daisy series most popular amongst them. In everything we do, the same provisos apply – Never the same book twice. If we can’t think up a good story, it doesn’t get written. The RTG brand is about exciting and twisty plots, a fast pace which doesn’t waste words, and endearing (sometimes slightly crazy) characters. We can never please everyone, but it works for us, and, it seems, for those who appreciate our work. Enjoy! Richard, Ann and the RTG crew

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Raven

Book 1

No Angel!

New Edition

R  T  GREEN

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Other books...

The Raven Series –

Raven: Unstoppable

Raven: Black Rose

Raven: The Combo – books 1-3

The Daisy Morrow Series:

The first one – The Root of All Evil

The second one – The Strange Case of the Exploding Dolly-trolley

The third one – A Very Unexpected African Adventure

The fourth one - Pirates of Great Yarmouth: Curse of the Crimson Heart

The fifth One – The terrifying Tale of the Homesick Scarecrow

The sixth one – Call of Duty: The Wiltingham Enigma

The seventh one – Christmas in the Manor Born

The eighth one: The Shanghai Shadow

The ninth one – Some Like It Tepid

The tenth one – Waltzing Matilda

The eleventh one – The Wiltingham Incident

The twelfth one – The Pointing Finger

The thirteenth one – Here Comes Santa Claus!

The fourteenth one – The Witch of Scraggy Bottom

The fifteenth one – The Coronation Complication

The Throwback Prequel: When Daisy Met Aidan

The Box Set – books 1-3

The Second Box Set – books 4-6 plus the Prequel

The Third box set – books 7-9

The Sandie Shaw series:

Book 1 – Murder at the Green Mill

Book 2 – Christmas in Chicago is Murder

Book 3 – An American in Windsor

Book 4 – Springtime in Chicago

Book 5 – Murder on the Miami Express

Book 6 – The Family

Book 7 – Murder Most Olympic

Book 8 – Two Sisters, One Ghost

Book 9 – The Sergeant, the Flapper and a Crossword

The Mega Box Set – books 1 - 6

The Starstruck Series -

Starstruck: Somewhere to call Home

Starstruck: The Prequel

(Time to say Goodbye)

Starstruck: The Disappearance of Becca

Starstruck: The Rock

Starstruck: Ghosts, Ghouls and Evil Spirits

Starstruck: The Combo – books 1-3

Red Mist –

Season 1

Episode 1: Falling

Episode 2: Phoenix

Episode 3: Jealousy

Episode 4: Fearless

Season 2

Episode 5: Phantom

Episode 6: Desperation

Episode 7: Unbreakable

Episode 8: Evermore

When Billionaires Collide

Somewhere Only She Knows

Timeless

Ballistic

Cry of an Angel

The Hand of Time

Elsie: Mean Street

Wisp

Copyright © 2023 R T Green

All rights reserved.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

The ‘Raven’ Series

Halloween, For Real

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

The 'Raven’ Series

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The RTG Brand

The ‘Raven’ Series

'RAVEN' IS A FANTASY romantic comedy with a hell of a difference!  It’ll make you smile one minute and tug at your heartstrings the next. Raven is the kind of gutsy, spirited character who throws herself into situations but often gets lost in the game, sometimes without realising it.

The series is full of great characters, some funny, some crazy, some dangerous. It is also notable for taking you to places you can Google! Many of the locations are real, as are some of the characters you’ll meet, who really did exist... as history will attest to!

This is ‘No Angel!’, the first book in the series. It’s a how-it-all-began story, and tells how the author Mika Mills unexpectedly comes to know a character from her current book... a little better than she’d ever envisaged. All good writers try to bring their characters to life... but there are limits. 

When it all began one fateful, life-changing night, those limits were not only exceeded, but banished to the other side of the universe forever!

If you can spare a minute or two to write a review, we would very much like know what you think.

Enjoy!

Richard, Ann, and the RTG crew

Halloween, For Real

THE APARTMENT DOOR flew open. Honey glanced up from the lamb vindaloo she was stirring slowly in a big black pot on the hob. Raven was home from work, and not looking too happy with life.

‘Good day at the office, hun?’ she asked cautiously, already fearing it wasn’t.

Raven’s tone seemed to confirm it. ‘Guess so. Same as ever.’ She threw her briefcase onto the red leather sofa, and sighed over-dramatically. Honey left the brew to its own devices, walked over and gave her friend a hug. And then gave her the news she suspected wouldn’t go down too well. 'The boss has been in touch. We’ve got our instructions for tonight.'

'Tell me something I don’t know. He who must be obeyed on his special day, and all that...' Raven followed the briefcase onto the sofa, pulling the face from hell as she slumped into it. Two weeks had passed since they'd been given a job, but tonight was always going be the night. ‘At least it’s the one day of the year we won't be the only ones dressed for the occasion,’ she said with a humourless smile.

‘What’s wrong, Rave?’ Honey sat down beside her, and took her slightly-trembling hand.

‘Nothing.’

‘Yeah, right.’

‘Ok then, nothing I want to talk about.’

‘So is it the day job or the night shift?’

Raven ran nervous hands through her long black hair. ‘You know you’re a pain in the butt, don’t you, Hon?’

‘The night gig then.’

‘Maybe.’

‘You can tell aunty Hon all about it, but I know there’s more chance of hell freezing over. You’ll just keep it all bottled up, and then unleash your frustrations on some poor unsuspecting stranger.’

‘Yes, aunty.’

Ginger appeared in the doorway, wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of red lace knickers with a black heart positioned just where it needed to be. Her auburn hair, cut into a curly bob, was wrapped around huge curlers, and a dark-green seaweed face mask covered pretty much everything except for her green eyes and full lips. She flashed the cheeky, infectious grin that nobody on the planet could resist.  'Hi Rave, good day?'

Raven didn’t answer, but the ferocious scowl spoke a thousand words.

Ginger wasn’t fazed. ‘Oh dear, pardon me for caring.’

‘Rave is handing in her notice,’ Honey laughed.

‘Really? They going to survive without their ice-cool PA to keep the office running?’

‘Not the day job, the other one.’

Ginger froze, looking unsure for a moment, and then the grin was back. ‘Yeah, funny.’ She reached across the sofa to where a long, three-pronged trident stood against the corner of the wall. 'Just grabbing my fork, it needs a bit of a polish.'

Raven growled, moved her aside and stood up. ‘Do you have to dangle your boobs in my face, Ging?’ The words were spat out.

‘Oh, is little miss hissy-fit jealous?’ She jiggled the offending articles up and down in the palms of her hands. ‘Cos I’ve got more than you?’

‘I prefer quality over quantity,’ Raven retorted. 'And why do you carry that thing around anyway? Don't you think it's a bit kind of... clichéd?'

'Me clichéd?' laughed Ginger. 'You're the one who wanders around at night in a gothic steampunk dress and cloak!'

'It works with the hair.'

Chapter 1

AS SHE-DEVILS GO, RAVEN isn’t really that scary. Not during the day. But when nightfall comes around, something changes. Something a bit unnerving.

For those around her, at least.

By day she lives the kind of life that wouldn't raise a pensioner's eyebrows. A PA for one of the directors of a major insurance company, she epitomises normality. Mega-efficient, super-smart and ice-cool, she doesn't have many friends amongst her female work-colleagues... they're all too jealous of her.

She gets plenty of attention from her male colleagues though. Raven is stunningly beautiful. Tall and slim, she nevertheless possesses all the curves a woman could ever wish for, and her flawless white skin contrasted perfectly with her long silky black hair, which had just enough natural wave to shimmer in the light and look like she'd dyed in deep-blue highlights.

Raven is a terrible flirt, and teases her male colleagues... and the female ones too... until they crumple inside with sheer frustration. She drives them to near-insanity, and walks a very thin tightrope between safety and danger. But anything resembling a relationship is a step too far. The morning after the night before would be a nightmare in Raven’s world.

For whoever spent it with her, anyway.

So she can't take that risk. She likes her day job and the buzz that comes with it... but a work-colleague suddenly going missing after a night out with her wouldn't look good on the CV.

Raven has a second job. It was always part of her, as long as she could remember. Back when it was all there was, she carried out her duties without a second thought. But lately something had changed... something inside. Now she doesn't want it in her life... not that it’s her choice to make. Like eating and sleeping, it's just something she must do.

In some ways her night-time job is similar to her daytime one... except her employer is a little higher up the universal hall of fame.

When darkness falls, Raven is a personal assistant to Satan.

By day she may be ice-cool... but by night she's one hundred percent red-hot.

It's not a full-time job, nowhere near. She'd never earn a living from it, even if it actually had a salary. But from the time the sun sets until it rises the next day, Raven is on call. And when that particular boss says jump... well, you do. No questions asked.

She kind of hopes one day he’ll tire of her... give her notice of redundancy, or whatever happens when the job from hell is no more. Part of her knows that would be a relief, because at least then she could spend a night with someone in the knowledge they'd still be there the next day. The other part knows that, unlike jobs on Earth, satanic employment seems to be for life.

Raven shares her super-cool apartment with her two friends, Honey and Ginger. They’re not the contents of her kitchen cupboard, they're very much like-minded room-mates.

They're she-devils too.

Honey is gorgeous... long blonde hair with a natural curl, and deep blue eyes. Ginger is just impossibly cute, and armed to the teeth with the irresistible smile that makes everyone go weak at the knees. Unfortunately for the male of the species. When it comes to relationships, both of Raven's friends have the same problem she does.

When it comes to love, the apartment is a no-go zone. Just like their lives.

Honey did succumb once, a year or so ago. Fell in love and couldn't help herself. She tried to keep their meetings to daylight hours, but then took the risk of a night with him. Satan didn't approve. The poor guy ended up a gibbering wreck, mumbling something incomprehensible about hell on Earth. The police got involved, but fortunately for the girls they visited the apartment in the daytime, so everything appeared normal. Nothing ever came of it, and the whole sorry episode disappeared without trace.

Except for the unfortunate guy, who thought when the girl of his dreams agreed to go out with him he was heading for heaven, but ended up not coming out of it too well.

He's still in a mental institution to this day...

The words were getting blurred. Mika dragged her eyes away from the screen, glanced at the time, and shocked herself.  She'd been writing solidly for four hours, but it seemed like one. And it was late, the time sensible people should be asleep. But the book was captivating her. She wanted to carry on.

Her eyes refused to agree, so reluctantly she saved her work and turned off the PC.  A little more research was needed before going much further anyway. It was her first book about she-devils and the mysteries of Satan, and only having gone in that direction for a very small part of a previous story, she needed to bone up a little.

It wasn't exactly the best of nights outside. Heavy rain hammered onto the felt roof of the log cabin in the garden that served as her office, the huge drops filling the room with a constant drumming sound. In the distance, a rumble of thunder growled menacingly.

Watching the rain through the glass doors, she wasn't sure whether to make a run for it or wait a while to see if it subsided. But then it seemed to get even heavier, and suddenly there was no doubt a storm had arrived. A huge fork of lightning lit up the sky, a weird red-tinted flash that seemed to last for ages.

There was no point hanging around. She ran the short distance back to the house, and fifteen minutes later, buried under the duvet, sleep came to call... even though thoughts of the next chapter were trying to stop it happening. She wasn't sure yet what havoc to create for Raven and her friends to wreak on Halloween, but as she drifted away, anything resembling brainwork was no longer an option.

Chapter 2

A MORNING DEW JUST bordering on frost sparkled in the sunlight as Mika made her way back to the cabin. Sometime in the night the storm clouds had gone, and were replaced by a perfect blue autumn sky. It was the kind of day to invite a walk on the nearby beach, but not for her. She had something much more important to do.

The switch on the life-support machine in the cabin was flicked on straightaway. While she waited for it to boil the PC was fired up, and within two minutes a mega-strong coffee sat on the desk, the caffeine hit ready to help kick-start the day's writing.

She was looking forward to a day-long date with her three girls.

The book came up on screen. She scrolled down to the chapter she'd finished before the eyes had given out, and began to read it through, coffee cup in hand. Then she reached the last sentence.

The cup almost dropped onto the desk. Her hand was shaking so much it couldn't hold onto it. The breath froze in her lungs. Her eyes stared disbelievingly at the screen.

The last sentence wasn't the last sentence anymore. Something else was there below it.

Something she hadn't written.

'I wouldn't have said that.'

Her freaked out eyes darted frantically around the page, as if that would make the sentence she hadn't written disappear. Then, when she realised it was going nowhere, she finally moved another part of her body.

A shaking hand grabbed the mouse and deleted the sentence. For a millisecond it felt like it was never there, but for some weird reason she deleted the delete and it was back. Then the doubts crept in.

Had she written it after all, too tired to realise what she was doing? Come on, last night it was her eyes that gave out, not her sanity.

Wasn’t it?

She discovered her legs still worked, staggered over to the Georgian glass doors, and stood gazing out over the garden, trying to think rationally. Did some practical joker break in and write the words? She checked the lock, and then called herself an idiot... she'd unlocked it a half-hour ago.

Then she forced herself to take a moment, and reminded her head she'd told it to think rationally... someone else writing the sentence was hardly rational. There was no other explanation, she must have had a brainstorm along with the real storm in the night, and written it herself.

She slumped back down, made a note to go visit the doctor, deleted the sentence-in-question and moved on to the next chapter...

...Raven sat at her desk tapping away on her laptop between yawns. It had been a full night of little more than daft practical jokes. Satan seemed to want a bit of fun on Halloween, so he'd given his girls a long list of tasks that did little more than remind the human race hellish events actually do happen.

There was one incident which could have been more serious though, in the early hours as they were walking back to the apartment. In a dark side street, they saw three figures coming towards them. Although staggering might be a better word.

Honey glanced uneasily to Raven. ‘Just leave it, hey Rave? We’re done for the night.’

‘Put your mumsy instincts away, Hon. I can’t be bothered with any more assholes.’

Sadly for the three lads, they weren’t prepared to leave it. The stench of way too much beer was all too obvious as they blocked the way of the three girls.

‘Whoa lads, look what we’ve got here,’ said the one with the hoody tight around his face. ‘And there’s me thinkin’ I ain’t pulled tonight.’

‘We don’t want any trouble, just let us through please,’ said Honey, trying to find a gap between the slightly-swaying figures.

The one with the woolly hat moved to block her way. ‘Aw c’mon baby, don’t be selfish. I could do with a quick spooking, if you get my drift.’

The two others laughed. ‘Be careful what you wish for,’ growled Honey.

The third guy, the crotch of his baggies almost down to his knees, reached out and roughly grabbed a lock of Ginger’s hair. ‘Always fancied me a red-head,’ he leered. ‘Or red-hot!’

Laughter again. Ginger scowled, and shoved his hand away. ‘You sure you could get it up, the state of you?’

He feigned mock horror. ‘You saying I’m under the affluence of incohol?’

‘Maybe. Or perhaps you’re just naturally this dumb.’

He didn’t seem to like that, and took a step towards her. ‘Oh, red-hot, you’ve done it now. Challenging my sexual proficiency. I’ll show you just how much I can get it up...’

Ginger levelled her trident at him. ‘Bet I can get my tool up first, genius.’

He grinned inanely. ‘What, that toy?’

‘Toy? You wanna experience having a second little prick, prick?’

He laughed menacingly, and kind of infuriatingly, so Ginger lunged at him, just to teach him a lesson. The prongs of the trident met his chest, and a huge shower of golden sparks seared out and twisted fifty feet into the frosty air, wailing eerily like the banshee from hell.

He staggered back, clutching his slightly-smoking chest. ‘What the...’

‘You didn’t want sparks to fly then?’

Hoody looked at his mates, his alcohol-induced bravado getting the better of his unease. ‘What do you reckon, lads? Is that a challenge?’ Woolly-hat and Baggies nodded. He raised a hand in the air, and took a step towards the girls. ‘One for one and all for all...’

Raven looked at Honey, and shook her head. ‘For fuck’s sake, now we’ve got the three drunken musketeers!’

‘Rave...’

She wasn’t listening, too busy pointing a finger at the ground in front