|Posted by Trish F. Leger on June 15, 2010 at 10:05 PM||comments (3)|
Well, the days are crawling by and life continues to move on...closer to the RWA conference in Walt Disney World! I'm starting to get a bit more excited but like usual it probably won't hit me until the day of. Then I'll probably be nervously sick.
I have plans to hit all of the publisher signings so that I can get some of my fav authors to autograph books for me. I will also be going to the Literacy book signing so that I can purchase a few for me, coworkers and friends. The proceeds go to the literacy council.
My writing hasn't been moving that well, but hopefully I can find my missing muse and cajole her back to me so that she can start sending me more ideas. I keep trying to switch tactics and write other genre's but so far it isn't working. The BRAVA WRITING WITH THE STARS contest is coming up soon, hopefully that will give me the incentive to wake the heck up.
Maybe another snippet, this time from BRENAN (3rd book in the Druid series) will remind you that I am an actual author!! LOL...enjoy...
Jules looked at the sexy smile on his face and felt her blood warm. She needed to get back on track with her questions. “Since you said that you turn during emotional times does that mean that you can also control your eyes and fangs?”
He sent her a slow, delicious wink and she watched as his eyes turned immediately. Heart pounding hard, but not with fear, she kept on looking.
“I can change it at will.” His deep voice told her. Seconds later he smiled and the tips of his fangs showed. They looked deadly sharp in the soft light coming from the lamp beside him. “But I also change in stressful or excited moments.”
“Are they sharp?” The question was out before she could stop herself. The heat of a blush worked up over her cheeks as she caught the humor in his amber gold eyes.
“Why don’t you come over here and find out?” As he spoke the very tip of his tongue caressed the edge of one of those fangs and Jules almost passed out from the suggestive intent in that statement
She found words to say, but barely got them out. “Don’t think I’m going to fall for that, sparky.”
The humorous look fled. “It was worth a shot.” He looked so hurt that Jules couldn’t help but let out a light laugh. His eyes watched her as she laughed. “You should do that more often. It’s a lot better than that closed off expression that you keep up whenever someone gets too close.”
She stopped automatically and shifted on the loveseat. As if he knew that she needed the change of subject he said, “Is there anything else you can think of, something that you might want to know about us?”
Jules stifled some of the questions that immediately popped up in her mind but what really amazed her is that she wanted to know more about him, not his Druid side, but the man that he was. She wanted to know what he wore to bed at night. She wanted to know what kind of cologne he used. She wanted to know what his favorite food was, what his favorite color was. She wanted to know things that she shouldn’t. Looking into his blue eyes, she tamped down the hopeless attraction that rose whenever he came near.
She was caught between wonder and a somewhat state of fear where Brenan was concerned. His body was like some large sprawling masterpiece, sitting on her sofa all but begging her to touch him, to learn every intriguing bit of him. His mind was adept and knowledgeable enough to keep her entertained of his past for hours and his charisma, his charm wooed her every time she got within ten feet of him.
Oh, she burned with questions but they were questions she had no right to be asking.
“I will need some time to digest all of this.” She whispered as she caught his eyes looking her over. The fiery sweep of blue went from her boots to her green tee shirt. Her skin instantly tightened and a blush roared like fire under her clothes. Every single erogenous zone on her body came to instant life with one intent look from him.
“That is understandable.” He replied with a hooded blue gaze that made her fidget. Jules fought the urge to look away.
“If I think of something I can always call you.” She wet her dry lips with her tongue and shivered when he followed the movement with eyes that looked like blue flame.
“You can call me anytime Jules, remember that, anytime.”
Then as if he was snapping himself from some dream he blinked and shook his head, looking in the other direction. Jules stiffened whenever he stood and grabbed his jacket from the back of the sofa. The intriguing glimpse of that tattoo was hindered whenever he shrugged on the jacket and she stopped herself from asking him about that mark and when he had gotten it.
“I need to go. Got some calls to make, but I will let you know whenever Kale and Ram get back to me with those lists that you gave them to do.” He moved to the door and reluctantly Jules rose and stood there, confused but not knowing how close she should go.
“Thanks for coming and cluing me in on the information I needed.”
He gave her one more burning glance then opened the door. “Your welcome, make sure you lock up.” He told her as he tapped on the locks then he silently closed the door as he left.
Jules stood rooted to the spot. The burning of desire in her body should be dangerous to her, not to mention a reminder of what she could do, but instead it just made her realize that Brenan was going to be harder to resist than she first thought. He had entered her home, been a complete gentleman, albeit with a few innuendos and yet she had wanted to rub all over him like some animal in heat. It was disgusting. It was shameful. It was amazing, because to her it had been ten years since a man had awoken her desire, and she was burning inside to let him have his wicked way with her.
Don’t let yourself fall for him Jules. You could harm him but he could inflict his own harm too. Keep your heart intact, not to mention your sanity.
Damn, how was she going to stop from falling for him? Her self imposed prison was crumbling around her and Brenan was the one that could bring it crashing down.
|Posted by Trish F. Leger on April 19, 2010 at 8:45 PM||comments (1)|
Here is another little snippet from Drake's book*************
“Oh no you don’t Ms. Spitfire, stop right there. We are going to finish this right here.” He pulled her close once again and she shoved. Now that he had gotten her riled, her blood was boiling at its peak.
“Let go of me!” She shoved again, only managing to make herself get tangled with his arms.
He chuckled and that really set her off. She hauled back and lifted her hand. He stopped her on her upswing, his fist crushing her small wrist. She looked up into his face but he was in a half shadow. Still, Nadia could sense his fury and she knew she had almost overstepped the boundaries between them. But that didn’t stop a furious remark from leaving her lips.
“You deserve to be slapped. Insulting me like that! How dare you!” She spit the words at him, while he pulled her closer to his massive body.
“I dare whatever I wish Nadia. You should know that by now.” His deep voice caused the hairs on her arm to lift in warning.
“Brute! All men are the same. They try and bully a woman into th-,”
He pulled her against him so abruptly that she stopped speaking all together. Now she realized the danger. Now that she was close enough she knew that he was going to punish her for the assumption she had just screamed at him. The insult hung in the air. His body was hard and so very large against hers.
His voice growled while his eyes glowed hotly at her. “You dare much by slinging that insult on me. Maybe you are the one that needs to learn a lesson in curbing what you think.
Without a second to spare his lips captured hers. Nadia ceased to move, breathe and even think.
Her body was at his mercy. He held her in a bruising grip, his hands hard around her arms, his body punishingly close to hers. Then she realized her legs were dangling from the ground. He had actually picked her up. His mouth forced hers open in a vengeful kiss, one that she had never seen coming, and he took over from there.
Hard lips forced hers open, plundering her mouth, stealing the very breath from her lungs. Nadia moaned against his mouth while her hands tried to move against his body, but she couldn’t, he held her so closely and so hard against him that any movement was prohibited.
This wasn’t what she had expected from him. But she knew she had pushed him to this. Tears bit at her eyes again and slipped over to slide down her cheeks and then to where he violated her mouth with his. Almost immediately he slowed, gentled his mouth, as if the tears had touched him and he realized just how rough he was being with her. His hands let off of their bruising grip but continued to hold her up, but softly now. His lips brushed against hers tenderly, setting off little sparks of excitement against her lips.
“So sorry,” He mumbled against her mouth, his nose bumping up against hers as he adjusted his hold on her body to where she was leaning against him rather than dangling above the ground.
Ever so gently his tongue caressed the seam of her lips, not roughly like before, but with a cautious lick that dared her to open so that he could prove to her that he was sorry. Hesitatingly she moaned against his mouth and opened slowly. One of his hands went under her bottom to keep her anchored high against his body, while the other came up to gently swipe her hair away from their faces. The strength in him amazed her and she trembled again.
“I’m sorry, so very sorry. Don’t be scared. Please.” The need, the abject honesty in his voice caused fresh tears to well in Nadia’s eyes and with a trust born of years of knowing him, she slipped her arms around his shoulders and opened her mouth fully against his, willing to take whatever he would give her.
Even though she had basically given him permission to correct what he had just done, that in no way let Nadia establish a pace with their kisses. Drake was a very dominant male. He liked to set the pace, he liked to call the shots and he was doing exactly that with her right now, albeit a bit slower and more gentle than what he had started off with.
With his forearm snug against her bottom and his other hand now cupping the delicate line of her jaw, he teased her lips, tilted his head and caressing first the top then the lower into a dance that she didn’t know the steps to, but she was learning. His breath soughed into her mouth, giving her air to breathe, since he wouldn’t let her go long enough to catch her own. A large, work roughened thumb moved across the side of her cheek while his tongue licked at the entry to her mouth. Nadia clenched her fingers in his hair and timidly let the tip of her tongue catch his. His tongue felt like wet, smooth sandpaper but his taste was hypnotic, drugging, with the faint hint of whiskey.
The growl that reverberated through his chest erupted inside her mouth. His forearm clenched her even tighter against him while his thumb applied pressure, causing her mouth to open even wider. Drake plunged inside.
Pleasure danced along her nerve endings and sang in her veins. Heat flooded her body and where minutes ago she had felt pain and such agonizing torture, she now felt like the most wanted woman in the world. His mouth moved over hers with such skill and passionate intensity that Nadia wondered how women weren’t lining up around the block for a go with this man.
Oh yes. Liquid, molten satisfaction bubbled in her blood. She had wanted this, craved this for years and now he was giving it to her. And boy did he know how to give it. His mouth never stopped moving, teasing, licking, sucking and caressing her own, just when Nadia had gotten the hang of things, he switched on her, going from teasing the inside softness of her lips to plunging his tongue deep, the way Nadia knew his body could do to hers.
Seconds later he pulled away slightly. She still rested on his forearm and against his body but now his mouth only whispered against hers, giving her fantastic tingles that trembled along the top of her lips and skin. His eyes were closed and Nadia didn’t move away but stayed to where his lips brushed hers with soft, so very tender nips.
“I have to stop angel…if I don’t I might do something that I’m sure would shock you.”
Nadia smiled slightly and answered truthfully. “I can’t possibly be more shocked than I am now.”
|Posted by Trish F. Leger on March 25, 2010 at 4:22 PM||comments (1)|
Well, this was a tough day, not hearing the phone ring and someone on the other line telling me that I had made it to the finals of the GOLDEN HEART awards, BUT, that doesn't mean that I have to give up. I'm sure that Lori and Cynthia feel the same way! We must try and try again...until we break that wall between us and the publishing world.
To all the people that did make it, Congratulations, but to the others like me, keep trying! There are always brighter days ahead...we have to believe that!
|Posted by Trish F. Leger on February 28, 2010 at 5:04 AM||comments (5)|
This was something that was started after I read Twilight and realized what a huge effect it would have on not only the pop culture world but the publishing/writing world as a whole. Stephenie Meyer apparently thought of the perfect plot, perfect characters and the perfect world in which to make your mind and imagination ring with awareness. Even though it is young adult, it reads smoothly, easily, pulling in every part of your interest and causing you to want to read without interruptions, it still has that pall of desperateness to it that seeps with drama and it also has scenes where I was wishing it wasn't young adult!! LOL!! That is how easily she writes about love and desire but from the viewpoint of a teenager.
The Amber Druids came about b/c I wanted something that was high emotion, and paranormal but without the drama taking over the whole story. I wanted the reader to be able to read and get into the h/h's way of thinking and reacting about normal, desirous feelings between them without having to worry about somebody biting someone else or having to learn a glossary of words about their past or the Amber Druids past while reading my story.
I wanted to highlight the story between my h/h, not bog it down with what Druids were, or what they had been in the past. I wanted to concentrate on the emotions between my h/h and the way they feel for each other throughout the book. So I guess you could say that my stories are actually romances with a touch of paranormal, since I don't focus the whole story on the Druids.
Hopefully all of my hard work won't be for naught. I love Drake's story, just as much as the rest of the Druids and I realize that some new author's think that their first story they turn in is a masterpeice. By no means is Drake, or any of the others, a masterpeice. They all have flaws and that makes them unique. I only hope that the people judging my book for the GH awards think so too.
I've decided to post a snippet from Drake's book, so here goes*****************
“What in the hell were you thinking coming out here and baiting him like that? This is none of your business Drake, none. I could have easily handled him.” She tried not to yell, but it was hard. Instead she took deep breaths and focused on his dark silhouette against the stone of the building. The words he just said rolled around inside of her brain. He had called her a laughingstock.
“Handle him? The man needs more than just words spoken to him, he needs a good boot up his ass.” The words had enough venom in them to make Nadia’s skin crawl. Drake sounded furious, which was a first for her.
He shifted away from the building, causing more shadows to fall upon his tall frame. Darkness slithered around him like a living thing, wrapping his body in swatches of moonlight and obscurity. Nadia noticed he looked more menacing in the dark too. Shivering slightly, she tried to hide her anger and find a nice way to leave him and go back to the security of the ballroom. It wasn’t as if she was frightened of him, she was more wary than anything else.
“I still don’t understand why you came out here.” She sounded as if she cared that he came to her rescue. Damn. Clearing her throat, she looked anywhere but at him. Not that it helped. She could be blind and still know he was around. His smell, his presence, just him breathing was enough to make her body stand up and take notice.
Instead of answering her statement, he sauntered closer to the edge of the small portico where they were standing. The play of muscles in his shoulders was highlighted by moonlight. Nadia clenched her fingers against the material of her dress.
“I knew what I was getting when I allowed Donavan close to me.” Now why in the hell had she admitted that? That was none of Drake’s concern.
Shut up Nadia!
“Did you really, little Dia?” The endearment sounded condescending when he said it.
Donavan had been the one to start calling her that. Many other society members had picked up on it also. “The man gambles most of everything he has away. He barely has money for his own business to stay afloat. He loves rich women, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you why, and among other things his taste runs towards rough sex.”
Those words went through Nadia like a shockwave. She had known some of it, and a few other things that he hadn’t mentioned, but it was still wicked to hear him talk so base to her like that. She looked towards him in the dark, and could barely make out his facial features, but she could sense strong emotion wafting off of him.
“He is scum, Nadia. Filth, so far beneath the purity of you that I’m surprised you didn’t turn brown when you touched him.” He turned to look in her direction and Nadia swore she saw a flash of golden light where his eyes were. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her upper body, not able to deal with this new side of Drake so easily. Exactly what had she just seen?
“I’m glad that you caught on to the truth before he was able to strip your wealth away, or hurt you indefinitely.”
He left the edge of the portico and slowly walked towards her. Nadia felt as if her heart had kick started into a dangerous tempo. Something was different tonight. Something was causing Drake to act even more territorial towards her. Nadia wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
She could barely breathe whenever he stopped in front of her. His tall, massive frame made her feel ultra feminine. Her forehead came to his breastbone, and that was only because she had on super high heels. The breeze turned and Nadia could smell the tinges of some spicy, woodsy cologne that he wore. She inhaled, taking in the smell, recording it to her memory for the months to come. He was so warm. And it took every ounce of her conscience not to give into the notion to walk up to him and beg him to hold her. Just to feel those arms cradling her, protecting her, caressing her…
The air stirred near her head and instinctively she knew he had brushed his fingers over her head. She almost moaned low in her throat, but killed the noise instantly. There was the slight tug on her loose hair, and then she felt his finger trace her jaw line. Nadia almost dropped to the ground at his feet. Her breath crystallized in her lungs, and she knew in the back of her mind that this was affecting her more than him.
“I don’t think you realize the kind of hurt he could have given you Nadia.”
She tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry. The moment was so acute that she was able to feel the calloused skin on his fingers when he brushed her jaw again.
“You are too small, too delicate, and so much more than that to allow him to mess with your life like he was doing.”
The words touched something deep inside of her, and Nadia had to clench her teeth from screaming out, but you don’t understand! This was all to keep me away from you. To keep the temptation of reaching out to touch you away from my hands, away from me!
The threat of tears returned. Oh dear God what was she going to do? This was too dangerous. She knew better than to dwell on anything he was doing or saying, but it was so hard when he was saying all the right things, and touching her in all the right ways.
You can’t have him Nadia. You knew that years ago, and you still know it now.
Listening to her conscious warring inside her head, she pulled her chin from his hold, locked the memory of his fingers on her skin forever in the vault of her mind, and slowly stepped away from him, even as her insides screamed at her not to do so.
“Whatever danger I was in with him around is no longer apparent.” The words came out low, and deep. Nadia cleared her throat and continued, without looking directly at Drake. “He will never be welcome in my life again.”
Without giving him a chance to say anything she turned and left him standing out in the moonlight, with only the sounds of night as company.