With the release of BLOOD CALLS nearly here, I’ll be visiting a number of blogs to talk about the new novel in THE CALLING series as well as writing in general.
The first interview is up at The Dark Phantom . Please drop by!
Wicked Wednesday – Wounded Heroes and BLOOD CALLS
There’s something wickedly interesting about wounded heroes. You know they’ve either been bad or have had something bad happen to them which makes them all that much more intriguing. Will they stay good or become bad again? Can they be trusted? So many more questions and things that you can do with them.
BLOOD CALLS is definitely all about wounded heroes. Diego Rivera was a Spanish Lord before his wife betrayed him to the Spanish Inquisition because he had been selfish and unfaithful. Ramono Escobar has had a hard life, including a stint in juvenile detention when she got mixed up with the wrong crowd after the death of her father and her mother’s illness.
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Fix-up Friday!
No, you are not going crazy. There were posts the last two days only the server migration that I thought was over wasn’t and they’ve disappeared into the ether of cyberspace.
These things happen, so I’m going to try and recreate the posts today and tomorrow.
Wicked Wednesday was all about DESIRE CALLS, the free novella that’s up at eharlequin.com right now (you can click here to start the read!)
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The Girls Got Bite (and humor to go with it!)
Today’s Tuesday Tip comes from Marta Acosta. I’ve been exchanging e-mails with Marta who is the author of Happy Hour at Casa Dracula. Happy Hour at Casa Dracula was a Book Sense Pick and Catalina Magazine’s Best Humor Book of 2006.
In April, Marta is releasing Midnight Brunch which continues the wildly comic adventures of Milagro de los Santos, Fancy University graduate who lives with a family of urbane vampires.
Marta was kind enough to offer some tips on writing humor, so here goes!
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Caliente with Dr. Charley is Wicked!
Wicked is vampire bites. Wicked is exploring 50 Ways to Please Your Lover. Wicked is research that takes you beneath the covers. Wicked is food that entices the senses and enhances your pleasure.
What do you think is wicked?
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What I’m working on now
I’ve spent the morning writing and researching for my holiday vampire anthology. Why researching? Well, the hero, Hadrian, is a vampire who dates back to 303 A.D and Rome. There are one or two flashback scenes to that time and so I’ve been trying to get a sense for what Rome might have been like at that time and what Hadrian might have been doing during the Christmas season.
Christmas season? Well, the fun part about this “Bah, humbug” holiday vampire anthology is exploring the pagan traditions that have contributed to our Christmas customs. In particular, I’m focusing on the Roman customs (some of them deriving from Egyptian festivals) which have shaped our Christmas holiday.
Of course, online research can only give you so much info. So what’s a girl to do?
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Sneak Peek at BLOOD CALLS
Excerpt from BLOOD CALLS, May 2007, Silhouette Nocture
    As he had two days earlier, he stood before her paintings, admiring them. Appreciating the sweep of her brush as it almost made love to the figures she had placed on the canvas. The movement of the brush strokes so alive, that he found himself laying his fingertips against the image on the canvas as if to prove to himself that it wasn’t real.
    Ramona wondered what he was doing as he stood there, scrutinizing her artwork once more.
    When he picked up his hand and touched the canvas, she had to go see what had drawn him. Feeling stronger thanks to the rest in the cab and the tea that had provided a boost to her flagging energy, she set the mug on the table and joined him.
    He brushed his fingertips along the line of the woman’s hip in the painting. Slowly moved his hand upward along the slender sweep of her waist and within her, she imagined the motion of his hand against her body. Imagined how it would be for him to touch her the way he caressed the woman in the canvas — the woman she had imagined herself to be, lost in the throes of a lover’s embrace.
    As he shifted his hand upward, over the shadow beneath the woman’s breast, she felt his energy beside her. Sensed his growing desire and her own.
    When he looked at her, his ice blue eyes blazed with fire. “Did you feel this way as you painted?”
    She had felt that way and more, she wanted to say, but couldn’t confess that with each stroke of the brush, she had imagined it was them together.
    “No,” she said, but he faced her and laying a hand at her waist, said “Liar.”
    He bent from his larger height, but she was already meeting him halfway, wanting to experience him if only for this one moment. A moment that had sprung from nowhere but was not to be missed.
    His lips were a bit cold, but wonderfully soft on hers. Exploring as he sampled the edges of her lips with his and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.
    The body she had admired from afar was much like she had imagined. Big. Strong. Hard.
    He was so hard beneath her hands as she grabbed hold of his shoulders. Hard against the flatness of her belly as he swept his arm beneath her buttocks and tightened his embrace.
    She moaned at the thought of that hardness within her. Of his big body urging her downward into the giving softness of the bed that was just at the other side of the loft.
    The sound of her need and the press of her small body jolted Diego from the enjoyment of her response.
    As right as it felt — as she felt in his arms — this was so wrong, he thought and slowly eased away from her.