4 Days Until Lost Treasure, Captive Princess Arrives!
I'm celebrating today. Why? My debut contemporary Lost Treasure, Captive Princess via Crimson Romance will be released in 4 days, me hearties!!
Writing Gian-Paulo and Carolina's story was such a joy. But I'll tell you, my Italian prince, GP, could be quite demanding. There was a scene he insisted on taking part in that I didn't want to write. By jove, the devil blocked me for two weeks until I would write that scene for him. Once I broke down and did as he requested, he gave me no more trouble. Wily charmer! Passionate Italian!
How do characters become so vibrant for a writer? I've heard someone say that a writer controls the book. I've also been told that I'm an instinctive writer. For me, that means my characters lead the story, not the other way around. They materalize out of the nether, talk to me, sometimes badgering me until I give in, and urge me to help them find their HEA. Only when I agree to write their stories is it possible for them to become real. Writing books is a fabulous adventure, don't you agree?
I'm having the time of my life, dear readers. Here's a snippet from that scene:
“I want you, Carolina.”
Inches away now, he hesitated, drawing expectancy from her that both shocked and amazed her with its potency. Then, ever so slowly, he moved in to devour her lips, easing them apart with his tongue, instigating a battle of wills that somehow manifested itself into undeniable need.
Carolina wrapped her arms around him, clung to him, wanting him more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. Their sexual encounter earlier in the day had only prepared her for this moment. She needed more of him and nearly fainted from the power of that need.
Thankfully, Gian-Paolo wasted no time. He lifted her into his arms. She moaned as he pressed against her and she welcomed the feel of his hard torso against her body. He set her down on the table and hiked her dress over her thighs, then deepened his kiss, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth, branding her with his heat, his taste.
He tore his lips from hers. She whined.
“I can’t wait for the dinner bell,” he said, sweeping his arm out, sending the expensive table setting careening against the wall. Glass shattered to the floor.
“Gian-Paolo — ” she admonished, before he took her lips again. He was mad! Crazy wild! But she matched his exuberance as she leaned back to give him better access against the polished table.
“Say my name again, Cara,” he implored.
“Gian-Paolo.”
Italians are passionate men, aren't they? I hope you'll enjoy Lost Treasure, Captive Princess as much as GP and I did, me hearties! Four days and counting...
Blessings,
Katherine
Writing Gian-Paulo and Carolina's story was such a joy. But I'll tell you, my Italian prince, GP, could be quite demanding. There was a scene he insisted on taking part in that I didn't want to write. By jove, the devil blocked me for two weeks until I would write that scene for him. Once I broke down and did as he requested, he gave me no more trouble. Wily charmer! Passionate Italian!
How do characters become so vibrant for a writer? I've heard someone say that a writer controls the book. I've also been told that I'm an instinctive writer. For me, that means my characters lead the story, not the other way around. They materalize out of the nether, talk to me, sometimes badgering me until I give in, and urge me to help them find their HEA. Only when I agree to write their stories is it possible for them to become real. Writing books is a fabulous adventure, don't you agree?
I'm having the time of my life, dear readers. Here's a snippet from that scene:
“I want you, Carolina.”
Inches away now, he hesitated, drawing expectancy from her that both shocked and amazed her with its potency. Then, ever so slowly, he moved in to devour her lips, easing them apart with his tongue, instigating a battle of wills that somehow manifested itself into undeniable need.
Carolina wrapped her arms around him, clung to him, wanting him more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. Their sexual encounter earlier in the day had only prepared her for this moment. She needed more of him and nearly fainted from the power of that need.
Thankfully, Gian-Paolo wasted no time. He lifted her into his arms. She moaned as he pressed against her and she welcomed the feel of his hard torso against her body. He set her down on the table and hiked her dress over her thighs, then deepened his kiss, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth, branding her with his heat, his taste.
He tore his lips from hers. She whined.
“I can’t wait for the dinner bell,” he said, sweeping his arm out, sending the expensive table setting careening against the wall. Glass shattered to the floor.
“Gian-Paolo — ” she admonished, before he took her lips again. He was mad! Crazy wild! But she matched his exuberance as she leaned back to give him better access against the polished table.
“Say my name again, Cara,” he implored.
“Gian-Paolo.”
Italians are passionate men, aren't they? I hope you'll enjoy Lost Treasure, Captive Princess as much as GP and I did, me hearties! Four days and counting...
Blessings,
Katherine
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