She stood in the
storm and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails. ~
Elizabeth Edwards
I am not a sailor,
nor am I a boatie. (I just coined a new phrase. You know, like trekkie? ;))
But, I know a little something about adjusting sails. When I was a child, our
family moved a handful of times, and a few of them were devastating,
frightening prospects, although they turned out fine in the end. All I had to
do was adjust my sails. As an adult, I’ve moved quite a few times, changed
jobs, made and lost friends, divorced, relocated, etc, etc. At nearly fifty, I
began a whole new, never before attempted career as a legal assistant. As it
turns out, I have a knack, and I love it. A lot. Of course, there’s also the
writing thing. Rejections, publishers closing, attempting new genres, searching
for new ways to market your book, and struggling with some of the stories that
just don’t seem to want to be written. Talk about needing to adjust your sails!
All of that was
easy, because I was the one affected, the one having to adjust my sails. But,
recently, each of my three adult children has had experiences that have more or
less rocked their world. I have found it’s not as easy to adjust sails for
someone else. I watch helplessly as they
struggle and grieve, and all I can do is be there for them, encourage and
listen to them, tell them that these experiences are, unfortunately, a part of
life, and promise them that things will get better. And they will, it just
takes time and a lot of pain. I believe each of our experiences, good and bad,
mold us into the people we become. Maybe it’s a good thing I can’t take the
hurt and struggles from my children. If I did, they wouldn’t become the people
they are meant to be. They wouldn’t find their inner strength and fortitude.
And, they would never learn to adjust their own sails.
Even though I don’t
like for my children to suffer, I love for my characters to suffer (simmer
down, I reward them in the end :)) I think that’s one reason I’m struggling
with my latest WIP. My heroine isn’t suffering enough. I need to find some diabolical
ways to wreak havoc in her world.
The heroine of my
paranormal romance, Soul Seducer, dealt with a great deal of suffering. When
you’re being threatened and tormented by one Grim Reaper, and falling in love
with another, you have to do a lot of sail adjusting. Soul Seducer is an older
release, but I got my rights back, and it’s been re-worked and re-released. I added back some scenes that my publisher made me take out, and it has a fabulous new cover.
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She spent her entire life fighting death. Now
she’s falling in love with him…
Audra Grayson became a nurse in order to help save
lives. But one night after a brutal beating, she almost loses her own. The
near-death experience opens a door between the world of the living and the
world beyond. Two Grim Reapers invade her life. One is charming, with the
angelic blond looks of a saint and the black soul of a psychopath. The other is
dark, dangerously attractive and, in spite of her distaste for his reaper
duties, she finds herself inexplicably drawn to him.
When Audra's patients begin to die unexpectedly and
her loved ones are threatened, she will risk her life—even her soul—to save
them. But can she risk her heart to an inhuman being whose very purpose is to
take those she is trying to save?
Excerpt:
A
crash and a scream sounded over the noise of the crowd.
Audra
shot to her feet and stared in the direction of the commotion. At a Gyro stand
near where Jaxon stood, a small group of people had started to move
frantically, some in one direction some in the other. Between the sea of
bodies, Audra glimpsed a toppled chair and the prone figure of a man.
A
male voice shouted, “Give him room, people. Back off. Someone call 9-1-1.”
Jaxon
rushed over to the source of the uproar, and Audra grabbed their belongings,
heading to join him as quickly as she could, although her progress was slowed
by her limp and the rush of people. Several had vacated their seats and were
also moving toward the action, trying to get a glimpse of what was taking
place.
Keeping
an eye on her target, Audra was pushing her way closer to Jaxon and the hubbub
when she spotted the blond ghost. She halted, her breath stalling in her lungs.
What the hell?
He
was closer to whatever was happening than Audra was. She peered through the mob
and, just as she feared, the dark stranger was there, too. He moved through the
crowd easily, which was no surprise. After all, ghosts weren’t hindered by mere
solid objects. Anger contorted his face, his dark brows drawn over his piercing
blue eyes. Forgetting the potential victim for a moment, Audra changed her course
and headed toward the dark man, who was nearer to her than the blond. Once and
for all, she would get some answers.
When
she was within earshot, she shouted, “Hey, you!”
He
whirled at the sound of her voice, his eyes momentarily widening in surprise,
then he turned away and continued his course.
“Stop!”
Some
of the people nearby cast her puzzled glances, probably wondering who she spoke
to, but most of them were focused on the drama unfolding next to the Gyro
stand.
She
was almost upon the man now. “I said stop. You have some explaining to do.”
He
barely spared her a glance. “I can’t talk now,” he bit out, still striding
toward where Jaxon was administering aid to the ill man.
Before
he’d covered half the distance, he came to a sudden halt, his fists clenching
next to his sides. “Son of a bitch!”
Audra
followed his gaze, and her brow creased in confusion. Through an opening in the
crowd, she saw Jaxon crouched next to the fallen man, giving him chest
compressions. The blond stood just behind Jaxon, his arms outstretched. Even
from this distance, Audra could see an expression of complete rapture on his
handsome face.
She
looked back at her companion. Unlike the blond’s, his expression held abject
despair, his shoulders slumped in defeat.
“Son
of a bitch,” he muttered again.
“Someone,”
Audra whispered next to him, “had better tell me what the hell’s going on.”
