Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Wednesday Guest- Judith Leger
Silent, confused stares meet mine.
Yes, I can see it in your eyes. Spring is over. Time for major cleaning is gone with the wind, having been swept out the door. It’s time to play and have fun. It’s summer.
I know, but I’m not just talking about cleaning that house. For quite some time I have considered overhauling my writing. Do I wipe the slate clean and start over with another genre? I’m not sure. Should I move to historical? Contemporary? Oh, wait, why not Regency? I love to read all of those, so why am I stuck desiring to write paranormal /fantasy romance.
One main reason is I love this genre is I’ve seen historical , regency, contemporary paranormal/fantasy romance novels so my desire with these is fulfilled. Yet, am I happy with the way I write? I’ve questioning that a lot lately. So I have decided to do a major overhaul. Yes, starting today, I will reevaluate how I compose the written word.
Do you have an area of your life you want to clean up? Want to do something to make that phase better than before? If so, let me know!
In the meantime, while I tinker with my craft, I’m thrilled to announce my newest release, Dragon Wish, from Wild Child Publishing.
A vision, a wish, and a journey plagued by evil.
Cold, desolate cliffs and a white dragon’s blue gaze captures Seren Jordan in a terrifying vision. A universe away, Paladin Fulcan--prince, captain, and sorcery-shadowed seed of dragonkind--struggles to overcome his grief during the long journey to where he must bury his wife and son. Seeing a shooting star, he violates all the laws of the dragonseed: he makes a wish.
A dragonseed's wish can open the gates between realities, can alter fate. But has fate itself decreed this wish? For the throne-less dragonseed's destiny is entwined with that of a mortal mate; their son is fated to be the One True Dragon King to rule over all the dragons. But not all dragons are content to accept one rule, and the rebels quietly gather allies to prevent the birth of Seren's baby.
Birds appeared on the outer edges of her vision. She shifted her gaze. She watched the wings moving, brilliant white down and bluish gray up. Their feathers along with their shapes reminded her of the herons she often saw in the bayous and marshes around New Orleans. She smiled. The reminder brought wonderful memories of growing up in the Crescent City.
Every summer her parents would take her to beach on Pontchartrain Lake. Water, sand, and sun had covered her from head to toe. She’d loved the summer months with picnics in the park. They’d feed the pigeons in Jackson Square. Then when she’d grown and had her child, she’d done the same for her. She smiled at the memories.
Soft footsteps approached her from behind. The touch of a warm palm on her neck soothed her. A second later, the cushion dipped from the person sitting.
Paladin’s deep voice warmed her more than the sunlight. “You’re awake. You must be much better if you can smile.”
“What kind of birds are those? They look similar to ones on Earth,” she asked, not ready to face him.
Silence answered her for several moments.
When he leaned above her, he cast a shadow over her shoulder and chest. “They are not birds. Those are dracs, fledgling dragons. They are from my clan’s namesake.”
Surprised, she shifted closer to the window, studying the flying beasts. Small, with slender bodies, the creatures showed little to no resemblance to the beast from her vision. “Those are the dragons?”
She glanced at him. What she saw melted away her surprise. Golden strands lay against the high cast of his cheeks. Seren reached up and glided a fingertip across his bottom lip. His smooth, almost silky lips parted. She lowered her hand, returning her gaze to the window.
She struggled to keep her desire under control. Need pounded between her legs. When she spoke, she kept her tone even. “I don’t like the way you make me feel.”
“In what manner do you speak?”
“Is that so terrible?” His voice had deepened.
She sighed. “For me, yes. I don’t want to feel those emotions. I wanted the vision to end. Desiring you doesn’t fit into the picture.”
“Desire is not bad.” He brushed the back of his hand over her cheek.
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