Archive | August 22, 2014

From Me to You Friday- Tamara- A New Idea

One of the questions I often get asked is “How do you come up with ideas for your stories?”

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My usual answer is… “I don’t really know, they hit me from anywhere, an ad or article in a magazine, a TV show, a line in a movie, something a friend says, a billboard, my imagination. The sources are endless.”
But, I am currently writing a new book (super secret) haha, no it’s not! I’m shouting it from the rooftops. I’ve always wanted to write a paranormal romance and I finally had the muse whisper a story into my ear.
So, I wanted to tell you the story of how this book/series came to be, because it’s kind of funny. I was at a release party event for a friend and a fellow author posted a contest. Her question was, “If you were going to write a shifter romance, what kind of shifter would your hero be? And how would he meet his heroine?”
Hmm, I had didn’t have to think long about what kind of shifter I’d write about. It had to be a bear. I love Bear shifters! So big and burly and hairy! Yum. But I had to devise the scene of how they’d meet. Here’s what I came up with:
Bern had come into the store for his daily honey fix. He admitted it, he was addicted to the stuff. He had just bought two dozen biscuits at the bakery and he was going to drown them in honey, along with a nice piece of salmon for dinner.
When he stepped through the door he stopped in his tracks. His nostrils flared and his heart began to race. What was that fabulous scent? Like honey and vanilla, but something else too. Something that was making his cock stand up in his pants and do a happy dance.
Mate. Oh my God and goddess, his mate was in this store. He couldn’t think. Instinct took over and his legs carried him to the source of the tantalizing scent that had his libido raging and his bear roaring.
He was beside her before his brain had caught up with his body. He had to touch her. She was his. His hand covered hers as she reached for a jar of honey on the shelf. “Mine,” he growled. When she looked up at him with crystal blue eyes he thought he’d fallen into them and drowned.
Flawless porcelain skin covered a face that could have been painted by Botticelli. Pale blonde lashes framed her started eyes and her cheeks were flushed an enticing pink. She bit her bottom lip and he wanted to kiss away the sting of her torment to the luscious flesh.

“There’s more than one jar.” she said, and her voice was husky and sweet.
He released her hand and skimmed his along the velvet softness of her cheek. She shivered.
“I am Bern, and you are mine,” he said.
She took a step back and a low growl escaped his throat. His bear didn’t like their mate backing away from them.
“I beg your pardon?”
“You are mine. You are my mate.”

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Now, I’m exaggerating of course, I didn’t write that whole scene for the comment, but the fact that they met in store over a jar of honey, and so Hers to Bear was born. It had since turned into the Animal in Me series and I have 4-5, maybe six books rolling around in my imagination screaming for attention.
I have about 35,000 words of this MS finished and hope to submit it in September. Rumors have been flying about that “Paranormal Romance” is no longer popular, but I’ve never been one to follow the trends, and I love it. What do you think? Do like shifter stories? Did you like the sneak peak at Jenna and Bern?

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Hugs to you all! See you next time!
Tamara