Monthly Archives: January 2013

Dar’kind Promises – Secret Three

The ancient wizardess Verucca Toadswizzler helps prepare Zelia for her mission to the Earth Dimension. Her meddling causes some startling  problems.

So, Where did I come up with the name Verucca Toadswizzler?  I’ve had several people comment on the interesting choice. Names are key in my stories. I will sometimes struggle for the right name. I’ve often written blurbs with Alphabet letters in place of names. It looks something like this blurb for an upcoming Amethyst Desire Collection story.

Bi-sexual lovers X and Y decide a little variety is the best gift they can give each other to celebrate their holiday yule. Girls just wanna have fun. All X and Y want for Christmas is a little cock. They suspect their neighbor, Z, can fit the bill in a big way. To be totally fair in how they’ll take turns with Mr. Lucky they purchase an amethyst necklace from Salynne’s Crystal’s and Thyme. Whoever has the necklace gets all their boy-toy’s attention. Then, they’ll switch. It’s only fair.

 Z’s had his eye on the girls next door and he’s just the man to fill their fantasy and more. Z’s not a boy. He doesn’t plan on being a toy and never, never played it fair. He takes the necklace as the first prize of his seductive war with the pair. He’s willing to take prisoners and plans to have both the women in his bed on his terms. He’ll consider their release for good behavior, perhaps in time for summer. 

Sometimes the names have to be carved out of the story. Other times they are right there in the front for me. I can’t always predict. Such is the case with Verucca Toadswizzler. Her name was not popping, squeaking or carving in any fashion. Then one day playing on Face Book I found an app…something like What is your wizzard name? I put in my name and the result was  — you guessed it Verucca Toadswizzler. LOL Secret revealed.

Dar’kind Promises – Secret Two

So the second secret in the count down for the creation of Dar’kind Promises was found in what type of love story it would be. I am so often drawn to the stories of never ending love. The physical and spiritual attraction that you are mine and will always be so draws me in.

Perhaps it is a consequence of living in a disposable modern society. ‘I want a love that will last’ is a popular song. However, how do we create a love story like that and retain free will? Also, where can we find enough conflict to keep the story interesting?

In Dar’kind Promises our two heroines are thrown together on a quest. They are compelled to be together to accomplish a task to try to uncover leads to find one of the Fae who disappeared.

Zelia is a feline shapeshifter. She’s called a ‘Tracker’ by her race. She has a human form and a very fierce predatory feline one. An ancient wizardess helps prepare her for blending in to the human Dimension by magically giving her a third form.

Maura is one of the race of Fae, a Dar’kind Fairy. Her life has been consumed searching for Ardith her Fae ‘sister’. She carries a burden of guilt for Ardith’s loss. She doesn’t allow time for distractions. Zelia constitutes a major distraction that she can’t resist. She is over loaded and over whelmed.

Zelia feels the connection to Maura first. She wants to reject the connection. She struggles to resist her attraction. Of course, without success.

I hope you will find the result an entertaining read.

Dar’kind Promises Secret One

I promises secrets about the creation of Dar’kind Promises. I hope I am up to the task. LOL. So the first thing that almost no one knows is: Why did I write Dar’Kind Promises?

It all started when I submitted my first story to Rebel Ink Press, “The Galloping Ghoul of Hockomock Swamp”. My editor sent back the customary revisions letter. She said some nice flattering things that made me feel really really good.  At the end she said:

“Although M/M is hot right now, I feel we’re on the cusp of a F/F break out. My proposal is this, please consider writing us something from that perspective, any length any sub-genre. We’d love to take a look. If anyone is capable of pulling it off, I believe you are. We’d also like to see more from you in the M/M category when you’re ready.”

That one sentence, “If anyone is capable of pulling it off, I believe you are.” challenged me. One of my goals in my m/m story was making the emotion and love transcend gender barriers. Could I do it in a f/f as well or was that too close to home?

Believe me, I did a whole lot of thinking before I could move. Eventually, ideas swirled around and I put together a blurb proposal to send in to RIP for consideration. The answer came back we love it, write it!

I wrote for almost a year before I felt I’d nailed it. The result is “Dar’kind Promises”.

Thirty Days Till “Dar’kind Promises”

I can’t believe it is only thirty days until “Dar’kind Promises” is released on 2/3/13. This is a short novelette length story. It is paranormal f/f erotic romance. Each day for the next thirty days, I am going to give you a teaser and tell you some background secret about the story. You will also have a chance to ask me ANY question you wish. It should be fun. I just hope I can fill thirty days, eek. You can see the offical blurb and cover in an earlier blog here. So happy reading and let the secrets begin. Tomorrow I will tell you how this story got started.

Teaser:

“No, this is better but still not completely right.” Verucca pulled a book from her cluttered worktable and flipped through pages. “Cat’s the size you are now are pets in the Earth Dimension. However, your color is all wrong. There are no house cats with the odd spotted pattern of your fur. Fuss and bother.”

She lay the book down on the table by her hip, studying a picture from the pages. “Now, that color will do nicely. I’ll just have to add another layer to the spell.” She paused to reassure her feline companion. “It’ll be fine.” She shrugged, reconsidering. “It should be fine.” She checked the book one more time, clapped her hands and pronounced, “Orange Tabby.” The dark spots on the animal’s creamy tan fur stretched, elongated, and ran into a pattern of strips swirling around becoming orangish color on the cat’s fur. The crone walked around the animal looking down at her handiwork. “Yes this will do, quite satisfactory, if I do say so myself.”

The cat spoke for the first time. “Sa-tis-factory?” she stressed each syllable. The animal’s voice sounded like it emanated from the bottom of a well, a remote, shrunken sound that modulated through a range of helium-induced tones. “You cronish hack! This is far from satisfactory.”