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If you can’t take the time off right, now, how about a literary vacation? Visit a place that exists only in the mind of a half-crazed author…

I have two series going right now. One is Esperance–a highland world full of magic, mischief, and romance. Book one introduces Jareth and Viviane and follows their courtship. Book two follows Viviane’s attempts to gain control over her blossoming psychic talents. And Book 3 tells of Morgan’s and James’ romance.

The second is Speranza–a futuristic world with shape-shifters of all sorts. Book one takes place on the pleasure world, Gambler’s Folly. The second follows Damiano and Karianna to Earth, where Dante meets his soulmate, throwing the whole family and wedding plans into chaos.

So if you can’t take a vacation right now, take a little time and visit one of these worlds. You’ll always be welcome.

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Yes, I’ve finally reached the end of The Russian. And now begins the work. Taking that 99,000 word draft and shaping it into a story, and cutting it down to size in the process.

Many people think coming up with an idea and writing the first draft is the difficult bit. And maybe it is for some people. What most don’t realize is that the first draft is only the beginning. Yes, it gets your idea down on paper–so to speak. You now know where you’re beginning and how it all works out in the end.

Does the guy get the girl? Is it a “happily ever after” romance? Is it something much darker? Mainstream or erotica? Mystery or intrigue?

But the first draft isn’t a story yet. It hasn’t been shaped or molded. It is the raw material, the bare bones, from which your story can grow into something wonderful–with work.

Some authors have trouble getting up to a novel length word count. Some of us overwrite–sometimes a lot–and have to pare the story down to size. This is my particular problem.

But it’s okay! It’s the first draft. It’s a place to start, the clay to shape into your masterpiece. A potter doesn’t take a huge lump of clay, slap it down onto the wheel and say, “There it is! Isn’t it marvelous?”

It’s just clay at this point, nothing recognizable. But with a little work, the potter can make it into something beautiful or useful. Or both!

If you’re beginning to write, that’s fantastic! But don’t get stuck in your first draft.

And don’t stop writing because your first draft isn’t perfect. No first draft is.

But you must have a first draft before you can have a finished product. As one of my friends says, you can edit a first draft. You can’t edit a blank page.

Here’s to first drafts –the  misspelled, grammatically challenged, run-on sentence laden,  unedited  trash from which our stories grow.

Cheers!

 

Looking for something to read–that isn’t a first draft?

Check out my Esperance Series:

Or get a copy of Gambler’s Folly or Dante’s Angel from the Speranza Series.

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…to Esperance.

A place of beauty, wonder, and, of course, Talent.

Excerpt from Viviane, First Lady.

 

“So, how were you planning to catch fish for dinner?” Viviane asked. “I don’t see any fishing gear anywhere, except for a bucket.”

“I was planning to coax them over to the bank and pick them out of the water,” he told her. Normally he wouldn’t use his talents for something this simple, but he thought it would be a good lesson for her at this stage of her training. Besides, with the need to bring everything in with them, he’d forgotten to bring any fishing tackle along.

“You’re kidding, aren’t you?” she asked, not sure what to believe.

“What kind of fish do you want for dinner,” he asked, ignoring the question. “Up here there are silverback, gold speck, rainbows, and cat’s eyes.”

Looking at him like she was humoring a lunatic, she said, “Well, since I have a choice, I really like gold speck.”

“Gold speck it is then. I think I’ll get a couple rainbows to go along with them.”

He took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers, and stepped into the shallow water at the edge of the stream. Standing quite still, he mentally reached out gently to find the fish he wanted, and then pulled them toward his location by the  bank. One by one he picked them up and put them in the bucket of water, three gold speck and two rainbows.

 

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Have do I see my world of Esperance?

“It was a beautiful day for an outing and Jareth was in a fantastic and infectious mood. Their path had taken them through the edge of the forest before heading up into the mountains. Shadows played hide and seek as the sun shone through the tree leaves. Shifting sunbeams lit gem colored wildflowers sparkling in reds and purples against the dark green of the forest. Reaching a chuckling stream, which leapt from a waterfall high above before following the mountain downward, they dismounted and made ready for a picnic. The water sparkled blue and violet in the sun, as mist from the cascade nourished the grass and moss turning it a lush emerald green.

Spreading a cloth on a huge slab of black shale next to the water’s edge, they unpacked the meat, cheese, and freshly baked bread the kitchen had sent with them, its aroma whetting their appetites. Jareth stretched out opposite her beside the shale table, smiling happily.

He was putting on his best performance today. Attentive, with an ease which shouldn’t be possible, he fairly swept Viviane off her feet. She didn’t know whether to beat a hasty retreat or stay and enjoy it. Like a schoolgirl on her first date, she was all blushes and too timid to meet his eye. She was still having trouble speaking, which he pretended not to notice.”

 

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I have several works in progress. One is for the Esperance Series–two books down the line from Morgan.  Another is for the Gambler’s Folly Series after Dante’s Angel. And there are a couple stand alones–one finished and ready for editing, and the other still in progress.

So, just for fun, I thought I’d share a little excerpt from the Esperance Series book–Gregor Thayne–Rowan’s Heir.

Enjoy!

Excerpt:

The best way to get Gregor out of his mood was to put him in another one. So she teased and pushed until she got him riled, then took off ahead of him. Knowing him, he would be feeling frisky by now, as well as put out, and that always led to a good time.

Ducking into the trees, she crouched down behind one of the boulders and watched for him. Soon, she saw him examining the path, looking for signs to follow. After a moment’s pause, he turned and followed her into the trees.

Damn, he was good at tracking. She should have taken more care, but since it had been a spur of the moment decision, she hadn’t had the time.

“Come on out, Caela. I know you’re in here. Make it easy for me, make it easy for yourself. If I have to hunt you down, it’ll go harder for you.”

Was that an intentional double-entendre, she wondered? Knowing him and his wit, it was. She was not about to give up yet, right when things were becoming exciting.

He had passed her boulder and was about twenty feet away now. Maybe, if she were careful, she could tiptoe back to the path and continue on toward the stables. Gregor was still facing away from her.

Rising carefully, she lifted her skirts to keep them from rustling in the fallen leaves. Moving slowly, she had nearly made it to the track when a hidden branch rolled out from under her foot. The noise it caused alerted Gregor to her movements.

Recovering her footing, she ran toward the track and nearly made it when she felt his fingers around her arm.

“I think not, my lady,” he said, with those mischievous green eyes laughing down at her. “It’s time I taught you a few things about playing in the woods.”

“And what might that be?”

“What happens when you get caught.”

As they moved back into the trees, he searched for something, but didn’t share his thoughts.

“Here we are. This should be sufficient.”

All Caela saw was a large fallen log.

“Sufficient for what?”

With one quick movement, he spun her around, sat down on the log and brought her face down across his lap.

“Sufficient for spanking your bottom, wench.”

“Wench? How dare you, Gregor Thayne?”

“Oh, I think you’d agree that I dare quite a lot.”

By this time her skirts were raised to her waist and he was chuckling at her predicament. And when things started off this way, they usually ended quite passionately.

He swatted her quite sharply as she struggled to get free.

“I will have you for this, Gregor,” she threatened.

“I’m sure you will, but I’ll have you first.”

She liked the sound of that.

When he’d added enough swats to make his point, and her behind was tender to the touch, he stood up with her. Face to face with Gregor, with her wrists held captive, she was slowly pushed backwards.

“Now you’ll get what’s coming to you,” he said in a low, pleased-with-himself voice.

Her behind met with a tree trunk, before she was pressed back to recline on a tree which leaned out to reach the light. Taken by surprise, she didn’t have time to respond before he’d secured her wrists together with a piece of vine and then bound them over her head.

Her feet barely touched the ground as she was stretched full length along the tree. He was in a mood, wasn’t he?

“Gregor, this is not amusing. Release me at once.”

“On the contrary. It’s most amusing, and I kind of like the look. Especially with your chin raised exposing your throat to me, and your eyes flashing. I’ve learned about the social structure in wolf packs. Tell me, does exposing your throat show submission in your case?”

“Not bloody likely.” She loved sparring with Gregor, physically, verbally, any way at all. She was already aroused and ready for him, but she knew he would take his own sweet time and make her wait.

Suddenly his mouth was on hers, demanding. With her arms framing her face, she couldn’t turn away, though she struggled to make him work for it.

His hand in her hair put an end to that and her willpower was nearly gone anyway.

Once he had her surrender, he stood up and let his eyes feast on her lying there, helpless. As she watched, strong fingers unbuttoned her blouse before one hand slipped around her waist. The other one teased her breast as his mouth came back to claim her lips again.

Skirt now unbuttoned, it and her panties were pulled down to pool around her ankles. His hand moved from around her waist to between her legs and brought her to a tortured state of arousal.

“If I were you, I’d be quiet. Unless you want anyone walking the track to know what’s going on in here.”

“Gregor, I don’t care what your mother says. You are a bastard.”

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Jareth, First Lord. The first book of the Esperance Series. A story about a young ruler, widowed and without an heir.

It is also the story of the woman with whom he falls in love. The daughter of a First Lord, she is spirited with a fiery temper.

 

Excerpt:

The next morning Jareth was up early. Viviane, though, had had enough. Deciding to stay in bed and rest, she was happily on her way back to sleep when someone knocked at the door.

“Viviane? It’s Annie. Lord Jareth wants to know when you’ll be ready to leave.”

“I’m not going Annie. I simply can’t. Give my apologies to the First Lord.”

A few minutes later there was another, stronger knock at the door.

“Viviane, come on. We’re going to be late!”

“No, Jareth, I’m not going to be late. I’m not going. Please extend my apologies to your guests.”

“This is not acceptable Viviane. You knew the requirements beforehand. You will be up and ready in ten minutes.”

Now she was fully awake and mad. How dare he give her orders?

“I beg your pardon, Lord Jareth, but exactly who do you think you are? I did not come here to be ordered about like a servant. I told you I might not manage the entire week and I can’t. Go away!”

“You will be ready in ten minutes or you will go to the Gather just the way you are. A bargain was struck and you will be held to it. Now get ready!”

Fearing he might carry out his threat, Viviane snarled and stormed out of bed. She dressed to an accompaniment of slamming doors and drawers before attacking her hair with the brush.

Jareth was pacing the hallway when she opened her door. “It’s about damned time! There will be no more of this nonsense. You will accompany me at the Gather each day and at least appear like you’re with me willingly. Is that clear?”

“Do stop, Jareth. Nobody’s impressed.”

“I beg your pardon?” he asked in a dangerous tone of voice.

“Yes, okay, fine. You’ve made your point, now shut up. We’re late. Remember?”

If anyone noticed a bit of frost in the air they said nothing, but there did seem to be more space around them than usual. It was nearly halfway through the day before Viviane began to calm down. How had she gotten herself into this mess?

 

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Black and whiteYes, Morgan–The Pixie and the Green Man is now available through Amazon, in both Kindle and paperback! And if you are missing one of the other books, they are available as well.

Paperback at Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Morgan-Pixie-Green-Man-Esperance/dp/1537770179/

For Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N9Q9GB9/

Esperance, The Series:   amazon.com/dp/B01MR4YOQL

Morgan is resigned to living alone after her abusive father and a recent attempted rape in Clan Brannach. However, she hadn’t counted on James Ferguson’s green eyes, devil-may-care attitude, or his adorable dimples.

When he went to her rescue, James fell in love with this tiny young woman, with hair of midnight and eyes like the sea. Biding his time, he gave her a chance to heal before approaching her.

How can he win the heart of the woman he loves when she won’t even accept an invitation for tea? And if she does become interested, can she accept those things which set his family apart?

So come on in and join the party. And share the word!

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Morgan–The Pixie and the Green Man!

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