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March 10th, 2010
Love is such a powerful thing. It moves people in so many ways. As a writer of romance I love exploring the various ways that love unfolds. All the paths it takes are fun to explore.
This weekend I watched movies based on love. Each was so different and to see the ways love came and was shown made me think. The great thing was the movies followed families. The love, tribulations and all the things in between. From the beginning of time people have been falling in love. Love can make you crazy, giddy and bring you such hope and joy.
Love has many types – the love between friends and family. The love between lovers. Each has the core of opening yourself to another person and becoming a unit. With friends it is building a close knit relationship that stands through good and bad. The same with family. With family we share and love.
The love between lovers is what I explore in my books. From the start of the initial attraction, the first steps to getting to know each other, the dating and then finally the all encompassing feelings and knowing you belong together. There are of course the ups and downs and the times when you fall in and out of love. But when you find that right someone it is magical, exhilarating and soul moving. Yeah I am a romantic at heart. All the steps to the power of love fascinates me.
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Today’s snippet theme is Lost loves. Enjoy a look from one of my books.
An snippet from God Style Temptation…
The dream snuck up on him.
“Nigel, you have to let me go,” Zarlu said in that soft voice of hers, then she smacked him on the head.
“Ow, what did you do that for?” Nigel looked at Zarlu’s twinkling blue eyes.
She smiled, a sweet twist of her lips and put her hands on her hips. He knew from her stance he was in trouble.
“Why are you holding me as a shield so no one can get close to you? Geesh. You’re a man for god’s sake. You have needs.” She paced back and forth in front of him. She stopped and gave him a sexy look. “I know you’re not a saint.” She chuckled sensuously.
“So stop being an ass and start to live.”
Watching her Nigel ached to touch her one last time. She smiled as if she understood. Coming to him, she slid her arms around him. Sinking into her embrace Nigel felt her love and care for him.
Zarlu pulled back with her arms still around him and sighed. “Nigel, it’s time to get back to living. Stop holding onto the past.” She looked at him. “When you’re ready you’ll know it’s time.” She glanced over his shoulder. Following her gaze Nigel looked at himself and the woman on the bed.
“Her name is Aurora and she needs you as much as you need her, Nigel.” Zarlu touched his cheek gently, pulled his face close and kissed him softly and tenderly. “I love you, my warlious.” She started to fade.
Reaching for her he whispered. “I love you, my sesuioul.”
She smiled and disappeared. Watching her leave Nigel knew it was the last time. Tears rained down his face as he returned to his body.
Gasping he came awake, careful not to jerk the sleeping woman. He felt the tears on his face. Taking them off his cheek he held them and watched as they turned into a handful of diamonds. They rose off his palm and floated across the room. A drawer opened and they floated into it before closing. He knew that the drawer was full of diamonds and other gems. For the last year he had been dreaming of Zarlu and each time he woke there were tears on his face which turned into precious gems.
Copyright © Taige Crenshaw, 2008.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave.
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The other day I was watching a ballet when I realized that although there were no words I clearly knew what the dancers were portraying with their body. The ballet had all the emotions it made me laugh, angry, and weep.
After the show it left me thinking of the non verbal communication in everyday life. So I conducted a sort of experiment. I studied people when I walked around, on the train and where ever I went. It was amazing how much I found that I could tell a lot about people without them saying a word. Now I’m not saying that I didn’t notice before when someone was happy, angry or upset before but the ballet made me observe more.
I also took a look at the TV show Lie to Me. The shows whole concept is about reading people. They use the human face and body language. Also peoples tone of voice. Between that and the ballet it opened a fascination in me.
With my experiment and the show they made me think even more. Come up with a story concept to use the non verbal to get emotion across with no words.
Take a shot at observing someone today and see what you can find out. It may lead you to unexpected things.
Today’s snippet theme is Shopping. Enjoy a look from one of my books.
An snippet from Body Cravings…
Fifteen minutes later, Amara stood in front of the store at 18 Lauioe Square and studied the display. She glared playfully at Jacques. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. I’ve lived in this area, been in this area many times and never seen this place. How the heck did you find out about it?”
“A friend.” Jacques pulled her toward the door.
Standing her ground, she asked. “What friend?” Amara winced as she heard the jealousy in her tone.
Jacques was amused. He kissed her on the nose. “No need to be jealous.” He pulled her into him and kissed her thoroughly before drawing back to met her gaze. “Although I like you being possessive, it was a male friend. He said they had some beautiful pieces.”
Amara glanced past him at the window again. The female mannequin was draped in a see-through, short magenta camisole and tap pants. There was fine gold embroidery detailing on the outfit, making it shimmer and tantalize. It aptly went with Tantalize, the name of the store that was in discreet gold script. Usually she bought her lingerie from Unveiled–a bigger store that had some beautiful things as well–as it wasn’t too far from where her offices were on Caspain Avenue. Unveiled had various in-house designers who made what they sold. You could get custom pieces or buy off the rack.
She focused back on him. “I’ve heard of them and always meant to check them out but never found the time. If I’d known they were so close to my house I would have been here sooner.” Amara rubbed her hands together as she stared back at the window of Tantalize. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go.”
She laced fingers with his, pulling him into the store. Amara stopped inside the doorway, taking in the plush chairs and wide array of lingerie. From what she had heard of Tantalize, they had an in-house designer who made everything. All the pieces were unique and the quality was superb. With brisk steps, she walked over to a floor-length peignoir. Amara touched the fine silk. She loved sexy things.
Jacques’ voice came from behind her. “You would be sexy in that.”
She smiled seductively. “So would you.”
Jacques laughed. Amara picked it up in burnt orange and continued to look around. Jacques took it and, as she picked up more things, she handed them to him. He followed behind her patiently. When she asked him his opinion, he nodded or shook his head. Amara reached for another piece, turning to hand it to him. When she saw the pile of things in his hands, she grinned sheepishly. “Umm … sorry.”
Jacques laughed. “I love to see you shop. Don’t you want anything else?”
Amara stared longingly at the two-piece pajama set across the room. She shook her head. “No. Let’s check out and go.” She put her hand around his waist, walking with him to the front of the store. “Thanks for being so patient.”
Jacques gazed at her, his expression sizzling. “My pleasure.”
Amara laughed. “Most men would have run screaming by now.”
Jacques dumped the items on the counter. He put his hands around her waist. “I’m not most men.”
He kissed her softly. Amara shifted and glanced at the man behind the counter. Reaching into her bag for her purse, she was stopped by Jacques’ hand on her arm. She looked up at him. He was handing the man a credit card.
“Jacques–” she started to protest, but he put his finger over her lips.
“Shh… I’m paying. Now say, thank you, Jacques.”
She glared at him. He leaned down and she snapped her teeth at him. He jerked back, laughing. His other arm came up to encircle her. “Now is that any way to say thank you?”
Amara chuckled. “I’ll thank you later.”
She returned her focus to the man rang up the last of her purchases. She winced when she saw the total. Jacques didn’t even blink, just signed the charge slip. The man folded the items and started putting them in bags.
Copyright © Taige Crenshaw, 2008.
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The people I call friends will tell you I have moments. I can see the eye rolls and grins on my friend’s faces now. (Grin.) My moments can range from any sort of news good or bad in writing or daily life. For the good I scream, effervesce and all around make a fool of myself. I celebrate my own news but go nuts over the news of my friends. I know some probably suffer temporary hearing loss from my screaming. LOL. I’ve even been known to do a dance. Butt shaking and all. I send cards for releases, news and just because. Yeah I am a sap. For the bad moments I curse, cry and support with them. Then we talk about it and come up with another plan.
You’re probably wondering why I am telling you all this. Well because I read something the other day that made me realize that there are a lot of moments that people shrug off and just let pass. Life is too short not to dance at each victory and think on the failures then dust yourself off and move on. It’s the moments that keep us going. The moments that define who we are. Each second of a day there is a moment. Now I am not saying that you should dance each second but when you get that next promotion, compliment from someone, book contract, book release, or any number of things take a moment to acknowledge it is someway.
I shared a moment with a friend the other day and was glad they chose me to share it with. There was butt shaking, screaming and all in between going on. LOL.
The moments in life are precious and should be acknowledged. I make sure that I take time for my moments because I don’t ever want to forget how blessed I am to be able to have moments.
What are some of your moments?
Today’s snippet theme is homage to another artist. I’m a big fan of Lauren Dane books. I’ve read almost everything she has written. Still reading some books. She writes real and interesting characters,. Below I have a look at one of her books. Enjoy.
An snippet from Relentless by Lauren Dane…
This is where Abigail Haws lived? Roman took in the building. Not bad at all. He’d expected shabby once he’d left the Family living blocks near the Municipal Complex. While still within the first circle, he rarely got out this far. Roman realized he’d lived a sheltered life. He did get out from time to time, but it was usually on some sort of mission to view how the unranked lived, a visit to a school, something of that sort.
Listening closely, he knocked once he heard movement on the other side of the door. It was very late but he hadn’t wanted to let the day end without trying to see the woman. Once he’d read the file and spoken to Saul Kerrigan he’d been livid. He wanted to hear Abigail Haws’s side of the story.
“Who is it?” A pause as he heard the view port on the door slide open. “Oh, you. What in the seven hells are you doing here?” she snarled as her door flew open. A tiny sprite of a woman stood before him, long dark hair hanging loose to her waist, big brown eyes flashing behind a pair of spectacles. He hadn’t seen spectacles very often. Most of the time surgical treatment repaired vision problems.
“I’m…”
She had the audacity to grab his arm and yank him into the apartment, slamming the door behind them both. “I know who you are. Why are you in my house?”
He looked around, again, surprised. The place was lovely. Plants exploded from pots hanging, draping, perched and placed in the window sills. The furniture was nice, not expensive like his, but it fit the space.
He sniffed, trying to keep it to himself but a redolent, heady scent hung in the air. It came from her kitchen where a pot sat on a cook top. She cooked too? Pictures sat in frames on shelves and on tables. Abigail Haws led a full life and suddenly, he got a whole different perspective on her.
“Hello?” She snapped her fingers in front of his face, jolting him from his inner thoughts. She may have had a lovely apartment but her manners left something to be desired.
“Please don’t do that.” He stepped back. “I’m here because you left before I could meet with you today. Marcus, my assistant, assured me you’d be home and that your assistant had told you to expect me. Apparently that did not happen.”
“I was before an Administrator all afternoon. After you missed our appointment. I met with several of my clients at the lock-up, did research at the library and came home. I haven’t even eaten yet.”
“You left out speaking with a vid crew.”
She had the audacity to laugh and he had the audacity to be charmed in a startled sort of way.
“Oh that’s right. Yes. And spoke with a vid crew about yet another instance of a Family using the system to harm the unranked. I nearly forgot that part, thank you for reminding me.”
She turned, pushing that dark river of gleaming hair over her shoulder and headed to the kitchen. The scent of her soap wafting in her wake met his nose. Light, feminine, not much like her personality at all.
“Why are you using spectacles?”
“Why aren’t you using manners?” she countered, ladling the fabulously aromatic concoction into two bowls. “Would you like some stew? It’s nothing fancy but it’s good.”
He wanted to say no but he had to speak with her and he hadn’t eaten in hours. “Thank you.”
“Hmpf.” She placed the bowls on the table in the corner of her kitchen and turned again, returning with a pitcher of juice and some bread. “Sit.”
He did, surprised by how quick he’d simply obeyed her order.
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Something happened the other day that got me to thinking of all the extraordinary people in my life. What is extraordinary about all of them is that they are giving without looking for anything in return, they support when needed and you can trust them with any of your secrets. I’m going to give you some insight into who they are.
The 1st of my extraordinary person came into my life through our joint love of reading. We bonded over reading and became family over time. We are there for each other through rough and good times. Have great conversations about books we read. And she listens as I tell her my ideas and vice versa. The things we have shared are so much I can’t put it all down.
Next up is someone who started as a writer I knew and became a friend to count on. No matter how weird my ideas instead of saying no way she usually says yes what comes next. We talk and listen to each other. Listening is a key component to her extraordinariness. People listen but sometimes doesn’t hear. She listens and hears. She is there no matter what.
Another person started as a writer I knew and became a friend I admire and respect. I loved her books and the first time I wrote her I was shaking. But she was so cool and blunt that I laughed and knew she was real. When I met her at RT Convention in 2008 her first words about my covers made me smile then laugh. In 2009 we chatted even more. Her wisdom and wit are great. She is gracious and I love all her series. Each time she gets a contract I dance for her in joy. And her Writerly posts give such insights.
And last of the extraordinariness for this time around is another writer I’ve spoken with online a few time but it wasn’t until I met her RT Convention in 2008 but it wasn’t until RT 2009 that I was able to get my voice and speak. That happens when you admire not just the writer but the person. She was warm, blunt and oh so real. We talked, connected and she made me believe. Believe that grace comes not from success but from the soul. At RT she teased me about my delightful accent and nails and toes looking so fierce. It was fun and a joy to get to know her. I’m looking forward to her Wyoming Wilde series.
Those are a few of the extraordinary people who have touched me. Who are some of the extraordinary people in your life?
