DEALING WITH LIFE/FINDING TIME TO WRITE
Working full time, three kids and a husband (really four kids) makes finding time to write very difficult. Literally, there are many times I’ve taken my laptop into my closet to write. The problem is that I get so immersed in my characters and my scenes that I forget where I am until a loud voice or a scream (usually a scream) intrudes and I realize that I’m sitting on the floor, in the dark, in the cold, with a pair of slacks wrapped around my neck and my toes tucked into a sweater vest keeping me warm! Sometimes, I’ll start talking to one of my characters or whoop really loud because one of them has done something hilarious. That’s usually a dead giveaway that mommy’s in the closet again. There are times when my kids will come in to ask me questions then leave and pull the door close.
Overall, my family has been very understanding about the time I need, and about how I get so engrossed in my characters. My little one especially, because he may get to sneak an extra cookie without mommy noticing. He hasn’t realized yet that I count them! My husband can get a little surly, especially if I accidently call him by my current hero’s name (I’ve learned that’s a total no-no!) The only way to placate him is to remind him that all my heroes are absolutely gorgeous and well endowed. I beg him to for forgiveness because…hmmm…the similarities are just so close. That usually puts a smile on his face and I’m free to return to my closet!
The problem is that I never know where creativity will strike or where the end to a crazy scene will finally become clear. It could be while I’m at the playground with my son, or at work, or in the bath. My husband says I go into a trance and my eyes start to roll excitedly. Just because I stare straight ahead and block out the world I wouldn’t call it a trance. Doesn’t every writer do that? At any given time I may have a bag full of coffee cups with scribbles, napkins with paragraphs written in eyeliner, or yes even leaves with strange markings that is only recognizable to me! These things I will protect with my life until I’m able to get to my laptop and God save the person who accidentally tosses them out!!! Spontaneous creativity may only strike once!
Conservative Emergency Room Physician, Nina Henley has always followed the rules. Her life has been dictated by her unwavering commitment to medicine. Wade Connolly, renowned medical malpractice attorney and ‘New York’s sexiest bachelor’ enters her life and challenges her with his bold sexuality and intense passion. One look into his gorgeous blue eyes and Nina is forced to acknowledge needs that have long been repressed. When she becomes involved in Wade’s perilous malpractice case she realizes that she is at risk for not only heartbreak, but betrayal as everything she’s worked so hard for is threatened. Will Wade’s passion and love be enough to save her or will she lose everything…including her life?
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Professional, she kept repeating to herself. Gorgeous and huge! Another voice kept insinuating itself into her overheated brain. The air in the room was thick and the only sound that echoed off the walls was the steady rhythm of their mingled breaths. Nina moaned as he lifted her top, exposing her black lace bra. Cool air teased her hot skin, making her shiver. A finger tormented her nipple and she was sure she whispered “please” before he groaned huskily and closed his mouth over her breast.
Caught in a cloud that was all sensation and need, she trailed her fingers down to the waistband of his pants.
“God…I want you. Where can we go? Is it safe in here?” His husky breath floated against the shell of her ear, sending a hazy buzz along her skin.
The loud jingle of the beeper hanging precariously from her scrub bottoms sliced through the moment like a sledgehammer. They both stared at each other, stunned, wide eyed, and wanting.. She exhaled an unsteady breath as she skimmed a hand over her hair, ignoring the jab of several pens. She quickly checked the state of her scrubs. She couldn’t believe that she’d acted so impetuously—like a sex starved lunatic! Remorse stabbed at her. Thoughts of her promising career and the life she’d built all twirled around in her head like a frenzied tornado, threatening to disappear into the fuzzy distance…
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