I’ve got my current hero, Jake, flat on the floor, downed by the arch villain Cibanoux, and wondering why he's lost his elfin powers. Have they completely deserted him? How will he save his love, now in Cibanoux’s clutches? Cibanoux is a worse than nasty villain, he plans to rape our heroine and make Jake watch. I have yet to figure out what comes next. This is a habit of mine. I manage somehow to get my heroes in some impossible spot. Sometimes the solution comes to me in the middle of the night, and I scramble to remember it the next morning.
In the meantime if any of you figure it out let me know. Any and all ideas will be gratefully received. Maybe you can help me with this, my seventh book in my Passionate Pursuit series, and called Redemptive Pursuit. My elves are handsome and sexy, but they get in scads of trouble.
I’m wondering if other authors deliberately throw up this kind of obstacle. I don’t think many do, From what I can tell a lot of writers do comprehensive outlines and so know just where they’re going. Lucky, organized them! I always have the first three and the last three chapters firmly in mind, even pretty-well written, and am left wondering about the soggy middle. May be stupid but it’s the way I write.
Here’s the cover and excerpt from a different book coming out this month. Called Unexpected Christmas, it’s a short Regency Christmas story, built around a little-known custom of that time of what happens when a well-born man commits suicide. I won’t give that secret away now, though. Naturally I want you to read the book.
"And the snow ball fight was on.
Ten minutes later Caro acknowledged defeat.
“If I could I’d hold out longer but I’m exhausted. I don’t think I could pack another snowball. It’s only that you have more strength, my lord, not that you have superior strategy.”
She stood, panting and smiling, and his heart betrayed him once again. His heart and his swollen cock. How he could grow so large with so little encouragement and snow down his shirt and neck he didn’t know.
Why did this one girl have such power over him? Surely it was only because there was no other distractions when they were so isolated.
He smiled a devilish grin.
“Did we set a forfeit for the loser? No, we did not. I therefore claim my winner’s prize.”
There in the snow he took her in his arms and kissed her with the passion that had been building for the last two days. Ever since she’d raised those glorious eyes. Greatcoats, capes, snow coating both their faces and hair, nothing could dim his kiss and her passionate response.
When he could breathe again he did not release his hold on her.
“Caro, do you know where this is going? Do you even begin to know how much I want you? I can’t promise to hold back tonight.”
She was silent even as she snuggled as close to him as she could get.
“Yes, I think I do. It’s not nearly as much as I want you, Sebastian. But if I surrender we both know what that means. I’m not worthy of your notice in the ton where you shine. And I’m not really cut out to be a mistress. I need to think.”
He buried his face in her hair.
“Ah, Caro. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted another woman.”
She moved away from him.
“I’m not sure that’s enough, Sebastian. Maybe for you. But maybe not for me.”
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