Thursday, May 21, 2015

Songs to Inspire #writing #newrelease #lovesongs

I love music. It helps calm, inspire or energize me depending on what I listen to. It's meant to, I suppose. I also use it as an escape, much as I would a book. Songs tell a story in itself, and oftentimes, I find myself adding to them. I want to flesh them out and give them body... turn them into books. It's impossible to do so for every one, of course. Lately, though, I've become drawn to a few songs and the mini worlds I've let myself build around them. I'm not quite ready to share which ones, though. Sorry to be a tease, but I'm in the writing/planning stages. I want to keep them secret :)
But, it thought it'd be nice to share some of my favorites and hear yours.
Maybe next month, I'll share some different types, but let's start with love songs. Here are three of my favorites:

My three favorite love songs:

Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce— I think this classic song about love and dreams of immortality is something we can all relate to. The years pass too quickly and as we watch our children grow and our loved ones age, a magical bottle to capture all our memories and special moments would be a treasured gift. I know I’d love to have one.

Tangled up in You by Staind—This song is one of my personal favorites. It’s a devotional piece meant to remind our partners that no matter what happens in life we will always reach for them. My favorite line is ‘You’re the hand I have to hold as I grow old’. To me, that sums up true, everlasting love.

Heaven by Otherwise—Although not a traditional love song, this beautiful piece serves as a focal point for my writing. It tells of a love strong enough to reach beyond death. I love its fairytale quality. The lyrics tease the listener with questions of what a person would sacrifice in order to share eternity with the one they love.

Tell me yours!

By the way, I have a new release coming. Bridged by Love releases on July 21! It's up for pre-order now!

Bridged by Love
Nancy Corrigan

Follow his head, he breaks her heart. Follow his hearthe breaks his pack.

Kagan Wolves, Book 1

From the moment he was born, Nic Kagan’s future was sealed. He’ll accept a mate, have kids, and eventually take over his father’s role as pack alpha. There’s just one problem.

Long ago, his heart settled on Riley, the pack’s human doctor and honorary member. Except only half of him can have her. The other half—his wolf—won’t give a weak non-shifter female a second sniff.

No one—human or shifter—has left a mark on Riley’s soul like Nic. But with his father hospitalized, any hope things could work out between them is slipping away. Yet Riley understands something else about pack life. Power isn’t always a physical gift; love is just as strong. What she and Nic have is worth fighting for.

With rival threats mounting, Nic realizes he can’t simply turn his back on Riley. Though his wolf could tear his heart out for it, he must fight for what he wants before he loses his mate. His pack. Maybe even his sanity.

Warning: Contains a reluctant alpha with only one roadblock between his heart and the woman he loves—biology. And a woman who isn’t giving up on him, even if it means risking her life to fool Mother Nature.

Keywords: wolf shifter, werewolf, werewolves, alpha, human,

The details…
Book Title: Bridged by Love
Series Name: Kagan Wolves
Series Number: 1
Author: Nancy Corrigan
ISBN13: 978-1-61923-004-0
Length: 63,982
Categories: PAW: Paranormal, PAW: Red Hot, RH: Paranormal & Alternate Worlds
Tags: Shape-Shifters; Werewolves
Price: 5.50
Publication Date: July 21st 2015

Read a teaser…

Excerpt (PG-13)

Nic ran through the woods. The broken twigs and rocks poking into his paws barely registered. He pivoted and headed deeper into the underbrush. The sharp pulling of the low-hanging tree limbs on his fur appealed to his need to punish himself. He wanted to hurt. A fight would’ve been better, but he couldn’t go around initiating any. Actions like that would come off as a dominance tactic, and the Kagan males had always held to a higher standard. They understood all members of a pack played a vital role.
He lowered his head and pushed through the bowing evergreens. An open space greeted him. He froze. Sides heaving and blood soaking his fur, he panted and took in the small home in front of him—Riley’s place. His dad had bought it for her. Last time Nic had seen it was right after she’d moved in. She must’ve remodeled since then. Where the concrete stoop once stood, a wide front porch spanned the house. It looked inviting with the swing and chairs decorating it. He could see himself lounging on it, enjoying the night.
A low growl rumbled in his chest.
It didn’t surprise him that he’d ended up here. He hadn’t been able to get thoughts of her out of his head. Guilt ate at him. He’d treated her like shit the last time they were together. She deserved an apology and explanation. If he’d been man enough, he would’ve been straight with her then.
He padded across the gravel road. On the other side, soft grass met the pads of his paws. Halfway across the front yard, the door opened. Riley stepped out, a bottle of beer in hand. An oversize flannel shirt covered her chest and bare thighs. Jealousy surged, knowing she wore another male’s clothes. Shock replaced it with his next breath. It was his shirt, the one he’d had on the last time they were together.
She whipped her head in his direction. Narrowed eyes zeroed in on him. They widened on a gasp. She set her bottle down and sprinted across the yard. Her loosely buttoned top gave him a tantalizing glimpse of her legs. He sat on his haunches to watch her, but she reached him before he could decide if the swath of black between her thighs was a thong or a bikini.
Nic”—she dropped to her knees in front of him—“what happened?”
He couldn’t answer her in his wolf form. She knew that. She also understood that depending on how much control he gave his other half, he might not even hear her. It never stopped her from approaching shifters. She’d said she could tell who was in charge by looking into their eyes.
“You’re bleeding.” She brushed back his fur and gently touched the skin around a long gash. “This wasn’t from a fight, was it?”
He shook his head, the only answer he could give in his limited form.
She stared into his eyes. Not a hint of fear showed in her expression. She treated his dad and the other dominants with the respect owed them by avoiding eye contact. Never Nic, at least not in private, but the rules were different around the other wolves. Riley had always understood the need for hierarchy among the members. In the pack’s eyes, she was as low as one could be. In his, she was his equal.
“Shift and tell me why you decided to drag your sorry ass to my house. None of these cuts need my attention.”

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A little about Nancy…
A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.
She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.


Tina Donahue said...

I have so many songs I love, there's not enough time to list them. Congrats on your newest release, Nancy. Sounds exciting! :)

Nancy Corrigan said...

Thanks, Tina!

Nancy Corrigan said...

Thanks, Tina!

jean hart stewart said...

A day late, but LOVED your excerpt. Thanks and good luck....

Nancy Corrigan said...

<3 Thanks, Jean!

Fiona McGier said...

"Still The One" by Shania Twain. Kind of funny since I don't like country music and I'd never have even heard her song except for it was played a lot in Jazzercise classes. But it speaks to defying the odds and making a go of life with your husband. Since we're been married 30 years, I always think of my husband.

And the one that always makes me cry is "Dance With My Father", I think by Luther Vandross. He sings about how his mother would give anything to have one more dance with her late husband. Now that both of my parents are gone, I know they'll be happier in any afterlife if they're separated from each other, but I do hope they get together now and then to dance. Mom had to let him lead, and it was the only time they weren't fighting.