By Jorja Lovett (Guest Blogger)
Sometimes I wonder if writers have a personality disorder. I mean, it can't be normal having voices in your head telling their stories and generally being annoying until they're written down. Of course, these imaginary people can strike at the most inopportune time and mess with real life.
More than once, I've been standing waiting for my kids and my mind has wandered to the love scene I'd set aside to do the school run. It's impossible not to feel like some sort of pervert, which is disturbing to say the least.
Then of course there's the everyday job, where everyone you come into contact with suddenly has potential for a character. Well, the hot looking men do, at least. The security guard who's slightly taller than his colleagues – you know, the one who isn't morbidly obese – suddenly transforms into an all action hero. The fresh faced college student who works weekends could be cougar fodder. (Or is that just wishful thinking?)
Home life is never boring when you're a writer because you simply don't have time to be bored, juggling real life and fiction. Housework becomes something you only do when writer's block strikes and therefore, a perfect cure for aforementioned affliction. You can also guarantee if you're in mid flow of writing your hottest sex scene ever, your child will appear with their homework in hand asking about math equations and other things you have to feign interest in.
I'll admit being an author of erotic romance does wonders for your sex life. My OH certainly doesn't object to the new positions or new toys all in the name of research. Although, I think when he sees me scribbling in notebooks later on he's secretly worried I'm giving him marks out of ten. (Definitely 10 sweetheart!)
I think it's fair to say that our internet research also has us living in fear if anyone ever checks out our history. On my current list are love eggs, spanking benches, and fire play. Not all related to the same story, I hasten to add.
Of course settings are an important part of any story too and I'm very lucky that I have some beautiful scenery on my doorstep. I live in Northern Ireland and took the green countryside here as inspiration for my fictional wolf shifter community, Olcan Hills, in my latest release. On a drive with my husband, through the wind and rain threatening to spoil our weekend away, I was able to picture my wolf pack roaming through the hills and create a whole village in my mind.
Only today my boss told me how lucky I was to have a talent that whisked me away to all sorts of exciting places in my head. (Some might call me delusional.) She asked where I come up with my ideas and I honestly have no idea.
I guess I'm just lucky my imagination roams as freely as my Olcan Hills wolf pack.
So, I guess you might want to hear about my sexy, bad ass, wolf shifter, Caleb's arrival to Olcan Hills?
Here's the blurb:
The Wolf on the Hill -Blurb
Book one in The Wild Irish Wolves Series.
Can two stubborn wolf shifters let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?
Can two stubborn wolf shifters let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?
Lone wolf Caleb Jackson is only back in town long enough to sell his late father's house, and the bad memories with it. He never expected to find his mate.
Good girl Mia Blake never behaves badly. Except for the time she shifts into her wolf, chases a stranger through Olcan Hills, and has the hottest sex of her life on the forest floor.
He has no desire to settle down. She is afraid to upset her family. But, with someone determined to destroy Caleb's inheritance, and his secret fling with Mia getting hot and heavy, moving on isn't as easy as he'd hoped.
Can either of them let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?
Now if there's no-one looking over your shoulder you can read a sneak peek:
Excerpt *Warning: Contains Adult Only Content*
Rain soaked Mia’s fur as she bounded through the woods bordering the Olcan Hills, relishing every inch of earth mashed beneath her claws. Trees became nothing more than a blur as she raced by, running to find her release out here where she answered to no one but nature. This was freedom.
When she reached the top of the hill she came to a standstill and released her primal scream of frustration in a howl, unleashing everything she couldn’t say to her overbearing family, pouring every hidden truth of who she really was into one long mournful call.
In the distance, another wolf echoed her cry and answered with one of his own. This was the reason her mother despised her shifting into her wolf form. She went kind of crazy and forgot all sense of danger in the excitement. Exactly the reason why she did it in secret. And now, here she was, totally exposed in the Northern Irish countryside, crouched and listening out for the intruder’s approach.
Snapping twigs and rustling leaves marked his stealthy journey towards her but she stood her ground, regardless of how loudly her heart was beating in her ears. The wind carried his scent and raised the hackles along her spine when she sniffed the air. Another shifter, but one she didn’t recognise. Big bro would use her pelt for a rug if he found out she’d strayed beyond the boundary.
Amber eyes glowed in the dark shadows as the large grey wolf stalked through the forest. She bowed in submission. Even if she had a clue how to fight, he was double her size and twice as powerful. He growled a low warning and sniffed her with interest, his wet nose nudging her clammy fur. Did he expect her to roll over and show her belly? Pride wouldn’t let her, but she was careful not to make eye contact as he circled around her twice in case he took it as a challenge.
She only lifted her head when she saw him pad away, heading back to the cover of the trees. He stopped, looked back at her, and cocked his head to one side. When she didn’t move he returned and nipped her ear. She yelped in surprise and indignation. Of all the nerve!
The rules of engagement were abandoned in the heat of her outrage and, in a snarling frenzy, she launched herself at him. For an animal so large, the grey wolf moved gracefully, dodging her attack to race ahead and leaving Mia in dogged pursuit.
Tree branches tore at her skin as she ploughed heedlessly into the woodland, but the pain dulled in the exhilaration of the chase. As they wove their way through the undergrowth, Mia’s anger subsided to let her long-neglected sense of fun take over.
He wanted her to follow him. She knew that from the glances he kept throwing back at her. So she stopped and slipped quietly behind the stump of an uprooted oak, waiting to see what he would do. White wisps of steam escaped from her nostrils as she fought to get her breath back and suddenly the area seemed too quiet.
With a thud Grey leapt onto the tree stump, and leant back onto his haunches ready to pounce. Mia took off again and this time she was the hunted. She didn’t get very far before he sprang and knocked her off her feet.
In a tangle of limbs they rolled through the leafy debris of the forest floor, shifting into their human form as they came to rest, with her pinned to the ground by a hard, muscular, naked body.
"Well, that was fun." He grinned down at her, making no attempt to get off her, his green eyes full of mischief.
"If you say so." Mia’s heart still raced but she was at enough of a disadvantage wedged underneath him without admitting she enjoyed the capture as much as the chase.
"I didn’t hurt you, did I?" He bent his head to kiss the scratches marking her shoulder and suddenly the only ache she felt was hidden deep inside.
"No." She swallowed hard as he ventured closer to her already puckered nipples.
"Do you want me to stop?" His hot breath on her sensitive skin engulfed her in a tide of hormones she hadn’t been ruled by in a long time, if ever.
Maybe a piece of her wolf was still in her system, thriving on the excitement and danger, but she was horny, and ripe for the picking. "No."
With a need to touch, to taste this handsome stranger on her tongue, she manoeuvred enough room to free her hands and wind them into his dark blond hair, pulling him down into a kiss.
He massaged her breasts, first with his hand, quickly followed by his mouth. The sucking and licking around her straining pink tips made her arousal too great to bear. She writhed against him, wet and waiting, but he let her suffer further still whilst he covered her mounds in tiny, exquisite bites.
Bewitched by the woods and her fantasy lover, she swapped the dull reality of her life for this moment, cavorting like the sort of woodland nymph she longed to be. Someone who lived without fear of consequences or judgement.
She wanted him. Prim and proper Mia Blake, who never stepped out of line, was lying naked in the woods with a stranger’s erection pressing into her abdomen, and she loved it. A restlessness seized hold as her body cried out with need. Her limbs trembled, her fingers and toes curled, waiting for that final act of completion. As dusk settled around them and an ethereal fog swirled between the trees, she lost herself in the erotic dream and let him sink into her.
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Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.
Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike DVD long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.
And don't forget to check out her 'inspirations' on Pinterest ;)
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