By Azura Ice (Guest Blogger)
Hi. I’m a smarta** and I know it.
Many of my readers will tell me how
much they love the snappy dialog and verbal humor in my books. I’m
a natural smartalec. I use the tame version of the word here, lol,
but in all honesty I am a major smarta**. Don’t confuse the meaning
with the bad definition. My sarcasm and flippant words aren’t used
as weapons—well, maybe if someone ticks me off. Okay, yeah. Every
time someone ticks me off. However, I’m naturally goofy and have a
warped sense of humor, so when I’m talking with someone, the
smart-alecky part of me comes out and I don’t even realize it until
the other person is cracking up.
So the bam-bam-bam dialog in my books
comes naturally.
My family calls me blunt. I am, but mix
that with wicked sarcasm and it can be an interesting combination.
The other day my oldest son (21) took a heavy, red bowl from the
cabinet.
“I used to have a set of these at my
place,” he said. “Well, ‘cept they were clear, not red.”
I looked up from my laptop.
“You know,” he continued.
“See-through. You could see right through—”
“Yes, I’m quite aware what the word
“clear” means.”
He started laughing. “Why do you have
to be a smarta** all the time?”
“You’re the one who had to give me
the definition of clear,” I countered.
“See?” By this time he’s
flustered and forgot what he was doing. “You’re doing it again.”
By that time, I was laughing.
Earlier that same morning he was in the
shower and I hear, “MOM!”
I poke my head in the bathroom. He
looks back at me through a crack in the shower curtain and has blood
dripping from his nose. “The bottom of the tub has blood all over
it and I can’t figure out where it’s coming from!”
“You have a nosebleed, you big goof,”
I reply.
“Jeez, Mom, I just saw the blood but
couldn’t find a cut anywhere on me. I didn’t know I had a
nosebleed.”
“Well,” I snapped back, “If you
would keep your finger out of your nose maybe it wouldn’t do that.”
“MOM!”
Laughing, I shut the door.
Snappy dialog might come easy to me,
but I have to say that it really helps propel a story. Even in
romantic scenes, a li’l humor can aid in giving the scene
believability, making it realistic. And if it’s super sexy, a bit
of quick humor gives much-needed relief when it’s boom chicka wow
wow. Seriously, you can only climax so many times while reading
before you need to rest.
{GASP!} Yes, I really did say that,
lol.
Check out Darkest Kiss, Darkest
Bliss and see what sort of fire-cracker remarks my character,
Deirdre, has in regards to some female competition. After all, when
another woman makes a play for your guy, you gotta arm yourself with
whatever it takes to put her in her place...even if it is behind her
back, lol.
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Deirdre loves Malachi, but the warning
about his wandering heart has come true.
Shoved into a situation that tears
Deirdre apart, she prays her suspicions about her husband are wrong.
Glimpses of a powerful, handsome black man tantalize her, and his
deep voice comes to her at unexpected times. Who is this stranger and
how does he seem to always know when she needs him? The more Malachi
follows his wandering heart, the more Deirdre finds herself drawn to
her ghostly companion.
Soon it’s clear her husband has no
intention of rectifying his playboy ways, so Deirdre turns to her
grandmother’s book of Voodoo and faerie magic for help. Can she
summon the power to keep Malachi with her…or will true love and
magic from long ago release a new and powerful love?
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