That means I get to do two things – tell all my readers about my current work in progress (my Next Big Thing), and tag some more peeps to tell you about their next big thing!
And… (drumroll) the authors I’m tagging are:
Here are my answers to the Next Big Thing questions:
What is your working title of your book? Aria Returns
Where did the idea come from for the book? Hubs and I (who write erotic romance together under our pen name) have always loved Aria, the Love Goddess from our very first published book, Colors of the Night. We tend to think she just might be real, and we know she has lots more stories to tell. The kernel of this one has been niggling at us ever since Aria materialized out of the Northern Lights in her erotic romance debut.
What genre does your book fall under? No surprise here – it’s erotic romance, with m/f, f/f, and three way menage f/f/m and m/f/m.
What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book? Amber Heath doesn’t believe in magic, much less a Love Goddess – can Aria reach her in time to help her heal and claim the love that’s waiting for her?
Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency? This book is under contract (yay!) with Extasy Books and will be released some time in 2013. Here’s its fabulous cover, by Martine Jardin:
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? Good question – since it’s not quite finished! We’ve been working on this one off and on for a while – we hit a snag making the ending come out just right. Sometimes you have to set something aside until the characters are ready to speak to you. They’ve spoken, and we’re madly polishing the final draft as I write!
What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest? Time travel, exotic locations and experiences – and the challenge of forging a real relationship in this reality.
The moment grabbed me from out of nowhere. Hubs and I were walking in the neighborhood (a daily practice, whenever weather permits). We rounded the corner, scuffed through the rustling golden maple leaves that had magically carpeted the sidewalk since only yesterday, and I was suddenly a five year old child in the front yard of the house I grew up in, where four mature sugar maple trees dropped their colorful bounty just for me, without fail, every autumn. A child’s paradise!
I’ve been thinking about the moment and about writing fiction – about the power of our sensory memory to transport us across time and distance, about the power of sensuous imagery to propel us into the moment. Four of my five senses were involved (well, okay, I never tasted them, now or as a child :)). Any sense by itself might have sufficed, but the combination was compelling. You can scuffle all sorts of other leaves in your path, but maple leaves have a light crisp sound all their own. It must be the sugar in them that creates their unique scent – I can smell them coming, and I wait for it every autumn. There’s the common musky autumn dried leaf scent, but there’s an added punch if it’s maple. The touch? Well, I didn’t pile them up for a tumble (they were my neighbor’s leaves, after all), but I did pick one up, crumble it in my hand and remember. And the sight – the intense color of any single leaf, the transformation of entire neighborhoods from green to gold (some years, mixed with some red and orange.)
Skillful authors use these details to pull us into the scenes they’re creating – here’s to more sensory images in everything we read, write, and do! And here’s a little taste of the autumn bounty from our neighborhood ~ the end of the lane, the view from our deck, and across the road from the front of our house: