First, I’d like to take this opportunity to wish each of you a very Merry Christmas. I hope your holiday is filled with peace, joy, love, and most of all, lots of laughter! I’ve had a wonderful year, in no small part because of you…my wonderful readers, friends and fans. THANK YOU!
Today, I’d like to re-introduce a special guest who’s been with us a few times here on Laugh, Love, Read. And, because her books are filled with not only sass and sexiness, but love, emotion, and angels, I thought she’d be a great way to send us off into the Christmas holiday. Please welcome, my friend (and assistant!) Shauna Allen, and be sure to stick around and comment because I’m giving away TEN copies of her newest book, Wounded Wings!
Hi Christie and fans! Thank you SO much for having me back yet again, what an honor! I’m super thrilled to be here celebrating the release of my latest book, Wounded Wings, and especially as we ease into the Holiday season.
For blogs and interviews, I’m often asked ‘How do you come up with your stories?’ or ‘Where did you get the idea for your angels?’ That is a great question. And I don’t really have a good answer. After all, how do you explain the human imagination? But, what I can tell you is that after writing a few other manuscripts, I was tinkering with the beginning to a new one. I didn’t know what I was going to write about yet, I was pretty much just free-writing and seeing what would come out on the page. Well, that day, the prologue to Inked by an Angel, the first of my Cupid Chronicles flowed out of me, including the fateful line, spoken by my hero: “The Angel made me do it.”
Now, at the time, I had no idea why I’d written that, what angel he was talking about, or what the heck I was gonna do about it. I just wrote what came out of my heart.
So, I sat back, thought about it a while, and eventually, Michael my matchmaking Cupid was born. Then I wrote an entire book, and eventually an entire series, around him and that one little line of dialogue. Pretty magical if you ask me.
So, I finished writing that story and ended up falling in love with my hero and heroine and my angels. (Yes, there’s more than one!) And, I decided this would be a trilogy. Work on book two, The Halo Effect, commenced . . . Awesome!
Now, fast forward several months. Fate, the wonder that she is, brought me into orbit with the wonderful Hope Ramsay and Carla Kempert. They listened to the tale of my angels and were intrigued. But, they started asking me tough questions . . . things I’d never asked myself. Things like ‘What rules do the angels have to follow?’ and ‘What’s the worst thing an angel can do?’
Uh, I dunno.
That was a fateful day.
Out of that one conversation, my angels’ entire world was deepened, their Commandments were created, and most importantly, a very specific angel began to take shape in my mind. One who had done the “worst” thing an angel could do. At least to him. And I had to know what happened next. So, Elijah and his story of redemption, and ultimately true love, was born.
I decided to write Wounded Wings and bump my originally planned third book and make it a four-part series instead. And, I have to say it was one of the most emotional and joyous experiences I’ve had as a writer to date. I hope you’ll pick up your own copy, and if you do, I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing about my wounded angel. What can I say? The Angel made me do it.
P.S. As a little gift to you today, here’s one of my favorite excerpts from the book. Enjoy!
Eli gripped her chin and forced her to look up at him. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, indicating the space between them.
Was she sure about what?
Naomi stared into his deep, dark, endless eyes and tried to fathom what in the world he was talking about. But, for the life of her, she was lost. Her emotional radar felt skewed as her heart raced to the rhythm of her zipping nerves.
He stepped closer, his breath mingling with hers. Sweet. A hint of chocolate. She licked her dry lips and his eyes dipped to watch the motion of her tongue.
His hand, still on her chin, moved to cup her neck. She automatically gripped his waist.
Please, her mind screamed. Please kiss me without retreating and calling me a sin.
He seemed to read her thoughts.
He dipped his head and nuzzled the corner of her lips. She sucked in a breath and squeezed a fistful of his T-shirt.
He sucked on her full lower lip then trailed to the other side of her mouth. “. . . because I’m not . . .” he whispered against her cheek.
Her eyes fluttered open. “You’re not what?”
He rested his forehead against hers until they were nose to nose. “Sure.”
She flexed her fingers, gripping his shirt tighter. “About what, exactly?”
His eyes closed momentarily. “You.” He opened his eyes. “Me. Us.”
And women were supposed to be the ones who overthought everything. “Well, I’m not, either. But not everything is a sure bet. Why can’t we just enjoy each other right now? Leave what happens tomorrow for tomorrow.” She pecked a kiss to his frowning lips. “Don’t be so serious, Eli. I know nothing’s forever.”
If anything, his brows dipped further. “Really?”
She tugged his pelvis toward her until they were as close as they could be with clothes on. “Yes. Really. Now kiss me again.”
He studied her face for a few seconds as if trying to see if she was serious. She smiled and shoved back any doubt. He was a temporary treasure. Perfection for her to hold today. And she fully intended to do just that. The possible pain of losing him could wait. She’d be stronger tomorrow, after another taste of him. She sucked it up and tipped her face in silent invitation.
Finally, something clicked in his features and she felt the melting in his muscles as he relaxed into her arms. He hugged her tighter and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that whipped through her system, as potent as any drug. As his tongue parted the seam of her lips, there was no mistaking the possession of his body around hers. Or the response of her heart.
Can a Cupid lead a fallen brother to love? Is such redemption possible?
Wounded Wings: Book III of the Cupid Chronicles
Available now at Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/nt85v3h
Wow! Thank you, Shauna! Love it!
Now it’s your turn…tell us about something joyous you’ve experienced, then check back next week and see if you’re one of the TEN lucky winners of Wounded Wings! Good luck!
Shauna grew up an only child with two open and loving parents in Central Texas. She’s married to her high school sweetheart and is the mother to three fantastic (no, that’s not a typo!) teenagers—one she’s about to send off to the Air Force.
When she’s not writing, editing, or acting as a personal assistant to two NYT Bestselling authors, Shauna enjoys reading, movies with Gerard Butler, vacays to the beach, and hangin’ with the kiddos–even if they don’t like hangin’ with her!
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