Monday, February 20, 2012

Novel Inspirations



I’m not sure where plotters get their inspirations. During a recent conversation with a plotter, she said she thinks in terms of umbrella themes and plots that then lead her to characters, their goals and their conflicts—both internal and external.

Just thinking about all that mental labor makes me tired. But it certainly accounts for that author’s depth of character and intricate storylines.

As for pantser me:

Many of my story inspirations begin in bed. Not because I’m an erotic fantasy writer doing research… When making love, I ‘m totally in the moment.

My subconscious self, however, may have conjured two people arguing at the top of their lungs. That argument may provide their external conflict and may also be part of their own internal issues. Either conflict may or may not have led to the argument. At this point, I haven’t a clue. I just have these characters who need to resolve their issues—whatever they may be.

News stories or magazine articles sometimes inspire stories. A romantic suspense I’m still noodling on raises its hand and beckons with enticing, bejeweled fingers every presidential election year. Another romantic suspense that I’ve written and sold came from an article about emerald mining in Colombia. It Takes a Thief came out of that article. I’m hoping to see it release from Ellora’s Cave (EC) in 2012.

Sometimes another author’s work inspires me. I’m not talking about plagiarism, but something more like a spin-off. Mary Stewart’s Arthurian Quartet (The Crystal Cave, The Hollow Hills, etc.) not only left me awestruck but reluctant to let go of the magic. Whether hers or Merlin’s I can’t say.

Anyway, those books led me to write a Regency and a Victorian sequel sort of rooted in those Arthurian legends. Both sucked. But someday I may resurrect them as erotic fantasies.

My first erotic novel and first ever sale was inspired by a short story by Charlotte Boyett-Campo titled The Windsday Club. Only two chapters long, it made me hot. It made me laugh. It made me wonder if I could write something that funny, that sexually arousing.

Apparently I could. Ellora’s Cave (EC) bought Passion’s Four Towers (PFT) and the rest, as they say, is history.

Your own work can inspire you. For example, I set myself up to write a sequel to Passion’s Four Towers—maybe even more than a couple of sequels. But when I finished I had a problem. Two of my secondary heroes had let themselves be led into sexual satiation. Which meant my sequel went into the toilet.

Lucky for me, my heroines’ dead mother rescued me. Kerrie dragged her ghostly chains, wailed like a banshee and in general made herself a pain in the… She kept at me until I wrote Kerrie’s Quest for Passion (KQ). That filled my time until Gerard and Edgar had recovered enough to take their heroic roles in Passion’s Twins (PT).

And then, due to circumstances beyond my control…

Between writing KQ’s and PT, Angela Lansbury’s Murder, She Wrote caught me in the what if of virtual reality. Sexy Hercules star Kevin Sorbo played a VR designer accused of murder. The crime aspect didn’t inspire me, but the VR did.

That’s when I set out to become the Sue Grafton of erotic fantasies. Since every series needs a foundation story, I wrote His Virtual Virgin, followed by a sojourn I’m still taking through the alphabet. I’m up to G—His Virtual Gift—which released February 15, 2012 from eXtasy Books.

Your publisher may also inspire you to write a themed story. EC did and I wrote four short stories/novellas around food and the arts. EC didn’t buy one of them, but eXtasy Books contracted for all four. In fact, I now have a series called Sensuous Seasonings.

Chapter members may also inspire stories. I have almost total recall of hooking up with SVR members at the Denver RWA national convention in 2000. We were talking about what we were writing and I described a plot I was noodling on and our own resident humorist, Judy Ashley said, “Oh, so you’re writing Saving Ryan’s Privates—which became my first sale to eXtasy Books.

Sometimes there’s just something in the air. How often have you seen stories by different authors that have the same core theme? Over the fifteen plus years I pursued becoming published, I’ve encountered this phenomena a lot. I don’t know if Laurel K. Hamilton got her inspiration for Jean-Claude from Anne Rice, but it’s easy to think that’s what inspired her vampire stories. And Shanna Abe’s magical, marvelous Drakons could certainly have inspired shape-shifting dragons.

Obviously, I’m a fan of all these talented authors.

Faces. I based a couple of my heroines on a little girl with reddish-blonde hair and sea-foam green eyes I saw on a cruise up the Sacramento River. A craggy-featured old man missing some teeth might inspire my next excursion into VR.

All this is by way of saying inspiration can come from anywhere. You just need to listen and look.

BTW, those two covers at the top are from my most recent releases. Check them out at eXtasy Books.

Dee Brice

Erotic Fantasies Where Nothing is Forbidden

Friday, January 20, 2012

Blatant Promotion


My latest in the Virtual Seduction series releases on Valentine's Day. Hope this blurb will whet your appetite and you'll join Jynx and Kemen as they try to save three galaxies and fall in love.

February 14, 3000: The destruction of the universe is at hand, unless their burning passion can grow into trust... and love.

Traveling through space to a secret rendezvous point, Venusian Princess Jynx can't help but dream of the sexy prince she has been ordered to negotiate a treaty with and to marry. The Triangulum Prince Kemen is fascinated by the beautiful princess, but he is keeping a secret that threatens their galaxies' existence.

Their negotiations with each other and with the third galaxy believed to be a threat don't seem to be going anywhere, but Jynx and Kemen's passion builds to peaks of ecstasy in dreams and in person. But their shared nightmares portend complete annihilation.

Even with destruction looming, on the most romantic day in the universe, what can a man give a woman who has everything?

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Research! Because someone must...go to France!

From collection at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio, TX
I am planning a new book. And the research delights me.
I've done all the "book learning" about it and sat in far too many dusty libraries. At Walter Reed Army Medical Center. At the National Archives in Washington. At Carlysle Barracks in Carlysle, PA. I've also   gone to The Imperial War Museum in London and gathered invaluable experience.
In all these wonderful places, I've read letters and reports. I've looked at old old photos. Catalogued them.
Learned about medical practices during wartime.
And now I am prepping for my last bit of research.
A FIELD TRIP!
To France!
So excited I cannot stand myself.
But yes, I am going to France for 3 weeks to take pictures, visit battlefields and learn the terrain. Literally.
I have lists, cross referenced with facts, ready to be woven into an accurately portrayed novel.
In the 1980s, I wrote this book and allllllllmost published it. Made a lot of people happy, astonished and interested.  So much so that these people remember this book VIVIDLY.
Now, after more than sixty published novels and novellas, I am a much better writer and this time, when I finish this book, I know there will be an audience for it.
"War Horse" tells me so. "Downton Abbey" does, too. I am certain there will be more pointing to the fact that the public will now see the first World War as a subject that bears honest scrutiny and that it should be studied for what it tells us about ourselves, good and bad.
And what of my novel?
The time period? 1917-1918.
The place? America and in France with the AEF, American Expeditionary Forces.
The subject my friends cannot forget? A woman's view of World War I.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Well, this blog is pretty well finished...

It's time to mosey on into the sunset...this blog, that is.

When nearly thirty authors dwindle down to three or so, it's time to disband a co-op blog, I think.  So goodbye, my friends.  

Take care, and if any of you decide to continue here,  good luck.


Fran Lee

Monday, December 26, 2011

Hope your Christmas was wonderful!


is now available over at Ellora's Cave!

Visit my book page for the blurb and the excerpt.  Since this is a PG-13 blog, I don't want to shock any readers. LOL!

The New Year is coming quickly and I have made my resolutions...submit at least one book every two months...get my lazy fanny busy. I have been so buried in other things, I have neglected my writing.  Time to get busy.

I am wondering, dear friends, why we are continuing this blog.  Only 35 posts have been left here in the entire year 2011.  So sad!  No one bothers to come over and comment or read other author's posts.  I have read all of the comments that have been left, and have deleted many of them that have nothing to do with the post, but have been advertisements left as "comments" by companies wanting to promote their own products...which have absolutely nothing to do with romance.  Sigh.

After this post, I am removing myself from membership on this blog group.  I am sorry, but there is so little interest in it, and we get NO exposure from it (except an occasional spammer) it appears to be of no value anymore.  Dee, Cerise, and those who have bothered to come and post, I salute you.  Contact me if you are truly interested in continuing to post here. 

Hugs, and Happy Holidays!
Fran Lee

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Revisions Rock


They do—at least according to Kelli Gwen, inspirational romance writer and Sacramento Valley Rose chapter member.

Today I stood at the beginning of that rocky path—massive revisions to a contracted manuscript that has been waiting for months. I wasn’t avoiding the task. My editor and I had agreed to leave it alone until after the holidays. She had a pile of manuscripts to edit. I had a couple of stories to write for another publisher, so the delay worked for both of us.

Truth is, I started the revisions several months ago. Truth is, I had to fight myself not to focus on them, throw myself into them wholeheartedly. Discipline—which I usually lack—kept me intent on where I needed to be—on those two other stories.

Now…A prologue is drafted and I’m actually feeling the same anticipation, the same joy as when I wrote the story the first time.

But first… Yep, that second story I wrote for another publisher needs revisions before I can send it off. Hopefully, I can keep my enthusiasm for that one as I have for the one still sitting here…waiting.

The wonderful cover is for my December 15, 2011 release from eXtasy Books. It has a holiday there if you want a hot holiday gift for your significant other. Drop by my website to read an excerpt: deebrice.com.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Dee Brice

Erotic Fantasies Where Nothing is Forbidden

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Christmas Stories for .99

Available on Kindle and Barnes and Noble  for your holiday fun! Only .99



Blurb:
Nick has fought his attraction to Emily since the summer. Work and other commitments have kept him from pursuing a relationship. Christmas is upon them and Nick finds he has free time on his hands. He devices a little plan to get her sexy body prepared for what he hopes will be a night of passion she’ll never forget.

Someone is sending Emily erotic toys. The naughty notes attached are charging her dormant body to life with promises of red hot sex. She’s not sure who her secret Santa is, but if he’s truly following the Twelve Days of Christmas she’s about to find out.

Will Emily succumb to this Naughty St. Nick?

Excerpt:

Emily pattered over to the front door. She peered through the peephole.

"Hmmm, I swear I heard the doorbell." She threw opened the door against the bitter cold of the winter storm brewing outside. Shivering, she bent over the threshold and glanced in both directions. Her skin pebbled from the snowflakes landing on her bare arms.

"Strange, I know the doorbell rang." She was about to close the door when she noticed a small brown box, sitting off to the right.

Intrigued, she placed a sock covered foot into the icy snow and retrieved the box. She quickly slammed the door and hurried back to her blanket on the couch. She nestled under the red fuzzy blanket. Turning the box in her hands she looked for an addressee.

"Nothing." She couldn’t help but wonder if it were meant for her or if someone left it on her doorstep mistakenly. She shook the box. Something bounced around inside.
Unable to fight her curiosity any longer she tore open the package. There inside was a mistletoe-colored finger butt plug, with little white snowmen on it. Tingling sensations warmed her body straight down to her core. Thoughts of teasing the rim of her ass with the humming vibrator tantalized her.

She needed to know who sent it. Digging deeper into the box she searched for a card or anything cluing her in to who the sender was. She found a tiny note card that read:

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave me to, one butt plug a hummin’.

Emily thought she’d explode into orgasm right then and there. The idea of someone wanting to charge her ass to life enthralled her. Filled with an arousal that ran deep, Emily knew she had to pleasure herself.

Heat from the flames crackling in the fireplace warmed her chilled body, smoothing her skin. The television blared in the background, but Emily tuned it out. She’d been watching a movie about a money heist on a train or something crazy. It hadn’t held her attention. Turning the plug over in her hands, she found something that gripped her total attention. She couldn’t imagine who would send her something so erotic.

Settling into the pillow she closed her eyes and pictured the guy from Six A, as the bearer of her gift. His wavy blond hair and those piercing green eyes charged her body. She’d fantasized about him a few times. Oh who was she kidding she masturbated to the image of his shit eating grin too many times to count.

Emily longed to run her hand over his taunt abs. She wanted to trace a finger along the vee that disappeared below the trim of his pants to see if it went down to his cock, which she knew would be large and bulging. It seemed hard to believe she’d been drooling over him since summer.

After she witnessed his body in scant clothing she wanted a piece of him.




Blurb:

Meg Trainor has one wish for Christmas every year: Two men who will fulfill all her fantasies.


Santa's in a giving mood this year.

Brothers and co-owners of Turquoise Toys, Brad and Shane Griffin will give her a Christmas she'll never forget.