By: Tracie Livesay
I’d be
lying if I told you I knew how all writers thought. I barely understand how my
mind works. LOL I’ve yet to have a story idea spring fully formed from my mind.
Sometimes it’s a notion, sometimes it’s a headline, sometimes it’s a . For my
debut novel, The Tycoon’s Socialite Bride,
I pictured the scene first. I had an image of an elegant, sophisticated woman
waiting outside of an executive’s office all day for a chance to talk with him.
Finally, when it was clear that she wasn’t going to be let in, she gets annoyed
and bursts into his office. I thought, what could that woman care so much about
that she would be willing to go to such an extreme?
Once I
had the answer to that question, I had my story. :)
Blurb:
To avenge his mother’s mistreatment at the hands of her
upper-crust employer, self-made real estate tycoon Marcus Pearson needs entree
into their exclusive world. When D.C. socialite Pamela Harrington comes to him
for help, Marcus realizes the golden admission ticket he’s been seeking has
suddenly fallen into his lap.
Pamela will do anything to save her favorite cause, even agree
to a marriage of convenience. The altruistic “it-girl” isn’t worried about the
pretend passion with Marcus turning real; she’s sworn off powerful, driven men
who use her for her family’s connections.
So she’ll deny the way her pulse races with one look from his
crystalline blue eyes. And he’ll ignore the way his body throbs with each kiss
from her full lips. Because there’s no way he’ll lose his blue-collar heart to
the blue-blooded beauty.
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Excerpt:
But
Marcus Pearson was unlike anything or anyone she’d ever experienced. She didn’t
know how to explain the draw she had to him. She’d never understood the power
of passion, how it could make you do things you’d never thought possible. Even
now, a part of her wanted more from him.
The
knowledge that she possessed so little self-control terrified her. She pushed
away from him, her desperate strength clearly catching him off guard. Gathering
her courage, she forced herself to look at him. A slight flush covered his
cheekbones and his jaw was a slab of granite. His hair, the only soft thing
about him, was a disheveled cascade against his forehead. His eyes bored into
hers and she wanted to give in to their demand, but she couldn’t do that to
herself again.
She
wouldn’t.
“You’ve
made your point,” she said.
“I
don’t know.” His erection was an impressive imprint against his shorts. “The
runner is stuck on third. He wants to come home.”
“You
mean score.”
“That’s
the object of the game.”
“Not
this game.”
“Are
you sure? That’s not what it felt like a moment ago.”
A
cleansing brace of anger rushed through her, rebuilding the chinks in her
armor, fortifying her decision. “I’m positive.”
He
stared at her with a look full of awareness. As though he knew how weak her
defenses were and was debating whether he would press forward for surrender.
Finally, with a decision made, he smoothed his hands through his hair, bringing
order to the chaos.
“We
should be going. The maintenance crew will need to get out here and prepare the
field for the game tomorrow and we don’t want to keep them late.”
He
surprised her with the thoughtfulness of that statement. He was a complex
mixture of arrogance and consideration, ruthlessness and charm. The wedding was
in two days. Was that enough time to perfect her mask of indifference? Was such
a thing possible with him?
“Hey
Pamela,” he called, when she’d started back toward the tunnel entrance.
She
turned, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of him standing with the
field behind him.
“There’s
one more reason baseball is like sex.”
She
waited.
“There’s
no time limit. You play until the game is over. And some games can go on for a
very long time.”
Bio:
Tracey
Livesay wrote her first romance novel at the age of eleven, called “The Healing
Power of Love.” With a detour through college and law school--where she met her
husband on the very first day--she’s finally achieved her dream of being a
published author. She lives in Virginia with said husband and three kids. For
info on her upcoming releases or to chat about TV, movies and/or purses you can
check out her website (traceylivesay.com) or find her on Facebook (TraceyLivesayAuthor)
and Twitter (@tlivesay).
Thank you for having me today. :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm often curious where writers get their inspiration for a story so thanks for sharing this post. Not being a writer, it's always a bit of a wonder to me.
ReplyDeleteYour book sounds great!