I’ve been sitting here trying to think of something profound and fascinating for my post here on 69 Shades of Smut. These folks give me a lot to live up to! And yet I haven’t been able to come up with anything.
That happens a lot in writing, too. Authors don’t just magically come up with stories to tell. The ideas have to come from somewhere. That’s where inspiration comes in.
Personally, I find inspiration just about anywhere. And sometimes in very odd places. I’m currently working on an M/M contemporary romance novel about a musician/office grunt who’s a recovering alcoholic, who falls in love with a drag queen who’s an oxycodone addict. I came up with the story while watching the movie version of the musical Rent. The relationship between Roger and Mimi twisted itself around in my brain, and then my imagination sprinkled in a bit of the dynamic between Collins and Angel, and there we had it. (And if you have no idea what I’m talking about, I highly recommend the movie.)
Recently a random conversation led to a plot bunny. I overheard my daughter asking my husband, “Why do you have a picture of a guy’s butt on your phone?” Long story short, hubby had taken a photo of the not-so-concealed handgun his coworker, a licensed gun instructor, carries with him. In a holster. Over his ass. I posted daughter’s question as my Facebook status, and the next thing I knew, between some friends and my hubby, who had to join the fun, we had a gay-for-you story all set about a firearms instructor and one of his students.
Not everything is inspired in such unusual ways. My Christmas novella The Alpha’s Bride was much simpler. In my heterosexual paranormal novel Beta Test, from Passion in Print Press (http://www.passioninprint.com/ShowBook.php?10=KC_BETATEST), Justin Ruel and Tareth McConnell have a happy ending. But I didn’t feel like their story was completely done. So I talked my editor into letting me write the rest of the story for Christmas. And I’ll share an excerpt from it in just a minute.
If you’d like to find out more about me and the books that random things have inspired, you can visit my website at http://www.karennacolcroft.com; friend me on Facebook, https://www.facebook.com/karenna.colcroft, or follow me on Twitter, @KarennaColcroft.
And by the way, have you voted yet in the Love Romances Café Best of 2012 awards? There are some amazing authors and books nominated… including yours truly. My M/M paranormal series Real Werewolves Don’t Eat Meat is nominated for Best Series, and I’m up for Best GLBT Author! If you haven’t voted yet and are a member of the Love Romances Café Yahoo loop, I hope you’ll vote for your favorite books and authors at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LoveRomancesCafe/polls.
Werewolf Alpha Justin Ruel had believed he could never be a father, since werewolf females can’t carry children to term. But his mate Tareth McConnell is human. Tareth fears telling Justin she’s pregnant. They’ve known each other only three months, and although they’re true mates, she worries that it’s too soon for a child.
When Tareth confesses the truth to Justin, he’s thrilled. Knowing that he will have a child is the best Christmas gift he could have received. And with his pack’s help, Justin plans to make Tareth’s Christmas just as memorable.
Right now, the only thing that mattered was seeing his mate. Holding her. Breathing her scent. Feeling her skin against his.
His cock started to stiffen at the thought of Tareth naked beneath him. Supper could wait. He needed her.
He walked into the living room and caught his breath at the sight before him. Lit only by the small white Christmas lights around the windows and on the tiny tree which took up one of their end tables, Tareth stood wearing the red satin chemise he’d bought her a few weeks earlier. Its jewel-toned color suited her deep brown hair and light complexion perfectly.
Not that she needed to wear anything special to make him want her. From the first time he’d seen her, he’d known this beautiful woman was his. The fact that she’d agreed still astonished him.
They were true mates, but his love for her was even stronger than the mating bond. When he was away from her for even a few hours, he keenly felt a piece of him missing. Now, home and in her presence, his world was set right again. None of the stress mattered. He was here with the woman he loved, and that love filled the room.
Along with something more primal. She knew what he needed from her, and from the way the chemise hugged her curves, he suspected she wore nothing beneath it.
The shy smile she gave him confirmed it. “Welcome home.”
“Mmm.” He could think of no other response. He simply stared at her, drinking in the gorgeous sight. Desire raced through him and his entire being hungered to touch her. Sheer lust hardened his cock and brought his wolf to the surface. He closed the distance between himself and his mate in two long strides and crushed her against him, inhaling deeply.
She was aroused too. He could smell it as well as feel it in the way she melted against him. Her nipples protruded against the chemise and he pulled back from her enough to run a thumb over one. She gasped and shivered, and Justin grinned. “Turned on, are you?”
She reached up and slipped his braided hair through her fingers, looking into his eyes. The tenderness and intimacy of her touch always got to him. He closed his eyes and took another breath.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come home,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “I hoped you wouldn’t be long. I’ve wanted you all day.”
“We could have had a quickie in my office,” he teased.
“Yeah, and every shifter in the place would have known exactly what we were doing.” She shook her head. “Priscilla would have been pounding on the door, and everyone else would have been laughing at their Alpha for not being able to wait till he got home to fuck his mate.”
“Priscilla needs to get over herself.” He stroked her hair. “I don’t care what any of them think. You’re beautiful and sexy and I can barely keep my hands off you when I’m around you all day at work.”
“Same here.” She pressed herself against him and wrapped her arms tightly around him. He sighed as the last of his anger left him, replaced by pure raw hunger.