Straight off today, it’s my absolute pleasure to get all the hamstahs in order, after the recent mayhem….AND the taking of ADVANCE book orders…yes….excuse me? For a Christmas Hamster and A Hamster Carol?
to welcome an extra special gal…..
What can I say about Ince? Apart from the fact we were aspiring unpublished writers together, keeping one another sane–something you know I’m not– not to mention being in that fishpond together and she’s a damn good friend?
Well, she’s also a damned fabulous writer and today, after waiting for what seemed like eternity….. take it away Dook …
It’s RELEASE DAY for her very first book!!!!!!!!!
Fast, sch-mart and furious let me tell you. I LOVE IT. And I’m so touched by her dedication…I’VE GOT TO SHOW IT!! Ince is here today with a special blog post. OOOOOH…all about the dangers of sex… In Books. And you thought they were safe to read? Take it away INCY…………………
Shehanne cannot be held responsible for the shameless ramblings of my psyche from which I offer a tongue-in-cheek caution against using trite phrases when writing. Yup, we are all guilty and we need to try harder. Why? Because some images just don’t bear thinking about. For example, take the following:
Seems innocuous enough, we’ve all read similar variations on this description of hitting orgasm, male or female. But take a closer look at the word ‘exploded’ and consider the ramifications of what this would mean in actuality. To illustrate, I’ll add a sentence.
Hmm…not quite the sexy image intended. Here’s another, my current favourite, the grossly over used, ‘shattered’.
She shattered in his arms… Well hell, every time I read this phrase (way too often for my liking), I want to chime in and add to the inevitable wails of ecstasy, ‘Mind the frigging shards of glass!’
(how very unfortunate, and not a little disconcerting)
She rolled her eyes…(not doing this one, it has been done before, but think game of marbles)
Without breathing… (so she’s dead then?)
He ploughed her lady-garden planting seed…
nope, not even gonna comment, because I found one even worse.
Her secret inner canal…
this one is so bad, I feel no guilt at dissecting it. For a start, a canal is a man-made feat of engineering, a trench dug with the toil and sweat of navvies—how very romantic.
Two: given the way he was strumming a Hendrix solo in said canal, there was precious little’ secret’ about it. Three, and here I am really plumbing the absurd, how many people have you encountered with ‘canals’ on the outside, let alone the inside?
And the point of this lecture? Well, bore your reader with sloppy phrasing and trite images or paint a spade purple because wood/steel is too prosaic, and the hole you dig might just be big enough in which to bury yourself. For good. Because the reader won’t be coming back for more, no matter how gripping the plot or how fascinating the characters.
Thanks for thinking, and as an aside, if you are easily riled by statements/suggestions that women are a bimbo-brained, sub-species, avoid researching the ‘Careless talk costs lives’ propaganda campaign used in Britain during WWII. Took me ages to find the image below which at least acknowledged men could be equally ‘loose-lipped’—umm, I’ve yet to kiss anyone with loose lips.
Thank you Incy. What do I have to say about this book?
1. Setting… Uniquely for it’s suspense genre it’s got a Brit setting. ♥
2. Pacing. Thats fast. In fact I’d say it’s fast schmart and furious. There is never a dull moment. the action ratchets up with every scene and never stops. ♥
3 The characters. Are not just gritty and real–I expected no less of Ince and she delivered in spades—Nick’s so into Anna and he won’t let himself be. He won’t let himself be a lot of things because of the man he believes he is inside. I ain’t spoiling this saying whether he is that man or not. Anna is a tough, independent cookie. But she’s never gotten over him. Ever. AWWW. ♥
4 The background. Their background is a tough one. I like how they were fostered themselves and the book is about..well it’s not all about that…but there’s a baby involved ok…and the route Anna’s gone down to have it is a nice touch given their backgrounds. These backgrounds aren’t just foster care, Nick’s is that horrendous something he’s been trying to overcome all his life. ♥
5 The heat index… Oh yeah.. Suspense isn’t all about the sex scenes or the lovey dove but it’s purty clear from chapter one Anna is a magnet for Nick and us the man drawn. ♥
Overall, it’s a knock out. A stunning debut and I can’t wait to read more by Ince.
Pop over and read author Jane Hunt’s review if you don’t believe me.
Congratulations Incy you got there. I always knew you would. And please pop over tomorrow to Furious Unravelings where Lady Fury will be interviewing Nick Marshall… I do hope he survives… http://furiousunravelings.wordpress.com
‘Anna Key Marshall is about to get what she’s always wanted: a baby. Granted, it’s through a sperm donor instead of her ex-husband, but you can’t have everything. She has no idea why someone wants her dead, but she’ll do whatever it takes to protect her unborn child—even if it means turning to her ex, the Black Ops specialist who broke her heart.
Five years ago, British Intelligence agent Nick Marshall slammed the door on the woman who betrayed him. But now Anna’s back in his life with a vengeance, pregnant and full of attitude. He’d like nothing better than to walk away, but with her life on the line, he has no choice but to do what he does best—protect her at all costs.
As old wounds resurface, Nick begins to doubt his version of what went down with Anna so long ago. And he begins to believe they might have a second chance together. But with Anna’s would-be killer on the loose—it will take the full force and fury of his protective instincts, fueled by a powerful love he can’t leave behind, to hold on to the woman he still loves.
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