Monday, June 29, 2015

Would I Be as Sweet? The Day I Received My Nom de Plume #WritersSecrets

By any other name
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." - Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)

In the grand tradition of Mark Twain, George Eliot, and Dr. Seuss, I have chosen to use a nom de plume. I did so not only to preserve some modicum of privacy in our Instagram world but also so as not to embarrass my grown daughters, who might not want their friends to know their mother could write a love scene. (By their estimation, I have had sex exactly twice since two of them are a set of twins.) Often I am asked how I chose the name "Colette," so today I will tell you how the name was bestowed upon me. These events occurred over twenty years ago, and I promise, they are all true.

As with most stories, mine began when my ex-husband went to a party. He called me early the next day in a highly excitable state, which in and of itself is not so unusual except in this case he wanted to tell me about the psychic he had met the night before. By this point, I had known the man for several years, and although at times he could slide into mild paranoia – and I never have been able to convince him that Oswald acted alone – he had never struck me as someone to give credence to fortune tellers, horoscopes, or the like. In this case, however, he insisted that the woman had been spot on with everything she had said about him and me and our girls, although he refused to elaborate. Instead, he said I would have to go talk to her myself. I took her information more to get him off the phone than for any interest on my part of actually seeing her.

A day or two later, I mentioned this in passing to the guy I was seeing – No, he was not my “boyfriend” because, for one thing, he was a DKE, and for the purposes of this story, I shall refer to him as "Leo Bolt." Well, Leo listened in rapt fascination and was quite keen to meet the psychic; so the next thing I know, I’m calling and making an appointment for a “reading.”

The next day we drove for two hours to an old, broken down mobile home in rural East Feliciana, which only served to validate my low expectations. Why would a truly gifted psychic not get the winning lottery numbers – or at least the trifecta at Evangeline Downs? The septuagenarian who opened the door looked more like my grandmother than Marie Laveau. After offering us coffee, she had us sit down at her vinyl-topped kitchen table and took our money. (I believe it was $40 each, which I am embarrassed to this day to admit I paid.) Then she pulled a well-worn deck of playing cards wrapped in a rubber band from the pocket of her duster. (For $40, I would have at least expected Tarot cards!)

Now to say “I am a skeptic is an understatement” would be an understatement. I was the first from a long lineage of Missourians not born in that state, but I still have that “show me” DNA. When I called her and even when we arrived, I would not give her my name. I told her nothing about me or how I had heard of her or anything about my relationship with Leo. For all she knew, he could have been my brother. And so, with no prior history or information, she began my reading by turning the cards over face up on the table with precision and staring at each one for several moments. And it was completely underwhelming.

She said I had children (she could easily have seen the child seat in my car) but couldn’t say how many. She said I was divorced (having children but no wedding ring – not a bad guess) but I would remarry (I was still in my twenties - no stretch there). Then she said in such a derisive tone that I almost burst out laughing, “But not to him!” pointing at Leo. Well, I certainly knew that; and perhaps my body language indicated to her that he was, uh, not my type. She said I would marry a man with dark curly hair and that he was someone I already knew. I wracked my brain but could think of no one fitting that description, and I told her so – and she argued with me! “Yes, you do!” “No, I don’t.” “Yes, you do!” “OK, moving on…”

I think even a non-psychic could have sensed my impatience at this point, and she sighed and turned over one final card and made this pronouncement: “You were a writer in your last life. You were the writer Colette.” That broke the bounds of all plausibility. Why is it only famous

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Our Sexy Man: Mr Darcy - Vampire! Excerpt from PULSE AND PREJUDICE for #MySexySaturday


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Greetings, and welcome to another My Sexy Saturday!

We are working our way up to the 100th Sexy Saturday, and it's going to be huge!

This week’s theme is Our Sexy Man!
"This is all about the sexy men in our books. The young ones, the old ones, the middle aged ones, the ones who turn us on like no other. It’s all about the sexy, hot romance they bring to the pages of the books we read and the books we write.
"Again, this theme has no genre, no rules except that the characters we’re talking about are male and sexy beyond all belief."


Now as far as I'm concerned, the only thing sexier than Mr. Darcy is a VAMPIRE Mr. Darcy! But as I discussed in my post Devil in the Details, Miss Austen provided little by way of physical descriptions of the characters in Pride and Prejudice. "Her physical descriptions of characters were as explicit as Jane – beautiful, Bingley – good-looking, Darcy – tall and handsome, Charlotte – plain, Lydia – stout, Mrs. Gardiner – elegant, Mr. Collins – tall and “heavy-looking,” Anne de Bourgh – “pale and sickly.” I believe the most detailed physical description she reserved for Lady Catherine: “a tall, large woman, with strongly-marked features, which might once have been handsome.” Austen never called them blond or brunette nor named the color of their eyes (Elizabeth’s are merely described as “fine” and "dark")."

Thus, in my adaptations, neither do I. Of course, while writing Pulse and Prejudice, I had Colin Firth in my mind the entire time. If you have any doubt, just take a look at this video by Andressa Santos. He can bite my neck anytime!


In the novel, however, I didn't describe him. Especially as 90% of the novel comes from his point of view, what was I going to have him do? Look in the mirror and say, "Damn, I am sexy as hell!" Of course not! He's a VAMPIRE - he can't look at himself in a mirror!

Hence, I have taken this week's snippet from a scene in Volume IV: Beyond Pride and Prejudice from Elizabeth's point of view. This volume is outside of canon, and she and Darcy have just had an argument at a ball. Still, we do not "see" his physical attributes, but he moves with "predaceous grace" - like a panther on the prowl...for her.
Now that's sexy!
Enjoy~



Searching for the ladies’ withdrawing room, Elizabeth soon found the bedroom set aside for this purpose. As she entered, a heavy thump resounded from the balcony. She rushed to the open French windows to investigate and nearly fell back in surprise when she found Mr. Darcy there.
She froze for a moment before remembering to breathe. “How did you get up here?”
“I jumped,” he said as he moved towards her, matching each step she took backwards.

“You mustn’t be here. Someone might find us—” but the door shut behind her before she could finish. She was alone with him, a vampire with the strength of ten men. He approached her with predaceous grace, and the intensity of his gaze launched an array of emotions within her. She thought she should be angry or frightened, but instead she felt exhilarated; and the fury, which had burned in her moments before, dissolved. Her pulse raced much as it had done during their waltz, and the memory of being in his arms caused her to blush again.

     She stopped retreating and let him reach her. “Are…are you weaving a spell on me now?” she said just above a whisper.
     He shook his head gently and took her hand. 


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Sunday, June 21, 2015

99¢ eBook 3 Days Only! Read Excerpt: THE PROUD AND THE PREJUDICE: A Modern Twist on Pride & Prejudice

Good Morning, dear readers!

A long time ago, I participated in the weekly 6 Sentence Sunday blog hop, but then it kind of faded into existence, which resulted in all sorts of manifestations. Thus, I try to keep up with the "My Sexy Saturday"  blog hop with the dictates of a particular theme when I am able. This week’s theme is Our Sexy Best!
"This theme has no genre, no rules except that the characters know their other half is better than all the rest. They may have had lovers before but nothing compares to the lover they are with."

I had a difficult choice making a selection but this time for a different reason: ALL of my novels have that special moment! How could I choose from just one?  So I put it to a vote on the Austen Variations Facebook group to choose one of my Pride and Prejudice adaptations: Modern or Vampire. Pulse and Prejudice won by a nose (or a fang), and here is that My Sexy Saturday if you care to check it out.

I did, however, feel badly for those who voted for the modern adaptation, and so I promised that I would post an excerpt from The Proud and the Prejudiced based on that theme today.

Enjoy~


“I think you are in love with me, Alice. You’re just afraid to admit it.”  
In that moment, she knew he was right. She was in love with him. Desperately. Madly. Violently.
He moved within her in a slow, languid tempo, punctuating each stroke with a soft kiss as if intending to tattoo the moment on her memory. He had not lied. He had said he would make love to her, and this could be called nothing less – not sleeping together or having sex or intercourse or screwing. With each thrust, he pushed her deeper and deeper, with the well of emotion overflowing until a tear trickled from her eye. He didn’t ask why, only wiped it away with his thumb and kissed her lips again.



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Saturday, June 20, 2015

Sexy Best - A Snippet from PULSE AND PREJUDICE: The Confession of Mr Darcy, Vampire

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Welcome to My Sexy Saturday!

This week’s theme is Our Sexy Best!
"This theme has no genre, no rules except that the characters know their other half is better than all the rest. They may have had lovers before but nothing compares to the lover they are with."

Once again, I have had a difficult choice making a selection but this time for a different reason: ALL of my novels have that special moment! How could I choose from just one? I really love the moment in my upcoming romantic noir thriller The Widow, but I think I will draw out the anticipation on that!

So I put it to a vote on the Austen Variations Facebook group to choose one of my Pride and Prejudice adaptations: Modern or Vampire. Pulse and Prejudice won by a nose (or a fang); and since this is supposed to be a "sexy" snippet, I have selected six lines from Volume IV: Beyond Pride and Prejudice, which begins immediately after the second proposal and is where I venture off on my own and have a little bloody fun. (I did feel badly for those why voted for Modern, so I have a sexy excerpt from The Proud and the Prejudiced here.)

If I may be so vulgar as to quote from a recent review:
"The last few chapters got a little steamy and it was incredible! Colette was able to add a touch of sexiness to Austen and pulled it off with class; it was an addition to the story and didn’t bring down the quality of the novel. Austen gets a little sexy and I kind of want some more of it! If you are a Jane Austen fan like I am, then this is book you need to add to your collection. A spinoff done right, what more could a bookworm ask for!?"

As I warn readers who prefer Darcy and Elizabeth to remain chaste, skip Volume IV altogether and go from Volume III to the Epilogue.  I would also suggest that you not read this sexy snippet! For everyone else, enjoy~

The prior three days without Elizabeth had been torture. When she had emerged from the rain and stood in the library, he thought at first she might be a mirage. Her eyes were full of love and longing, her words as sweet as her lips. 

Had he stopped at tender kisses, he might have been able to control his lust; but she yearned for the kind of kisses he wanted to give her. 

Within moments, the last fragments of his resolve had shattered; he must have her. He would take her, body and blood, two divergent desires converging here with this woman.


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