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I’m way too excited that July Â 29 is almost upon us!
So….inÂ anticipation of us GOINGÂ ROGUE, Â the fabulous Gallery Books is holding a paperback contest on Goodreads (for US readers) and my FB (for Internationals!) Details here.Â â™Ą
Not many of you know this, but I wrote ROGUE from first page to its last pageÂ twice.
My first version was originally titled RAW and it featured Greyson King as a businessman, his brother Liam, and Melanie, who was Greyson’s girlfriend and should have fallen for Liam … that was my plan.
Alas, that was not the case.
By Chapter Two, I could see the chemistry between Greyson and Melanie wouldn’t fizzle down.
By Chapter Four, I was downright worried my hero, Liam, was being overshadowed by Melanie’s actual boyfriend, Greyson.
By the end of the book, I gave Melanie to Liam and cried because I knew it was a mistake. Greyson wouldn’t forgive me for it. He was pissed off and restlessÂ and very much in love. Melanie couldn’t forget Greyson and even when she was with Liam, she was moping and clearly in love and in lust with Greyson too. Greyson kept haunting me for days – telling me Melanie belonged to him, he didn’t appreciate her kissing his brother, he didn’t approve of any of it.
So….I had to call my super patient, smart and understanding editor at Gallery Books, Adam Wilson, and tell him I had to rewrite the book from scratch because I gave Melanie to the wrong hero.
That’s when ROGUE started and really took off. Greyson is a man of his own – he stands on his own, he’s the kind of hero that takes shit from nobody. Not even me. So, in a way, it was easy because he took control. In another way, it was scary. Because he took control. I was almost as helpless as Melanie and scared because, just like its title, my originally planned story had gone ROGUE and turned out to be darker and far more intense than I imagined.
It also thrilled me.
It also made it clear that I wasn’t the boss of the story, the characters were.
In a sense, that’s what you always want as an author. When the characters surprise you and you don’t have to plan for the happenings of each chapter, that’s when you know your book “breathes” and that’s what you dream for every book you ever conceive. But this was my first couple after Brooke and Remington – who so very adored by me and my fans – andÂ I was super scared. I sometimes tried to put the breaks on Greyson King’s dark edge….I had a version where I toned everything down. One of my beta readers, CeCe, saved me from that mistake. She put her foot down and said “What are you doing to my panty-melting, delicious Greyson? Why did you take out thisÂ part? And this otherÂ part?”
I laughed. And I alsoÂ realized that this man wasn’t going to be who I wanted him to be. He was going to be who he was. All wrong for Melanie.
Their story was so exhilarating, even now, six months after I finished it and turned it into my publisher, I think of them and write scenes for them because I miss and love them and love how authentic and real they became to me.
Now they’re about to hit your hands and ereaders and I can’t even believe the time is here! When this book that consumed me, gave me headaches, tummy dips, smiles, and tears, is about to hit your hands, and you’ll be able to meet Greyson King, Melanie, and revisit Brooke and Remy. Â Wow, time flies when you’re having fun! (Even when sometimes you’re banging your head to your desk because you just completely lost control of your own story.)
But I’d do it all again for you, Greyson King – and for your princess Melanie. Â :)
Newsletter going out soon with a new ROGUE snippet and a special signed paperback contest. Have youÂ signed up yet?
He stalks forward and I back away until my spine is flat against the wall. He presses into me, a big predator with eyes that somehow own me as they look down at me.
He curls a hand around my neck, and his hunger reaches me, weakens me. I feel my knees wobble at his nearness. His scent. God,
I missed him and I hate that I did. That I do.
Heâ€™s standing here and I still do.
â€śYou kill people,â€ť I breathe.
His hand circles my throat, and the pad of his thumb slowly, sinuously, begins caressing my pulse point as his eyes drop to my lips. â€śSometimes.â€ť His voice is a low rasp.
â€śDo you torture them?â€ť
Iâ€™m breathless and hurting and why can’t I unlove him? Why can’t I just unlove him?
â€śI do what I have to,â€ť he murmurs as he strokes my neck with his thumb and keeps staring, keeps hungering openly for my mouth, his gaze so powerful I lick my lips nervously, and it only makes his eyes darken even more. He hungers even more.
My breath is no longer mine. But I keep trying to get air into my lungs, because all the emotions in my chest are too painful to hold back. â€śStupid little bimbo, is that why you chose me?â€ť I ask thickly.
â€śChose you? If Iâ€™d chosen a woman, I would never have chosen you.â€ť He rubs the back of one knuckle over my lips. â€śYouâ€™re a hot mess, Melanie,â€ť he rasps. â€śYouâ€™re a hot innocent little mess and I would never willingly tie myself by the balls to someone as fun, merry, innocent, and happy-go-lucky as you. I didnâ€™t choose you, but I sure as fuck canâ€™t free myself of you. Youâ€™re in my head, youâ€™re like some demon in my fucking heart.â€ť
Every woman wants me–except the one I sing for.
Seattle shakes with anticipation: they call it the concert of the year. They say girls are getting pregnant just thinking about my band being in town.
But when you love a girl, you don’t leave her with nothing but a ring and a promise. Any man with half a brain should know..
So what did I expect my girl would do when she saw me again?
Well, for starters, she loathes our music. Particularly the song I wrote about her.
When I sing it, the stadium is in an uproar. Thousands of fans scream my name like I’m a god–but yeah, not her. Crystal clear: the girl’s not happy to see me.
Black hair, black boots, a bad attitude, that’s her — Pandora Stone is a freaking man-eater and she’s out for my blood.
Let her come at me. Because I’m out for her heart and, this time, there’s no way she can stop me.
*Thank you so much to my publisher, Gallery Books, and Sarah Hansen for another amazing cover, and to Christina Albrecht from Chocolate Eye Photography for the perfect image of my rock god hero!*
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Two days ago it was REAL’s 1st year anniversary, but today? Today is yet an even more special day.
Happy Birthday, Remington Tate!
Annnnddddd….it’s not only Remy’s birthday but also Celeste’s! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AN AMAZING, AMAZING BLOGGER AND FRIEND! When Celeste proposed we have a joint bday celebration on her blog, I thought it was a brilliant idea. So feel free to stop by to share your well wishes, read a ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY, REMY’ scene and participate in a Real, Mine, Remy and Rogue giveaway!
Check it out here and have a great Thursday!