Heroine—a chief character in a
book who everyone is expected to admire. Or so the Dictionary says.
However is it always like that?
Immediately? I don't necessary think so. Heroines, and heroes have to prove
themselves. Show their make up and true colors. Let you get to know them. Or so
I think.
When I begin a story, even I
don't know who they, are what they are and how they're going to turn out. I'm
very much a character-driven writer, and do as they tell me. Sometimes with
surprising results.
And sometimes however how much
you try, you have a flawed heroine. One it takes longer to get to know. One you
actually might admire, or gulp…not like. That's life.
I like to think my heroines have
a little bit of any one of us in them. So it goes to say we might not all like
everything, or even much about them. But I hope any reader will find something
to like. Even if it's just the fact they are flawed!
Julia isn't stupid, but she was
very young when she first discovered things about herself. Things she didn't
understand.
Now she's older, but is she
wiser? Well you'll have to read the book to decide that.
Here's the blurb
Julia ran out on Tay five years ago, so she cannot
be the face he sees on the bus. However, when she ends up being the one taking
notes at his meeting, he knows he will move heaven and earth to make her his
once more.
Will she agree, or will she run again?
Here's a wee tease…
The Girl on the Bus Excerpt
Julia wasn't going to admit she
thought her pussy might well have sealed itself up due to lack of use.
"What are we watching?" The jiving whatevers were back in force with
a vengeance.
As Belle pushed the
heavy-looking, windowless door open and took Julia's hand, pulling her in,
Julia began to sweat. Tiny black dots swam in her vision.
Oh
shit, stop it, and do not faint, not here. How embarrassing. But
she couldn't stop the tiny moan from escaping. Belle looked at her.
"Hell. Julia, it's not den
of iniquity. No white slavers or bogey men, honestly."
Julia managed a half smile. It
became hard work when you thought even to open your mouth you'd throw up.
Coupled with the horrid metallic tang of blood hitting every sense possible
because you'd bitten your lip, it was more than unpleasant. "You sure? Oh
Belle, joke, okay? I'm sorry I just felt weird. Maybe I'm hungry. Cake and then
an apology for a chicken salad doesn't really fill me up."
"You can't scene on a full
stomach," Belle said and then went white. "Oh, bugger."
The butterflies in Julia's tummy
turned into bats and beetles and all things nasty. Having a no holds barred
fight.
"Oh bugger, indeed. 'Fess up
woman, what have you said I'd do that I don't know about? I'm not going one
inch further until you tell me." Julia moved to one side. A couple of
girls dressed in pelmet skirts that were almost an arrest-able deal, and much
too tight corsets approached the registration desk. She hoped they didn't need
to take a deep breath, they'd be hard pushed to. Next to them she looked like
the aged granny.
"Belle, unless you tell me
what the fuck is going in, I'm out of here. You told me a demo, not a
scene."
"A demo is a scene," Belle said.
"And hell is just a hot fire
to warm your toes beside. What's going on?"
Belle dragged her toward the
wall, out of the way of the few interested bystanders. Obviously they wondered
why someone shook like a milkshake and hung back, instead of rushing eagerly to
go in.
"Well, look, why don't you
just treat tonight as research? You know for the BDSM book you insist you're
not going to write, but I bet you really want to."
No, I really don't. The real thing spoiled me.
It had been such
a private intense night, that Julia knew she didn’t want to share her thoughts
and feelings about it with unknown people. Sadly, she also knew there was as
much chance of her not using her knowledge if she wrote about it as of her
winning the football pools. She didn't do those.
"Wrong. Now how about you
tell me the rest, you've got that look. The one you use before you get me to
agree to something I really don't want to do, but you're going to do your
darndest to make me."
"Oh hell, there's a chance
we might get asked to participate if we want to. No way was I going to spoil it
by having a full stomach, and so not fit for purpose, you know?" Belle
licked her lips and winked.
In spite of herself Julia
laughed. "No, thank you. Not my scene."
And
if she believes that I have a bridge for sale. Argh fuck and hell. "Er, what are we going to
see?"
*****
The Girl on the Bus
can be found at an eBookstop near you.
and check out Raven
on www.ravenmcallan.com
Happy Reading. Love R
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