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Amy Jo Fleming tagged me in a Seven Lines post, and here are seven lines from my novella, Prohibited Passion:
“I’m not the sort you should be spending time with,” CeeCee remarked, seeing Ruth’s hesitation. “Go home, Ruth. Back to your safe bed.”
“I don’t want to.” The words popped out before she could stop herself. “I’d rather be here.”
CeeCee took a final drag on her cigarette and crushed it under her heel. She exhaled, making wavering smoke rings. Ruth smiled.
“All right then.” CeeCee held out her hand. “Come with me and I’ll show you the other side.”
I’m not tagging anyone else, but if you feel like putting up seven lines, drop me a note in the comments! I’d love to read your work!
Yesterday I was guest blogging over at the fantastic blog “Guys Like Romance, Too!” as a part of their May, month-long, focus on F/F romance. Check it out here: http://guyslikeromancetoo.blogspot.ca/2012/05/let-roaring-20s-roar.html
The story is one of those that’s pretty close to my heart. Partly because it’s my first published work, but also because it’s something that hits close to home. Though I live in a city with a population over 1 million, there is still a very conservative vibe, and occurrences of gay bashing. The province was dragged kicking and screaming into having to make gay marriage legal, and sometimes it seems like there is still a lot of resistance. I like to think that writing f/f romance is one way of turning the tide.
And I’m talking about metaphor…
The most famous prohibition of US history was the passing of the Volstead Act and the banning of the manufacture, distribution, and sale of alcohol, but that wasn’t the only prohibition I was thinking of when I wrote ‘Prohibited Passion’.
Check it out the rest here: http://blackvelvetseductions.com/readers_blog/?p=3778
Today I’m guest blogging over at Fiction Fascination, talking about the dynamics of three, and all this week I’m guesting on various blogs in support of my novella, Prohibited Passion. Come visit!
Feb 6 Tour Party
Feb 6 Guest Blog
Feb 7 Guest Blog
Lisa’s World of Books
Feb 8 Guest Blog
The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom
Feb 9 Guest Blog
Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess
Feb 10 Guest Blog
Feb 10 Guest Blog
The Bornean Bookworm
Feb 11 Guest Blog
Reading Lark After Dark
Feb 12 review
A Chick Who Reads
Come for a visit, and get a chance to win a copy of my novella, Prohibited Passion!
Ruth wants to escape the boredom of Bandit Creek and the strict expectations of her father, the local pastor. Her life changes the day she meets CeeCee, a world-wise flapper, and an irresistible attraction develops between them. She’ll be disowned and shunned if anyone discovers their prohibited passion, but can they keep their growing affection a secret?
CeeCee is drawn to Ruth, but things become complicated when her gangster companion disapproves of their liaison. He’s in town to broker a deal with the owner of the local speakeasy, and he’s not above using them to further his own plans. Can CeeCee protect Ruth and their budding relationship?
As Ruth gets drawn further into their world, she must decide between her familiar life and a new, dangerous path with the woman she loves.
I’m interviewed over at Bandit Creek Books today. Go check it out if you have a minute. I’m talking about my novella, PROHIBITED PASSION, and about alcohol, history, and gangsters.
Also, if you’re a Facebook user, come join the event page for my virtual launch on January 15th! There’s a chance to win a copy of my book: https://www.facebook.com/events/324755467558536/
Ruth thought her father looked ridiculous, his eyes closed and his hands raised to the heavens. His thinning hair had already gone grey and it fell untidily over his ears. A growing paunch strained the fabric of his clericals. She knew she would have to make him new ones. Just another task she couldn’t escape from.
Escape. She thought of little else. She wanted to leave Bandit Creek behind, but today, she’d satisfy herself by leaving the service. While the congregation followed her father’s lead, she rose silently from the end of the pew and crept from the church.
She had an excuse or two all ready if he asked her over dinner why she’d left the church.
I needed some air. I felt ill.
Not that he’d ask. As long as she had dinner on the table when he wanted it, kept the house in order and washed his clothes, her presence went mostly unnoticed. If she had been a boy, he would have taken her under his wing and taught her to follow in his footsteps. His sycophants hoped she might choose one of them to marry, and thus receive his blessing and the church’s leadership after he was gone. She disappointed them all. The thought of any of those young men – or any man – left her cold. She never understood how the other girls fawned over the attention from boys. She couldn’t feel an ounce of attraction to any of them, even if she tried to convince herself.
Ruth turned at the corner and strolled down to the small rail station, slowing her steps in the hopes of seeing strangers on the platform, hoping for a glimpse of the world outside. The platform was barren and the ticket office shuttered. She continued on to Main Street, where most businesses were closed for the Lord’s Day. She scuffed her toes in the dust as she crossed over in front of the hotel, the only building showing any signs of life.
If only she could go inside, just for a while. If she had money, she could order lemonade and sit at one of the tables in the tiny restaurant, pretending to be a lady on an exciting trip, waiting for her maid to finish packing. She never pictured herself with a husband or a chaperone; she wanted to experience the world on her own.
The lace curtains fluttered in the open window and Ruth lingered outside, carefully peering into the restaurant without seeming to peep. A woman sat alone at a table, a glass and a dirty plate in front of her. A napkin lay crumpled by her elbow and she absently turned her tea cup in its saucer. She seemed lost in thought.
Ruth stared. The woman had her dark hair cut into a stylish bob, with marcelled finger waves, and she wore a dress that left her arms bare to the shoulder and gave little shape to her form. Ruth fingered the end of her long, ginger braid and looked down at her homely and serviceable dress. The women of town would shun her if she dared wear a flapper’s dress or cut her hair, but she couldn’t help her attraction for the delicate and gorgeous woman. Her mouth had gone dry. A tremor went through her. From here, the woman’s skin looked pale and soft and Ruth wanted to touch her hand or run a finger down her bare arm.
My novella PROHIBITED PASSION is being released as a part of the Bandit Creek series on January 15th, 2012. I just got the cover and had to share!