This week I am on the Blogger Book Fair Tour. For more information on the fair, you can visit their site to learn what it is, who you’ll meet, and the great giveaways and sales on our books. I wrote my introduction for it, so the rest of the week we’re diving in to meet my new friends and authors!
Today’s lovely guest for the Blogger Book Fair is Jami Gray! And you’re going to love her post as much as I do about writing sex scenes knowing your mother and sister (and the rest of your family) are going to read it! *blush* Luckily, she’s got good advice, PLUS a giveaway!! Read on to learn more about Jami Gray, her books, and how to win a $5 Amazon gift card!
You Never Really Grow Up…
Once upon a time, I discovered a very painful and humbling lesson…you never really grow up.
Let’s sketch a picture of me, so you have a starting point. I am a mature (okay… over thirty… fine… forty) woman who has labored long and hard to raise two wonderful boys in this crazy world while trying to be the Suzy homemaker partner (minus the cooking and crafts part) to her hubby of sixteen years (and that’s no easy feat!) while handling both a job that pays the bills and following that illusive dream of being a writer.
Somewhere in there I also lay claim to a walking fur rug, a pair of even more mature than me in-laws, a rowdy critique group known as the 7 Evil Dwarves, a couple of very close friends and, most importantly, my mom.
One of the things I treasure most about my mom is the fact that through the years I’ve had a fellow reader with whom I can spend hours discussing plots, character motivation, description and world building of the books we’ve both read. We’d delve into the worlds of Lisa Jackson, Iris Johansen, Nora Roberts and so many others. All those romances she had tucked neatly into piles while I was growing up, became my own personal library. She pretended not to notice when I’d sneak them out to read while I was in high school. And even when my tastes turned to those stories where magic and mayhem existed side by side, we still found common ground for our discussions.
Now when I was offered my first publishing contract with Black Opal Books for my Urban Fantasy, Shadow’s Edge, she was the first one I called. I mean, come on… she’s been there from the get go. From the moment I took over my spot at the dinner table with my electric typewriter, which never moved until I graduated from high school, through the whole artistic college years where I fought not to get a “real” job so as not to dilute my writing dream, to when I wised up about the fact a roof and food might be good things to aspire to, my mom has never once told me I wouldn’t make it. Instead, she never faltered in her belief of me and my ability to actually get my stories in print.
So of course I’m going to call her so I can ramble in this really high pitch voice only my walking fur rug could probably hear, about how “I GOT A CONTRACT!” Of course, the panicked breathing was probably a dead giveaway of what was happening since I’m not sure she could actually hear the words in-between the squeals. Regardless, she’s my biggest cheering squad.
The greatest conversation I could ever have occurred shortly after my Urban Fantasy, Shadow’s Edge, came out. Within days she called me to tell me how this was the first time she actually enjoyed reading an Urban Fantasy story. I was so thrilled. My mom loves her romances and her romantic thrillers, so the fact that she had a hard time putting down my book? Utterly fantastic! Even knowing she’s biased didn’t dampen my joy!
So the months pass, and my second UF, Shadow’s Soul was preparing to hit shelves. My family hasn’t had a chance at this point to read it. I’m chatting away with my mom and my (slightly) older sister about writing and books and some of my early reviews, when suddenly the conversation turns.
Magnificent sister turns to me and says, “So, since one of the reviewers mentioned there weren’t any sex scenes in your first book, what happens in the second?” A waggle of eyebrows follows.
Remember the part about me being a “mature” woman? Yeah, well, I can feel my cheeks doing their impression of a sunburn. “Umm…yeah…there’s a couple of scenes in the second one.”
Magnificent sister with evil twinkle in her eye, “ Reeeaallly?”
I try really hard not to squirm because I am a mature adult talking to other mature adults about something perfectly natural…maybe if I say it enough I’ll actually believe it. “Yes, really. So about lunch tomorrow…”
My bid for a subject change whizzes by like a mosquito and is batted away by my sister who’s moving from Magnificent to Tease. “I’m not so sure I’m going to be able to read these knowing my sister has written them. “
Under the bright eyed visages of both my mom and my sister I scramble for some pithy response. I come up empty. Instead I say, “So you can skip the pages.” I pause and then quickly spit out, “Actually, I’d be thrilled if you and mom would both skip those pages. I’ll even send you the page numbers if it helps.”
Feminine laughter fills the living room and I get the feeling I’m completely out of luck with this one.
Here’s the thing, when I hit those scenes in Shadow’s Soul, I knew my mom was going to be reading them and I don’t care how old you are, there is something about your mom getting a peek into your lurid side that takes a good twenty plus years off your age. The hardest part about those sex scenes? Turning off that little voice in my head that kept up a running commentary: Really? You think that’s a good word choice? Your mom is going to see this, didn’t she raise you better than that? The little tsking sound a few minutes later—“Really? Good girls don’t even think about that! Are you trying to embarrass your darling mother?”
It took a great deal of very loud music to drown that pesky little voice out, but I managed. But still, the urge to close your office door, take your phone off the hook and the quick side-glances to make sure your children/spouse/friends aren’t peeking over your shoulder never fade.
Seriously, no matter how old you are, in some things you just never get to grow up!
Jami will give one lucky, randomly picked blog commenter a $5 Amazon Giftcard to help increase their Summer Reads pile! Let us know what you think of our post…we want to hear from you!
Growing up on the Arizona-Mexico border, Jami Gray was adopted at the age of 14 and suddenly became the fifth eldest of 37 children. She graduated from Arizona State University with a Bachelor’s in Journalism and three minors-History, English, and Theater. Shortly after marrying her techie-geek hubby (who moonlighted as her best friend in high school) she completed a Masters in Organizational Management from University of Phoenix Oregon.
Now, years later, she’s back in the Southwest where she’s outnumbered in her own home by two Star Wars obsessed boys, one Star Wars obsessed husband, and an overly-friendly, 105-pound male lab. Writing is what saves her sanity.
Shadow’s Edge: Book 1 of the Kyn Kronicles and Shadow’s Soul: Book 2 of the Kyn Kronicles are available now in paperback and ebook format.
You can find me at:
Buy Link: www.BlackOpalBooks.com
Assc. Blog: www.7EvilDwarves.wordpress.com
You can find all the buy links for both books in all formats at:
Or you can use the following:
Shadow’s Edge: Bk 1 of Kyn Kronicles
Black Opal Books: http://blackopalbooks.com/blackopalstore/product/56-shadows-edge
Shadow’s Soul:Bk 2 of the Kyn Kronicles
Black Opal Books: http://blackopalbooks.com/blackopalstore/product/57-shadows-soul
Everyone fears what hunts in the shadows—especially the monsters…
It takes a monster to hunt one, and for Raine McCord, forged in the maelstrom of magic and science, she’s the one for the job. In a world where the supernatural live in a shadowy existence with the mundane, a series of disappearances and deaths threatens the secrecy of her kind and indicates someone knows the monsters are alive and kicking. Partnering up with the sexy and tantalizing Gavin Durand proves to be a challenge as dangerous as the prey she hunts.
When the trail points back to the foundation which warped Raine’s magic as a child, her torturous past raises its ugly head. Gavin and Raine sift through a maze of lies, murder and betrayal to discover not only each other, but the emerging threat to them and the entire magical community.
Raine McCord has no problem taking down the monsters of the world, it’s one of the reasons she’s so good at her job. So playing bodyguard to Cheveyo, head Magi of the Northwest, as he consults with the Southwest Kyn should be an easy assignment. Unfortunately, simple task turns into a nightmare when Cheveyo is kidnapped and Raine is left for dead by one of the Kyn’s most feared beings, a Soul Stealer.
The Stealer’s attack leaves lasting wounds, undermining Raine’s confidence as a warrior and damaging her unruly magic. Her ability to heal her mind and spirit hinges on the one man who can touch her soul, Gavin Durand. Compelled to face the emotions raging between them, they must embrace not only their stormy relationship but their evolving magic to escape the twisted threads of murder and betrayal to find Cheveyo.
As Raine and Gavin come together and begin to unravel the complex web of secrets and hidden vendettas haunting the Southwest Kyn, they discover unsettling new truths that threaten their very existence.