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By
Virginia Nelson
One
of the first questions I get asked when I tell people I write books is, “Do you
use real life for the stories?” My answer is fragments.
Retelling
reality would be boring—no one would read, “So then I got the flu and I was
five minutes late to pick up my kids from school and…”
But
there are fragments that for whatever reason stick out and, as a writer, you
have the unique opportunity to, as Debra Dixon said in a recent luncheon
speech, write what you know.
In
Dom of the Dead, my newest 1Night
Stand story, we join the action with Carson standing by the casket of her best
friend, the man she loves. She’s held it together to that point…until she
reaches out to hold his hand and his fingers don’t close around hers. Then she
shatters.
This
fragment of storytelling happened in my real life. Upon the death of a dear
friend, I held it together. I actually remember worrying because I wasn’t
crying…was there something wrong with me?
My
mother showed up at the funeral home and asked me to go to the casket with her.
I did. She said, “You know you can touch him, right?”
I
remember thinking, “Pfft. Of course I know that.” I reached out and held his
hand. When his fingers didn’t close around mine—he always held my hand when our
fingers touched—suddenly it became real. Up until that moment, he wasn’t gone,
not really, for me. Given that hard evidence—if he was alive he would hold my
hand—I shattered. I don’t think I stopped crying for a week solid from that
moment on.
Nothing
else in that story comes from reality, but in every story we capture moments,
snippets in time that stick out to us. I think, because it matters and because
we’ve lived it, breathed it, smelled it, or felt it…it makes the stories more
real, more vibrant, and more compelling to the reader. What are your thoughts?
Dom of the
Dead Blurb:
She couldn’t
imagine living without him.
After
Carson Black’s longtime crush and best friend, Randall Stokes, dies in a
motorcycle accident, she openly weeps at his funeral. In the ensuing days and
weeks of inconsolable grief, she hears his voice, smells his scent, feels his
desires. She must be going mad.
He was afraid
to demand what he needed.
Dominant
Randall Stokes loves Carson but never expressed it while alive, never daring to
dream the sweet girl next door could be the submissive he needed to find
satisfaction. But after his death, a much clearer perspective of her needs,
wants, and desires emerges.
A ghost of a
chance…
Is
it too late to have what they’ve both longed for?
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About
the Author:
Virginia
Nelson spends her days chasing three very active kids around. When she is not doing this, or plotting
taking over the world, she likes to write, play in the mud, drive far too fast
and scream at inanimate objects. She can
often be found listening to music that is far too loud and typing her next
fantastic tale of blood, sex and random acts of ineptitude. Romance, in Ms. Nelson’s opinion, is not
about riding off into the sunset on the back of a horse with the knight in
shining armor—it is about riding the dragon.
If the knight can keep up… well, that is love.
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