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Such a Rush…
Now, I’ve been known to seek out a rush through athletics. To me, there’s nothing like screaming down a hill at twenty miles-per hour on inline speed skates.
And on a road bike, make it thirty-five miles per hour.
That’ll get the blood pumping.
But now, I seek my rushes in a different way: Sitting before a blank page and typing “Chapter One.”
There’s just nothing like it. Some writers would disagree, but for me, I love that part. It really brings back the feeling of speeding down a hill or the side of a mountain on my bike. The pumping heart, sweaty palms, and racing mind.
Maybe that’s why so many of my ideas for stories happen during exercise. But that’s a post for another day.
By sitting down in front of that blank page, I get free reign. I can go any direction I want, dream up the craziest twists and turns, and just…write. Sure, the editing process takes a bit longer, but I’m okay with that.
I love the idea of bringing life to characters that have been roaming around my brain and haunting my dreams (and sometimes steaming them up). And I can even connect the rush of exercise to the rush of writing that first intense look between the hero and heroine. The first touch. The first kiss.
You sometimes have the same things happening…pumping heart, sweaty palms, racing mind…See what I mean?
And that’s what I love to read, too. Deep characters, their intense connections, and then how they face the obstacles thrown their way. I want to feel what they’re feeling.
It’s such a rush.
What books have you read recently that have given you a heart-pounding, sweaty-hand, mind-racing rush?
Lynn Rush began her writing career in 2008. She has both an undergraduate and graduate degree in the mental health field and has enjoyed applying that unique knowledge to develop unique characters.
A former inline speed skater and mountain biker,
has been known to test the limits of her athletic endurance. So, when she's not writing, she spends time enjoying the Lynn sunshine by road biking nearly 100 miles per week with her husband of fifteen years and going on jogs with her loveable Shetland Sheep dogs. Arizona
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Bound by the blood contract his human mother signed four centuries ago, half-demon, David Sadler, must obey his demonic Master’s order to capture fifteen-year-old Jessica Hanks. But as he learns more about her, he realizes she may be the key to freedom from his demonic enslavement.
The only obstacle—Jessica’s distractingly beautiful Guardian, Rebeka Abbott. He must not give in to their steamy chemistry, or he will lose his humanity. But fresh off a quarter millennia of sensory deprivation as punishment for not retrieving his last target, he may not be able to resist temptation long enough to save what’s left of his human soul.
Her teeth grated her lip. Must be a nervous habit. But the action chipped at my resolve each time.
One quick taste.
I brought my other hand to her face, the side with the mark, and curled my fingers around her neck, moving my thumb behind her ear. Her hands cuffed my wrists, but not to push me away. Instead her stare bore into mine like a freight train. The flashing lights of the club bounced a coral, teal, and violet rainbow over her shimmering skin.
The people surrounding us blurred into oblivion, and the music faded into a storm of muffled pitches and tones.
I concentrated on her shining lips and took in the warmth of her body so close to mine. I wanted only the sense of touch to be awake while I reveled in the silky texture of her skin. For so long I’d touched nothing. If I was going to break my rules, I would enjoy it.
Her hands glided from my wrists down my forearms and up my biceps, sending a ripple of desire through my soul. I could resist no longer. I brushed my lips against hers and tasted melon. She heaved a sharp breath and clamped her fingers around my shoulders, holding me in place.
Scents of lilac permeated me. My heart hammered, and my demon pounded, wanting out.
I turned my head, severing our connection. Too intense. Must stay in control. She let out a whimper. I pressed my mouth to her cheek and tilted her head.
I almost wished I hadn’t.
She bore the mark of a Guardian, immortal protectors of the humans.
I drank Beka in for three long breaths, knowing it may be my last chance to hold her close. Because if Beka truly was guarding Jessica Hanks I would more than likely have to kill her to get my Mark.
Copyright © 2011 Lynn Rush All rights reserved — a Crescent Moon Press publication
Thanks for coming by today and hanging out with me.
I’d love to give away a signed copy of Wasteland to a commenter. Just leave a comment (include your email addy) and I’ll choose a winner on Wednesday. If you’re international, I can send an electronic version of the book instead.
-- Lynda Again
I hope you've all enjoyed Lynn's visit with us today. I have to say...I think the best books will cause that speeding heart, that rush of feeling as you read them. So I'm eager to see which books you've read that cause that feeling too. I can always use another book on my TBR, LOL. And you'll have a chance to win Lynn's giveaway (don't forget to add you email addy so she can contact you if your name is drawn).
Have a Blessed Day!