Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Guest - K.M. Fawcett

Good morning, everyone! For those of us in the northern hemisphere, there are only 64 days till Spring! That's cause for celebration here in cold, snowy, did I mention COLD? Michigan! We've got a fire dancing in the fireplace, jar candles with delightful scents to add spots of warmth, comfy chairs and a scrumptious treat from K.M. to satisfy our taste for tea and to go with, I've got some white chocolate chip and raspberry scones. So sit back and enjoy as today's guest, K.M. Fawcett tells us all about using real life experiences in Sci-Fi Romance.  

Using Real Life Experiences in Sci-Fi Romance

Thank you for having me back on Star-Crossed Romance! The last time I visited, I brought some jasmine green tea from Okinawa. This time I have a pot of amandine rose (which has an aroma of cinnamon and cookies) to share with you and your readers as we discuss using real life experiences in sci-fi romance.

In addition to imagination and research, writers draw from their life experiences to create believable stories. They may take traits or mannerisms from people they know to create a character. A vacation destination may inspire the setting for a new story. Family drama or a funny incident could spark an idea for a scene or plot.

What kind of life experiences could a sci-fi/ paranormal romance writer bring to a story set on another planet?

Unlike the characters in The Survival Race series, I’ve never been abducted by aliens (Captive). I’ve never been forced to compete and fight to the death in a survival race. And I’ve never had to spiritually heal a gorgeous Highland leader’s heart to prevent a war against a technologically advanced species (Fearless). However, tapping into my experience as a competitive runner and martial artist helped to lend credibility to my fictional world.

The survival race was created from an amalgamation of adventure races that I’ve competed in, including a 13-mile trail race through Allamuchy Mountain, mud runs, and the Warrior Dash. Then I took the competition one step further. Not only did the gladiators have to run and conquer obstacles (something I was familiar with), but they also had to use their wits, combat skills, and survival skills to fight alien creatures, a harsh arctic environment, and each other. Yes, the last gladiator alive wins!

While I’ve never had to fight for my life (thank God), my empty hand and weapons training in the martial arts helped me to write realistic fight scenes. I drew upon the thoughts, emotions, and physical stresses I’ve experienced when sparring in the dojo and then imagined the rest. That’s the beauty of writing fiction.

To be sure the fight choreography worked, I enlisted the help of my husband. He doesn’t think twice when asked to throw a punch or hold a knife to my throat. Oh…now might be a good time to mention my husband is also my sensei (karate teacher).

Though training in a controlled environment with hard rubber knives and sticks instead of swords isn’t the same as battling an alien ruler to save your loved ones, I believe it helped add authenticity to the action scenes in both Captive and Fearless.

Thank again, Lynda, for having me here today!

~K.M. Fawcett

K.M. Fawcett writes sci-fi/ paranormal romances, and enjoys stories filled with adventure and strong, kick butt heroes and heroines. She holds the rank of Sandan (3rd degree black belt) in both Isshinryu Karate and in Ryukonkai (Okinawan weapons). She and her husband own Tenchi Isshinryu Karate Dojo in NJ. When not writing or working out at the dojo, K.M. is driving her two children to drum practice and ballet classes.


Myia, a shaman-in-training, wants desperately to protect her peaceful village from the barbaric Highland invaders. To hone her powers of prophetic visions and healing, the village elders send Myia on a quest to heal the Highland leader's heart and stop a brewing war. Myia's mended many souls before, so this should be an effortless duty . . . until she meets the gorgeous, stubborn Highland warlord.


Kedric, a gladiator who escaped enslavement, only wants to liberate the villagers from their common foe-a race that breeds humans for blood sport and genetic experiments. Fueled by his rage, Kedric is determined to take down the brutal enemy. So when a raven-haired beauty with a body made for sin tries to sabotage his mission, Kedric wants her gone. Yet no woman's touch has ever left Kedric more annoyed . . . and aroused. Kedric knows he should shun her soothing embrace-but he can't seem to stay away. As their passion grows, Kedric must decide between fighting his war or surrendering his rage-and his heart-for Myia's love.

Angry red streaks snaked through his aura. “What manner of trickery is this?”
“Get off of me, barbarian.” Name-calling? Really? Had her father taught her nothing?
“Barbarian? That’s funny coming from a savage.”
She gasped. “Savage? You’re the one on top of me.”
“As I recall, I wouldn’t be on top of you if I hadn’t needed to protect myself from your tricks.”
“I am a spiritual healer. I only wanted to repair your soul. You must release my people.”
“They’re free to go at any time. They choose to stay.”
His weight was crushing her, making breathing difficult, but she refused to let him see her discomfort. If she could calm herself enough, her spirit could reenter his, and she could try healing him again. This might be the only chance she got before he…What would he do to her?
She didn’t sense anything evil, vile, or malicious. Murder wasn’t present in his aura. The only thing she perceived was arousal. Typical male. Perhaps she could use that to her advantage.
There were three occasions when a person’s spirit was the most vulnerable: during sleep, during illness, and during sex—so she’d been told.
“You’ve invaded our peaceful village and took our people against their will. Forgive me for not believing you.” Her words were angrier than she wanted them to be. What happened to her shamanic training?
“Seems we have a lot in common, you and I.”
“We have nothing in common, barbarian.”
“Did you not invade my body against my will?”
“To heal your spirit.”
“So you say, savage.”
Would he stop calling her that? She was not a fierce, violent person. She was tranquil and at peace with the universe, dammit.
Well, at least she strove for peace.
“However,” he continued, “you needn’t concern yourself. My spirit requires no healing.”
“So say you. But our spirits have met, and yours told me it hid a deep wound. Let me back in. Let me into your body to heal you.”
His smirk surprised her. What could he possibly find so humorous?
“If anyone enters another’s body, it will be me.” His warm lips pressed against hers. As if to prove his point, his tongue coaxed hers to open for him.
She’d been kissed before, but not from a man so dangerous and commanding, or so good at it.
Well, she wasn’t about to waste the opportunity to do what she came here for, especially since nothing in his aura indicated malicious intent. His spirit simply sought to demonstrate his male dominance in a kiss. Nothing more. Ha. He’d learn who the dominant one was when she connected with his spirit again.
She opened her mouth and kissed him back. His pause indicated surprise. He’d obviously expected her to resist. When she didn’t let up, his jaw relaxed and his kiss deepened. She couldn’t deny the freedom her soul felt.
But she’d come to heal his heart, and as much as she would like to give in to the pleasure she was receiving, she needed to heal him first.
Again retreating to that tranquil place in her mind, her spirit gathered energy and flowed from her body into his. Her spirit didn’t get further than the impenetrable stone wall before it was thrown from his body again.
His lips were off hers, the weight of his body disappeared. The influx of warm night air came as a relief.
“Savage,” he boomed. “Stay out of my body.”
-- Lynda Again,
    Whoa! Great excerpt! And I so agree with your ideas on using real life to add to the reality of our worlds. Thanks for being with us today!

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Lynda K. Scott said...

K.M., thanks so much for visiting us today. The tea sounds delicious! I have to agree that real life experiences lay the best ground work for writing scenes or even whole books. They add a certain realism to the work, I believe, that draws readers in.

Again, thanks for being with us!

Jacqueline Seewald said...

Yes, I'm a tea drinker myself. That does sound good! I completely agree that even paranormal and fantasy romance needs a grounding in real life--otherwise readers simply don't feel connected.

KM Fawcett said...

Thank you for having me on the blog today Lynda! And thank you for commenting, Jacqueline. :) The tea is delicious but unfortunately Teavana no longer makes it. I have only one scoop left and once that's gone I'm going to be very sad.

Ella Quinn - Romance Novelist said...

Fun post. I tweeted.

Carole St-Laurent said...

Great post KM! I once took fencing lessons to aid my female character during the French Revolution. And to think I took the lessons using my left hand instead of my right just to see if it was possible… The crazy things we do!

Tina Gabrielle said...

Great post! It's true that writers use their real life experiences to craft scenes. But we certainly haven't experienced everything, and that's when our creativity kicks in!

Diane Burton said...

I'm not much of a tea drinker but yours sounds delish. Great excerpt.