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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.
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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
Twitter: https://twitter.com/KMFawcett
website: www.kmfawcett.com
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.
FEARLESS
TWO SOULS
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.
ONE DESIRE
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.
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.
ONE DESIRE
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.
Excerpt
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.”
“If
you enter my body, barbarian, rest assured I will enter yours.”
Available:
Indibound:
http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781455575787
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-- Lynda Again,Available:
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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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