Thank you, Karin, for joining us today....
It’s All Subjective! In a Very Good Way!
Thank you, Ali for inviting me to hang out today!
So, awhile back, my mother-in-law, God love her, called to tell me she just finished reading MASTER OF CRAVING (book three in my Blood Sword Legacy series), and LOVED. IT! “And not just because you’re my daughter,” she said, “but because I love your writing.” I think we both know that the fact I have been married to her son for 28 + years and we’re bff’s has something to do with it. But then, she said, “This story is more of a love story than your other books.”
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? More of love story than my other books? What the heck? ALL of my books are passionate love stories!
“Explain, please,” I asked her.
“Well,” she said, “it didn’t have as much blood.”
I had to laugh. In the scene where my heroine, Princess Arianrhod of Dinefrw, meets tall dark and mysterious hero Blood Sword, Stefan de Valrey, he um, chops off the head of the princess’s proxy groom.
But ok, ma, I gotcha. I didn’t try to dissuade her. It would have been futile and she is entitled to her view. It’s all so subjective! Subjectivity is rule number one, two and three to infinity in this business!
Case in point: Last month I read a book by an author I adore. But about half way through the story, she stopped me cold with a scene that came out of left field. I almost threw the book across the room I was so jarred out of the story. A few weeks later, some friends and I were chatting about the book. Half of us didn’t want to finish it because of that scene and the other half LOVED the scene that pulled me out by the ears. Once again: Subjective, subjective, subjective!
Hubby and I went to see True Grit the other night. We, LOVED. IT! Yet when I spoke about it to others, some shrugged and said, “Meh.” Reeeeally?
We also saw Black Swan. Hubby wanted to leave after the first ten minutes, I made him stay. Several people walked out midway. We stuck it out. If you ask hubby how he liked it he’ll make a face. Me? I’m not sure. It’s one of those disturbing kind of movies that lingers in your head, and you’re not exactly sure why.
But at the end of each day, whether it be movies, fashion, food, books or whatever, it’s all subjective, and just because someone doesn’t experience it like we do, doesn’t make them wrong.
But, seriously, ma, more of a love story?
So, what have you read or watched recently that you loved or not, that conflicted with the majority of those who have also read or watched?
Oh, and before I forget, I’m going to give away one signed copy of my back list. Your pick. All you have to do is comment to be eligible!
Karin* aka Harlow
|Bad To the Bone |
Wicked Reads #1
(January 13, 2011)
Digital – Erotic Contemporary
ISBN-13: 978-1452418353 Download Now!
Police officer Vaden Holbrook and widow Olivia Connor’s chemistry is off-the-charts hot, but incredible sex isn’t enough for Olivia. She wants it all. Will Vaden’s inability to commit push her into the arms of another man? Or can he overcome his past to become the man Olivia needs, the man he’d like to be?
Her mind wasn’t on the road. Or her driving. As usual, it was a million miles away, so when she took the wrong turn, it didn’t register. She followed the road a few miles before she carelessly ran a red light. A faint, Oh shit, I hope there wasn’t a cop hiding behind a bush, flashed through her mind. She made a quick left just in case, then gave her SUV some gas down the old country road.
It was late and it was dark. Hers was the only car on the rutted asphalt road. Her headlights blazed the way until she dunked into a pothole, the depth causing her to bounce and hit her head on the roof. As if to let the pothole know how she felt about that, she glanced angrily in her review mirror. That’s when she saw the headlights of another vehicle rapidly closing in on her.
She bit her bottom lip. Her nerves flared and her belly buzzed. When red and blue lights lit up behind her, her apprehension spiked.
The cop car pulled right up on her, lights blazing. She knew what to do. She looked right, making sure the shoulder was wide enough and not littered with the gaping holes left by the recent rain. She slowed, pulled over and came to a stop, then let out a long breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
In her side mirror, she watched the cop get out of his car and say something into his mic before he started toward her window; his tall broad form was silhouetted ominously against his headlights. As the strobes flickered over him, she could tell by his strut he was cocky. But then, most cops were. Nervously, she sat back, folded her hands in her lap and waited.
Anxiously, she bit her bottom lip and hit the window button just long enough for the window to come down a crack.
He stopped at the side of her car. All she could see was his duty belt and his narrow waist that flared into a wide chest. He tapped on the glass with the end of his flashlight.
“Open the window, ma’am,” he commanded.
Despite the nervous flutter in her belly, her immediate reaction to authority was to open the window more. Even if it weren’t, she’d open wider.
Tension sizzled along her nerve endings when he ducked down and they met face to face. Her instinct was to shy away from the dark green eyes shining brightly in the night. Instead, she swallowed hard as her gaze dropped to full firm lips before bouncing back up to the blistering gaze.
He wasn’t classically handsome. He had one of those etched character-filled faces. His angles were blunt, nothing refined about him, but they complemented his olive coloring and close-cropped jet-black hair. There was nothing soft or apologetic about this man. It was his eyes and those bad boy lips that transformed him from average to sinful.
Her nipples beaded when his gaze dropped below her chin. Her chest rose and fell in shallow puffs. Her shirt was classic Anne Klein office wear. Although her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and the buttons didn’t quite make it to her neck, the way she was sitting made the shirt gape open, exposing her cleavage supported by a lacy demi-bra.
He looked back up at her face. Heat flickered behind his hooded lids. An insolent half smile quirked the right side of his mouth before he backed up. She huffed, sinking deeper into the leather seat. It wasn’t like she had intentionally given him a peek. She wasn’t like that. She bet half the women he pulled over took one look at him and did more than show a little skin. He was all smoldering sexy. His subtle snub pissed her off.
A woman scorned, regardless of the circumstances, was nothing to mess with. Frustrated by his assumption, she stiffened and stuck her head out of the window. “Why did you stop me?” she demanded.
He cocked a dark brow at her tone. “You ran the light back there. License and registration, please.” He held out a big hand. Thick fingers with smooth blunted ends, neat square fingernails. A working man’s hand. A single working man’s. No wedding ring.
His other hand rested casually on the butt of his gun.
“What are you going to do? Shoot me if I don’t do what you say?”
His lips quirked. “I’ll use whatever force is necessary.”
Shivers hopped along her spine. She wasn’t sure if she were afraid or intrigued. Either way, she didn’t resist. She took her driver’s license out of her wallet and slapped it into his waiting hand. His big fingers wrapped around hers before she could pull away. His touch was electric. A shock wave went straight to her nipples and banked south to the juncture at her thighs. She tried hard to remain impassive. She tugged her hand out of his grasp, then dug into the glove box for the registration. This time, caution prevailed; she sat back and handed it to him, keeping all but her fingertips inside the car.
He took it and looked at her license. “I’ll be right back, Ms. Olivia Connor. Don’t go anywhere.” There was a hint of amusement lacing his deep baritone.
Did he just laugh at her as he walked away? She stuck her head out the window, to tell him to go to hell, but he had already reached his cruiser. She sat back, her temper flaring. “Damn cops think they’re God’s gift.”
In her rearview mirror, she watched him watch her through his front windshield as he called in her info. After what seemed interminably long, he strode back to her door. He reached inside the car, released the door lock, quickly pulling the door open before she realized what he was doing.
“Step out of the car, ma’am,” he said thickly.
“Why? You can’t arrest me for blowing a red light!”
“Step out of the car, ma’am.”
Her pride screamed “no.” Her reason told her to just do as he said so she didn’t invite any more trouble than she already had. Ultimately, Olivia was good at following instructions.
She stuck her left foot out of the car, her four-inch heel digging into the soil of the shoulder. When she stood, she nearly snapped her ankle. The bad cop reached out to steady her. His long fingers wrapped possessively around her bicep. Her skin flared beneath his chaste touch. When her second heel stuck in the ground, she jerked away from him and had he not grabbed her with both hands, she would have tumbled backwards into the mud. The velocity of his actions brought her chest to chest with him.
The contact was electrifying.
|Blood Moon Trilogy #1 |
Berkley Heat (May 3, 2011)
Trade Paperback – Erotic Paranormal
ISBN-13: 978-0425240922 Pre-order your copy today!
For all eternity, only one thing shall separate them—until the Blood Law is avenged…
The coming of the Blood Moon will lead two Lycan packs into war, spur two rival brothers into conflict, and spark an act of vengeance so evil that its effects will be felt for generations.
One woman stands at the center of it all…
As undisputed Alpha, Rafael must choose a life mate to preserve the dominance of his Lycan pack. He never suspected, his mate would be a human, the same wounded, girl-woman he seduces from the brink of death. Falon is a dangerous combination of Lycan and Slayer—beings bred to destroy his kind. Even more, she’s a mesmerizing beauty whose sensuality tempts the seasoned warrior to take unnecessary risks. The primal heat between them is irresistible, yet surrendering to it could destroy them both…for a vengeful foe stands ready in the shadows to fulfill what is rightfully his by Blood Law.
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