Total Pageviews

Saturday, December 1, 2018

December 1st snippet and a behind the scenes story

A Home for Her Hawk


One of the most common questions writers get is "Where do you get your ideas??" They really can come from anywhere and at any time, which is the best part about writing.

I'm checking out the news months ago and came across the story of Dan Crenshaw who was running for Congress in Texas. If you remember, he's the Navy SEAL that SNL made fun of a few weeks ago because he wore an eyepatch.

Dan Crenshaw's story is humbling. He was on patrol in the Helmand province of Afghanistan in 2012 when an IED blast ripped through his body. Crenshaw was medevaced out of the area and put into a medically induced coma. He awoke totally blind and the doctors told him he would never see again. He went through risky, experimental treatment and was able to regain sight in one eye but lost the other.

And I thought - What if Crenshaw had been a shifter? What kind of shifter would suffer the most if eyesight were lost? And thus, A Home for her Hawk was born. Naturally, the book has nothing to do with the real man. I've never spoken to him and I don't live in his district. I used him purely as inspiration.

<<<Snippet: >>>

Like Cinderella, Kimber came home at the stroke of midnight. She slipped her shoes off in the dim light from the kitchen and approached the recliner. She smiled when she saw Anthony cuddled onto his chest.
“Daniel?” Her caress was gossamer soft. An animal as wild as he was shouldn’t have wanted to sink into her touch and beg to be petted. So, he forced himself to be still.
Dan opened his eye. Now more than ever, he detested the injury that cost him his right eye. He wanted to absorb the nuances of color on her cheeks. Each silken strand of her chestnut colored hair. The plays of blues that made her eyes appear violet.
“I need the baby,” Kimber whispered. She pressed one hand against her top and blushed. “Please.”
Without a word, he handed the sleeping baby to his mother. Dan saw the indecision in her eyes. He reached for her, urging her to sit on his lap. “Let me hold you.”
Kimber pulled back for just a moment before giving into the irresistible pull they created.
“My breasts are aching.” Kimber settled onto his lap and pulled up her shirt. “Please tell me he’s hungry.”
“I fed him at nine.” Dan held Kimber and watched while she tickled the baby’s feet.
“Be a good baby,” Kimber crooned to her son. “Help your mamma out, okay?”
Anthony stirred, yawned, and immediately began fussing. He snorted a little as he rooted and Kimber giggled at his enthusiasm. The room filled with a hushed silence broken only by the sound of Anthony latching onto his mother’s breast.
Kimber hissed. “Oh, that hurts so good.” She leaned down and cuddled into Dan’s chest. “We aren’t too heavy?”
“You’re perfect.”

<<>>

Ready for a little more? Come meet Dan and Kimber in A Home for her Hawk






No comments:

Post a Comment