Thursday, December 30, 2010

Guest Author: Bianca Sommerland

Please help me welcome my first guest author ever, Bianca Sommerland!! 
I don't know why I haven't done this before. Perhaps, I figured not many authors would be interested in visiting my little place. Please don't tell anyone that this blog belongs to a new author who is sometimes twisted and so full of sarcasm, it's a wonder anyone admits to knowing me at all!! LOL!!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy her blog as much as I have enjoyed getting to know her! Keep an eye out because I have a good feeling about her career!!


Thanks for having me, Robin. In continuing with the fairy tale theme of my blog tour, I thought I’d talk a little about what inspires me. Besides lots and lots of great sex.
It usually starts with a song. Something sweet, sexy, rough, or maybe even scary. No matter how it sounds, I get that little chill up my spine that tells me an idea is about to take over my life.
So I can feel the idea. But I can’t see it yet. Which means it’s time to either close my eyes and picture the first scene, or open my eyes and find it. Sometimes I do a little of both. I found these pictures to use for an example.
The picture above is Sleeping Beauty by Sir Edward Burner-Jones. Sensual and colourful, filling in the story is like doing paint-by-numbers. Only, I prefer a challenge. So I’d probably make the guy in blue the villain. And maybe the tree is her lover, cursed by some evil magic. Works with the next picture too.
Here’s a quick snippet to show you what I mean:

The tainted wine served at her birthday banquet had kept her asleep for too long. The man she loved had changed. Rough bark covered his flesh, and his limbs, stretched and bent into useless things, spread out to the sky and burrowed into the ground. But still, he found the strength to reach for her, one last time, to save her from the man who would be king.
Before the vile man could bespell her with his kiss, her lover speared him with a sharp branch. The death of the evil man released her, and she woke to see her lover recede from the window. A trail of apple blossoms sprinkled with blood littered her bedroom floor.
“No!” Stepping over the body by her bed, refusing to even look and the man who’d destroyed her life to make her his bride, Aurora rushed out into the garden. Relief burst from her chest in the form of a laugh. “Oh, my love, all is not lost. There is still time.”
His gnarled hand caught her arm before she could slip away. “Aurora, I won’t have you risk your life for me. It is enough that you are well. Let it be.”
Aurora wrenched from his weakened hold and her chin jutted up. She cleared her throat so her voice would sound sure and strong. “I am a princess, stable boy. You don’t tell me what to do.” Her lips curved in a satisfied smile when his wooden mouth snapped shut. Then she smoothed her skirts and gazed out into the horizon. “I have hours until the suns sets. Plenty of time. All you need is a few berries.”
“Truly?” The young man’s voice sounded hollow coming from the tree.
“Truly.” She smiled at the only part of him that hadn’t changed. His beautiful, grey eyes. Within was a glimmer of hope. “I won’t be long.”
This time, he let her go.
Only once she was well out of hearing did the truth pass her lips. “A few berries and some dragon blood, dear heart. But never fear. I will save you.”    
Pretty decent considering it only took me a few minutes to think up and write. Granted, with more time, it could be an amazing story, but I think you get the point.

Bianca Sommerland was born and raised in Montreal, Quebec. When not reading neurotically or writing as though the fate of the world rests on her keyboard, she is either watching hockey or teaching her daughters the beauty of a classic, steel pony while reminiscing about her days in Auto Body Mechanics.
Her time is balanced with utmost care between normal family life, and the internal paranormal realm where her characters reside. For the most part, she succeeds. She is currently working on a risqué new ménage novel called, EMBRACING EVIL. 

One kiss might save her, but if Rosemary has to lose even one of her men, she doesn’t want a prince.
The only role of Rosemary's nest of men is to feed her insatiable hunger for lust, but that's not what she wants for them. Or what they want from her. While Rosemary presses for them to live their own lives, they each find ways to steal into her heart. With the threat of her mother's nest hanging over them, Rosemary decides to surrender to the love they offer and focus on building their combined strength to stand against the inevitable attacks.
When her control over her powers slips, another problem arises. The nest is incomplete. A prince must be chosen, and if he is not among her men, she'll be forced to let one of them go.
She once feared her heart wasn't big enough to hold them all. Now she fears she's not strong enough to release even one. Even if it costs her her life.The only role of Rosemary's nest of men is to feed her insatiable hunger for lust, but that's not what she wants for them. Or what they want from her. While Rosemary presses for them to live their own lives, they each find ways to steal into her heart. With the threat of her mother's nest hanging over them, Rosemary decides to surrender to the love they offer and focus on building their combined strength to stand against the inevitable attacks.


5 comments:

  1. WOW, Bianca! You have a beautiful way with words! Good luck with your writing! Lisa

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  3. Thank you so much, Lisa. I tried to make these posts interesting for both myself and those following the tour, and what better way than to do what I know. Write stories.
    You have no idea how much it means to an author to have their work appreciated.
    Big hugs,
    Bianca

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  4. Hi Bianca,

    Another great blog post. I am really enjoying getting to know you and your storytelling.


    caity_mack at yahoo dot com

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  5. Cathy you are too sweet. Thank you for following my tour :)

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