Our guest today is no stranger to the erotica and erotic romance business. Her backlist is as impressive as her resume, and she’s well-known to be a good friend to those looking to break into the business of pleasure (writing! Writing! Minds OUT of my gutter, if you please!) *Ahem* So, without further ado:
My Repeating Number 314
I didn’t really believe that other people were like me. I was wrong. There are people this happens to and it really bothers them. They’re confused as to why this is happening. As for me, I see or hear strange things but don’t think too much about them because they’re a part of me. Most of the time, I smile and think, there it is again. What is this strange occurrence? Well, for the fifteen years, I’ve been seeing the number 314 all over the place.
Sure, I hear a lot of mumbling going on out there. It’s just a coincidence. Um, no, not really. I did research on repeating numbers and the first post I read about it had—yes, you know this is coming–the numbers 314. Yep, right there in front of me. So is that a coincidence?
I see them all over the place. On clocks, license plates, birthdays, telephone numbers, finish a book and look at page and there it is. I see this number at least once a day. What do I think of it? I really don’t know what to believe. I feel like it’s a good sign but not sure what the message is I’m supposed to be receiving.
It’s just like with the dimes. I find dimes all over the place. On the floor in front of my desk, on the ground next to the bench I’m sitting on and, of course in the obvious place, the dryer. It’s almost as if they just appear out of nowhere but I know that’s not the case. What’s odd about it is I don’t find any other type of coin: no nickels, no pennies, no quarters, just dimes.
To me, it’s like a tiny piece of magic working around me. I love to believe that I manage to capture this feeling inside all my books. And speaking of books, I have a new release. (You knew that was coming, didn’t you? )
A vision, a wish, and a journey plagued by evil.
Cold, desolate cliffs and a white dragon’s blue gaze captures Seren Jordan in a terrifying vision. A universe away, Paladin Fulcan–prince, captain, and sorcery-shadowed seed of dragonkind–struggles to overcome his grief during the long journey to where he must bury his wife and son. Seeing a shooting star, he violates all the laws of the dragonseed: he makes a wish.
A dragonseed’s wish can open the gates between realities, can alter fate. But has fate itself decreed this wish? For the throne-less dragonseed’s destiny is entwined with that of a mortal mate; their son is fated to be the One True Dragon King to rule over all the dragons. But not all dragons are content to accept one rule, and the rebels quietly gather allies to prevent the birth of Seren’s baby.
Birds appeared on the outer edges of her vision. She shifted her gaze. She watched the wings moving, brilliant white down and bluish gray up. Their feathers along with their shapes reminded her of the herons she often saw in the bayous and marshes around New Orleans. She smiled. The reminder brought wonderful memories of growing up in the Crescent City.
Every summer her parents would take her to beach on Pontchartrain Lake. Water, sand, and sun had covered her from head to toe. She’d loved the summer months with picnics in the park. They’d feed the pigeons in Jackson Square. Then when she’d grown and had her child, she’d done the same for her. She smiled at the memories.
Soft footsteps approached her from behind. The touch of a warm palm on her neck soothed her. A second later, the cushion dipped from the person sitting.
Paladin’s deep voice warmed her more than the sunlight. “You’re awake. You must be much better if you can smile.”
“What kind of birds are those? They look similar to ones on Earth,” she asked, not ready to face him.
Silence answered her for several moments.
When he leaned above her, he cast a shadow over her shoulder and chest. “They are not birds. Those are dracs, fledgling dragons. They are from my clan’s namesake.”
Surprised, she shifted closer to the window, studying the flying beasts. Small, with slender bodies, the creatures showed little to no resemblance to the beast from her vision. “Those are the dragons?”
She glanced at him. What she saw melted away her surprise. Golden strands lay against the high cast of his cheeks. Seren reached up and glided a fingertip across his bottom lip. His smooth, almost silky lips parted. She lowered her hand, returning her gaze to the window.
She struggled to keep her desire under control. Need pounded between her legs. When she spoke, she kept her tone even. “I don’t like the way you make me feel.”
“In what manner do you speak?”
“Is that so terrible?” His voice had deepened.
She sighed. “For me, yes. I don’t want to feel those emotions. I wanted the vision to end. Desiring you doesn’t fit into the picture.”
“Desire is not bad.” He brushed the back of his hand over her cheek.