When I sat down to write Wicked Intentions
(Bonds of Justice #1) I already had the characters in my mind. Evan is a mystery
writer but never experienced one until someone tries to kill him. Ian is one of
the detectives sent to investigate his case. So we had a man who wrote
mysteries but believed in the goodness or saw the positive in life and a
policeman who sees the bad of people and that know they lie. They are very
opposites, which is a pairing that I enjoy writing. I had my hero's and now I
needed a setting.
The setting for my books in the Bonds of Justice series will be a familiar one to my readers. I used Hollisville -
a fictional town I created for another of my series - to set the books in. A
new set of characters set in a familiar place. I get to explore the town
through their set of friends, people they interact with and places they visit.
There is nothing more fun than that. With the setting picked I needed my plot.
Ahh...the plot for the book was a little mystery of
who is trying to kill Evan. I knew who it was but didn't want to make it to
easy to figure out. Now the problem was Evan didn't want to believe that
someone was trying to kill him. It was frustrating for both Ian and myself to
convince Evan someone was indeed trying to murder him. Ian is a protector and
all his instincts were on high alert to protect Evan. But how do you protect
someone who doesn't believe they need protecting? Or if that someone is a person
you find yourself attracted too? That's Ian problem, he is used to being the
utmost professional yet Evan makes him go beyond that and get personal.
With the characters, setting and plot I sat down to
write the story. I was deep in my characters head and the book was going along
well...at least until I hit a snag trying to figure out how to reveal the
villain in the book and who would save Evan. Well Ian wanted too of course but
Evan wasn't agreeing so he saved himself. Not once but twice - in a car chase
scene and the final one that brings it all to a close.
Wicked Intentions was a fun book to write and enjoyed exploring how Evan and Ian got
together.
Here is a look at my book that came out yesterday.
Wicked Intentions
By: Talia Carmichael
Total E Bound
Release. Date: June 2012
ISBN: 978-1-78184-021-4
Genre: Contemporary
Series: Bonds
of Justice - Book 1
Length: Novella
Format: E-Book
Excerpt
He lifted the receiver, propping it on his shoulder, starting
to type again as he said, “I painted a bullseye on my chest, went outside, then
shook my ass, taunting the shooter to come get me.” He stopped typing. “Hmmm…maybe
that can work in a book.”
“It would be better to do that in fiction than reality,” a deep
baritone said.
That voice. Although he had heard it only once, he recognised it.
Evan lifted his head, dropping the phone from its perch. He winced as it
clattered to the desk. He picked it up.
“Shit. Sorry…the phone fell.” He breathed deep as he continued.
“You’re absolutely right. I would never do that in reality, Detective. Probably
not in a book.”
“Not Detective. We did away with that formality. It’s Ian. Why
probably not in a book?”
“Because my main protagonist would not go for that.”
“Then make it a wacky sub-character. Someone that your main
character would look at and wonder, ‘What the fuck?’” Ian stated.
“You know, that could work. Even down to the ’What the fuck?’.
You seem to know my main protag. Have you read my books?” Evan held the phone
firmer.
“No, I haven’t. But my research for the case included some
about your writing.”
Evan was disappointed that he hadn’t read them. “Do you like
mysteries?”
“When they’re written close to the way things are done.”
“I try to do that. I’ll send you some of my books,” Evan said.
“That isn’t necessary, Evan.”
Evan didn’t reply either way, changing the subject. “I’ll use
the bullseye thing in my new book. It’s going so well. Getting shot at seems to
be great inspiration.”
He laughed.
“Tell me what you’re writing about. Or is that top secret while
you’re working on it?” Ian asked.
He hesitated. Usually, while he was writing, he didn’t share
his plot with anyone…aside from Danny. His heart ached at how he missed that.
Ian spoke again.
“I understand. I—”
Evan interrupted him. “No, that’s okay. It’s just been a while
since I’ve done that.” He cleared his throat, then told Ian what he was
writing.
Evan stood as he spoke. He went to his bookcase and pulled out
the hardcover editions of the first six books in the series. He always had
extras. He placed them on the side table in his home office and wrote a note
for his assistant to mail them to Ian at the police station. Grabbing the card
Ian had given him, he clipped it to the paper so he had the address. Evan sat
again, relaxing back into his seat. He enjoyed Ian’s insights into his plot.
Evan glanced at the time, realising they had been talking for almost an hour.
“Sorry. You should have told me to shut up. When I get going
about my stories, I tend to keep going.”
“No problem. I was enjoying it. Sounds like you do keep things
close to reality,” Ian said.
“I try. Thanks for listening to me. Maybe I’ll pick your brain
for some of my research.”
“Pick away,” Ian offered.
“Be careful what you agree to. I can go on for hours.”
“We can keep talking as long as you’d like. I’m home for the
night. I can’t promise to not start snoring in your ear.” Ian laughed, a warm
sound.
“Oh. Umm…long day, huh?” Evan asked.
“Just another day. Lots of cases, very little progress.”
“Just like my case. Is that the reason you’re calling? Did you
find something?” Evan asked.
“Nothing yet. I know you spoke with Hunter a few times, but I
had some other questions.”
“Sure. Go ahead.” Evan glanced out at the view behind his
house.
The oasis of flowers, trees, and comfortable seating beckoned
him. Standing, he crossed his spacious office and paused before the glass door.
He slid it open and stepped outside. He curled his bare toes into the plush
grass. He wandered as he answered Ian’s questions. In the semi-dark of his
garden, Ian’s voice, despite the professional edge of his questions, seemed
intimate.
“Well, that’s it.”
“Okay, Ian.”
There was a pause, then Ian said, “About the book, I think you
really are going somewhere with making the car blow up. But you should get the
feel of it right. The scent and sounds. I’ve heard the bomb guys talk about how
each bomb has a different scent and feel to it.”
“Really. How?”
Evan listened as Ian told him about it. He sat on the padded
bench swing in an alcove of trees towards the back of his garden. He plucked at
a thread he saw in the zigzagged pattern of the seat. He stopped, hugging a
blue cushion. They continued to chat about his book and some of Ian’s
experiences as a cop. Evan returned inside when it darkened and started getting
cooler. Not bothering with the lights, he sat back in his comfortable office
chair, discussing his book and other things with Ian. As the conversation wound
down, he was reluctant to get off the phone. Ian yawned again.
“You’d better go sleep, before you start snoring in my ear,”
Evan teased.
“I’d better, since I don’t want to frighten you with my loud
rattling.” Ian chuckled, his voice hoarse.
“Night, Ian.”
“Night, Evan. It was…good talking with you. I’ll let you know
if I hear any more on your case.”
The dial tone sounded in Evan’s ear. He frowned at the phone.
He’d heard the regret and shift back to professionalism in Ian’s tone. Evan
replaced the receiver, putting his head back on the chair. Ian was an enigma—one
Evan hoped he would get a chance to know better.
Just as a friend. He’s going to be a
friend.
Evan might have been attracted to him, but he wasn’t sure if he
was ready to pursue anything else. Ian would make a good friend. Evan was
already looking forward to their next conversation. Evan brought his computer
out of hibernation and went back to writing. Ian’s insights made the scene he
was working on get clearer.
Much later, Evan got ready for bed. He could have kept writing,
but he had a workout session planned with Gio and Brooks. After today’s—he
glanced at the clock, noting it was after two a.m.—yesterday’s, and the intense
exercise routine they had gone through, he knew he needed his rest. He didn’t
even think of cancelling it.
Sliding between the covers, he was still too keyed up to go to
sleep. Evan ran his hand over the front of his pajama shorts, stroking along
the ridge of his cock.
Copyright © Talia Carmichael, 2012.
All Rights Reserved.
All Rights Reserved.
Bio: Talia Carmichael is a romantic who believes that family, no
matter if it is by blood or those you choose as family, is integral to who you
are. She is an author who writes sexy stories in a variety of genres. She
believes in creating stories that encompass all that falling in love or lust
entails, from the highs of that first blush of attraction to the lows of not
knowing if you can make your coming together as a couple work, and then finally
to the acceptance of the reality of making a life together. It's all about the
journey.
Among her books you'll find contemporary,
futuristic, fantasy, and paranormal settings with M/M themes that will have a
happily-ever-after. Her books are passionate, intense, and real… to fill the
craving. You can find out more about Talia at her website http://taliacarmichael.com, blog http://taliacarmichael.com/blog,
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