We're happy to extend a warm welcome to today's guest blogger, Ashlynn Pearce. Ashlynn is celebrating the release of her debut novel, Rough Edges.
When I was 14 years old, my grandma gave me my first romance novel, SWEET,SAVAGE, LOVE by Rosemary Rogers. From that moment on I was hooked. I’ve inhaled thousands of romance novels since then. I’ve read everything from historicals to paranormal to erotic. But I never wrote anything until 1999.
I had an amazing and vivid dream that wouldn’t leave me alone, so I wrote it. By hand. It was about a 16th century Scottish laird who has his heart captured by a modern day American woman. It was awful! LoL But I loved my characters. While I struggled getting that out, more and more characters bombarded my imagination. So I started jotting down character profiles and snippets here and there of scenes.
In 2006, I finally got serious. I joined RWA and my local chapter RWI. It was one of those ah-ha moments. I finally met people who got me when I said my characters talked to me. I wasn’t insane after all! Okay, that may be pushing it a bit, but sanity is over-rated anyway. Hehe My first critique was terrifying, but I learned so much. I love my RWI girls and I absorbed all their advice like a sponge. I wanted to learn so badly. I wanted to be published so badly. And luckily they were there pushing me along.
One early summer day, I was working on my second novel when I hit a wall. A big one. So in an effort to spur my muse, I started digging through all my old character notebooks I had held onto for all those years. That’s when I ran across Jake. All I had on him was a short character bio, his heroine’s short bio and one small scene.
It wouldn’t let me go.
So I called my good friend Margaret and told her about my wall and about Jake. She said “Write his story.” So I did.
ROUGH EDGES poured out of me in 2 months. Two weeks later I had edited it, and shipped it out. Up until this story, I had never written erotic, nor had I planned on writing erotic. His story just came out that way. It fits him and his story. Ellora’s Cave bought it in March and 2 months later, it’s published.
It’s been a whirlwind ride for me. Everything happened so fast!
Jake Korte is emotionally broken. Angry. Hurt. Worthless. Fearing that he will become the abuser his father was, the last thing he needs is a woman in his life. He feels like a virtual time bomb just waiting for the internal explosion. So when tiny Rebecca Saylor “chats” her way into his life and then crawls under his skin, panic descends. He can’t seem to stay away, but is terrified to be with her.
After surviving an abusive marriage, Becca isn’t looking for love, only safety. But through her research for her column “Chat Addiction”, she meets Jake who is anything but safe. He’s the one man who can make her feel alive again. But can she overcome her own fears to claw her way into the heart of a man so fractured?
Here is an excerpt from ROUGH EDGES:
Rebecca Saylor’s hands were shaking as she sat down at her computer. She put her elbows on the desk and dropped her head into her hands. Tears clogged her throat and fell from her eyes. Shoving at her hair, she winced when she accidently brushed her cheek. She hadn’t looked in the mirror yet but she knew there had to be a very large bruise on her face. It matched the bruises that marred both arms, she was sure. She picked up her drink, mostly whiskey, and took a sip. She needed the burn. Anything to steady her nerves.
She glanced around her apartment. The place was a disaster. A chair was turned over, along with her coffee table. Pictures lay in broken glass on the floor and she shuddered as she glanced at the couch. The only thing that had saved her from her ex-husband, Nick, had been a decorative marble ball that had been sitting on the end table. Ironic that it was something he had bought, and something she thought totally worthless. Right now the man was at the hospital with the police. She didn’t know how he fared but, frankly, she didn’t give a damn.
She took a large swallow of her drink and closed her eyes, forcing herself to calm. But it wasn’t working. After talking to the cops, the only thing she wanted to do was come home and talk to Jake. She pushed a small button and stared at her computer screen as it booted up.
This is crazy.
All she wanted was Jake…a man she only knew online.
A man who was supposed to be a job assignment.
A man who, for all intents and purposes, was a figment of her imagination. She took a deep breath and typed into her IM.
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You can find Rough Edges here.
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